Archive for February, 2008

Apartment Woes

So Andrew will be moving out in early May. Originally, his younger brother was planning to come to VSU and move in with us, but that’s not happening now.

Right now we don’t have any prospects so it’s looking like it’ll just be the two of us. In general, I’m okay with that idea. It’ll be easier to really get stuff organized once we have that extra room open and I’ll pretty much have final say over ‘junk’.

The thing is, that’ll add $150 for each of us on bills every month and that’s a lot on part-time income. Also, that means when we move out we won’t just be passing on the apartment to someone else as has been in the past, so we’ll be responsible for all the cleaning and final walk-through type stuff. I don’t think there are enough disposable gloves in Valdosta for all the scrubbing we’ll be doing.

I’m really up and down about it. I’ve got a couch in Keri’s apartment that will have to be over here when she moves out and if we have a third roommate, I don’t know how we’ll fit it in here. Things are pretty tight, but definitely livable and it’s so much easier to split everything three ways.

And it’s nice to have someone else here when Ryan isn’t. And yeah…I dunno, it’s just easier to have a roommate right now.

I really hate money.

She’s amazing.

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This is Catie. She’s pretty damn awesome. She’s been that way all her life though, see?

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But this post isn’t about how awesome Catie is. It’s about how amazing she is. In June of 2007, Catie joined Weight Watchers. With an overall goal of 100 pounds, on February 26 Catie found that she had surpassed her halfway mark–reaching 50.8 pounds lost.

I’ve watched Catie count her points and turn down the best junk food–I’ve seen her exhibit self-control I could only dream of. I’m so proud of what she’s accomplished thus far and I look up to her for what she’s doing. I mean, just look how far she’s come!

I’ve been so amazed at how she’s even been able to soldier on through times when what she’s eating should be the last thing on her mind. She’s stuck through it in times anyone else would just want to drown themselves in ice cream. Right on!

It’s so inspiring to watch her as the pounds fall off and her clothes get baggy….I so don’t know how to say that without it sounding weird! lol

Kt-kins, I love you, and I’m so proud of you!!

Another tip needed

So sometime last week I ate a hot dog that I later realized had not been sealed properly in its package. I got pretty sickly that night and ever since then, when I eat, my stomach gets upset shortly after. It pretty much doesn’t end since by the time it starts settling, it’s time to eat again, so basically, once I eat once, I feel ill all day.

It’s not really severe, but it’s definitely uncomfortable. I’ve tried Pepto, Pepto tablets and Imodium and those didn’t work. Any suggestions?

Symptoms are behind the cut for those who don’t care to read that ;)

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OH MY

I’ve just learned that Stephen King and John Mellencamp are teaming up to produce a musical.

It’s set to open in Atlanta in 2009 and possibly move to Broadway if it does well.

I….I don’t even have words. I should start saving money now. This is something my mom and I have definitely got to see together.

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I love when my mom sends me pictures.

She fell asleep…

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A little proud…

No couple is perfect. There are always ups and downs. I’d say about 90% (if not more) of the time something is up between me and Ryan, it stems from his one-track mind. He gets so absolutely focused on whatever he’s doing at the time and nothing else exists. I’m sure you can see where that can cause some issues.

Ryan works with his best friend right now. They day-trade and so far, they’re making a good go of it. His best friend also just bought a house, so they’re working on that as well. Between their ‘job,’ helping with the house, and obligations to his friend (both spoken and internal…too much to explain) Ryan is spending a lot of time there. I’m talking, it’s pretty much the norm for him to be there from 9am till 2am. That doesn’t work for me. Even though I understand it, I have a hard time keeping my mind from looking at it in a more negative light, when it really and truly isn’t true. I’m a female though, and not the most secure person in the world, so yeah.

The situation tonight was this: Last night his car wouldn’t start. He’s absolutely, 100% out of gas and his last paycheck hasn’t appeared, and they haven’t been day-trading long enough to be able to actually write a check (3 more days though!!) so he’s in the hole right now. So Joolie and Brandel drove him back over on the idea that he’d ask me if he could just grab some clothes and just spend the night there. I didn’t like that. I don’t want to be the girlfriend that makes his decisions for him, so instead I just let him know where I stood–honestly, it would hurt my feelings. There are too many other options for getting him over there in the morning rather than him spending more time away from me.

That was all well and fine and we actually had a great night–talking till 3. Then tonight he sent me a message telling me he was staying there tonight. Well duh, I got upset. He was doing something he knew would hurt my feelings and that didn’t seem to matter. After about an hour of being upset over it, I finally got to the point where I understood why he felt the need to stay, but I was still mad that while knowing it was going to hurt my feelings, he didn’t feel the need to call and explain it all to me instead of letting me try to figure it out on my own.

So there was a very quick, mad conversation and we got off the phone. I can’t leave things unresolved, so I called back and called bullshit, and after that, it was the calmest ‘argument’ I’ve ever had in my life. We talked for a while and I think after all this time that this has been a problem, we finally came up with what could truly be the solution. We’re gonna talk tomorrow night and decide on a set time frame that he’ll call me every day. We’ll set it so that it’s a time at which point he should have an idea of when he’ll be home so we can stop arguing over that, and also if there’s anything I need to know, or want to question then we can cover that as well. We’re both hoping that will help him get into the habit of communicating with me when there’s something to be told, rather than waiting until after the fact, when I’m already upset about it.

I think it’s gonna help a lot. I know he always has good intentions, and honestly, he’s been doing better, but it just hasn’t gotten to a point where it’s fully adequate yet, so I think this will help. I know how he is, and I know you could set him on a project and tell him that in one hour, he needs to just go press a button and he’ll instantly have a million dollars and 3 hours later he’d remember it. He just gets that focused.

I’m really proud of us though. This has been a big problem and I feel like we’ve conquered it as a couple and that just makes me really happy.

Atonement

atonement-poster-0.jpg “In 1935, 13-year-old fledgling writer Briony Tallis and her family live a life of wealth and privilege in their enormous mansion. On the warmest day of the year, the country estate takes on an unsettling hothouse atmosphere, stoking Briony’s vivid imagination. Robbie Turner, the educated son of the family’s housekeeper, carries a torch for Briony’s headstrong older sister Cecilia. Cecilia, he hopes, has comparable feelings; all it will take is one spark for this relationship to combust. When it does, Briony — who has a crush on Robbie — is compelled to interfere, going so far as accusing Robbie of a crime he did not commit. Cecilia and Robbie declare their love for each other, but he is arrested — and with Briony bearing false witness, the course of three lives is changed forever. Briony continues to seek forgiveness for her childhood misdeed. Through a terrible and courageous act of imagination, she finds the path to her uncertain atonement, and to an understanding of the power of enduring love.”

Well. I’ve wanted to see this movie since I first heard of its upcoming existence. Now, with all the Oscar hype, I just couldn’t wait any longer.

James McAvoy owns my heart. His stunning blue eyes…his sigh-worthy little groans and whimpers of someone helplessly in love…ayeeee.

This was an incredible story. Refreshing in a time when no story seems completely original. I’m not sure how to convey all my feelings without being too revealing, so I’ll just say please watch it, and put the rest of my thoughts here behind a cut for you to read after you’ve seen it….

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Tips?

What’s the best kind of cleaner for cleaning out a microwave?

It needs a good cleaning, but honestly, I’ve never cleaned a microwave (aside from a good wipe down with soap and water) and I don’t want to use something unsafe…ya know?

It’s gotta be cleaned though. My nose is way oversensitive and I’ve come to learn that the smell of popcorn butter after it’s been sitting out for a bit kills me. Every time I open the microwave, I’m hit with that overwhelming smell. It’s killing my appetite!

So yeah, what can I use that’ll get the job done without infecting my food with deadly toxins?

Pistol Star "Crawl"

I think I got this song in a free sampler through iTunes at some point. I haven’t really been able to find much about the band or any other music of theirs, but I really love this song. It’s such a great, “God you really suck” song. I just love the completely mellow tone, combined with angry lyrics. I like it when the lyrics and music of a song feel opposite.

Excuse the formatting of the lyrics, I copy/pasted.

Warning: Explicit lyrics.

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i had a vision clear of you

all that you are and all you do

chew people up and spit them out

that’s what you’re all about

i need to get away it’s true

all that you are and all you do

i could be happier by far

go fuck another star

and i’ll just crawl

and i can crawllllll

everything seemed to be just fine

right up until you lost your mind

a babbling psychopath it’s true

i will get over you

fair weather friends will come and go

but you really put on quite a show

there was a time you had it all

i will enjoy your fall

cause i can crawl

and i can crawl

so this is the end well that’s alright

wonder just how you sleep at night

you never had that much to say

who needs you anyway

cause i can crawl

and i’ll just crawl

and i can crawl

cause i can crawl

Bump in the Night

Last night Ryan came by for some clothes and to tell me he was staying at Brandel’s so they could get up first thing in the morning and be in Jacksonville by 7am to pick up some couches and old friend was giving them.

So I went to bed alone, which I don’t really like in the first place.

At almost 4am on the dot, a loud *bang* and angry grunt completely wakes me up. I’m talking wide awake and terrified as hell, shaking–it sounds like someone has just attempted to bust down our front door.

Not wanting to walk out of my room, I grabbed my phone and called Andrew. He finally answered and I asked him to come downstairs with me, so he did. We looked all around, didn’t see anyone outside. We even shoved a chair up against the door and just went back to bed.

Excuse me, I did not go back to sleep. There was no sign of anything happening, but I knew I hadn’t dreamed it all. I remembered what I was dreaming. I was dreaming about One Tree Hill since I had just finished watching that before bed. No scary dramatic stuff there, and besides a dream wouldn’t have woken me up quite like that.

So I’m up all night freaking out. I’m alternating between trying to think of what else it could’ve been, and wondering if they’ll come back if it was indeed someone trying to break in. I’m even thinking of setting up some fiber cable for security cameras or an alarm system or something ’cause holy crap, all my good stuff is downstairs right when you open the door!

So I didn’t go back to sleep until right before I was supposed to get up. So no class for me this morning.

About 20 minutes ago, Andrew walked in and told me he’d figured it out. It was him.

Say what? You were in bed, how’d you manage that?

Andrew was fighting the good fight in his sleep and slammed his elbow through the wall. Through it. He didn’t notice last night after I woke him up, but he saw it this morning and realized it was elbow-sized.

So we’re all just glad that

  • There were no robbers
  • I’m not nuts
  • Keri wasn’t in bed with Andrew or she’d be concussed…

Craziness!!

Kristi, you probably never would’ve slept again, eh?

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