1. I have been eating in bed lately...a lot. For one, my apt. is FREEZING and my heat doesn't really work because I have no insulation. Also, I like blankets. Annnnddd, my DVD player remote broke so I can't use it to skip chapters to find episodes of The Office to play so I have to use my computer, so I do so in bed. ( I like watching "tv" when I eat)
2. I have watched 2 entire seasons and I am on my third of The Office. In bed, of course. I started watching the show so late because Corey loves it and now I have to catch up because I never really got the whole Pam/Roy thing. So, while he was at school, I went to his grandmoms and broke into his room and stole all of his seasons. I have now developed even more of a crush on Jim Halpert. Another confession- season 2 episode: "casino night" when Jim tells Pam he loves her, I played that part back 4 times. Yes, 4.
3. Tonight I was eating my pork chop with homemade apple stuffing (in bed) and I fininshed and looked down and a cube of stuffing landed on my chest...yes, I picked it up and ate it.
4. Facebook Xynga or Xangy or Xyunku games or whatever they are called. I now do Farmville, YoVille, and the Cafe World one because it is a kitchen game. I will go so far as to confess (while I am on a roll) that one time I didn't want my strawberries to go bad and I knew they would be ready for harvest at 1:30 AM (on Farmville, for those of you who don't know-the crops are harvested within a certain time and then they spoil and you can't collect your coins hence losing money) so on a work night I SET MY ALARM for 1:30 AM, harvested my crops, and fell back asleep at 2:20. Ugh. That almost hurts to confess. Don't worry- I refuse to start playing MAFIA WARS. Ugh-those notifications are so annoying.
5. My life has evolved into one big sticky-note. I have EVERYTHING written on them. And this morning I rolled out of bed and 3 different sticky notes were in my bed-one was stuck to my stomach. Ugh again.
Confessions are over.
Oh. 3 more things----
The gym gets creepier the later it gets. Last night I went at about 9 and it closes at 10. I was left working out with only 2 other men- one with the smallest shorts of all time and the other with the biggest mustache of all time. Shorty pants was in his 50s I would say. Mustache man in his 40s and a grunter when lifting. Followed me everywhere. Lets just say I ran through the parking lot to my car when I was done. I am going around 7 tonight.
I haven't seen my boyfriend in 26 days. I miss him. I get to see him tomorrow night because we are both going "home." He needs to steal more food from his grandmom and I am just going to see him-and my parents. I'm really excited. We're going to watch The Wedding episode from last week since we both missed it.
I hate cold weather. I really am considering living down South one day.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Pantyhose: My Nemesis
MAJOR wardrobe malfunction today. MAJOR.
And...probably one of the most awkward moments of my life.
I was trying to be creative and mix and match some things in my closet to get a super cute chic look for my meeting today at the district office. I wanted to wear my gray pencil skirt, my white blouse, and a lime green/gray/black cardigan. It was too cold for a skirt this morning, so I decided I would give my black pantyhose a whirl. I put them on and was really confused as to why all of these little fibers rubbed off on my hips when I pulled them up. Brushed off all of the black fibers, did a static reducer routine, and jetted off to work. It was during my 1st period lecture that I noticed a gigantic line showing through my tight skirt-about at mid thigh. I walked over (I was also in heels) to my desk with my legs restricted so I am slightly waddling now. I tell the kids I have to go make a quick copy (the copy room is next to my room) and the kids work on their quiz. In the copy room, I reach both hands DOWN my skirt (PRAY that no one walks by the wide open door to the copy room) and yank up my hose, which obviously FELL down mid calf.
***Jump to period 2. I am now in front of the class at the chalkboard and my pantyhose start to creep DOWN my leg. They are almost to my knees again and I am oddly trying to walk (hard to do discreetly with hose around your knees) back and forth the length of the board to lecture. At this point, I imagine they will be showing past my skirt at any given moment. I realize now that they HAVE. NO. ELASTIC. It is gone. Shot. So, I decide that before my meeting I MUST go home and put a new pair on. I have travel time (about 15 minutes) to switch from the Middle School to the High School. I run into my old co-op, that I student taught for, Earl. Earl asks me if he had a zit coming out on his forehead and if it was tragic looking. I tell him I have pantyhose problems. I then second guess myself for telling a 40 year old male in the hall that I am having pantyhose problems. I walk all the way down the hall. HOSE ARE MAJORLY SLIPPING! I walk out into the parking lot, where the construction workers are staring at me, as I have now no choice but to grab them to keep them up since they were semi-up, I had to grab just below my butt. I waddle into the car. I run home and change before my super important meeting. I now have no time to prepare for said meeting. I called my mother and laughed for 10 minutes straight. The fibers in the morning that I saw were indeed my pantyhose falling apart.
I will think long and hard before I EVER put on hose again.
And...probably one of the most awkward moments of my life.
I was trying to be creative and mix and match some things in my closet to get a super cute chic look for my meeting today at the district office. I wanted to wear my gray pencil skirt, my white blouse, and a lime green/gray/black cardigan. It was too cold for a skirt this morning, so I decided I would give my black pantyhose a whirl. I put them on and was really confused as to why all of these little fibers rubbed off on my hips when I pulled them up. Brushed off all of the black fibers, did a static reducer routine, and jetted off to work. It was during my 1st period lecture that I noticed a gigantic line showing through my tight skirt-about at mid thigh. I walked over (I was also in heels) to my desk with my legs restricted so I am slightly waddling now. I tell the kids I have to go make a quick copy (the copy room is next to my room) and the kids work on their quiz. In the copy room, I reach both hands DOWN my skirt (PRAY that no one walks by the wide open door to the copy room) and yank up my hose, which obviously FELL down mid calf.
***Jump to period 2. I am now in front of the class at the chalkboard and my pantyhose start to creep DOWN my leg. They are almost to my knees again and I am oddly trying to walk (hard to do discreetly with hose around your knees) back and forth the length of the board to lecture. At this point, I imagine they will be showing past my skirt at any given moment. I realize now that they HAVE. NO. ELASTIC. It is gone. Shot. So, I decide that before my meeting I MUST go home and put a new pair on. I have travel time (about 15 minutes) to switch from the Middle School to the High School. I run into my old co-op, that I student taught for, Earl. Earl asks me if he had a zit coming out on his forehead and if it was tragic looking. I tell him I have pantyhose problems. I then second guess myself for telling a 40 year old male in the hall that I am having pantyhose problems. I walk all the way down the hall. HOSE ARE MAJORLY SLIPPING! I walk out into the parking lot, where the construction workers are staring at me, as I have now no choice but to grab them to keep them up since they were semi-up, I had to grab just below my butt. I waddle into the car. I run home and change before my super important meeting. I now have no time to prepare for said meeting. I called my mother and laughed for 10 minutes straight. The fibers in the morning that I saw were indeed my pantyhose falling apart.
I will think long and hard before I EVER put on hose again.
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