The thing is, I actually LOVE the rain! Especially the first rain! Oh the smell of rain and this weird feeling of everything getting clean. Including my car (which has not been washed in far longer than I care to admit).
But if there is one thing that can throw an entire population off kilter it’s introducing some weather to the daily routine. The thing that cracks me up is the fact that we were WARNED about this. The weatherman has been telling us for days that the storm was coming (and no I’m not referring to Colbert’s homostorm and I’d like to the absolutely hilarious parody video he did, but I’m blogging from my phone… And google is your friend) and that it was going to be a bit of a doozie! High winds, torrential rain, flash flood warnings, you name it, we got it.
Every year we go through this here in Hell, California. Every. single. year. It’s really not different than any previous year, except the day apocolypse begins. And every year it’s truly the end of the world for folks. They just can’t remember what it was like less than a year ago when it was, you know, raining last.
See, people in California act like they’ve never seen rain before. It’s a day-ruiner. They frantically drive so close to the back of your car that I could tell you the dood’s hair color, from looking out my rear-view mirror… In the rain… And through the gook of not having washed my car in something close to forever (dark brown, btw, guy who rode my ass all the way into work).
And it’s not just the rain or the weather change that seems to throw people off, but the severity of the change. It was over 100 degrees not that many days ago (couple weeks) and thus some folks are still stuck in that mode. We here in Hell, California don’t actually get the transitionary bit in between weather changes.
I have yet to figure out what the deal is, but I welcome the rain. It helps taper off the allergies and the horrific smoke-filled air (which should be illegal to EVERYONE thankyouveryfuckingmuch). It’s a nice refresh after such a harsh summer.
But really, in case of road issues, stay off the ass of the car in front of you! Cause I’m going to have just as much time to stop as you, only you’re going to use me to help soften the blow… And I’d really rather you didn’t.Filed under it's called life! | Comment (1)
So the blogging thing seemed to last about a week before I found out all these other things that needed to be done. I’ve been gaming a lot, which isn’t too surprising. Been distracted even more. One of these days I’ll actually not feel guilty about not going to the gym and answer the phone when Narilka calls… since, well, I asked that she would.
There’s a lot of stuff going on in my life these days. So much so that I don’t get to spend much time thinking about it. Or too much time thinking about it. Depends on who you are I suppose.
The days when I want to talk to someone it seems everyone’s busy. And the days when I find myself busy, everyone wants to talk. It’s kind of funny how that all works out. Or not surprising. Who knows.
There’s something about a day off when everyone else you know is stuck having to work that just makes the day off even better. I can’t really explain it. Government people and banks have today off. Most everyone else doesn’t. I asked for today off because the boyfriend had it off. The big plan was to go to the pumpkin patch where they would find pumpkins for Halloween and I would stuff my face with cakes, pies, and ciders made of apples and anything else related to the fall.
Alas, the boyfriend’s son came down with the flu, thus quarantining his house. I stayed one night, but didn’t want to test my luck with the plague. With everything going on, this was one of the last things I would ever have expected, but it happens when you go to a public school. It’s far too easy for some parents to write their children’s sickness off and send them to school where they are able to spread their plague to any and everyone else. When really, the best thing would have been to Stay. Home.
And I don’t do the things I should do. And I forget to blog. And I forget to read blogs. *sigh*Filed under it's called life! | Comment (0)
Here is the current and most up-to-date list of things I want to bring home from the U.K. They are in no particular order (except that I’m trying to remember them as they happened).
- One of the taxi cab cars. They are the only one’s shaped that way and they are way cute (and totally British!!)
- One of the brick and white buildings from St. James Park.
- The bedding out of the hotel room (it’s poofy and luxurious!)
- One of the adorable hoppity hop rabbits from around the hotel grounds (there are a bunch of them).
- The teeny tiny old school Mini that was WAY too cute for words.
I know there were other things, but at this point I’ve forgotten. I’ll recruit help in remembering and ammend the list when I can.Filed under it's called life!, travel | Comment (0)
Arriving in London at 7am meant that there was a really opportune time to try to go to the city and see some of the sights. I didn’t sleep much on the plane which meant that I was running on fumes by the time we landed. I figured it would be fun to take the train and go see some sights. And so, we did.
Once in the city we began walking around. Found a cute little cafe where we shared a plate of fish and chips (this was a HUGE serving of food) and we wandered around Trafalgar Square and into St. James park. We almost went up in the London Eye after crossing the Thames, but by that point the waiting in line would have surely meant me falling over and sleeping wherever I was.
We grabbed the train back to the airport and drove the long haul out to our hotel, just outside of Cirencester. It was a painful drive and really we probably should have pulled over and slept. *shrug* ah well.
Yesterday (Tuesday) we attempted to trek to Cardiff. It wouldn’t have been so bad if we had an actual map versus the really terrible Google maps directions. Which were accurate, but didn’t give nearly enough information to make driving around Cardiff possible. We were looking for this Doctor Who thing, and we definitely didn’t make it in time for the last showing so instead we hit up the Odeon movie theater to see Harry Potter.
Things I’ve noticed so far:
- People are SO polite here. It’s almost shocking how polite they are. It also makes me realize how much American are just douche bags. *shrug*
- Drivers are considerate. Good grief even when there was an accident and traffic it took a small fraction of the time it would take if it happened on ANY highway/freeway in the states.
- There are an obscene amount of different languages and accents everywhere you go. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just such a contrast. When we went down to breakfast yesterday there was this girl who was Polish in descent, but was raised in Greece (and was in the UK for work). Definitely cool.
- The food, while it tastes good, is cooked in SO much fat and oil that I can literally hear my heart scream out to me to stop. And they LOVE meat flavored everything. Nothing like a bag of “Lays” Smoked Bacon flavored chips.
- There is no night life outside of London. Everything closes far too early for my tastes (though I’m sure it’s just because of the lingering jet lag). This is something that is easy to overcome.
- The weather. It’s definitely a HUGE change from the 2-week long 100+ degree days that I’m glad to be missing out on (at least half of it!). It rains randomly, and at times there is no sun. This is one of my concerns with moving to Seattle without actually experiencing it. So far it doesn’t bother me too much. I like the cool weather a lot. There are no air conditioners. <3
- The toilets don’t fill with nearly enough water for me to feel comfortable. Heh.
I could see myself living here. I absolutely love it. Every time someone talks I want to hug them. We saw a Dalek cake at the Tesco last night (Tesco is like a Wal-Mart) and I wanted it. Had no desire to eat it. Just wanted the Dalek cake. Totally adore all of the Doctor Who stuff around.
Overall this has been a really amazing trip and it’s fairly early on day three. Still a few more days to go and hopefully some more sight seeing. For now, I sleep.Filed under fun, it's called life! | Comment (1)
For months I’ve been fighting an internal battle with myself, life choices, and opportunity. Finishing school places a seal upon life and forced me to face an undeniable truth… I have to go out and make that degree pay for itself. Getting my degree when I did means that I’m avoiding a sinking ship of rising tuition costs and less money available to help pay for everything. I’m also stuck with the realization that the economy is a tight environment for jobs and the competition will be fierce. Over saturated with too many people, and jobs that exist not being available until the state passes a budget. It’s a never ending, and terrifying, reality.
Then life seems to be taking it’s toll on me as well. Failed relationship after failed relationship, all with the hope that things will be good this time. This will be one to keep. For months I’ve been reeling with emotions that seem to be beyond my scope of understanding. All that education, all that psychological learning, and I can’t make sense of myself.
Am I walking down a familiar path for that exact reason, it’s familiar? Will there always be lingering doubt? Will I continue to question myself and others out of jaded fear and resentment for all of my life’s failures? For every step forward in the right direction will I find myself looking over my shoulder wondering today if things could have been better if I had chosen a different path back yesterday.
Questions with no answers. Certainly no one I know can do the answering. The hardest thing for me is grasping and understanding which emotions are the real ones. There’s a fear inside that makes me question myself, my motivations, and invariably my choices.
No one is perfect, and I am definitely not exempt from this rule. Would making a choice that I’ve made before (only to see it destroy me and try to take me down) again be the right one? Am I foolish for hoping for something better this time? Or am I setting myself up for a landmine of destruction. Familiar destruction. I’ve been here before. I’ve been strong all this time and adamant about my choices, and for the first time I’m admiting, aloud, that I’m faltering. I just don’t know how to cross that line. It’s like being in an alternate reality where just enough is familiar to not send you screaming, but it’s different enough to be awkward.Filed under it's called life!, me | Comment (1)
Cause it seems I don’t really need the ability to walk. And thus, I worked out my legs yesterday. I stuck to J’s work-out except for the Butt Blaster machine. Really?! They named the machine Butt Blaster? This should yield some interesting search results now. *shrug* Oh well.
The gym thing is going well. I would love to speed up the process of resuls, of course. It helps a person stay motivated when you can see some kind of difference. All I see right now is the fact that I hold my arms at my sides like I’m one of those big buff guys.
At some point I need to wrangle up some of the graduation photos that are around somewhere, as well as gather some of the better vacation photos and blog about it. I’m terrible about that kind of stuff. I guess I just can’t seem to be bothered by it anymore, even though I’d like to be. This life without school thing is preatty amazing and I’m really enjoying it.
Now if only I could figure out how to get my tooth to stop hurting. . .Filed under it's called life!, weight loss goal | Comment (0)
I’m having a hard time putting it all together. It’s more like, finding the little bits of coherency to cling to.
For now I head to the gym and get my sweat on. I will turn on the A/C for while I’m gone and hopefully this place will have cooled a bit when I get back. I’m not looking forward to the summer. I’ve enjoyed the spring far too much.Filed under it's called life! | Comment (0)
I managed to get myself motivated to go to the gym in under and hour today. Not to mention it wasn’t at 10pm. I have gone, done my workout and am now home. Waiting for my heart rate to come down just a bit before hoping in the shower.
I will indulge in some lovely Lush soap once in said shower.
Heard back from the HR company that does the screening process for a job I applied for. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for this one, because it will mean a million doors will open for me, and I will be lucky enough to move onto the next chapter of my life.
Today’s Workout consisted of:
Cardio: Elliptical: 23.5 minutes (I was dying and there was some nasty squid show on one of the televisions that was grossing me out)
Abs: 3 sets of 20
Lower back: 2 sets of 20
Weight: who knows I didn’t bother this morning. Nor did I bother with the blood pressure either. Damn. I had ample opportunity too. *sigh*
In other news, I’ve realized my inner voice officially speaks to me in 140 characters. My life is a constant status update.Filed under it's called life!, weight loss goal | Comment (0)
It’s really rather depressing sometimes… the drive into work. It’s not as though there’s much to see out there in the farmland… except, well, farms. Today seemed to be more depressing than normal. The number of dead animals on the road is rather astounding at times. Makes me wonder if people aim for whatever tiny creature is attempting to cross the road.
A couple months ago, while driving into work, I came over a hill and saw some glittering blue and green near the road. As I got closer it wasn’t near the road but on the road. There used to be two peacocks that would wander around in the woods that lined the highway. One of them was killed and the colorful bump in the road remained. I nearly cried as I passed it, considering pulling over and trying to get the corpse off the road.
There are very few things in life as beautiful as a peacock. On one was killed on that dreary road. The other I have not seen since.
And this makes me sad sometimes.Filed under it's called life!, memories | Comments (2)
So good that it’s simply called that… “The Vacation.”
There is a long post coming with pictures and stories of the various places and adventures.
For now I’ve been in the car for some 8+ hours driving home and I need to get up to hit up the post office at some time soon. I can’t believe it’s 5 in the morning.Filed under it's called life!, me | Comment (0)