In the year 2525...

So I'm 25 now. Spent it not sleeping in because of the baby (that boy's got lungs!), and pretty annoyed with everybody else. I had a hard time getting to sleep the night before because my twin decided to spend the night, too, in the same room on the floor. And played on his little PSP. Click click click click click. And GOSH I couldn't find my regular deodorant so I had to use this back-up stuff and its scent was so strong that it gave me a headache and I couldn't sleep with my arms even remotely up (raised?). And since I normally like to sleep with my hands tucked under my pillow, I was very frustrated. And definitely Unsure. Don't use that Secret Platinum stuff. WOW. But that's just the night before.

I mean it was a pretty good day, I was just in a foul mood for most of it. Some extended family visited, but that just made me more annoyed. Especially when one referred to my little nephew as a "tabernacle." Really? Serious? Normally she just refers to their... um... *cough* as a tabernacle, so this was a new development. I got loads of cash from family and family in law (thanks Shawn's family!), which was also VERY nice and timely since school is starting in a couple of weeks. I also got a few phone calls and text messages and a buttload of posts on my facebook profile. Yay me!

I also didn't take a bath until about 7:00 pm. Which was LUSH. My mom has this jetted bathtub that has a slant on one side so you don't kill your back trying to find a comfortable position. I just read Voyage to Venus (which is actually Perelandra now I guess. By C.S. Lewis. I had found an old copy [before they updated the title] at a used bookstore several years ago) until the water got too cold, and then added some more hot water. And then until Kyle knocked on the door and told me it was time to go. Blech.

I got to talk to Rachel for about a half an hour, which was great. I miss you Rachel!

I only got to talk to Shawn for a few minutes.

I did get to talk to Amber Brueseke (we were best friends since kindergarten, basically), and she's in town! So I get to see her and a couple of other good friends from high school tonight! I haven't seen her since before my mission, I think. Yay fun cool!

The suckiest part of my birthday I guess was the part where he wasn't here for it. And I finally got up the guts to sleep ALONE in the bed, instead of out on the futon, but only because I brought in my laptop and watched old X-Files episodes until I fell asleep (BAD IDEA when there were a lot of kidnapped-from-the-bed-in-the-middle-of-the-night stories in it). So yeah, it took about three or four episodes to get me to go to sleep. The last episode had Krycek! But before he was Krycek. Just a small role. I'm embarrassed that I knew how to spell his name correctly (I may have double checked on IMDB).

Maybe I'll have that great birthday next year. The closest thing to a really good birthday I've had in years was last year when Shawn proposed, although that was actually on the day before. When I was trying really hard not to vomit from food poisoning from the day before THAT. Love and miss you Shawn! I wouldn't be my father's daughter if I didn't make every effort to inadvertently sabotage my own birthday.

Something SICK--this morning I took a shower to get ready for work. There weren't any towels hanging up so I grabbed a slightly used one from the floor just outside the bathroom. I went to wrap it around me when I saw something black. I stopped in time, and spread out the towel to get a closer look. YEAH. There was an enormous black beetle on it, and some other bugs I couldn't readily identify. Luckily, there were fresh towels in the dryer. Even if I had wrapped myself in the towel, at least I wouldn't have died ON my birthday. So there's that.

Ooh, also, Shawn got me the best presents! He got me little tags for the clothes I've made and will make--you know, the little "Made By: {insert name here}." SHUT UP!
Also, he got me the three Threadless shirts I wanted (which I may have accidentally spoiled the surprise because I was looking at our finances and went to his bank account and saw the payment he made to Threadless. Poor Shawn. He even hid the package so I couldn't find it when we got it [I was there when it came in the mail] ). Anyway, here they are:

"Let's Go Parasoling"

"Training" (I think this one is my favorite)

"Refrigerator Running"

Why does it have to hurt?

Now I know...

...how Sandra Bullock's character felt in The Net. Or Ben Affleck's character in... shoot. Paycheck? Some crap movie. Bless his heart, he can't even swear convincingly in his movies. But anyway, the past three years of my life have been erased. Ish. My folks discontinued their comcast account, from which my itrysohard email came. So yeah. Everything is gone. Including my missionary emails (about half of them. The rest were deleted long ago--including all the hilarious ones from Shawn on his mission and the weird stalker ones from William's old missionary companion--because I didn't forward them from my mission email account in time and the church discontinued it *fist shakeage*). No more reminiscing for yours truly. I still have all the WRITTEN letters, but it's just not the same. I emailed comcast to see if there is any recovery possible and I've yet to hear back from them, but I'm not holding my breath.

Also, anybody who's anybody is going to be MIA for my birthday. Shawn leaves the morning of, my dad leaves either the day before or the morning of, and Jessica is going to be gone. Rachel's probably going to be gone, TOO, JUST to spite me! Janay's been long gone now. So no BFF's forever for yours truly. The only thing that can REMOTELY make up for this complete and utter lack of support is this:

(make sure you have your volume on)

The Saturday before, my mom is taking my sister and I out for facials and lunch, but methinks that's more for her benefit ;-) but that's why we love my mom. Any excuse to get her face rubbed.

My BAAABY!!!

Just a few more days...

Sincerity is the New Irony

Or: Why I should never be allowed to leave the house (and how I would welcome such a policy)

The other day I was filing stuff into the clinic psych student folders (very top secret! so of course I'm privy to all of it. Bwa hah ah aaa just kidding?) and my boss came in to ask if I would watch the printer for her since she was printing stuff out from her computer and wouldn't be able to make it in time to the printer to watch it. Confused, I just nodded at her. Sensing said confusion, she paused and repeated herself two more times. I kept nodding and so she went back to her office computer and printed out the stuff. THEY WERE LABELS. SHE WAS PRINTING ONTO A LABEL SHEET. She just wasn't sure she was doing it right, hence the need for me to watch the printer. I didn't know this, so I just stood there dumbly filing away top secret confidential juicy papers as the labels across the room printed incorrectly, and continued to just stand there filing as she jetted past me to find out for herself that they were done wrong. As she pulled out the badly printed labels, suddenly I had taken on a refreshing mint flavor... I mean I suddenly felt like a complete idiot. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh IIIIII GEEEEETTTTT ITTT. *slaps self*

I don't just need things spelled out for me, I need them demonstrated as well. This one time in my seventh grade math class, I needed to get into a file cabinet. But it wouldn't just pull open. I thought it was locked and told my teacher, who told me I needed to squeeze one of the notches in order to open the drawer. I squeezed and squeezed and it didn't work. Frustrated and embarrassed I asked her again. She ultimately had to show me--you push the notch to the SIDE! THE SIDE! That familiar feeling of being a complete idiot manifested itself once again.

So imagine someone like me being unleashed upon the unsuspecting innocents of England. *shudders* But that's another story for another day.

Anyone who purports to know me would KNOW why I would welcome not having to leave the house, at least not very often. I KNOW how to work the drawers at home.