An Epic Post or Home Sickness. You Choose.

I am giving fair warning that this post is going to a polluted train of thought that only I will follow and fully understand. I guess the fun will be in the interpretation.

I have spent a great deal of this week reflecting on my current situation. The main questions being "Why am I in Vegas?" and "What can I be doing different to realize the answer to the first?" As some of you know. I never really intended to move to Vegas when I came down for the interview. The idea of a free vacation was just to good to pass up. Then once I got here it just felt like I needed to stay. It's hard to explain. The question in my mind was never if I would be offered the job but how I would make it work when it was offered. Poor Andrea had to suffer through my "What if I do it? What if I move to Vegas?" the whole weekend. I would have punched me in the face. (Thank you for not punching me in the face.)

So I typed the first part of this blog about two weeks ago. Alot of things have happened since then. I'm still reflecting on my reasons for being in Vegas. I went to Utah recently and had a fantastic time with all my friends there. It really made me think about the time I had spent in Salt Lake versus my time here in Vegas. Also, I went to the University and I realized how much I wanted to go to Grad school. I was really kind of dumb to not do it in the first place. I think I have a lot of decisions to make right now. Some of my New Years resolutions involve retaking the GRE and looking at Grad schools. I downloaded all the stuff for LSU again. I wonder if I can just call and have them reactivate my previous application?

I looked at UNLV but I just didn't see anything that fit into my "plan" but then what the hell is my plan? I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I have been thinking of getting a second bachelors in Chemistry or Biology and then going to grad school. I know I want to do something in Forensics so I probably should have originally gotten a degree in a hard science. I was just lazy.

So many other things are causing reflection right now. I'll try to keep everyone updated. I am working on a Christmas/New Year post and I've decided to borrow Andrea's idea of a 2008 wrap up and 2009 predictions blog. Something to look forward to.

Blogging in the Bathroom

I just realized how the title of this blog could be misleading. I am sitting on the counter in the bathroom because that happens to be where my computer speakers were packed away and I just was to lazy to move them to the living room. I'm just jammin waiting for David to get off work so that we can trek out to Henderson to see Zandra play. I got all glammed up and then found out that I had no one to go with. Luckily I remembered that if I was patient David would want to go. I was thinking about a few things that really bug me today. Since I'm bored I thought I'd share.

1. It really bothers me when people try to use Jesus as a personal reference on their job applications or in their interviews. There are some rules of hiring that can't be broken and no finding Jesus story will change that. If you were in jail for molesting a child and then found Jesus, I still can't hire you! Plus I hear alot of stories and excuses and lies when people want something (ie: a job). How do I really know that you have changed. It's not like I can call and verify that reference.

2. I have mentioned this one before but I saw it again today so it's fresh. I hate it when people take pictures on the strip (or anywhere actually) and they try to make it look candid by looking off to the side somewhere. First of all.. What the hell are you looking at? and second no one thinks that you were candidly caught completely alone (because there is always some one there blocking people from walking by and causing a traffic jam on the strip) looking to heaven in front of the Bellagio. It makes me wanna jump into there photo with a creepy stalker side eye. You know the one I'm talking about right Andrea?

3. I hate it when I tell people about my blog or they find it and then I have to stop complaining about them or try to be covert enough that they won't catch on. I'm not that good at disguising crap.

4. I hate it when I don't get what I want. Which is pretty bratty of me. I understand. I'm kinda pouting right now because of this one though. I'd tell everyone more about it but #3 is stopping me.

5. Oh oh. One more. It really bothers me when people make me feel stupid because I am not stupid. The back story on this one is kinda detailed. I had a boyfriend who had a special talent for this. I didn't realize how destructive it was to my self esteem at the time. I decided after that relationship that I wouldn't let people have that much control over how I felt about myself. I'm sorta battling that with a new friend of mine right now. The thing is that I am a mess sometimes and I have my faults but for the most part I'm pretty friggin amazing! I have a strong testimony of church and am doing all I can to be better everyday. I'm pretty hot if I do say so myself. Improvements could be made but I'm more comfortable in my skin than most. I have a plan of how I would like to see my life go and I'm diligently working on seeing that plan become a reality. It really bothers me when someone makes me doubt these things or makes me feel less than I am.

Cheese and Rice. I have no patience. Why isn't anyone here to go to Fado's yet? I've blogged long enough for someone to be here. Bah!

So now that there is a group around it's too late to go to Fado's. Sorry Z. I love you anyways.

Halloween (Possibly Better than Christmas)

It's hard to beat last years KAPS viewing party but this year involved much more attractive men so it's a close tie. Zandra was playing at a bar called Fado's Irish Pub (your welcome to Fado's for the free publicity) so I loaded up a few friends and headed down. Among the mix we had Minnie Mouse (me), Chip Lemue the 70's game show host (Sam Findley), Spanish Senorita (Bryn Davis), and a healing bruise (David Sanford). The music was awesome. Some of the costumes were skanky and I got a pretty hilarious strip tease from Chip. Then we headed to a party at a friends house. That was sorta anticlimatic after the club but the cops got called so it wasn't a complete bust. All in all it was a pretty fun night. Oh the cat in the one picture is Chip's sister Aimee. I brought the cat hat for her because I knew she would be all in black after teching for a show earlier in the day. She is a pretty amazing girl! Good times, good times.

Yeah I'm that lazy.....

Whenever I do anything with Andrea I let her blog about it and then just steal her thunder and link to her hard work. I think she is more entertaining than me anyways. So here are the stolen highlights from her recent visit to Vegas (Click HERE).

Holy Ghost!

So I went into work for a few minutes tonight to pick up some headphones I left in my desk. I needed them because apparently the music I listen to and my singing along is offensive to nameless roommates. Now they just have to listen to me sing with no music. They'll be sorry. Anywho, I swipe my card go in and turn off the alarm. I'm putting the key in the door and I hear "Hey!" over my right shoulder. Well of course I screamed for about a full minute and then I turned around to see who else was in the office on a Sunday night and its no one! There is not a soul there. I walked around a bit and was yelling out "Is anyone here?" to which there was no reply. In retrospect I'm glad there was no answer since there were no living people there. I probably would have wet myself if I heard a reply.

Just Another Day in the Looney Bin

I called my nephew a few days ago to ask about his birthday and to see if he got the "fiver" I sent him to by trucks with. At the ripe old age of four he has mastered the art of sarcasm. I asked him what his cake looked like and he told me "It was square" and then handed the phone back to his mom. Makes me so proud (stifling a tear)!

Nothing much different than usual has been happening here. I have ever illness known to man. Which seems strange to some people but seems to be destiny here in Las Vegas. I also have re-injured my foot with about the same action as when I broke it the first time IE: absolutely nothing. The hardest part has been trying to eat, sleep, work, breathe through the pain while Utah and Nevada argued over who was going to pay for my doctors visit. The good news is I don't have to St. George to get it looked at... the bad news is that I still haven't had it looked at. Why is it that no one returns a freaking phone call here? Yeah I'm talking to you Desert Orthopaedic Center.

For a while I gave up on getting ready for anything. Which for some of you who know me well, happens sometimes. The last two days I have woken up a bit early to get ready for work. Today my efforts were finally recognized when Patrick told me "you look nice. You can't even see your zits today." Ah success.

Everyone who has ever heard me complain about TV should probably sit down right now. I started watching the first season of Heroes and I am totally converted. I will be naming my first born Mohinder Petrelli. This season is not as captivating. Mohinder is a molting cockroach/lizard/snake man and Peter has the "hunger" which I think is an affront to his extremely attractive good guy persona even if it is for the greater good of the show. However it turns out they are both kinda tarnished in my eyes. Kill the ugly people and give them weird flesh eating disease powers. I'm losing interest due to the lack of eye candy. Also I have to think too much. I like my TV dumbed down for ease and convenience. So I guess really I'm converted to Milo Ventimiglia and Sendhil Ramamurthy. Could those names BE any harder to say?

Only the people at work will appreciate this but I just looked up per diem in the dictionary and the first definition is: by the day or for each day. I can't believe that fool used the term correctly and that none of the rest of us knew it. It is generally used to describe being paid by the day or as an allowance but technically could be used in reference to working on a day by day basis. Well at least he's still and idiot for knocking up and old lady just to get a croch rocket motorcycle.

Hemorrhoids

So my roommate Cindy had a wicked eye infection about a week or two ago and now I have an ear infection that is bringing literal tears to my eyes. We were talking about it in the hall way and my beautiful roomie Melissa said "eye infections, ear infections. What an I gonna get? Hemorrhoids?" I don't think I have laughed so hard since I got here. She told me I was absolutely not allowed to blog about that comment which made it all the more funny. Oh, I love her.