Monday, July 14, 2008

the honeymoon is over.

given my recent foray into overpriced (but incredibly wonderful and gorgeous) shoes, i was compelled to return to (as if i was ever apart of) the world of responsible adults. i started a new job today- not the one i had originally planned on, but it just worked out this way.

anyway, i had to go to orientation this morning. from 8-12. five words come to mind to explain this event: shoot me in the face.

orientation, otherwise known as the process that turned what should have been an hour at the most event into a 4 hour marathon included me getting an official pinal county badge with my picture on it, swearing an oath of loyalty to the U.S. government and promising that i wouldn't try to overthrow our country, introducing myself and explaining what i had to offer the county, and watching a harassment video that somehow managed to turn domino's hot and spicy pizza into a sexual innuendo.

all in all, i think it was a successful introduction into my new 8-5, monday through friday, grown-up job.

hello happily ever after

mission accomplished.

Monday, July 7, 2008

hello love of my life

i'm going to buy these shoes. and i'm going to wear them every day. and i will love them.
and we will live happily ever after.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

boredom.

Joys:
1. accomplishing hard things.
2. riding my yellow bike around my deserted neighborhood at sunset and then swinging on the swings. by myself. i'm nerdy and anti-social.
3. music. i just like it.

FEARS:
1. people.

2. failure.

3. marriage.

GOALS:

1. write my stupid research paper by july 31st. it may just be the death of me.

2. manage my time more wisely.

3. think up some other worthwhile goals in my vapid life.

Obessions::

1. chapstick.
2. chipotle.
3. facebook.


Facts:

1. i never answer my cell phone for two reasons: 1. i get terrible service and the call would get dropped within 7 seconds anyway, 2. i like to listen to the voicemail and then call them back. that way i'm not surprised.

2. i don't like surprises.

3. i become involuntarily (mostly) violent when people touch my feet.