Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Bits and Bobs

The Olympics took up an inordinate amount of my time the last few weeks, which means I basically had time for nothing else. I watched a downright silly amount of sports during that time, as I basically work at a fake job. The coffee shop has cut hours to two days a week.

This means I have a lot of free time.

I had an interview with Starbucks the other day, in an attempt to work at a job that is willing to not only give me hours, but pay me for them. I've decided to allow for the possibility that I'm good at something and maybe that something is this (coffee shop whatnots). Goodness knows my current situation isn't working out, but perhaps a bigger company would allow for more actual professional development. I'm hoping for the best at least.

Emily made me agree to do this Instagram thing, #100happydays. You're supposed to snap a photo of something that had made you happy that day and tag it for 100 days straight. I agreed, if only because I thought it could be a good exercise in looking for the good in my life. This damn winter/weather/most everything it seems is bringing me down and looking for something nice is a good thing, right?
Easier said than done. Some days it's all I can do to remember to participate, much less find something actually worth photo-ing. I think I'm actually a day behind and I'm attempting to catch up, but we'll see what happens. I think today's pic is going to be my ticket stub as I hope to see the Lego Movie with the BF. Unless things fall through again and I get irrationally sad.

You never know these days.

Monday, February 10, 2014

This. Fucking. Winter.

This winter is never fucking ending.

I say this because over the weekend I tried to scratch my skin off because it's so dry. Sure, I moisturize. I drink loads of water. I wash my clothes in gentle detergent, mostly because it seems I'm allergic to almost everything else. I do everything person is supposed to do.

I also then gave myself a nosebleed because I decided to blow my nose. How dare I do such a thing, you ask? It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I am a delicate lady flower and it's never more apparent than when my nasal passages are in rebellion because it's SO DRY. My poor boyfriend puts up with a lot and this just adds to it. He's now considering getting a humidifier because bleeding for no reason isn't as much fun as one would think. I keep telling him it isn't necessary, but I'm beginning to change my mind. I mean, he already bought special sheets because it seems I was allergic to the other ones he had, as well as washes his sheets in the free and gentle detergent so I don't break out in hives/itch my skin off. He shouldn't have to do this too? However, I slept in my own room last night (which has a big-ass humidifier) and woke up with no nosebleed at all. In fact, when I blew my nose, I stayed blood free! It was nice (and considerably less icky)

I bet this is exactly what you, gentle readers, were expecting today. A graphic blow by blow description of my bloody nasal passages, interspersed with dry skin woes.

This. Fucking. Winter.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Olympic Time Bitches

With all the controversy surrounding this year's Olympics, let's get one thing straight.

I am an Olympic junkie.

I love learning about all the different athletes and the sports they compete in. I obviously root for Team USA but I also just choose some favorites otherwise. Sometimes it's because they're hot (and let's face it, I'm shallow enough to root for you based on that alone), sometimes it's because I think the sport is fascinating and I can just choose someone arbitrarily and sometimes I fully bow to the media's manipulation and the backstory just gets to me.

I am a sucker for 4 am livestream of biathlon. I love those really love cross country ski races. I cannot get enough curling and not just because of the Norwegian team's pants.

I think it's a pity that the love of sport can get lost in all the other political mumbo jumbo. I like that we, as a world, can come together and play a game. Obviously there are winners and losers, but it's wonderful that we can show up at all.

It might be cheesy, but I think it's a nice thought.

Sochi 2014, bitches. I'll be busy for a few.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Sleeping vs. Creeping (I can do both)

My daddy snores something fierce. For that matter, so does my mother. To be honest, I'm beginning to suspect that I snore as well but since the BF has said nothing to the sort, I won't acknowledge it until he does.

Because my daddy snores so loudly, I've become the world's lightest sleeper. Most every little thing can wake me. In order to try to sleep through the night I bought a noise machine. It's not one of those funny ones that make rainwater noises or channels the rainforest or whatever. It's like a fan without a fan. I also was sort of guilted into buying it from the BF because I have slept with a fan on, every night, since the day I moved home in May 2008.
This makes for some cold evenings when it's like...2 degrees out.

The noise machine has helped a bit and I sleep with the door shut, but his damn buzzsaw snores come through the wall as though we were in the same room. It continues to be impressive (and not in a good way).

When the snoring gets tough, the sleepless get earplugs. Last night I tried out some of these funny silicone ones that covered the whole ear opening and not inside the canal like the foam ones. I don't know if they're better or not, but they're definitely different. They sure do help.

The BF tried to have a creeper moment with me the other morning, insinuating that he watches me sleep and whatnot, but because I am the world's lightest sleeper, I totally won that little contest. Mostly because I wasn't lying.
Every little move he makes wakes me up. I get to creep on him anytime. And then I get to go back to sleep.