January 8, 2012

  • Week One is Done

    Hey Darlins, 

    We have officially finished one whole week of the new year. I have to admit I haven't exactly managed to keep all my resolutions faithfully thus far, but there is a reason for it! I had just found out that my deadline was being cut in half for one of my editing assignments because the author is going out of the country. Needless to say, I have been working five to six hours every day trying to get it done, and on top of that I was preparing to head back to Toronto. shocked

    I didn't go for a walk last week, but I did go grocery shopping and run errands with my dad. That involved a whole lot of walking since we went to a good six stores and were out for about three or so hours. A couple times I didn't brush my teeth before bed, but that was because I didn't even mean to fall asleep yet! I would just close my eyes to rest for a minute and wake up hours later. Sometimes I would brush my teeth and go back to bed, but other times I just barely managed to make it to my bed before falling back to sleep. 

    I still have time to do something social since I made that a monthly time limitation, and I'm hoping @Karonline1982 will want to do something this weekend *hinthint* I haven't been asked on a date, but then I haven't really gone anywhere... unless you count dad dragging me to a sports shop on the way to my apartment yesterday. We were there for at least an hour and I was getting bored and a wee bit freaked out. Dad made me go to the second floor and it was only a half-type thing with a glass partition preventing people from falling. This meant I could see the floor directly below me and I was getting major vertigo. I know I'm scared of heights, but it kind of surprised me just how scared I really was. It was the the point I was plastering myself against the merchandise as far from the edge as I could get, kinda hunching myself in as I was so tense, I went really cold, and was kind of dizzy.  stunned

    I have to admit, though, one of the sales guys was tres cute! I noticed his name tag said "Codey" and I thought it unusual as I don't recall ever seeing it spelt with an "e". He asked dad if he could help with anything, and got talking about the D-loop ring thingies. Dad uses them to put tags with information on guns -his own and the ones he verifies for other people- and not the rock climbing ones. Anyway the three of us got talking about the ring-thingies and while dad was looking at the various sizes, Codey was telling me that the rock climbing gear ones can hold his car up and won't break unless you're 130 or 150 pounds and fall from 400+ feet. Considering how I was at the twenty feet of the second floor, there is no way in heck I'd make 400. 

    I was guestimating that Codey was around college age at best; he certainly wasn't in his thirties. And while talking with him I was reminded of something I had been thinking about earlier this week.  Most guys my age probably don't give me a second glance because they probably think I'm jailbait considering I look so young. I'd be lucky to get the attention of high schoolers since everyone seems to think that's about how old I appear. Even when I dress nicely in dress pants, heeled  boots, and pretty sweaters I might manage to pass for an undergrad. Not that I was wearing anything so nice. Nope, I was wearing my comfy travel clothes of fuzzy pants (they aren't flannel but I can't recall what the material is called), a t-shirt under a hoodie, striped christmas socks, and ballet flats. I can't recall if I had my hair in a headband or in a ponytail, but I know I wasn't wearing make-up though I only had five hours of sleep. Yeah, so not attractive *L0L*

    Other than yesterday and the day I had a migraine, I have been working on that one assignment day in and day out. I think that is why I managed to get a migraine, because I'd been staring at the computer for hours upon hours each day. And due to all those hours of editing, I sooo hadn't managed to even think about getting any writing done of my own this past week. Sadly I specified that the writing was to be done on one of my stories or scripts and not just writing in general since I've had to write a few letters and emails for my editing. whatevah

    I can't exactly save for my UK trip seeing as I don't yet have a job. And I will have to start looking even harder to get said job by the end of the month. I know I keep going on about my lack of employment and not wanting to go back home and it is annoying even to myself, but I'm stressed. While I was home mum mentioned I could move back to town and get my own apartment. I don't know if she said that because she doesn't want me back at home or if she realized how much I like living in my own place. I know she's frustrated when I am home because I keep different hours than she does... I see no problem with making macaroni at 2am, but it wakes her up *0y*

    My apartment is a bit of a mess since I only got part of my unpacking finished yesterday. We left the house around 11am, stopped at that sports store, then went to my aunt's house to drop off the christmas prezzie I made them. I thought we'd only stay a half hour at best, but we were there for a couple hours! Then dad and I trucked everything into my apartment when we arrived and put any foodstuff in the refrigerator and freezer that needed it, before going out to get something to eat. I was starved since all I had that day was some dry cereal I packed and a cookie! After eating, dad dropped me off and headed home... that was around 5:30pm. My clothes are still in my suitcase, but the other suitcase filled with books, movies, christmas prezzies, crochet projects etc have been unpacked, as have about half of the groceries I bought -the nonfridge stuff. 

    I have two hours before I have to attend an online work meeting, so I guess I had best get some exercise done and cook up something to eat. I sooo don't feel like cooking though I do feel like eating! silly

     

    SUMR