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i was looking at my calendar behind me to see what i had to get done today, and i see that it's my friend susy's birfday!! happy happy birfday susy! susy is one of my oldest friends, oldest as in i've known her since the 3rd grade at millbrae school, plus she's 2 months older than me. she came from indonesia and is a little brainiac. i love my little friend susy. little as in little. she stand a few inches shorter than me and is twig thin, but she's a fiesty little one. she's very atheletic and quick to move around. i miss susy. she moved to arizona 2 years ago and is working at the university of pheonix and just finished her studies to become a massage therapist. i see her on yahoo messanger all the time tho, and we chit chat like she's right around the corner. i'm not even sure if she reads this, but if so, HAPPY BIRFDAY SOOZ! miss you lots! when you come home, i'll take you out for another mc donald's ice cream! |
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i was reading greg's blog this morning, and he's back in school in la. i was reading that he got about 3 and a half hours of sleep last night and i suddenly missed my college days. *huh? did i say that?* ok, well, i didnt' miss COLLEGE per say, i miss having a college life, being out at night and not having to wake up at 7 in the morning. i usually scheduled my classes in the afternoons and evenings then i worked at night as well. that's what i miss, a night job. i miss sleeping at 2 or 3 in the morning and waking up late. i applied for a graveyard shift job last year at a home security office, but didn't get it. the shift was from 9pm to 6am or something like that. when i talked to my mom about it, when i applied for it last year, she was like, "yeah, graveyard shifts are ok. when i worked at the bank 30 years ago, i worked a graveyard shift. it was fun" my mom cracks me up.
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i've been feeling pretty blah the past couple of days. i'm not sure what's going on. ever since the weathers changed, i've been feeling just as gloomy inside as it is outside. i'm not really sure what it is. you know that feeling when whatever you do, you feel bored and uninspired? i can stare at this computer screen all day and work, but when i get home, i have no idea what i've accomplished, or if i'd even accomplished anything at all. parkin was trying to talk to me about honeymoon plans, and i started to listen, but my mind began to wander and i missed the whole conversation. i ask my co-worker a question, but he mumbles his answers and i try hard to comprehend his words, but soon my mind quits and i turn away as soon as he finishes speaking.
it's an odd feeling i have in the depths of my soul.
it's really strange tho, last week i was fine. no strange thoughts, no gloominess, no boredom in everything i did. this whole week has been a no lipstick day. i'm going to go put some on now, maybe it'll make me feel better. more peppy. more alive. more me.
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