My hands smell like oranges.
Most days I am comfortably safe with my image, but occasionally I get glimpses into reality and sometimes I'm pleased, sometimes I'm not. Today I was not. Thankfully, with my Mrs. Fix-It personality I can see solutions to these problems. In fact, I am quite good at problem solving, My expertise ends when the solutions are supposed to be implemented. A lot of times, I fail to follow through. This frustrates me.
I ran 2.25 miles today and I like it.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
A Thousand Pardons
Today I had one class: Calculus. I spent more time driving to and from school than I did in the classroom. Anyhow, the drive afforded me time to enjoy some of my favorite songs on my iPod. I got super teared up on one particular song--I will share a few excerpts from what I was listening to this morning/afternoon. WARNING: What you are about to read is sugar-coated love songs, 'Chicago', anyone?!
"Please don't say I love you
those words touch me much to deeply
and they make my core tremble
don't think you realize the effect you have over me
and please don't look at me like that
it just makes me want to make you near me always..
and when you look in my eyes please know my heart is in your hands
its nothing that I understand
but when in your arms you have complete power over me
so be gentle if you please cause your hands are in my hair
but my heart is in your teeth baby
it makes me want to make you near me always..."
--Jewel, Near You Always (Pieces of You)
"I remember when you used to be mine
Way back when
I was too naive to love you right
But now, if I only had the opportunity
I would do anything
Because my heart still believes
Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Maybe we could bring it back to life
It's irrelevant to dwell on the past
I'm accountable for what went bad
And I mean that
But I keep on praying for another chance
Just to have you back
'Cause I've grown
And I know how to be your everything
No, no it ain't over yet
I just can't accept the possibility
We weren't made for each other's arms
I know you're my destiny
We can't erase what was meant to be
Part of you and part of me
If we try one more time
Maybe somehow we'll survive"
Mariah Carey, Mine Again (Emancipation of MiMi)
Yes Yes, you are sorry for looking at this, I know. However, this blog is entitled "Inside Andrea's Head" and I do have a cheesy, romantic side. So there!!
"Please don't say I love you
those words touch me much to deeply
and they make my core tremble
don't think you realize the effect you have over me
and please don't look at me like that
it just makes me want to make you near me always..
and when you look in my eyes please know my heart is in your hands
its nothing that I understand
but when in your arms you have complete power over me
so be gentle if you please cause your hands are in my hair
but my heart is in your teeth baby
it makes me want to make you near me always..."
--Jewel, Near You Always (Pieces of You)
"I remember when you used to be mine
Way back when
I was too naive to love you right
But now, if I only had the opportunity
I would do anything
Because my heart still believes
Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Maybe we could bring it back to life
It's irrelevant to dwell on the past
I'm accountable for what went bad
And I mean that
But I keep on praying for another chance
Just to have you back
'Cause I've grown
And I know how to be your everything
No, no it ain't over yet
I just can't accept the possibility
We weren't made for each other's arms
I know you're my destiny
We can't erase what was meant to be
Part of you and part of me
If we try one more time
Maybe somehow we'll survive"
Mariah Carey, Mine Again (Emancipation of MiMi)
Yes Yes, you are sorry for looking at this, I know. However, this blog is entitled "Inside Andrea's Head" and I do have a cheesy, romantic side. So there!!
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
I've got a feeling
Yay! I get to go down to Houston in less than a week (to see Max)!!! I win!
Last night I watched the Ohio State--Florida game with my friend Craig. I carelessly chose Ohio State as "my team". They sucked it up. Boo! Afterwards we went to his friends house and we watched "Grandma's Boy", which is becoming a frequent thing for me. I saw the movie first when Max came up to visit, then I watched it again with my friends Jeff and Andy, and then again last night. Crazy. Its an awesome movie though, so I won't apologize for it. I didn't get home until 3 this morning, I was pretty tired by then.
I have lots of things on my mind to deal with now: school, army, school, army, and oh yea, school. It seems that a few of my classes are going to be quite intense. I am ready for it though. One of my major dilemmas as of late was whether or not I'd be able to get in another semester of school before leaving for Iraq. This really stressed me out. Now that I've finally determined what I'm going to do with my life, it was very important for me to finish with as little interruptions as possible. The prospect of going overseas floored me. I have accepted this point and I know that I WILL finish, no matter how long it takes.
Wish me luck.
Last night I watched the Ohio State--Florida game with my friend Craig. I carelessly chose Ohio State as "my team". They sucked it up. Boo! Afterwards we went to his friends house and we watched "Grandma's Boy", which is becoming a frequent thing for me. I saw the movie first when Max came up to visit, then I watched it again with my friends Jeff and Andy, and then again last night. Crazy. Its an awesome movie though, so I won't apologize for it. I didn't get home until 3 this morning, I was pretty tired by then.
I have lots of things on my mind to deal with now: school, army, school, army, and oh yea, school. It seems that a few of my classes are going to be quite intense. I am ready for it though. One of my major dilemmas as of late was whether or not I'd be able to get in another semester of school before leaving for Iraq. This really stressed me out. Now that I've finally determined what I'm going to do with my life, it was very important for me to finish with as little interruptions as possible. The prospect of going overseas floored me. I have accepted this point and I know that I WILL finish, no matter how long it takes.
Wish me luck.
Monday, January 8, 2007
Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Carmen Sandiego
I am Jack's happy pancreas.
School began today and I was able to get permission from both my Biology professor and my Calculus professor for my upcoming absence due to military duty. Blah. As for French, I think I've been out of it for a few many years and I don't necessarily want to do the extra work required to re-familiarize myself with the vocab, etc. So I am going to try to get my advisor to change my schedule. Yay.
Max and I have decided to "go for it". This includes my "impending doom" that I have mentioned in a prior blog. I believe that the pros outweigh the cons in this matter. Its too good to be... false. Ha!
That's all for now. I'm going to go hang out with some friends and pretend that I'm african cake spider!
School began today and I was able to get permission from both my Biology professor and my Calculus professor for my upcoming absence due to military duty. Blah. As for French, I think I've been out of it for a few many years and I don't necessarily want to do the extra work required to re-familiarize myself with the vocab, etc. So I am going to try to get my advisor to change my schedule. Yay.
Max and I have decided to "go for it". This includes my "impending doom" that I have mentioned in a prior blog. I believe that the pros outweigh the cons in this matter. Its too good to be... false. Ha!
That's all for now. I'm going to go hang out with some friends and pretend that I'm african cake spider!
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Mistaken Communication
Last night I was text messaging my boyfriend, Max. Seems innocent enough, yes? I completely misunderstood a certain message which sent my heart into a frenzy. I honestly could feel my heart slowly crumbling every second after I had read it. My chest felt tight, it was getting harder to breathe, I really think there was a tiny elf inside me who placed my heart in a pot of water and was slowly turning up the heat to boil it--like a frog. I messaged him back, asking for him to explain himself. No answer. I ask again. Still no answer. Almost an hour passes--I am panicky and on the verge of crying. I called him twice before I got a hold of him--only to discover my ridiculous misunderstanding. I feel stupid. He felt bad too because he had no idea that I didn't understand him.
So what did I learn?
I learned to trust. I learned that I'm very vulnerable right now. I learned that I'm much more attached than I may have previously confessed. I am--as they say--a fag.
P.S. I ran 2.25 miles today
So what did I learn?
I learned to trust. I learned that I'm very vulnerable right now. I learned that I'm much more attached than I may have previously confessed. I am--as they say--a fag.
P.S. I ran 2.25 miles today
Friday, January 5, 2007
Status Sleepless
As is happening more frequently and apparently is affecting my routine, it must be mentioned. I cannot sleep well. It is not constant--more sporadic than anything. I wonder if that has anything to do with spores in the first place? I didn't invite any to hang out with me! Frankly, I don't believe they have any place in my room. And even more so, I don't think they even exist. Now what?
I sat awake last night, heart pounding, day-haha-dreaming. I couldn't stop my mind from meandering in and around a certain subject. What is that subject you might ask? It would be my impending doom or possible bliss. If only it were that black and white!
I tried desperately or half-heartedly (depending on your opinion) to clear my mind and sleep. I also tried some other things to regain unconsciousness. Nothing. Or should I say Something kept me awake. Max has only been gone a two days and yet it feels like 2 months or weeks or something else that is longer than 2 days. My eyes are burning from lack of sleep. Blah. Perhaps I should tell a story? Ok. That will keep me awake--haha--NOW I'm trying to stay awake. This is gay.
ahem.
Maybe I watch too many old movies. That could be it. Perhaps I rely a bit too much on the unknown. I don't believe in aliens, so that can't be it. Hey, you know how some people with amputations say they can still feel their severed limb? The phantom hand or foot. I wish that Max had an extra hand and it could be severed and I was the one who had the feeling of his phantom hand. I would hold his hand whenever I wanted to. Haha. Ok, even that is a bit weird for me! I was going to tell a story. blah.
ahem.
Once upon a time there was a turtle named Nimby. He was uber-obsessed with oatmeal. He didn't want raisins, milk, or sugar added to it because he said it masked the oatmeal's purity. He was also a senator for New Hampshire, but we won't hold that against him. Nimby had a bit much to drink one night and decided to declare his love of Fraggle Rock to the masses--namely to his mother Namby, she afterall was his only listener. One bubble came and went, then nothing. Its not his fault, you know. He was just a car salesman.
The End.
I sat awake last night, heart pounding, day-haha-dreaming. I couldn't stop my mind from meandering in and around a certain subject. What is that subject you might ask? It would be my impending doom or possible bliss. If only it were that black and white!
I tried desperately or half-heartedly (depending on your opinion) to clear my mind and sleep. I also tried some other things to regain unconsciousness. Nothing. Or should I say Something kept me awake. Max has only been gone a two days and yet it feels like 2 months or weeks or something else that is longer than 2 days. My eyes are burning from lack of sleep. Blah. Perhaps I should tell a story? Ok. That will keep me awake--haha--NOW I'm trying to stay awake. This is gay.
ahem.
Maybe I watch too many old movies. That could be it. Perhaps I rely a bit too much on the unknown. I don't believe in aliens, so that can't be it. Hey, you know how some people with amputations say they can still feel their severed limb? The phantom hand or foot. I wish that Max had an extra hand and it could be severed and I was the one who had the feeling of his phantom hand. I would hold his hand whenever I wanted to. Haha. Ok, even that is a bit weird for me! I was going to tell a story. blah.
ahem.
Once upon a time there was a turtle named Nimby. He was uber-obsessed with oatmeal. He didn't want raisins, milk, or sugar added to it because he said it masked the oatmeal's purity. He was also a senator for New Hampshire, but we won't hold that against him. Nimby had a bit much to drink one night and decided to declare his love of Fraggle Rock to the masses--namely to his mother Namby, she afterall was his only listener. One bubble came and went, then nothing. Its not his fault, you know. He was just a car salesman.
The End.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Fraud
I am a little nervous.
I checked my banking account online this morning and there seems to be a deposit made by someone else into my account. Its very strange. It looks as though the bank gave out a deposit slip with my account numbers on it to a certain person who then made a deposit. They wrote my account number beneath their name (which sort of looks like mine). The name seems to say "Andre W Olmmsmsmsms" I honestly can't read the handwriting. But this really spooks me! I know its a deposit, not a debit, but why did the bank give out my information to this person. Perhaps this person forgot their account number, but if they did the bank should have requested to see their ID and then given them the correct number--NOT MINE. I am confused and nervous.
I called my bank immediately and they said they would look into it and give me a call later today. With today's constant warnings against identity fraud, one can only jump to conclusions. I hope this is a simple mistake and no harm done. We shall see.
Ok--The bank called to say that it had been an error on the teller's part. I think they should let me keep the money based on the stress-induced coma I endured for the better part of 2 hours. Yea!
I went back to myspace and imported a few of my old blogs to this blog. I have created a permanent residence here in the land of the blogger. The End.
I checked my banking account online this morning and there seems to be a deposit made by someone else into my account. Its very strange. It looks as though the bank gave out a deposit slip with my account numbers on it to a certain person who then made a deposit. They wrote my account number beneath their name (which sort of looks like mine). The name seems to say "Andre W Olmmsmsmsms" I honestly can't read the handwriting. But this really spooks me! I know its a deposit, not a debit, but why did the bank give out my information to this person. Perhaps this person forgot their account number, but if they did the bank should have requested to see their ID and then given them the correct number--NOT MINE. I am confused and nervous.
I called my bank immediately and they said they would look into it and give me a call later today. With today's constant warnings against identity fraud, one can only jump to conclusions. I hope this is a simple mistake and no harm done. We shall see.
Ok--The bank called to say that it had been an error on the teller's part. I think they should let me keep the money based on the stress-induced coma I endured for the better part of 2 hours. Yea!
I went back to myspace and imported a few of my old blogs to this blog. I have created a permanent residence here in the land of the blogger. The End.
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