SO tired

Yes. I am. SOOOO tired. And my stomach hurts really bad. And my neck. And I feel fat. And I have a headache. And I have to open tomorrow, which means I have to wake up in four hours. If I weren't really tired, I might just stay up. But obviously I need sleep. I'll be happy to be prone again.
OOH! In other news, I bought luggage. A la Target. It's purple and I like it. And I will be using it soonish. Like in two months-ish.
I hate to leave y'all with so little... my adoring fans... but I drove five hours yesterday and five hours today and worked ten hours Wednesday on four hours' sleep... basically I'm pretty tired. If you didn't already get that.
Ooh, and I saw the pella in Blairstown, NJ, last night. Hence the driving and tiredness. So. Maybe more on that later-- maybe not-- and right now, sleep.
Maybe next time I go away I'll remember to pack my toothbrush...

So confusing

Life is. Ain't it? I don't know what I want, I don't know what anyone else wants, and if I knew what we all wanted, would I be able to give it to us? Would they or I deserve it? And who's to say it's for me to decide whether we can have it or not? Sorry to be so vague, but out here in cyberspace, you never know who's going to stumble upon what. Those involved may or may not know they are, and those close to me probably know, at least roughly, what I'm talking about.
And my head hurts. And has pretty much since I woke up this morning. I think it's because of my anti-caffeine attempts. Which have so far been successful, except for the caramel kisses I just had... soooo good. Ooh, and the nugget I snagged while counting down drawers... I had to! They were just out there, calling to me...
Wah. I have so much homework (who knows discrete math? anyone? Bueller?) tonight, and I don't even want to look at it. Although only nine of them are for turn-in. And I got an A on the first test. So I'm in pretty good shape, I think. I think. One never knows for sure, right?
I hate to have to leave you, my adoring public, but duty, once again, calls. Hm... first chocolate, now duty? Maybe I'm hearing voices in my head? But hey, if the voices are telling me to eat chocolate and do homework, are they really anything to worry about?

so tired

I think my second wind has come and gone. And I'm supposed to be... well, you know, you really should never wait for a boy to call. Romantically or otherwise. 'Cause they don't. I mean, usually they will, but not when they say they will. Like Cher and Christian. "In boy time that meant Friday." Or whatever day it is that he actually calls her. This is just the way they are. Unless they're like a certain someone and they call you like ten times a day and leave messages on your voice mail: "Just wanted to see how your day was goin..." Um, about the same as it was an hour ago... Jeez. Is there no happy medium?
Then again, I guess it's all part of why boys are boys and girls are girls.
Speaking of girls... Okay, well, not really. Speaking of boys... I get to see my boys in less than a week! Can you believe it? I've been so preoccupied with work and not work and quitting work and school and life in general... when I finally pack and drive and arrive in NJ and get in my seat and look up at those five faces... it will be such a wonderful surprise, ya know? Like Delaware... that was one of my best shows ever, because it was so spontaneous. As was Kenosha. And Richmond. I have to say, the best ones were spontaneous. I think we decided we were going to Delaware like, five days beforehand. And Richmond was like the week before. And Kenosha... well that was the morning of... how insane are we? I love us.
Ah, where was I? I was talking to the "us" of whom I just spoke. Anyway. I went to the gym today, and I am so proud of myself. Although now my buttcheeks hurt. Can I say that on here? Is there a censor? Can I get it to auto-censor "buttcheeks"? Well, anyway, I was on the bike for 27 minutes, and now they hurt. I need a cushy chair to sit on. Instead of this stool-y thing. Ooh, can't wait til the pella hit Blossom... Mom is sooooo in. She'll get to see them with the Pops. Not that I've seen them with the Pops either, but hopefully I'll do Boston in June/July. Hopefully. With my Amy. The auditor. Or however you spell that.
Okay, that's all for now. Tired of typing. Tired of sitting upright, actually. I've now been up for 19 1/2 hours straight. I almost wanna make it a full 24, just 'cause why not. You know? But then again, WHY? Sleep, little one...

Bloggin along

Dude. Mom just made some sort of weird snorty noise. I think she still doesn't believe that Friday night she absolutely DID sit all the way up in bed, and that's the only reason why I talked to her. I really thought she was awake. Otherwise I would've cried over my problems all alone.
I don't want to know if I have received a certain e-mail in a certain inbox from a certain person containing a certain... well, containing ANY subject matter. I am not going to read it. I'm deleting.
Today was a good day. Went to work, worked, came home and napped, got up and got a shower, went to a friend's house, came home, and got online. And actually had more fun doing homework than I think you're supposed to have. Don't tell.
Ah, what a conundrum I am in... that's all I'll say, as far as what the conundrum is exactly. But it's not entirely unenjoyable. It just depends on which way it goes... I'm kinda between a rock and a hard place... well, more specifically, albeit still very vaguely, I'm between what looks like a rock and what might be a hard place or might just be a soft place with a sliding glass door. But in a weird way, I'm hoping for the hard place. 'Cause if it's a sliding glass door, and I open it, I'll fall into the soft place, and then I won't be able to get back to the rock. And the soft place might be nice, but I want the hard place.
More now than ever do I want the hard place.
And if that makes sense to anyone, well, wow. You might know me better than me knows me. That's all for tonight. I've lost myself in all these metaphors... I think I'm in here somewhere...

...and I'm spent.

Ooooookay. Finally I figured out how to post a picture, and now I'm happy. I was kinda hopin' some of my girls would be on, and I could chat for a moment or two, but no. But that's probably a good thing, seeing as how I have to open the store tomorrow. And I still have to iron my uniform tonight! But it will be nice to be off by 1. Or thereabouts. Hopefully.
Now that I know how to do it, I should add a random picture to this post. Um... Not sure which one it will be, and y'all will not know what or who it is or where it came from. I am really going to pick something at random. Just because I can. Ooh, and I think I can post mp3s on here, too... once I figure out how to do that... Can't wait. It seems I might have another addiction on my hands. :) Alright, ladies and gents, I'm off to the basement and my ironing. And then bed. With my dog. And my afghan, sheet, and three blankets. And yet I am cold. Maybe I should move south...
Oh, boo. I give up. It's taking waaaaaay too long to upload. And I should've been in bed two hours ago. Duty calls. And Doody calls. Whatever that means. Night, all.

Trying to do a picture...

Alright. Trying again to post a picture. We'll see how this goes. So far I keep getting booted every time I get close. Boo. Okay. So I was finally able to upload a picture. Not even one I wanted, but we'll see if I can figure out how to post it. Here goes.
YES!!!!!!!!! Finally!!! I guess the difference was that aol didn't want me to post a picture... something about running scripts on the page or something. I don't understand all that computer mumbo-jumbo. I'm just happy it's HERE! I can SEE it! YAY!! Okay. Now to publish.

My first blog post EVER!

Ah, let me see. What do I have to add to the insane amount of noise that goes on out here in blogland? Right now, very little. I'm thinking this will probably fall by the wayside, along with anything else like this that I have ever tried to do. I used to have an aol homepage... back in the day. But I'm thinking this would be a nice place to put my pictures. Since I tried and tried to e-mail them and it was taking forever and I was getting irritated and finally gave up. Anyway. Here is my blog. It's quite bloggy, don't you think? Gotta be a quick one, since the family wants to leave for Mom's b-day (observed) dinner in about five minutes. This is going to be so sad-looking, in comparison to everyone else's little blogs and lj's and whatnot. Since I am like html-clueless. Maybe I won't need html to make this look cute? I dunno. But I am so cold, now that Mom moved my computer to right next to the window. It's drafty. Boo.
Alright. That's all for now. I want to see how this baby looks. :)