The tales of two pernicious pugs and their doormat.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Which reminds me, I always thought the whole meditation-relaxation-stress-relief thing was a joke, and that anyone could just sit cross legged and breathe deeply and relax for 10 minutes or so. HA! I was so so very wrong. In my desperation, I'm tried to just relax - calm myself - focus on breathing - picture the air coming in and out... but after 2 seconds of it, the voices rush back in and start screaming even louder to be heard. Damn, that meditation stuff is hard. I really don't know what to do - I guess part of writing this post was to vent (I apologize for having so many "venting" posts lately), but also to maybe get your advice. Anyone have any ideas on how to shut those godawful little voices???? I'm desperate here. Well, not nearly so, but I'm getting there. School will start in a month, and I cannot be in this state when I start. It will not bode well for my studying. Well, it's very late, much later than my normal bedtime, but I can't sleep (I bet you can't guess why...). But I'll do my best or lay in bed with my eyes closed until morning. Whichever comes first. :)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Places I've stayed at longer than 24 hours:
Places I've stayed at less than 24 hours:
Places I've used the bathroom at:
Now it's your turn to vote and decide - and if any of you have visited any of these places, I'd LOVE to hear your opinion about it or your experiences. I'm a travel junkie (as must be evident by now), so I love listening to anything related to traveling. Toodles!
Monday, July 16, 2007
Family issues are still around, but it seems like it'll all blow over if they cooperate. Which I've strongly advised them to do. But still - I'm normally a very anxious person, and when it comes to my family's problems, I cannot manage to stop worrying until I know the problem has been cleared up. Having depression doesn't help either - usually my medication is more than enough for me to float through a normal day, but if I have big problems, I find it impossible to sleep and spend the rest of the day with little voices in my head describing the worst possible scenario that could happen. It drives me insane.
Ick. Okay, that's enough depressing talk for now. I did hear good news today, though. I'm currently in the process of buying a black pug puppy, who should be ready to come home around September. Today I got word that she was finally born - the mommy popped out EIGHT puggies. Eight! That's a ridiculously huge amount for a pug. Six boys and two girls. And one of those girls will be mine soon. Yay! I'm so excited - I can't wait to have another little pugger running around the house terrorizing all the ants. I should be getting pictures sometime this week, and when I do, I'll post them up. I've heard some people say that they just don't like pugs - but as you will discover soon, pug puppies are just ridiculously adorable. You can't NOT like a pug puppy. Maybe a pug dog. But NOT a pug puppy.
All right - time to go to bed. I promise I'll devote more time to blogging - I've just been horribly busy this week. Toodles!
Monday, July 9, 2007
Let me explain.
Today I wake up feeling sick. I run to work to drop off my timesheet to get paid, and I effectively lock myself out of the house. So I can't get back in, or crawl through any window because they're all closed. On the way to school, my engine starts overheating and the "Check Oil" sign turns on. So I check and realize there's got to be a leak somewhere with the engine oil AND the coolant, since I had recently replaced both. So yay. I go to school, drop off my timesheet, and manage to break down into embarrassing tears in front of my two bosses while asking them for legal advice regarding a BIG problem my family just got into (which only happened because my dad was angry at my mom and wanted to do something to get back at her - and yes, they don't get along much and probably will divorce sooner than later). So I head back home and start calling locksmiths everywhere to come help - I find someone nearby who promises to drop by and open my door for $60. He comes, looks, can't manage to open the door easily, and eventually ends up charging me $90. I'm currently nearly broke, so that's a big hit to my bank account. I finally get inside the house and The Pug is really pissed off at me and starts biting my toes and tugging at my dress, prompting me to trip and smash my toes really hard into a cabinet. Now they're hurting like a mofo.
So I sit here in my room, hurting, tired, pissed off, and I STILL need to call around to figure out this whole legal mess my parents have gotten into. God, I HATE my life sometimes.
P.S. I know this isn't at all entertaining, but I really needed to get it out of my system.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
For liking Rihanna's latest single, "Umbrella". I've already taken the oath never to like highly publicized singles (or at least, ignore them until they sink into obscurity) - but I just can't help myself. I find my eyes oogling Rihanna's legs as she dances in the video. You MUST watch the video - turn off the sound if you like, but watch her body move. Amazing. Is it evil of me to wish I could rip out her brain and put mine in there instead? Being short and stunt-ish isn't fair.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Now, I probably didn't, and I hope that our society hasn't become so jaded and uninterested in their fellow man that they didn't leave a dead body to rot in the sun all morning.... but I could have sworn he was dead.
Perhaps I should make myself clearer: The Boyfriend and I are driving around town this morning (10ish, probably), and we pass a busy intersection, which has a couple park benches in random spots for people to sit on. And as we pass one bench, I see this bare-chested man wearing dirty jeans, arms spread out and head tilted back. His eyes were closed, and it seemed like he had just been given a knock-out punch and had fallen back onto the bench unconscious. I would have assumed he was a homeless drunk who'd fallen asleep on the bench, if it weren't for the fact that his arms and neck were covered in what seemed to be drying blood - you could see droplets of blood sliding down as far as his abdomen. He seemed eerily still, and I couldn't detect his chest rising or falling. So, to my mind, that seems to point to all signs that he's dead - or quite injured.
I tell The Boyfriend, who didn't see it, and doesn't seem to be too worried, but we've already passed him and I don't even know whether to call in and report it. So I don't. I assume if he WAS hurt or dead, people would have noticed already, since he's sitting in the middle of such a busy intersection - but maybe everybody's like me. Maybe everybody assumes someone else will take care of it, and walk on by. Now I feel guilty about not stopping or calling someone, and I'll keep my eyes posted on the local news just in case.
Maybe it was nothing, but when a man is covered in blood, you should stop and try to help, dammit. I hate society and myself for becoming so skeptical sometimes.