Spring Fever!

It looks as though I completely forgot about my blog for the last month! I don't know where the time is going! I can't believe it's already May. I feel like yesterday was Halloween. I can't believe I'm going to be 24. I never imagined myself getting up in my twenties! I still feel like I'm a cool 16.

So many people around me are married and having babies. Wait a minute! I'm married! See where the time went? I can't believe I'M already married! No babies soon, though. Although at times, it's really weird, I feel my biological clock ticking. It's a very sloooooow tick, but nonetheless, I feel it at times. I still have a hard time picturing myself as a mother, though. I guess a lot of women probably feel that way. I've seen plenty of non-mother types as mothers, so I guess it can work. I'd really like to adopt, though. Since V wants a child of his own, I'm hoping to do both, although it would be REALLY hard.

Since I'm such a weenie when it comes to girl-related pains, my biggest fear in life is childbirth. Come on now, it's so not natural to have ANY orifice stretch to the size of a freaking watermelon, I don't care what nature says. I always pictured myself drugged to hell, holding a champagne glass in one hand, cigarette in the other, forget the gross hospital gown, and sliding the child out as elegantly as possible. No stirrups, and definitely no weird people holding my legs apart as my overgrown hair peeks through stained white socks. Ew! The image horrifies me. If I'm shooting a 10 pound anything out of my body, it's gonna be my way, or the highway! Oh, and I don't want ANYONE in the room but myself and a doctor. V has a problem with that, but he'll just have to deal. And forget the pale pastel nursery. Yuck!

What the hell am I talking about? We're talking in the long future!

Eh, well, at least I blogged.

Nightmares.

I have nightmares constantly when I'm stressed out, which turns out to be frequently. They're usually the same ones, over and over again. Mostly from my past, like unfinished business coming to haunt me at night. And I always wake up feeling nauseated. I also always get sick when I'm stressed out. I must have the most gawd-awful immune system hell could supply me with. A couple of panic attacks one evening, the next day I'm burning up and bed ridden. Over and over and over again. I try to eat healthy, take vitamins, but nothing does it. I think I should do some stress-relieving yoga meditation in the mornings. I also really want a punching bag.

I think that would do me wonders.

Hooray for charity!

There's really nothing better than the feeling of giving back. After watching American Idol Gives Back tonight, you'd have to be an idiot not to be moved by all of the seriously unfortunate standards within the world. By donating $100, I helped feed a child for an entire YEAR in Kenya. I think everyone should think of the many, many children suffering from hunger and sickness around the world, and most shockingly, in our own backyard within the US, while they're buying their Fendi bags and Mercedes SUVs. We aren't in need of such material things, and it's unfortunate that here, in the Silicon Valley, in the center of wealth, we are so shallow and ignorant to the real devastation taking place around us.

If you can buy coffee at Starbucks every day, if you can lease a new Beamer, if you can buy new Puma shoes, you need to give back. It's a shame if you don't.

Tropical Fruit

Almost every morning, I have a banana and black coffee for breakfast.

Today, just thought I'd let you know, my banana tasted like a flower.

Always shocking someone!

Guess what? I have a love of law. Yes, deep inside, I've always wanted to be an attorney. So, I've enrolled in a paralegal program starting next month, and I'm stoked! Who knows--if it goes more than well, I might even enroll myself in law school. :)

Yay! I'm so very excited to be back in school, and even more so, studying law.

Career paths.

Really frustrated with work right now. To make a long story short, I don't feel appreciated at all! I don't think I'm treated fairly or valued as a worker.

What the hell will make me happy? I just want the fine balance of enjoying my job, AND my paycheck!

After much deep thinking, it came to me.

THIS will make me a VERY happy employee:

My hair is burning.

Or at least, it feels like it.

I'm coloring it for the first time since November of last year. Long overdue.

I was thinking. I recently developed a crazy allergy to strawberries out of NOWHERE.

It would be interesting if I suddenly developed a crazy allergy to hair color and all of my hair fell out.

Hmm.






I'm gonna go wash it out!