Ok.  So I re-did my e-mail stuff.  So I have a new journal: xhyzenthlayx ...and a new e-mail address: thethuthinnang@hotmail.com.  I will no longer be using this journal.  Like after I know everything works seamlessly.  Peace.

Today I'm having one of those days where I feel blah.  Maybe it's the lack of over-processed sugar in my system (not a bad thing, at all).  Maybe because the only social interaction it seems I get is with the people I work with, my family, the dogs and my own self.  I just feel bored again.

I need to call Sarah.  I can't wait to go running with Rosie.  I still miss Jeremy too much.  I can't wait for everyone to come home from school.

I was playing with the dog and she bit me and now I have a bruise.

I think I have a sty in my eye.  But it is really uncomfortable to wear my left contact.

And today I went to the grocery store to make a shopping list.  It was so fun.  I just wandered up and down all the aisles looking at all the food that I'm basically not allowed to eat and planning how to get it.  But a few minutes later I didn't want it anymore.  I do want something that I can put on my toast in the morning.

Sometimes I wish I could smell.  Everyday when I go on a walk I go my Victoria's house and her mom has really, really beautiful roses right by the sidewalk and I pretend to smell them and wonder what it would be like.  And today mom told me the wood chips in our backyard smell like chocolate and when she came home she thought someone was baking, but alas, it was the nasty wood chips.

I would like someone to rip off my arms and beat me with them.  Simply because I can't do it myself.  I'm so sore, I could die.  Carrying heavy piles of clothes at work does not sound like fun (at this second I'm getting a telephone call from a numer I don't recognize) at all.  At least my legs don't hurt anymore.  And I can almost do one push up.

I'm also on a sort of diet.  It's like a modified version of the slim-fast diet. (Oh my goodness, they're calling again.  JUST LEAVE A MESSAGE!)  But it's ok...I'm not hungry like I was afraid I'd be. (It was Rebecca!  She left a message.) 

The other night I found out that I can have my computer as soon as I'm outprocessed from basic training.  I thought it would be months and months before I'd get it again, but alas, my parents can bring it to me when they come watch me graduate.

So supposedly my Mom had a miscarriage once.  She referred to it as, "When I had that miscarriage..."  Of course we were in the car and I was evesdropping, so I could very well have heard wrong.  But seriously.  I might have a deceased sibling fetus in my past (or before me).  OMG.  What if that was the reason I took so long! (Fun Fact: My parents were married for five years before having me.)

So much weird.

Every once in awhile at work, we ask deep meaningful questions, as in Would You Rather?.  Like would you rather walk through walls or be able to breathe underwater? (general consensus: the former)  So tonight someone asked if we could be anyone who is currently dead, who would we be?  So I had to run through all the biographical scraps in my head for a bad-ass woman.  And after something like ten minutes I had it.

Eleanor of Aquitaine.

If you don't know her, look her up.  Bad-ass middle-ages woman.

i just want to see something.

Owning/operating a small coffeeshop/cafe from what used to be a house.

A four-year commitment to the Air Force.  And finances, no knowledge of how to make coffee drinks, health codes and a lack of venue.

But, maybe one day it'll happen.

It is so fucking hot outside.  Damn.

The new season of Doctor Who is AMAZING.  I don't care what anyone says, I like Donna.

Have you ever been so hot that suddenly you feel cold and have shivers and stuff.  That's how I feel.  I just got back from running with Dad and I have heat rash and drank three glasses of water and am really, really sweaty...and I'm shivering.  It's so interesting.

I think I should take a nap between my cleaning and work.  It would be nice.

WTF weather?!

So I just finished walking with Dad.  We went from home by Melinda Park, to the lake fields, down and up and down and up the stairs many times (until I could go no more), towards Marguerite and Olympiad (and my legs felt like jello then got better), then we ran towards La Barca, and finally walked up the giant-ass hill back home.  I feel all hot and woozy, but it's so funny.  And that's what I'm going to do for training from now on.