This is my life right now…

Threadless (again, sorry)

I submitted a new critique to threadless, I think it’s actually not too bad. ( http://www.threadless.com/critique/11722/Idea_Sonar ) Other than that, I really haven’t been doing much. Sat in the hot tub again last night. I’m becoming a lazy lump, I REALLY need to either climb or work out. Unfortunately, the YMCA wall hours make it really hard to get to because of when I work, and the wall isn’t that great anyway. The wall at UMaine is so ridiculously expensive that I just canNOT afford to go. EIGHT DOLLARS every time I go? I don’t think so.

I love my Carleton friends!

An excerpt from “Stuff from Carleton/Chloe turns into a vampire,” by Jameson Siegert. Please refer to caption below picture.

Chloe is unaware of the bat that is about to attack her neck. Molly is trying to be a good friend and warn her using hand signals, but Chloe is too distracted by the camera. Unfortunately, Chloe turned into a vampire shortly after this picture was taken. Poor Chloe.

Machiasssssport!

I’m off tomorrow to Machiasport to see Molly, YAY!

This morning I had my first-every MRI. It wasn’t as bad as everyone said it was going to be. The nurse that called to pre-register me asked me like 12 times if I was claustrophobic, and I said no, 12 times. Then she said “Do you get nervous in tight spaces? Because if you do, we can’t give you any drugs there, you’ll have to get a prescription from your doctor!” Like, she was freaking out. And I was like “NO! I AM NOT CLAUSTROPHOBIC! I AM ALSO NOT STUPID! I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS! AHHHHHH!” At least, that’s what I was like in my head. I, as Dr. Bailey would say, ‘rose above,’ and ignored the fact that I was being treated like I didn’t know what claustrophobia was.
The end. That is all.

Doctor funnnnn!

Since I’m home, I’m trying to get in all my doctors’ appointments. Yesterday I went to the doctor about my back and legs, and of course they still have no clue what is wrong. I’m going in for MRI, X-Rays, and blood tests next week. I have this irrational fear that I’ll forget and wear earrings or something for my MRI and they’ll get ripped violently and bloodily out of my head. Or i’ll accidentally swallow a fork or something and I’ll die during my MRI. Not that I normally swallow forks. Wow, that was kind of dumb. It’s true though, that’s why the fear is IRrational. And of course everyone knows about my irrational fear of needles. I’ve been doing better lately, though. Since it’s a draw, and it’s small, I should be alright. No valium, woohoo! Hopefully they’ll give me something other than freaking Flexeril once they figure out what is wrong. On top of all that funness, I went to the eyedoctor this morning, and I got some pretty BA new glasses. Except I don’t know what they look like on yet. I think I’ll go take a picture now and find out!

Snow!

Well, I WAS going to go rock climbing today. I miss it so incredibly much that I was so excited to go today. But, it dumped snow on us! And it’s still coming down STRONG. So, I guess not. The driving is NOT going to be good for that. Oh, well. I can always go on Wednesday.

Mullets galore

Busy days like WHOA! Molly came up on Thursday night and we’ve been having wayyyy too much fun together! It’s like, “We’re in MAINE!” all the time. We are crazy people.

Yesterday we went shopping and spent forever in front of the concert DVDs in Borders. We bought over $200 worth of them between us, both for ourselves and for Christmas presents. I got Dave and Tim at Radio City for myself, and we got Mika to share. We watched the Mika one last night and we were both ridiculously and disproportionately excited. There is one spot during Love Today where he does a double hip shot and we must have watched it 7 or 8 times in a row–we were completely freaking out!

This morning Molly and I got up early(ish) and went to Governor’s for breakfast. Yay, Maine, again! There was this big Maine family sitting near us. The guys all had on some combination of hunting orange, camo, and Harley Davidson gear, and had mullets. The women had ridiculous teased and bleached hair and the kids were just strange. It was fun. Then I dropped Molly off at rehearsal and I was on the stage while she was setting up her harp and I was staring off into space at this spotlight, and it just turned on. For one awful moment, I really thought that I’d gone blind. Molly found it quite hilarious, but I was kind of freaking out for a minute. It was kind of funny, looking back, but man, at the time…

We’re going to her show this afternoon and I’m so incredibly psyched that I know her now!

The Threadless Mist.

So, I’ve been screwing around with Threadless quite a bit and I’ve come to the conclusion that I will submit a design. However, my Illustrator skills are limited to making swirls. Basically, my life right now is trying to come up with a good design including swirls. In the mean time, Hunter and I have been submitting slogans. Vote for mine here and Hunter’s here. Also, if you look around Threadless and decide to buy something, please use this link. That way, I get points, too! /shameless plug

Also, last night I went to see The Mist with Ben. Holy Cow, strange movie! It’s set somewhere in southern Maine, so all the actors had these terrible fake accents and kept throwing in things like “weatha” and “holla” and “wicked.” The movie was so bad it was hilarious in some places, and then five minutes later I’d be on the edge of my seat, freaking out about what was going to happen. The ending was completely killer–SO good! I had a good time with Ben, too, so overall last night was a success.

What was NOT a success was my Christmas shopping. I bought two things to use for a Santa’s Bag thing, but I also bought myself a new outfit and some jelly beans. So much for losing my Carleton weight… What is also not helping with that is the fact that today was my first day back at work, and that is NEVER good for diets! It was really nice to be back, though; I really missed Lew and Eileen and Candy and Emily and everyone, plus the new people seem very competent (which is rare).

I guess that’s it for now.

It’s shrunk!

My middle school is so tiny! I went back today for a visit, and everything was so teeny! The hallway was MUCH shorter than I remember, and the chairs are little sized! How did I not notice that when I was in school!? Anyway, it was pretty cool because my principal (the one who thought that Portugal was in South America) remembered me. It was actually kind of strange, I was ready to launch into my spiel about how I graduated from the HS last year and was here to see my old music teacher blah blah blah, but he just let me go right in. It was so great to see Ms. Wheeler. She was such a good music teacher for me and really got me headed in the right direction. I’m going to one of their concerts next week and I’m super excited about that.

Other than that, I think I’m going out tonight but I don’t know what we’re going to do and I can’t think of anything good. There are no good movies out, I’m mostly broke, and there isn’t much to do around here. /bored semi-rant.

Why my mother is a better person than I am.

Every time I argue with my mother, whether it’s about money or my tattoo or the fact that I’m not very neat, it comes back to her being a better person than I am. Every. Single. Time.

Today, my second dinner with my family since I’ve been home, she and Dad start in on me about spending too much money while I’m at school. (Which is both true and not true, depending on how you look at it. I don’t spend THAT much, and it’s mostly necessarty stuff. $200 goes fast.) We go back and forth for a while, but it comes back to her saying, “When I was college I didn’t have a nickel in my pocket! I certainly wasn’t ordering PIZZA! I ate in the dining hall, no matter how much I hated what they were serving!” Well, Mom, good for you. This happens all the time. She’s neater than I am. She doesn’t have a tattoo. She didn’t argue with her parents as much as I do. She works out more than I do. (Because, you know, the fact that my back/legs cause me pretty much constant pain isn’t a good excuse for not going running.)

I love her a lot, but man. It sure was nice to be gone for three months without her all over my back about every little thing.