I have now moved into my new apartment and so far I love it. We have been having absolutely ridiculous temps of 90+ with very high humidity and the fact that I now have central air is saving my sanity (and my hair).
The job continues to go well. I’m getting a little overwhelmed, but I think it’s because of all the personal stuff that’s been going on. Also, I made the brilliant move of telling my boss I didn’t have enough work and I wanted more. So now I write food, cleaning, lamps (very pretty), and some web-only decorative tabletops. Oh, and I set up my first official monthly meeting that it is my responsibility to set up and coordinate. I made J teach me about the business side of things because I have never had to deal with that before. It still surprises me that I actually attend meetings and people want me there. And that my boss sits down individually with us every 2 weeks to talk about whatever: personal stuff, career, writing, questions, etc. Pretty awesome.
I forgot to thank the DNC for cutting my weight in half. FL gets half a vote. WHATTHEFUCKYOUGODDAMN ASSHOLES? My mom has threatened to register as Independent now b/c we are so disgusted. Neither one of us will vote for BO (nice initials, jerk). We had the best chance ever to win back the White House from the stupidest president in history and we are fucking up. Howard Dean is an ass. Half a vote? Seriously? How is this even allowed? So much for democracy. I am disgusted, dismayed, and pissed off. I still believe in Hillary with all my heart and all my brain power and she’s getting fucked over for being a Clinton, for wearing pant suits, and yeah, for being a woman. UGH. Total stupidity.
In spite of the FL half-vote thing, I think I have gained another 5lbs. The other day I had a cookie for lunch and a brownie as an afternoon snack. Why? Because they were free and I didn’t feel like leaving my desk. Maybe if I start eating glass lamps, I will do better. Unfortunately, I only get to see pictures of those. They are so pretty, though, that I know I will buy some and it is ridiculous how much of a company customer I want to be now. And I absolutely MUST have a bison burger.
June is busy. I have a Cure show, Eddie Izzard show, and a weekend in Orlando to speak to the national NAMI convention. I don’t think I can do all 4 days b/c that means I will have no break at all between work work and volunteer work. Besides, mom wants to go to the IKEA. I went to the IKEA this past weekend b/c I needed 2 bed screw cap things that got lost in the move and because they are Swedish and therefore metric, no harware store carried them. So I HAD TO go to IKEA in Orlando. I now have things like a dark-gray couch, an orange chair, etc. Things I NEEDED. Plus that coffee I love and some Swedish cookies b/c Europe realizes that Hazelnut rocks while America seems to ignore this. We so need Kinder over here.
Craig Ferguson is supposed to be coming to Lakeland (like an hour away, I think) in September. I think the tickets go on sale in July. I love him. Although it’s harder to watch his show now that I have a job (I will stay up eventually but the moving has been kicking my ass b/c it was packing, then to storage, then storage to new place, then unpacking, plus loading the IKEA furniture into the truck myself, and then having that to unpack and build as well). It also is harder to watch him as the show becomes more “Letterman-like” (per Dave, his boss, I am sure). He looks gorgeous in his suits now and I think he must have lost 10 to 15 lbs. But what makes it hardest to watch is that I am now convinced he has a long-time girlfriend and YES I TAKE THAT PERSONALLY because there go my Craig fantasies.
Did you know that every night I spray myself with some David Beckham cologne (”instinct”)? Well, now you do. I like it. I am going to need another bottle soon.
I haven’t had the time to go on Facebook but it’s been cool to reconnect with college roommates and people from all over the world and the States that I had lost contact with. I am finally able to be at the point to reach out to people. Oh, and apparently I am NOT shy. With getting better in the brain, I end up chatting with my coworkers and joking and even talking to people in stores and it freaks me out that I might actually be nice and outgoing b/c that is so not the image of myself I have carried for years.
Must. Get. New. Coldplay. CD. I think I’m even going to buy this one legitimately. And I need them to tour here.
I am going to my first ROLLER DERBY nest weekend. Am so psyched. Am totally BYOB to add to the fun. And that seem weekend there is a gun show and this girl wants a semi-automatic 9mm gun, so I would like to check it out. I just have to pretend to not be hispanic b/c those shows are full of white supremacists, anarchists, weirdos, and you’ll see nazi flags. But I want a gun. I said for years that if I ever lived alone in my own apt in FL I would pack some heat. So here I am in FL. And as a native and resident, I needs me some weaponry. (And I don’t even believe in guns too much and dislike the NRA intensely.)
Oh, and in closing, let us remember…Norwegians will come up short always. With time you’ll get over it, but you’ll never ever like it or fully understand it. You’ll definitely feel used but at some point it won’t matter that much.
Now I just need to lose weight, somehow fix my body that grosses me out more than anyone can even begin to imagine the hatred I carry toward it, be less scared of boys (as in not terrified, which I tend to be), get my act together (haha), find a way to cut my debt, be more normal without losing my humor, and then get myself a boyfriend. It feels TOTALLY WEIRD writing that, since it shames me to want one and plus it shames me ’cause I always believe I will never get one. And then I’ll end up alone with some adopted Chinese baby that will hate me for not having a dad.
