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I really need to get my haircut. I love love LOVE my hair stylist, but I’m kind of addicted to going to the Paul Mitchell School now. It’s just so fun and funky and they’ve been SO good to me, I haven’t had pretty much any complaint at all. PLUS! It’s super cheap. Like, less than half of what it would be to get the same thing done at a normal place.
So, long story short, I need to make an appointment and make someone go with me. (I don’t go alone. It’s more fun with a friend!)
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Her hand groped unseeingly along the floor, seeking the source of the obnoxious, blaring noise. Finally her hand met the smooth plastic of the cell phone and felt for the button that would stop the alarm. For ten minutes at least. She didn’t have to open her eyes, the snooze option was a familiar one and her fingers found it quickly. She dropped the phone back to the floor and rolled over to face the wall. Never having opened her eyes, she fell back into a relaxed slumber quickly.
*BRRRING buzz buzz BRRRING buzz buzz*
She emitted a sound similar to “uuunngghh” as she rolled back to snatch up the phone. She hit snooze on the second alarm and this time just stayed there, her hand hanging over the edge of the bed in anticipation of the third alarm and the first one returning from snooze. It was like a voluntary torture. But she knew without these alarms and without snoozing them, she would end up back in dream land until well past the time she should have punched in at work.
This process continued for an hour or so before she finally acquiesced and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Eyes still closed, she rubbed the mascara from her cheeks and bargained with herself. Tonight I’ll come straight home from work and go to bed. Forget the gym, forget hanging out, I’m just coming home and hitting the sack.Even though it pretty much never worked out that way, the reassurance and anticipation of returning to her pillow was enough to give her the momentum needed to stand up and flick the light on. Again came the “uuunngghh!” and her eyes squeezed themselves shut more tightly. Finally squinting through her lashes around the room she quickly gathered up a pair of jeans, a bra, a shirt and a sweatshirt.
She hurried across the hall into the bathroom and, dumping her bundle on the floor, flicked on the overheard heater and the light. Eyes halfway open now, she used the toilet and washed her hands before stepping on the scale. Hrmph, she thought. A little better I guess. Prolly shouldn’t skip the gym though. Ungh. Moving to the mirror she surveyed her slept on hair. Meh. I can work with this, she thought. She finger combed her hair quickly, made it look as presentable as possible. Checking her cell phone for the time as she pulled out her toothbrush she was struck with a mini wave of panic. Frick! she thought. Move faster, move faster!She brushed her teeth while pulling on her jeans, shoved the toothbrush back into the drawer and through on the rest of her clothes. She killed the heater and the light and ran back to her room, grabbing a tube of chapstick and shutting off the light before leaving and shutting the door.
In the kitchen she grabbed a breakfast bar and threw it in her purse before popping her Disney Princess gummy vitamins. She filled up her water bottle and grabbed a cup of food for the cat. Balancing the cat food and water bottle and cell phone and purse, she grabbed her keys and dumped what she could into her purse as she headed out the door. She dumped the cat’s food in his dish on the porch and then made a run for her car. Please start, she prayed. Please please please just start and run today.The car fired up, squealed in protest for a minute before quieting to it’s normal running roar. She threw it in gear and backed out the driveway, trying to make up as much time as possible on the quiet road before she had to adhere to speed limits and school zones through town. She felt through her purse for her tube of mascara and began dragging the wand through her lashes as she drove. This was an often enough occurrence that she didn’t really need a mirror, but occasionally she checked the rearview just to make sure she wasn’t smearing black all over her eyelids.
I have got to get a different job, she thought to herself. I’ve got to get a different life.
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This may be a sad revelation, but I typically get my news from Twitter. Or other places on the internet, but mainly Twitter.
I really can’t stomach watching the local news. Even reading the local paper. It makes me ill to hear about another pervert who’s going to jail for abusing/murdering/hospitalizing his three year old daughter or the mom who was arrested and her children placed in protective custody because they were found fending for themselves in a meth lab house amidst their own filth. I don’t want to hear about all the soldiers who died in Iraq or Afghanistan and imagine their grieving families, forever changed by this tragic happening. I hate seeing tales of animals and children who have been suffering from neglect or abuse, people who are losing their homes to natural disasters or the economy or another plant closing leaving hundreds of people unemployed. The only positive things I ever see are usually puff pieces or something about some celebrity that I already know because the internet has told me.
Perhaps this is a really negative attitude to have, or perhaps it can be easily traced back to the fact that my dad is in Iraq right now and those types of stories hit too close to home. And please don’t think that I stick my head in the sand and imagine this world to be one of butterflies and rainbows and unicorns where children are cherished and puppies and kittens always have loving homes to go to. I actually frequent a few true crime blogs and at times re-post amber alerts or links to heart-string wrenching stories on my Twitter account. I think my preference for getting my news on the interwebs is basically due to the fact that I can control what I read. Here’s a list of links and you can either read about the latest updates on the Balloon Boy’s stupid parents, a tragic suicide bombing in the Middle East or what your city officials are saying about all the potholes on 84th street. Maybe I’ll read about all of those things, or maybe one or none. But I don’t have to sit and absorb negative story after negative story.
I like the Twitter format specifically because it’s so instantaneous. Four people I follow are saying “RIP Brittany Murphy”? Maybe it’s time to jump online and read what happened. The actors from various shows that I like on NBC are all at a meeting where they’re discussing what will happen to NBC late night TV? They better not screw Conan ov … what the what?! Ugh. I can read and react to or have a public opinion on what is happening usually as it’s happening.
Maybe this is all a sign that I’m just a child of this instant gratification generation. Or maybe it’s just that I get to be more selective in what I subject myself to. Sprinkle in a little narcissism for the fact that I have blogs and Twitter accounts which, in and of itself, says that I think people will care what I have to say. And there you have it. Me. A happy little fish, swimming along in the school of an era of social networking. And whatever it is that comes next.
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I loathe unexpected bills. I guess, who doesn’t, right? *knockonwood* I think I’m okay right now. I really do hope that this final job I’m waiting to hear from will call me though. Actually, I’m hoping to pay off most of what I owe before I leave this job. So that the income from a new job can be saved and perhaps spent on a car. I don’t know, I guess it doesn’t make a ton of sense or it might sound silly, but I don’t want any income from a new job to go to paying off stupid old debt. Stupid old debt just reminds me of the time when that debt came to be and how much that sucked.
I want it gone. That is what 2010 will bring me. Of this I am certain.
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I had momentum in writing this post. I had three nice long paragraphs about the momentum in my job search. And then it randomly deleted itself. The whole thing. Well guess what? Writing momentum gone.
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It’s ten minutes til lunch and this prompt shows up. Oh how I could go for a sandwich. Ymmmm. But alas, I forgot to stop by the ATM this morning and I have no cash. Where I work, there is no option for food without driving at least 15 minutes away and we only get half an hour for lunch. Our lunch room is serving nachos today, and I could get a half order for only two dollars. Hmmm … maybe I’ll ask a friend if I can bum a couple of bucks. I hate bumming. Oh well, I really am hungry.
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I prefer fresh grated parmesan. I also prefer to eat my pasta with some butter and parmasean, no red sauce. I acknowledge that the red sauce is the healthiest part of pasta, and I usually have a serving with and one without. But I prefer without. :)
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I want to go see the Wizard of Oz. Except, not a man behind a curtain. The real One who can answer my prayers and hopes and dreams. I guess I go see Him daily. I pray to Him and plead with Him and thank Him and rejoice in Him.
God is good. I know that is true. And I know He has a plan for my life and for my future. And I just have to be patient enough to get there.
Help me Lord, help me to see the path you’ve set before me. Help me to see it clearly and to have the courage to step onto it.
Your will be done, amen.
