I've been in an emo and slightly pissy funk for the past few days. I blame it on stress, my parents' douchebaggery, and having not seen Justin since last Saturday...and having him BLOW ME OFF FOR ANDREW ON THURSDAY. [More about that in a few.]

The thing that sucks a lot about this "lovely" little funk I'm in, is that I'm an emotional eater...and I've gained back most of the weight I managed to ditch after hanging around Justin's for a week. I know potato chips [my weakness] don't solve anything, but it still doesn't keep me from eating them in obscene amounts when I'm upset and/or stressed. Looking at the scale does not help my mood any, that's for damn sure.

Work has gone from a comatose 13 patient cakewalk to a stressful 19 patient hellhole in less than a week. Friday night was absolutely murder. Of course I was stuck staying until 3am, just my luck. I slept until 12:30 this afternoon, that's how draining it was. It was just one of those days that is DOA the second you walk in the door. The bitchy administrator is leaving for New Hampshire or something, so I think this is her parting present...making our lives a living hell one more time. It's not even the group of patients that are particularly demanding [at least not in an annoying way] but it was one of the worst nights in a long time, if not ever. Mercifully, tonight was much better...but I swear my feet still hurt from Friday night.

I've been dwelling on my parents and their douchebaggery moreso than usual as of late. I have e-mailed them on several occasions, tried calling my father on Father's day, and tried calling in general on several occasions with them not even bothering to answer my e-mails or phone calls. At this point, it's not even not talking to them that's annoying me, it's that they're pushing their bullshit "we've disowned Heather" crap on my little sister who's not even 10 yet. I haven't talked to her in quite a few months. It's absolutely twisted that they're denying her the chance to know her only sibling. Justin is convinced they'll come around. I'm not so sure.

And yeah, my rock in all this has been practically living at Andrew's house since I left HIS house last week. Then to top it off, I ask him to come over Thursday. He says he's gotten shit for sleep and he's going home right after work and passing the fuck out. Then a half an hour later he calls and says "Oh yeah I'm gonna go to Andrew's tonight to play that PSP game with him." Me being half-paying attention says "Oh okay"...then it dawns on me: "What the fuckkkkkkkkk?" So I send him a text..."And exactly how do you plan on catching up on sleep at Andrew's?" Knowing full well I got him, he texts me back "Dunno, but I'll make it up to you"...which I'm still waiting for. Serves him right, I called him at 11am Friday and he was asleep and I woke him up. Of course I know him well enough that he doesn't start making sense as soon as he wakes up, so I was like "Forget it, go back to sleep." He is, however, coming over tomorrow--er--tonight, since it's 2:22am, after I get out of work, and we need to have a little chat about that. I love him, but he does NOT think sometimes.

Time for bed, I can hardly keep my eyes open. But before I go: Despite the fact that the lyrical content of the song does not apply to me whatsoever, "Goodbye" by Kristinia DeBarge is pretty much impossible for me to listen to and stay in a bad mood :)

Ritzy.
But she has decided to give Xanga the old heave ho :(

We met during the days of Xanga Idol, a lovely competition dreamed up by Nori [yet another darling Xangan who hasn't been seen in approximately 65467125623865 years. Or something.
   

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Orange.
I always thought it was an oddball color. That's all.

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My semi-vacation is over. Despite the fact that I had to work through part of it, it was still a vacation since it got me the hell out of this house for a week...which was nice. My landlady's daughter got a divorce and is now living here with her three kids ranging in age from about 9 to 14, and it's like a friggin romper room.

However, I want to know what in the hell they did in my bathroom, because it smells like shit. Literally. I opened the door to throw a bottle of shampoo on the counter that I picked up on the way home because I remembered I was almost out, and I almost fell over. I doused it in air freshener and opened the window. I hope to hell that does the trick.

As noted Thursday [ah that lovely future post feature is lovely], it was me and Justin's anniversary. We went to see Transformers 2, [which was quite good] then went to dinner at Dakota Steakhouse in Avon. We both had lobster bisque and I had salmon, he had a lobster. [I was tempted to get lobster too, but I thought that was going a bit overboard with the lobster-ness. Oh well, that salmon was DAMN good.] It was very nice. AND I EVEN WORE A DRESS! However, I couldn't be arsed to buy a bottle of self-tanner, so my goal of not being pasty white wearing it failed miserably. Ah well...you can't win 'em all.

This was my present. Amethyst [because purple's my favorite color...and I should have been born three days later so it would be my birthstone, but alas, not.] and white gold [because apparently regular gold looked "tacky"...his words, not mine...good call on his part though, because I like silver jewelry better than gold anyway]. I really don't want to know how much he spent on them because then I'll feel cheap in comparison on his gifts, but one of them I busted my ass making, which was a set of cards saying 100 reasons why I love him.

Hey look, you can see my obnoxiously purple suitcase in the background =D

Anyway, I missed Xanga, and I'm glad to be back.

This week was also a good learning experience...we both kept our slobbish tendencies down, meaning when we live together it won't be a total and complete disgusting mess. Damn, if I had the money for a deposit on an apartment I'd be plunking that down pronto.

On another note, my fourth of July is not shaping up to be as fantastic as last years'. [Although after last year, the bar is set ridiculously high] Nobody wants to go to the fireworks since they're charging this year, and Justin is too stubborn to deviate from his Saturday plans of going to Karaoke, getting drunk and making an ass of himself.

One can only hope Andrew [who is BACK] can talk him into something more holiday-ish and conducive to me being there. God I can't wait until my birthday, then I can actually go to karaoke with him. I HATE BEING UNDER 21. Especially at this juncture. It's not even the drinking I'm looking forward to, it's the fact that I can finally see him make an ass of himself rather than hear tell about it...haha

That means, that you are under strict orders to go spend the $8.91 on his EP, because I have, for almost a year now, waxed on about his amazingness.

Go. Search Andrew Jamieson on iTunes, and buy his "This Old House" EP. You won't regret it. And the kid hiding behind the fire in the hat will certainly appreciate it...AS WILL I!


You can also go to this website, and click the idiotproof iTunes link.