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Jun. 8th, 2004 11:27 amYawn.
I really should've gone to bed earlier last night, instead of goofing off on the internet and eating ice cream.
When am I going to learn that eating sugar after 8pm will keep me up until after midnight?
Self-stupidity notwithstanding, the last few days have been pretty good. I didn't hear from my folks at all this weekend, which removed a lot of pressure from my schedule.
I love my parents, but sometimes it's hard to fit them in, and then I feel guilty about it, even though I know I shouldn't.
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Saturday was spent at the hairdresser's. Despite all plans to the contrary, I ended up keeping my hair dark. It's really great to NOT have roots that need touching up every three to four weeks. My hair grows like a dandelion in the summer, and the maintenance is a serious drain on the pocketbook.
On Sunday, Amanda and I went mall-ratting. I bought a swimsuit! A really cute swimsuit! I didn't even know that Tommy Hilfiger made plus-size clothes, let alone swimsuits. My new suit is a cheery navy-blue-and-white hibiscus print with red trim, in a tankini cut with a skirted bottom. I can't wait to wear it!
Jeez, I can't even remember the last time I was this excited about wearing a swimsuit.
The extreme glee of this purchase buoyed me throughout the day yesterday, and even into today, despite my weariness. Of course, I also had to buy flip-flops, a coverup, and two coordinating towels -- because I couldn't decide which pattern I liked better, so I got them both. One has embroidered fish on it. The other is really cool stripes, and it's one of those giant towels that's supposed to be big enough for two people. Those are great, because you can spread them on the beach and not get sand everywhere.
See, I need all this stuff because it's been years since I spent any time near a beach or a swimming pool, so I haven't bothered with it. But now . . . Amanda's folks have a shore house. She has already informed me that I will be spending time there with her, so now I need to have the appropriate gear.
Snerk. Amanda's bought six swimsuits so far. She's planning on rotating them on a daily basis.
We've both put in for off from the mall for the weekend of June 19 - 20. I'm really looking forward to getting away, even if it's just to the shore.
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My birthday is a week from today! Yay me! I can't believe I'm actually turning 35. I sure don't feel like it! So far, the only thing that's changed is that now they get to suck more money out of my paycheck for the enforced mandatory retirement contribution.
Ewww.
I trotted up to the bank this morning before work and talked to someone there about . . . financial services? Assistance? Planning? You know . . . when your credit is fucked six ways to Sunday and there's not a bank in this world that would be stupid enough to lend you money for the down payment on your townhouse?
So, yeah. Did that.
Since my bank is a credit union, they seem to offer quite the wide range of services. I have a stack of informational brochures and a number to call to set up an appointment with a financial counsellor.
Cool.
They assured me, after a quick snap at my credit report, that my financial situation is not quite as hopeless as I feared, and that I might well qualify for many of their programs for those in more-or-less dire straits. I haven't defaulted on my students loans, my car payment, or mortgage payments, and those are the big three negatives that they watch for. The bank lady said that even for those people, the credit union still has programs, but that it's good that I don't have to enter one.
I feel like I'm going to be attending twelve-step meetings.
Which, perhaps, would not be a bad idea, given my unfortunate shopping habits.
**********
I worked out this morning before leaving the house. I'm not sure how I managed it, but yoga and weight-lifting were indeed perfomed.
I'm looking into the possibility of joining a gym. Gasp!
I used to really enjoy that, back when I used to go regularly. If I joined one here in the city, I could go right after work and then I wouldn't have the motivation problem that I do after the hour-long commute home. It's tough enough to make myself get on the exercise bike in my living room -- there's no way I'm going to be able to drag myself over to Bally's.
And, you know . . . now that I have a suit, I could swim for exercise.
I like swimming, and tennis, and hiking, and other such summer pastimes.
It's too bad that I also really like movies and ice cream.
Snerk.
**********
I think that's all, for now.
I really should've gone to bed earlier last night, instead of goofing off on the internet and eating ice cream.
When am I going to learn that eating sugar after 8pm will keep me up until after midnight?
Self-stupidity notwithstanding, the last few days have been pretty good. I didn't hear from my folks at all this weekend, which removed a lot of pressure from my schedule.
I love my parents, but sometimes it's hard to fit them in, and then I feel guilty about it, even though I know I shouldn't.
**********
Saturday was spent at the hairdresser's. Despite all plans to the contrary, I ended up keeping my hair dark. It's really great to NOT have roots that need touching up every three to four weeks. My hair grows like a dandelion in the summer, and the maintenance is a serious drain on the pocketbook.
On Sunday, Amanda and I went mall-ratting. I bought a swimsuit! A really cute swimsuit! I didn't even know that Tommy Hilfiger made plus-size clothes, let alone swimsuits. My new suit is a cheery navy-blue-and-white hibiscus print with red trim, in a tankini cut with a skirted bottom. I can't wait to wear it!
Jeez, I can't even remember the last time I was this excited about wearing a swimsuit.
The extreme glee of this purchase buoyed me throughout the day yesterday, and even into today, despite my weariness. Of course, I also had to buy flip-flops, a coverup, and two coordinating towels -- because I couldn't decide which pattern I liked better, so I got them both. One has embroidered fish on it. The other is really cool stripes, and it's one of those giant towels that's supposed to be big enough for two people. Those are great, because you can spread them on the beach and not get sand everywhere.
See, I need all this stuff because it's been years since I spent any time near a beach or a swimming pool, so I haven't bothered with it. But now . . . Amanda's folks have a shore house. She has already informed me that I will be spending time there with her, so now I need to have the appropriate gear.
Snerk. Amanda's bought six swimsuits so far. She's planning on rotating them on a daily basis.
We've both put in for off from the mall for the weekend of June 19 - 20. I'm really looking forward to getting away, even if it's just to the shore.
**********
My birthday is a week from today! Yay me! I can't believe I'm actually turning 35. I sure don't feel like it! So far, the only thing that's changed is that now they get to suck more money out of my paycheck for the enforced mandatory retirement contribution.
Ewww.
I trotted up to the bank this morning before work and talked to someone there about . . . financial services? Assistance? Planning? You know . . . when your credit is fucked six ways to Sunday and there's not a bank in this world that would be stupid enough to lend you money for the down payment on your townhouse?
So, yeah. Did that.
Since my bank is a credit union, they seem to offer quite the wide range of services. I have a stack of informational brochures and a number to call to set up an appointment with a financial counsellor.
Cool.
They assured me, after a quick snap at my credit report, that my financial situation is not quite as hopeless as I feared, and that I might well qualify for many of their programs for those in more-or-less dire straits. I haven't defaulted on my students loans, my car payment, or mortgage payments, and those are the big three negatives that they watch for. The bank lady said that even for those people, the credit union still has programs, but that it's good that I don't have to enter one.
I feel like I'm going to be attending twelve-step meetings.
Which, perhaps, would not be a bad idea, given my unfortunate shopping habits.
**********
I worked out this morning before leaving the house. I'm not sure how I managed it, but yoga and weight-lifting were indeed perfomed.
I'm looking into the possibility of joining a gym. Gasp!
I used to really enjoy that, back when I used to go regularly. If I joined one here in the city, I could go right after work and then I wouldn't have the motivation problem that I do after the hour-long commute home. It's tough enough to make myself get on the exercise bike in my living room -- there's no way I'm going to be able to drag myself over to Bally's.
And, you know . . . now that I have a suit, I could swim for exercise.
I like swimming, and tennis, and hiking, and other such summer pastimes.
It's too bad that I also really like movies and ice cream.
Snerk.
**********
I think that's all, for now.
