My hair’s getting long. I need to trim it because my at-home jobs just aren’t cutting it (ha, pun) I think there is more damage than hair. But it’s finally getting past that awkward phase where it’s at my shoulders but trying to be below my shoulders but it just curls out and is weird. And I’m afraid to have it trimmed because last time I had it this length, the lady butchered it and was like, “Just a little trim!!!” It’s taken me a year to recover from that hair cut.
I work 40 - 45 hours a week. I have work dreams where I get super stressed out and dream about this chaos happening at work and then I wake up and think it’s real and i catch myself going a million miles an hour, and I seriously have to convince myself that I’m at home in my bed and have four more hours of sleep before I really AM at work.
I know 40 hours is normal full-time and people do it all the time. But I really don’t like my job. I just like having something steady. Plus, my benefits kick in in June! And I’m studying for my national certification test and taking it within the next two months. That will be a $2/hour raise.
My dad and I are getting along well. I got my Greenville Tech mess paid off. I paid about $1,000 on it and he paid the other $500.
It is ten million degrees in my room. And jonathan keeps calling me. and it’s making me mad and being mad AND hot it the worst combination.
I’m waiting for Bailey to get home so we can have our skype date. That was supposed to be at 10:30, and here it is 11:15. My bedtime tonight is in 15 minutes. I gotta get up before the sun gets up to go to work tomorrow.
My nosering is doing this thing where it had this huge bump on it. So I looked up home remedies because the salt water wasn’t doing anything for me. And i came to the conclusion that I had a build-up of scar tissue so I tried the crushed aspirin thing. And it’s working. But my nose just bleeds all day. And I wake up with this huge scab. And at some point in the day end up picking it off without realizing it. and it pours blood. But every day it bleeds a little less and the bump is almost down to nothing.
So I was listening to lights. And I guess that cd ended. and the next cd in my itunes is Tha Carter 3. I went from “cute cute i love love. cute. cuddles and loves.” to “GET ON MY LEVEL MOTHA FUCKER BABY KIDNAPPED.” I know how the song goes. I just figured that since i made up fake lyrics for lights, I would continue the theme and make up lyrics (not quite) for lil wayne.
But really. I am sweating. Which is gross. But I figured since I talked about my gross nose infection/bleeding problem, I would discuss my body odor.
This is my dad’s view on my nose though, he is saying that it is a sign from God that this “nail” doesn’t belong in my nose (he never mentions a thing about the one in my lip): “If the Lord wanted a nail through your nose, he’da put one there.”
A MILLIONARE IMMA YOUNG MONEY MILLIONARE.
I really have got to change this.
Texting Bailey now. I’m a boring person, sorry.
I’ll be in greer this weekend so throw me a party. Bye.
