sleep walking.

i don't think i slept for one second last week. and i don't know why i did that. cause then on saturday i was like a zombie. i don't even think i made one full sentence and i kept thinking that cats were trying to attack me. i do not condone sleep deprivation. but then on saturday night i slept for 12 hours, straight, i didn't even move one time. so then i was thinking maybe i do condone sleep deprivation if i can get 12 hours of sleep without one bathroom break. which reminds me, i sent a text about taking a break the other day, and i spelled it "brake". and then for the next 20 minutes i just thought about how that just didn't seem right. and then i realized what an idiot i am. spelling is hard sometimes. like i've been spelling receive as recieve for my whole life i swear. and then someone finally let me know the truth and i was mortified. and they said that whole "i before e except after c" and my response was "i didn't think it pertained to that word" WHAT? i am like trying to cover up my idiotness with more idiotness. (yes i realize that isn't a word, but only because that red squiggly line showed up underneath.) don't you hate when you do that? you are like trying to prove that you're smart and in the process you prove that you shouldn't be allowed to even speak without first consulting a lawyer. anyway, back to not sleeping. so i made a goal yesterday to get some sleep, and before i can even write down my goal all the sudden it's 2 in the morning. so i'm left sitting at work with 4 hours of sleep under my belt. best day.

what what.

last night i saw legend of the guardians: the owls of ga'hoole. and boy was i impressed! best movie ever. i loved it. mostly because i love owls and i love 3D. so i would recommend it if you like owls and 3D. if you're not into that maybe i would recommend for you to get your priorities straight.

also i am being a guinea pig for this new awesome product. it's suppose to make your lips real soft and wrinkle free. so far, so good, lips have not fallen off yet.

here you go.

remember a couple posts back when i whined like a baby because i couldn't find a job? well, contrary to popular belief, apparently kicking and screaming and complaining all day long actually does get you what you want! I GOT A JOB. and not only did i get a job, but like a real person job. like a grown up would have. man am i lucky. oh which reminds me i was talking to this awesome old lady about how i got a job, and she was so excited, and i said "i am so lucky" and she put her hand up, looked me straight in the eyes, and said "blessed. you were blessed." so now every time i say lucky i feel like i should change it to blessed. man am i blessed. ANYWAY, a job! a real life, human job. and i love every second of it, i could not be happier.

in other news. i like candy, a lot. and well it is kind of beginning to get out of control. i'm a monster. walking around with glazed eyes looking for a fix, chanting "I WANT CANDY" all day long. and i'm starting to think that people might be getting annoyed/freaked out by my obsession. but i'm so into candy that i don't really care what other people think.

also, i dropped my phone on the pavement the other day and it didn't even shatter. i'm so lucky (blessed).

i moved out. and i now share a room. and i was kind of secretly thinking i would hate it so much. but turns out, i love it so much. minus the no sleep part, not smart.

lastly, i ran six miles consecutively the other day. i'm pretty sure i cried, not because it sucked but because i felt so awesome about what my body can do. and then i cried some more. is it just me or does it seem like the older you get the more you cry about weird things? like i'm pretty sure i cried when i saw a flock of birds flying in perfect unison the other day. weirdest.

all everyone.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

-Jack Kerouac

the hunt.

searching for a job is like searching for my work out pants a month before summer comes... it's tough. and no one seems to want to help cause they want a bikini bod just as bad as i do, so they're busy looking for their own breathable nikes.

i imagined a life of pencil skirts and tailored pants after graduation. instead i'm still offering grumpy ladies tea or water while they wait to get their hair done. i was complaining about my job search to a woman i'd just met, she told me that finding a job in this economy is just as bad as it was during the depression. she then smiled, patted me on the hand, and told me not to lose hope. hope? what's that.

do i sound completely annoying yet? i figure if i can't complain on my blog, on twitter, on facebook, at church, in the car, at the gym, to my mom, pillow, dogs, etc, where can i complain? you know?

i'm doomed.

my dating life.

okay?