Drained

Man I'm just tired today.  Yesterday I had a very long day.  Woke up around 6am to go to work at 8am.  Work was alright.  I was opening snack bar at the Dream Factory.  Luckily they had another girl come in an hour after me and I was sent back to make cramel corn.  I love making caramel corn!  I'm getting pretty quick at it too.  It takes three large batches or four medium to small ones to make one bag.  There are two popcorn hoppers in the machine to make caramel corn.  At first I could only use one, but I'm learnign to use two.  I'm not very quick with two yet, but using two is definately faster than using only one. I cranked out three bags in 3 hours. I would have set a record for bags had I not got called back into snack bar and someone else took over caramel corn and only made on bag for the entirety of their shift there. Made me a bit sad too.  I was having fun making caramel corn.  But apparently I served Sam Rockwell while in snack bar.  

After I got off of work at 4pm, my parents wanted to go see The Sorcerer's Apprentice, which started at 5:20pm.  They came a little bit early and had dinner at the El Torito Grill downstairs from the Dream Factory, so I joined them after getting tickets.  I had this Fire-Roasted Tomato Soup that sounded different.  It was delicious.  We then went to go watch the movie.  It was ok.  It was entertaining in spots, but other than that, the movie was really nothing special at all.  Nicholas Cage is once again a disappointment.  I also ate too much caramel corn, spice drops and jellybeans.  Later in the night I would come to regret that.  By the time the movie got out, it was 7:20pm.  I have been at work for almost 12 hours.. not fun.  I was very exhausted.  I had wanted to go out to a club for a friend's going away party, but I was just too tired.  It bites because it was a club I had always wanted to go to.

I ended up talking with Bear and going over to his place for a little bit.  I had debated calling him to come pick me up cause I was exhausted, but I ended up driving over there.  I figured he had been at work and had already driven a lot today, so I drove myself.  We talked awhile, laid on the bed and just caught up with each others days and lives.  They just repainted his room so he's been busy putting it back together.  At one point I passed out on his bed for like 40 minutes.  He let me sleep cause he knew how tired I was.  Which was perfectly fine with me.  He entertained himself by getting immersed with Starcraft2.  He woke me up around 10:50pm and said I should probably start getting ready to go home, I did have a game at 8am after all.  When I was finally ready to go he handed me the rest of my water, which I gladly chugged cause I was so thirsty.  That proved to be my mistake.

As I drove home, I started feeling very queasy.  It takes me 15 mins or less to drive home.  Considering how late it was, it took me barely 10 minutes to get home.  Those 10 minutes were hell.  I was nearly crying by the time I got off the freeway with trying to keep myself from tossing my dinner in the car.  I walked into my house and my mom was sitting on the couch watching streaming Netflix and she gave me a puzzled look when she saw tears streaming down my face.  I told her that I was feeling very gross and sick.  She advised me to just go throw up, which was my plan.  Off to the bathroom and vomit appeared in the toilet.  

Damn, praying to the porcelain gods and I haven't even touched alcohol.  So not fair.  

I woke up this morning and felt so gross.  Woke up later than I wanted to, but I so needed the extra sleep.  Meant to eat a piece of toast before I left for my game, but I left it in the toaster.  So I didn't eat anything before the game and my body is still recovering from last night.  Even during the game when I was thirsty, I couldn't drink water fast or I would upset mystomach again.  The game was alright.  I hated the refs.  Why is it that only morons volunteer for these things? We lost 2-1.  The league is just for fun and it's hard to have fun when the refs have worse attitudes that the players.  Losing means that we play next week at 10am in the 3rd/4th place game.  Not bad out of eight teams.

Now I'm at home just trying to relax and get ready for work.  I close at the Dream Factory tonight, which means I won't get off work until 3am.. fun.

Adorable?

This will be a short one.

So I met a friend of a friend a couple days ago.  We have talked online several times in a chatroom a friend from their group had made just for them.  It sometimes feels weird talking to them when I'm the oldest by about 2 years at the least.  For most of that group, I'm 4-5 years older than them.  Anyway, there's this girl, we'll call her Smarty.  Smarty is about 17.  I'm 22.  She lives in a nice-ass house with her family, with a pool and a hammock in the backyard.  I love hammocks.  I think I went and laid down in it for about a half hour.  So, there was one point where she went inside the house to show Iceman where the bathroom was.  I followed a minute later so I could show her pictures of my dogs.  She hadn't seen them before and I was searching for them on Bear's Droid phone, which is cloaked in awesomeness.  I found her inside and one of the first things she said to me was "OMG you are so adorable in person!  I didn't think you were so cute."

...I was called adorable by someone who is 5 years younger than I am.  

Does anyone find that strange, or is it just me?

Blah

I've been sick. It really bites.  Last Thursday after I went to sleep, I got a call from my coworker.  I saw her when leaving the Dream Factory.  She was just going into work, but having trouble breathing because she thought her asthma was acting up.  I told her thought if she needed anything to give me a call.  Well, she ended up taking me up on that offer.

I got the call around 1:20am on Friday.  We'll call my coworker Holly.  Holly was still having trouble breathing and she asked if I could take her to the emergency room. To make a very long story short, we arrived at the hospital at 2am and I didn't get home until 7am.  Holly left the E.R. feeling no better than she went in and I was feeling even worse with the sore throat.  I slept for about 3 hours and woke up around 10am.  

There was no way I was going to go into work that day.  I felt like someone had run over me with a mac truck.  I was awake for about 2 hours trying to figure out who I could get to cover my shift at the Dream Factory that night, while making tea and eating a piece of toast.  I found someone to cover, took some nyquil, and passed out again.  I woke up three hours later.  Played some Bomberman on my Mom's Xbox 360 and then passed out again.  Woke up around 6pm.  I had texted Bear earlier in the day and he was going to come over and bring me soup :D 

He is so sweet.  My nice guy I've always wanted.  I ate two bowls of the soup and feel asleep again, this time on Bear's lap. He woke me up an hour later to put me to bed.  No really, he put me to bed.  Tucked me in and everything.  I knocked out once again before he stepped out of my room to leave. Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a very small room. A few steps and you're out the door.  My mom told me the next morning that when he left he told that if I woke up and was still hungry there was soup still left in the fridge.

Could the man I love be any sweeter?

The Little Things

It's always the little things isn't it?  I did manage to accomplish a few things today.  I printed out my paper this morning to present to my class.  It was totally fun reading about how inadequate breakfast consumption affects the energy profiles of preschool children.. Right. I also got my room picked up and will start laundry tomorrow. 

Work tomorrow.. blah.

I met up with Boots and her cousin to take them to see Eclipse.  Awful fucking movie.  Don't hold your breath for it.  We had dinner before at the Cheesecake Factory.  hey treated me to dinner for taking them to see Eclipse for free.  I was really nice.  Long Island Iced-Tea never tasted so good!

I came home and as soon as I was relaxed, my left nostril plugged up and started dripping down my throat while that damned spot in the back of my throat turned dry.  This is how it always starts.  I hate getting sick.  It's probably because of the sudden shift in weather as well as the smoke from that fire that happened two days ago.  So here I sit with my tea infused with honey and lemon, hoping to ward off this invading microscopic bad thingy.  If not, I may have to use Dreamer's secret home recipe to thwart it's grasp on me.  Nyquil is also a solution, one I hope to use as a last resort, though I sleep so much better after using it when I'm sick.  Not like it was made for that or anything.

Well, time to turn my ceiling fan down and get some rest.

Hope I don't dream of sparkly douchebags.

Strange Dreams Have Found Us..

I've come to realize that I don't have funny dreams, only weird ones.  The other day I was really tired and decided to lay down onthe couch and watch once again the documentary of The Doors "When You're Strange".  If you have not seen it and are a fan, I highly recommend it.  When I first watched it I was quite fascinated, not only by the journey of The Doors, but by Hollywood's accurate portrayel of their journey.  The movie "The Doors" is right on track with what really happened to the band.  Score one for Hollywood.  Now, if they could only get the billions of other movies right.  Anyway, I've seen it before and I loved the documentary, so I figured I'd relax and watch once again the story of one of my favorite bands.  Apparently I was more tired than I thought because I passed out within the first few minutes of the documentary, Lexie sleeping cuddled against me.  For those that don't know, Lexie is my newest doggie.  She's a boxer.

My first hallucination was of my mom walking in the door.  Now, I must have dreamed this around 4:45pm.  My mom gets home at about 6pm everyday of the week.  I swear I heard the door open and her walk inside, mentioning how cute Lexie and I looked and snuggled up on the couch.

My second dream was of Banteng Muda, Cloud, and my niece comign over.  Banteng Muda is my brother and Cloud is his wife.  I like Cloud, she's a sweety, but she does get on my nerves when she doesn't mind what time it is.  Anyway, they came to visit with my niece, exept something was very wrong.  Now my niece is almost 4 weeks old, but the girl they wheeled into my house on the stroller did NOT look llike she was 4 weeks old.  She looked like she could be about 10 years old.  The really wierd thing is she acted like she was 4 weeks old.  The only sound she made was a cooing sound.  The only person who thought this was strange was me.  After they left I tried convicing my mother that something was really wrong.  Ever seen the movie "Jack" with RObin Williams about the kid who had a genetic disease that made him grow old at a rapid pace and die at an early age?  That's what it reminded me of.  I woke up in the middle of trying to convince my mom that something was terribly wrong.

Gotta love my dreams...

Lazy Bum

Exactly what the title suggests, I have been a lazy bum.  I've been up to things, but for the most part I haven't.  At least nothing that would have kept me from writing down what's been going on in my life.  Several things have happened this past month.  The birth of my niece for example.  Oh she's such the cutest thing.  I want to die of cuteness everytime I'm around her. 

The World Cup started this month and I'm uber addicted to watching it.  If anyone would have told me that Spain and the Netherlands would battle it out in the final, I would have laughed at them.  I was pleasantly surprised that the USA won their group to advance and was very happy for us.  Germany broke my heart in that semi-final match against Spain.  Germany was the better team, but they played like shit against Spain.  They had no rhythm with each other and Spain looked like they just wanted it more.  By the time the Germany players got in sync with each other, it was too late.  Spain had their number and once they scored, only had to play defense to keep Germany from scoring. For the final though, I will be cheering on Netherlands for the win.  They came out of left field this tournament and have been upsetting some major teams, including Brazil.  Whatever the outcome, it's sure to be a good match because this World Cup will have a brand new champion!

Working at the Dream Factory has been quite an experience.  I do like working there because they hours they give me are amazing.  According to other people it's not that many, but to me it's a lot because my last job only gave me 4.5 hours a week for several months.  So if the least I get is 16 hours a week, I'm perfectly fine with that.  

My summer soccer season began this month as well.  Sadly I've only gotten to play two of the games out of five now I think.  Luckily this Saturday I'll be able to play once again.  And only one more game after that until playoffs.  Every team is garunteed at least one playoff game, which is kind of nice.  My team this year though.. I don't like them very much.  They are only about 5-6 players I like.  Everyone else has a shitty attitude and wants to play dirty.  There's a big difference between playing hard and with passion than playing dirty.  

Summer classes have also started this month.  I'm taking two classes.  One is Individual and Family Development and the other is Music in Film.  Both are interesting classes.  Whole 16 week semester's worth on knowledged crammed into six wonderful weeks during the summer. Should be fun!

Did I cover everything? I think so. Off to the Griffith Park night hike. Lots of fun!