im wide awake because i took a 4 hour nap earlier today and then drank some caffeinated chai tea.
i hate napping. i feel like its such a waste of the day. but i had nothing i had to do so i indulged. and it felt good.
i have some really bad tan lines. i wear hot yoga shorts to swim class because i dont really want to wear a little bathing suit when im working out and the person swimming behind you can totally see your business if your doing the breaststroke and theyre wearing goggles.
so i need to go tanning. i dont want to pay for it tho so maybe ill just get white. atleast i can still sit outside and get some uv raysss. but i wish erica still just worked at her salon. haha.
the other day i was under my bed searching for something and i found some boxer/briefs that had accidently wiggled their way down there. somehow. from my visitor. im wearing them right now.
but it was kinda strange because later that same day doing laundry i was like oooh i wish i had some more. and then when i was folding all my dry clothes there was this little pair of black hanes girl versions of the same underwear i had found earlier!
i was like wtf.
im pretty sure theyre my dads gfs cause i did my laundry right after her but isnt that kind of a strange coincidence. i left them in my drawer. thats kind of creepy to wear someone elses underwear. but im not gonna give them back cuz i want to buy my own plus i dont want to be like here clancy ive had your underwear for like a week now. uhm. yah. weirdo.
i hate living with 3 men because there are just little things i find completely necessary that they may not. like toilet paper. if we run out of toilet paper they can go a couple days without replenishing the stock. i dont know what they do when they have to go number 2 and i really dont WANT to know, but being a girl and not having the right parts to wiggle it off, its pretty crucial that toilet paper is there for use EVERY time.
also my room is right by the bathroom so i always make sure to have my door shut and music on if someone walks in there with pooey intentions. sick. i dont know why im so sick and telling people this stuff. i guess i just wish i had my own bathroom. that would be nice.
i wish i was going to be home for thanksgiving. last year i celebrated with friends and passed out drunk after eating tofurky. not exactly classy. and thanksgiving is just like THE family holiday. it used to be so much fun with my fam. my grandma would make homemade pies and everyone would actually show up. now all my moms brothers and sisters (all 7 of them) are feuding eachother and noone gets along anymore. but i would always go sit in the spare room with my cousins and look through all my grandmas photo albums. i always felt so special because out of the 30-some grandchildren, im the only one who got a whole entire album dedicated to my youth. sweet sweet gma love.
my hair is fading and it looks bad, but i dont want to re-dye it yet. i want to wait till i get to the tri and see what carrie can do with it. i want to gradually start lightening back up i think. dark is just not me. i gave it a shot but i like being blonde. but i have no idea how bad this is gonna be to my hair. hopefully it doesnt fry off and die. i want to get this stuff called ovation hair cell therapy. its supposed to make your hair grow thicker stronger longer yadda yadda. normally i dont fall for those ploys but gina the latina on ajs playhouse show in the morning always talks about it, and ive seen pictures of her and her hair looks fabulous.
its really expensive. like 100 dollars for a 12 oz bottle. so maybe ill ask for it for xmas. bah.
i need to make a list of things i want for christmas. my mom always asks me what i want and i never give her a list cuz i feel weird just being like here. these are the things i want you to buy me. but when i dont she always just gets me soooo much stuff and most of it is like little cheap stuff that adds up, and honestly id rather just get a couple nice things than a bunch i dont want lol. but shes so particular about having it be "even" under the tree. atleast this year i wont have to share all my shit with derrick. i swear last year it was just like dishes and foreman grills and juicers and comforters. i felt like suffocating with domestication. and i didnt even take that stuff when i moved out. dumb.
so really i just want some new jeans. my new sunglasses i already know shes getting. some yoga stuff. and that shampoo. wooot.
