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nigatsuko
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Country: United States
State: Florida
Metro: Orlando
Birthday: 2/27/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: Animals, Rats, Ferrets, Chihuahuas, Rabbits, Music, Japan, Japanese, Manga, Anime, Love Hina, Languages, Traveling, Harry Potter, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Friends, Sex and the City, Full House, Sylvia Browne, The Paranormal
Expertise: Education, Child Psychology
Occupation: Education/training
Industry: Education/Research
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Member Since:
9/6/2005
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| Usually Sundays are spent with my being in bed all day, laptop upon my lap and dressed from head to toe in my most scrubbiest of pajamas. I am usually depressed, wondering what everyone else in the world is doing at that very moment (having more fun than me, I suppose).
However not today.
I had an amazing time at the beach with a group of my friends. I have not been to the beach since I graduated from college and it is rare that I get to spend it with my friends all in the same place (at the same time). Maybe I am a total dork - but, today was just perfect.
I miss spending the weekends with my friends. I miss going out and having fun and doing things. When you're a grown up it is more difficult to get groups of people together and be able to go out and do something. However I asked my friends to go to the beach and before you know it - a bunch of us were swimming, laughing, tanning and being 23.
Not 30, 23. If you can't tell already - I have a huge smile on my face.
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| I've spent entirely too much money today. I think shopping is very much an addictive process much like endulging in food, sex and drugs. Somehow for those few hours, everything in the world is right again. The new purchases deliver an amazing high (but then you add up the prices at each stop and - wow, what a downer!)
Like "Confessions of a Shopaholic" I am sure I could justify every purchase I made - but did I need everything? Absolutely not. Except maybe the bathingsuit bottom because I definitely did not plan on visiting the beach tomorrow bottomless. (Although I am sure there would be quite a few wide-eyed voyeurs who would enjoy the show).
Tomorrow some friends and I are heading going to the beach. Not quite sure which one. The one we usually go to is closed off because of the shuttle being on the pad so we'll probably go to New Symerna or Cocoa. (Although nothing beats the southwest beach coast. How I miss Sanibel Island!) In fact I haven't been to the beach since I graduated from my beach college - nor have I been in a bathingsuit since then (and I am 20lbs heavier!) Eek.
On a random note - I received my first ever drunken text message. Tim sent me a text at 6:30 this morning that insisted I come over so he could do certain things to me. For someone who got my attention by being so openly sappy - he sure is vocal about his sexual appetite. I am not used to such vocalness. Alex, my ex from a few years ago was such a woman that I he practically blushed everytime we had sex. Then there was Jared who liked to act like he knew what he was doing but when it came to being vocal, he got rather shy and the most outgoing comment he would make was, "I am horny."
In case you were wondering, I declined. In fact I told him I was no longer going to have sex with him. Although tell a guy you've already had sex with that you're not going to have sex with them and they tend to not believe you. After he returned from Georgia where he attended his grandmother's funeral, I went to his apartment after work to console him. He invited me over under the primise that we would "snuggle" and watch some TV. However we snuggled for all of 3 seconds before he tried unbuckling my pants. (Guess he felt better?!)
Now, I am off to go dig into one of my "Japan" books in preparation for my potential trip in December of 2007.
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| It's 12:13 am and I cannot sleep. Around 9:30 (probably due to the predisone I am taking for allergies) I was ready to crash. Although I was busy attending to friends who needed me and somehow managed to escape my drowsiness. Now, I am on a second wind of wide eyed reality. :
I am hot. (as in temperature)
My friend starts chemo tomorrow.
My mom's best friend has dementia.
Tim's grandma just died.
I miss Jared.
My stomach is growling.
I took some water pills to ease my bloating from all the salty foods (A LITTLE) too close to bedtime and now I have to pee every 10 minutes.
My mind is racing with thought. I just got another text from Tim and he's asking me why I can't sleep and if there is anything I should tell him. I know what it is reference to - if I am still worried about the pregnancy scare. Of course I am still worried.. I'll be worried until my period comes - however it wasn't on my mind. Everything else above was the melting pot of emotions, conversations, situations and fears all jammed up inside one brain.
Maybe I should take a tylenol PM.. but not sure how that will do on an empty stomach..
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| I got a letter in the mail from one of the schools I interviewed with. Without opening it I knew what it was going to say. It's the principals cowardly way out of telling someone they weren't hired. Instead of calling them, they send them a letter. Only if they call you do you know that you have the possibility of the postion. Because the people I interviewed with were buddy buddy w/ my former principal - I had an inkling that I may not just get that position.
But fuck it - their loss. They were a D school anyway. Plus anyone who is friends with my old principal has a serious issue with honesty and I do not want to work with them anyway.
Being smart, I slaved over 29 cover letters last night to send out to potentials schools. Basically saying that I was highly qualified, eager to teach and they should consider me for employment. Then I emailed about 10 of them to the principals and hopefully get a few phone calls tomorrow or Tuesday to set up more interviews. This time I only applied at the A schools - and some relatively close to my current employment so it would make interviewing an easier process.
It just sucks though - being rejected.
On a high note - yesterday was my FIRST OFFICIAL day of dieting. I ended up downing approximately 1000 calories (I rounded up when estimating) and although I was pretty satisfied by that.. when nighttime fell, my body felt really sick because of my medications and not having eaten as much as my normal heffer body takes in.
Now - I am meeting up with my coworker to go to her church. I am NOT a church person, by far. In fact - I really dislike organized religion however I really love my coworker. I think she's an amazing person and we connect on many levels so I trust her judgement in that I won't TOTALLY hate it. I am always up for something new - and I may just like it.
Hell, maybe it'll help me on my path to being happy again and feeling closer to G-d. I have no idea - but it's worth the shot.
Note: I ordered some hoodia to help supress my appetite. I am such a heffer - believably and I have 23.5 more pounds to lose by October 28th for my best friend's wedding. Since starting to eat better, I have already lost 2. :)
I can do it.
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