#16

The view from the top of this jungle gym is nothing without your hand to help me back down.

#15

Last Friday I worked a double shift on six hours of sleep and when I finally get home my mother wants to take my brother out for his birthday- which no one wants to go to plus my brother's birthday was the week before. Now it's pushing nine o'clock. I'm tired and starving (a really bad combo for me). No one will pick a place to go, and because it's Friday and my catholic mother isn't eating meat until Jesus turns into a zombie. So we get in the car ANYWAY without a destination and proceed to drive around for about 45 minutes to an hour. My brother just wants to sleep, his girlfriend looks miserable, I'm passing out in the back seat and my mother is getting pissed. So logically, my mom, while at a red light right at the exit of the BQE just goes "Forget this!" jumps out of the car and books it to the bus stop. My brother follows her for a bit but since this is Northern Blvd. we have to go faster than three MPH. He pulls into the Dunkin Donuts, gets out while Paula and I wait in the car chit-chatting about Chicken Soup for the Alcoholic Soul. We make an executive decision about where to go (after she tells me that Red Lobster has cheesy bread- I've never been there and this sounds like a great combination of two things I love.) and drive around to the bus stop when neither my brother or mother come back after 20 minutes.
Now, I'd like to say that this is the first time my mother has done this, but then I'd be a liar- and I don't like to lie. Lies are poison, like margarine, I don't want it in my body. This is my life people. This is my family. We were just lucky this time, the last time she went all AWOL she was driving the damn car. And if you've never contemplated your family's mental stability you definitely start to when you're sitting in a driver-less car on Broadway with your two siblings all with the same "what the fuck?" face on.

Next,

Okay, the weekly trivia question at work was: What U.S. war was 105-year-old Hiram Cronk the last living veteran of, until 1905?
The answers given were: War of 1812 (which is correct), the Civil War, the Mexican-American War and World War I.
Just wow, people. I get that the Mexican American war and Civil War were at least in the same century, but World War I? Are you freaking kidding me? That just makes no sense. He was 105-years-old in 1905, NINE years before World War I even started. That's just stupid. Stupid with stupid filling.
Ugh.

#14

"My bones ache my skin feels cold and I'm getting so tired and so old..."

Double Shift: Hour 11. Are we having fun yet? Yes I'm working and I'm writing. A lot of coffee beans have been sacrificed today to keep me operating. The yoga class this afternoon was a trial but necessary. I needed it.
My mom just messaged me she's going out- a third act twist! Tonight should be interesting if at the very least quiet. Spent a ton of time with her this week and I need a break. I don't mind taking care of her but I'm just spent on energy. I've been running on about 20-25 hours sleep total Sunday to now. Feeling really old. My bones ache and every joint cracks on my body, I'm twenty-two and aging FAST.
How long until the break? It feels like it's months away at this rate.

You know what's not a fun game to play? go to FamilyWatchDog.us and put in your address. Fucking disturbing. It's finding out you live in Rapeville on the corner of "Hey kid, Want Some Candy" street and "Check Out My Rickety Van" avenue and what's ridiculous they show the pictures of the criminals and they LOOK like sexual predators! If you showed me a bunch of photos of someone I would pick THOSE people out of the bunch as being creepers. It could be broad daylight on a crowded street and if I saw them I would get the heebie jeebies.

#13

Hello March 3rd

I felt my legs getting ridiculously hot just now and realized that I'm an inch away from the space heater. I'm a genius.
Too many birthdays coming up, approximately nine. I am and always will be surrounded by pisces. My dad, brother, grandfather, an ex-boyfriend, an employee, a few friends and several gym members all within the next week. It's like a flipping epidemic. Is April pisces? Or is it February to March that's pisces? No, wait, I'm wrong it's February to March.

#12

Aziz Ansari is probably one of the funniest bastards walking this earth. I watched "Intimate Moments for a Sensual Evening" and I did not stop laughing for the entire hour.
At work for another hour then I'm out hopefully. But to do what? I just have to get out of here. Today is my dad's birthday. I'm in a shit mood.
A member came back to the gym and she makes me nuts. When she talks all I hear is my own voice begging for the sweet relief of death...that can't be good right? I get along with most people but I don't know she just makes me want to punch a puppy. She angers me to my core. It's probably the most boring conversation you can ever have in your life- just shit you would never care about. She also stays here for over an hour. She's trying to kill me I'm almost sure of it. Just trying to watch me have a stroke.
Everyday when I leave my house I get that instant feeling of fear that I've lost my watch somewhere along the way, then I remember I don't have it and I'm relieved and sad at the same time. I went years without one and then got used to wearing one again and now I'm going through withdrawl.

#11.5

K.C.: I love the heat...I'm most comfortable in 105 degree weather... My parents are from Ecuador...that is the EQUATOR... Bring the heat on.

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C: are you still being mean?
S: im never mean
C: The last time I talked to you you told me to die.

#11

One time I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.

Internet, I did nothing yesterday but watch the USA vs. Canada hockey game turned out to be great. Friggin' 3rd period was crazy then the OT. Nuts! I couldn't really care about the other "sports" in the winter Olympics because I view them the same as I do swimming where it's more a way to keep yourself alive and less a sport. Like you stop swimming and you drown, end of story, but if you're playing football and you stop running it may not cause your imminent demise. I hate shit like the luge and skeleton- you're just asking for something bad to happen. Most winter sports are just someone putting them self in a life threatening situation and then we watch them get out of what can be their death... on worldwide television. When I want to see that I just watch Man Vs. Wild, then at least I'm learning something god forbid I find myself in nature someday I have to survive.
While watching the game I also realized that I do not know the rules of hockey...at all. Probably cause I wasn't raised on it. I understand the basic concept (some OT rules, some penalties etc.) and what certain terms are but I do not know shit about any calls of the game. I just like when they get into each others defensive zones and it turns into a damn free for all. It's exciting as all hell, the speed picks up and it's this frantic rush for the puck. Like it's moderately civil until you're near the goal and then it's like cavemen with knives on their feet and sticks in their hands whailing on each other. I love it- more violence please. I still get worked up when I watch the 1980 Olympic hockey game versus Russia cause I totally know what's going to happen but it's so awesome. Yes, I love sports underdog stories. Football, baseball, hockey, basketball (well maybe not basketball as much) all very exciting.
I've been noticing a shit-ton of Curves advertisements online lately which is good cause I like to know my money is going into ads somewhere. You'll probably notice more of them now that I've said it but failblog, dictionary.com, all over. That's the hustle I like to see.

Today marks the 1 year anniversary of my owning Curves. Wahoo. I'll have a slice of pie later.