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Thursday, 06 November 2008

  • I am so angry and frustrated. My boyfriend is mad at me and somewhat rightfully so but I don't think that he should NOT be talking to me for practically two days straight!!! 

    He needs his space when he's angry.  I'm angry at this point too because I can't do a bloody fucking thing.  I'm supposed to hang around the side lines till he gets over his hissy fit.  YES, I am fucking pissed. 

    A friend suggested that he may be quicker and easier to freak out because it may be that the time that I'm moving in is close.  Come early December I'll be moving in.  I think if that's the case then I will no move in with him like this.  It's a load of bull that he should be acting this way cause he's freaking out about that. I take offence that he calls me babied all the time, sheltered.  Fucking high hell. If that's the case then I will get my own apartment and he can fucking deal with it.

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

  • Introspection...

    Do you ever get the feeling that whatever you’ve been doing, it’s not good enough? That there are other people out there much more accomplished than you are or that they have succeeded in more ways than you have?  I have that awful feeling right now.  I feel that everything that I’ve done up until now has been for nothing.  I don’t feel any sense of accomplishment. I’m left feeling wanting, like there’s something that I need to do to feel complete but I don’t know what it is.

    I work, I work a lot.  This is my typical week these days:

    Dunbar Heights Optical:  Mon, Tues, Wed, Fri (10-5) Sat (11-4)
    Winthrope Contact Lens: Thurs (10-6) & occasionally Sat (10-4)
    POSH: Tues, Thurs (6:30-11:30)

    And then on the side I’m currently doing my 3 week stint as my sister’s bookkeeper to submit the info to the accountant.  It’s a lot of repetitive tedious work and I don’t know how many hours that usually kills. 

    So I typically work 50 or so odd hours a week, sometimes 55 if I have three shifts at POSH.  I’ve paid down my debt to about 15% of what it originally was since April which is huge since it was in the 6 digit range.  I’ve set up a huge party sale a couple weeks ago and I landed a gig to do a sale at Black Box EA of optical frames on Friday this week.  Yet I feel ... lacking.  

    I’m semi-consistantly going to hot yoga, whenever life doesn’t get in the way. I walk and bus wherever I go now which is better for my health and the environment.  I swim once a week on Fridays doing whatever laps my lungs will allow me since I’m such a wimp in the water and will typically stick around for an hour but probably do a swimmer’s worth of 10-15 minutes in the pool.  I don’t feel good about myself. 

    I FIT a 3 month old baby last month with a contact lens because he had a cataract in his eye and had that taken out but is too young for an implant. (Implants are impossible for growing children and can only be done after their teens) Why do I feel like I SUCK? I feel useless, impotent, worthless; I can’t rationalize it.  

    I feel undeserving, but I want more.  I want  my boyfriend to be that knight in shining armour and visit me out of the blue regardless of my sister and mother’s psychosis, buy me flowers even when he’s NOT in trouble with me, buy me pretty things like jewellery.  I can’t even make him pay for half of the cost for BCP, let alone jewellery. I’m whining.  I love him and h does things that no other guy does.  He’s not a romantic most of the time, he’s a goofball and I love him for that. He’s wonderful, and he tries hard but when he stresses about money when I think that he shouldn’t worry about it too much or he worries about my family and how crazy they are... I wish he’d have more steel and just buck up.  That’s not true, if he was cavalier about it, he wouldn’t be in it for the long run.  I want him for the long run, but that’s the problem.  He wants the long run too, but he won’t commit.  I love him.  He . is . perfect . for . me . but sometimes I wish there’d be a little of the old romancing.  I’ve never been very attracted to those boys overall so I don’t know why I wish for it.  It’s in times like these when I dislike myself that I wish for it. I don’t know why.  Poor DL, he has to suffer my PMS-ing like symptoms and trust me.. I’m nowhere near PMS time, that’s the annoying bit. ARGH...

     

     

  • I think... my sister is an idiot for thinking my actions revolve around creating her negative reactions... They don't, they revolve around my positive reactions.

    She thinks that I purposely try to piss off my mother and herself so that I can enjoy the pms-ey vibes that they spew forth all the time.  I don't know if they've ever realize that I really don't get a kick out of getting yelled at.  I'm not that sadistic.  My actions revolve around making myself happy.  I think that works for everybody, that most people get pleasure from pleasing themselves or ... if so, pleasing others and therefore pleasing themselves.  I just want to make myself happy which so happens to make my boyfriend and my friends decently happy but tends to make my mother run amok.  It's a side effect that is extremely annoying but something I'm willing to put up with for the time being... that being quite short as the clock counts down... I don't see why what I do to make myself happy should actually revolve around them, to please or piss them off. I don't think that at the age of 24 that my life should revolve around them if I don't want it to.  Yes, there's the obligatory holidays that you should spend with family and the occasional update... but everyday?  No, my family is not that pleasant to be around, I think once and a while should suffice.

    the end... for now.

Thursday, 09 October 2008

  • I am TIRED, FRUSTRATED, STRESSED OUT, RED-EYED and CRYING.

    I feel like I'm FALLING APART at the SEAMS and the next person who demands ANYTHING ELSE from me is going to HAVE IT.

    I want to stop... and I can't... I'm so bloody fucking tired.

Tuesday, 16 September 2008

  • So, I'm back again.  I went for a bike ride yesterday, a slow, one-hour ride up and down my street.  Then today i did some stretches and butt exercises...  nothing strenuous.  My lower back is still sore.  I don't know what was the cause of it but I do know that the hot yoga aggravated it. 

    So... I've decided to take stock of my measurements, that way I can figure out if I'm doing anything worth doing on the "look good" side which helps with the motivation to continue.  The only thing is that I keep losing them cause I always put them in different places, so I'm going to try online this time and then maybe I wont lose them this way... agreed? 

    bust: 34 inches
    waist just below ribcage: 28 inches
    paunch above the hips: 32 inches
    hips: 36.5 inches
    arm just below underarm: 11 inches
    thigh, the bane of my existance: 23.5 inches
    height: 62 inches

    Okay, now on to other things.  I have a new co-worker who is fresh from Taiwan and his a big-ish type of guy.  probably close to 6 feet with broad shoulders and all and rather cute.  I don't know why I like him because generally I don't like fresh oriental boys from the mainland, they always have this cocky attitude that I'm not fond of.  He on the other hand has this child-like attitude to English and the desire to learn which  I find it endearing and rather adorable.  It's not often you could label a 26 year old burly guy adorable, but I find him so.  I've found myself teaching him English here and there while we clean up the tables at the end of the night, whatever questions he has for me.  His accent is still heavy but he's learned a lot in the past month.  *shrug* It's not like I'm considering of dropping Dave to mother this guy or anything but it does feel something wrong.  I've told Dave about him and how I think he's cute and all so I suppose it'll pass. 

    The last time I had that feeling of wrongness, it passed without me even noticing it and I've been content ever since, not that I have been discontent at all.  I don't think there's anything wrong with it since I'm sure there are people that you meet that perk your interest and sometimes you question it and wonder, but it never really goes beyond that and the interest wanes and passes without you giving it more than a second thought. 

    Last night, I had a group of customers, aged 21-25, who were "party people".  They were loud, boisterous, happy, surface people that ate a bit, drank a bit and tried to look good while doing it.  You know what I'm talking about, thin girls with short skirts and bras hanging out.  Boys bulked up with whey drinks (which by the way are the worst tasting slops man has ever created) and pumped up on iron so they can't really walk without waddling.  That kind of crowd.  It's the company I find boring and annoying, but it's also the company of people that tip well and this, I did not get wrong.  I got tipped on top of my fat service charge  for a group of 18 people and it was a good night I must say.  Can I complain?  No, I can be bribed.  I don't like hanging around those people myself and I probably wouldn't be friends with them for any length of time, but I will serve them well and get my tips and oh... half of their yummy chiffon cake to top it off.  ^-^

    Beyond that?  I have to cut my toe nails.  They're too long, which is to say, you can see the white lines at the ends of the nails and it bugs me but I haven't come across a nail clipper in the past few days so I'm stuck with this annoying feeling.  I like them short.. very short and anything past short is too long.  Did you notice I've run out of things to comment on?