Fruitier than a Fruit bat

Some of you may already know that I went to look at an apartment yesterday.
It was awesome!
Super tall ceilings, neat little sculpture things where fireplaces used to be, lots of shelves; I was in real estate heaven. It was so quaint and adorable, I wanted to rent it on the spot!
However, the realtor wasn’t sure that water/gas was separate from the fee. And I’m still under my current lease until the end of March.
Yet, it doesn’t hurt to wish.
Will call back Monday to find out info. Perhaps it will still be on the market in March. And perhaps I can save up enough to pay for the extra fees (deposit and such).


Some of you may already know that I had a little breakdown yesterday.
And since this blog also part sounding board for other PCOS sufferers, I thought I would vent a few of my frustrations over yesterday.
While PCOS wasn’t the main assailant in yesterday’s upset, it certainly helped.
Thoughts about how “there is no cure and how it’s really unfair” keep circulating around in my head.
This did nothing but make matters worse.
Sure, PCOS is incurable; but it’s not terminal.
Sure I’ll have to deal with this for the rest of my life; but it could be worse.
Medication is taken to treat the symptoms and aid in my comfort.
It’s not the end of the world. Sure, the world is a difficult place and I don’t really need the added stress.
But just like the poor thing, PCOS gives me character…. crazy, angry character.


I also realized that I said ‘sure’ no less than five times in this post. XD

Word play

Received an e-mail today that stated: "Check out Winter's hottest looks from Scandinavia."
Since my brain thinks faster than it comprehends, I read it as "Check out cold hots from wicked cold."

I love good word play.

P.S. This post will probably be edited and added to throughout the day. Keep checking back for updates.

The ups and downs of good work

There's a problem with being a good worker, doing a good job.
There's perks to being a good worker, doing a good job.

Perks:
raises, praise, recognition

Problems:
you have to pick up others' slack, you have to cover others' butts and it gets to be quite a hassle when you have to cover everyone.

I'm sick of hearing, "You do such a good job, could you do this because so-and-so can't get to it/has problems with it/is a brainless waste."

Upcoming angst

No.
Nothing like what you a probably thinking. There is no angst going on currently in my life.... well, nothing out of the ordinary.

What I'm talking about is past angst, on my part and others, which I will be posting here.... peppered with humor, of course.

For, if you can't laugh at yourself, what can you laugh at?

Here's a tidbit:
"Romantic comedies have led me to believe that one-sided romances can become whole. That there are mixed signals. That there are signs that need to be read and decrypted.
Through a lot of my romantic life, my diaries/journals were speckled with one-sided romances. Which I thought one day would be whole. My heart just ended up broken. Time and time again.
Where is my romantic comedy ending? Where is my Mr. Darcy?"

Foreign currency

I love foreign currency. Which is why I love this website:
http://www.wearable-coins-and-clocks.com/newpage/FORpendants1.html

They've taken foreign coins and turned them into pendants!
I've tried similar things with the currency I've collected since I was little, but I'm too afraid to actually drill into them. O.o;; I don't want to break them!
And I don't like the way they come out after wire wrapping.

I'm eyeing that British Florin Elizabeth Pendant the most. Tudor roses for the win!

Sex Kitten

This is Murmur, my deviant cat-child.

Let me tell you a little story about last Friday.... ::does wavy arm motions to signal storytime::

Work wasn't so bad.
I would have been a much better day had I not had a fever throughout most of it. Not that I knew I had a fever, I just knew that I really didn't feel well, but I just assumed that I was tired. Even though everyone was asking me if I was ok, I didn't really pay it any attention.

After work, I planned on grocery shopping and video games. My bestfriend, Manon (who is holding Murmur in the picture), was going to help me because he is my sorta financial advisor and I hate having to lug tons of grocery bags by myself. Once I got over to Manon's house, he took one look at me and told me to go to bed. I thought he was joking, which he then pointed out that I was pale and my eyes were dark (a sure sign that I'm sick in someway).

Then we argued because I was hungry and not tired(or so I thought) and he wanted me to take a nap. So we went to eat at the university's commons (which was ultra disappointing) then I played a few rounds of Crayon Physics (super fun game!) then finally gave in and took a nap.

Manon woke me up a short while later saying that my kitten, Murmur, had gotten loose and that they (he and his roommate) couldn't find her. I remember hissing something violent and incoherent at him. He told me to go back to sleep and that he would take care of it.

I don't remember anything else of Friday. O.o;;

The next morning had consisted of wandering around, looking and calling for Murmur and getting groceries. She's not even a year old yet, so I was still worrying quite a bit, but she was a stray before I took her in, so I wasn't insanely worried.

Come to find out, the little deviant was starting to be in heat. So, when I heard her crying a few days later, I ran outside and plucked her away from the various pimps and johns and were trying to exploit her pristine self.

Now, I'm waiting for her vet visit to roll around so no one has to worry about opening a door around her.

Hindsight is 80/20

Please excuse the quality, this is a picture of an original picture that was grainy and blurry to begin with.

The picture is me, eight years ago, doing what I normally do: giggling at something.
I'm not sure of the exact date; obviously sometimes in February 2001. Second year of community college.

I was hanging out with a friend at her dormroom whom I let brush out my hair; so it's quite fluffy.

She was taking photography classes and I offered my 'modeling services.' She was testing modes, settings, styles and other random things, so that's why the photo is blurry.

But I digress....

Hindsight is 80/20.

I think back to the first two years of community college and the first year of university and smile. In my mind, they were some of the best years of my life. There hasn't been a year that's been able to top those three. As far as I remember, I was happy all the time. I learned more about myself and the world around. There's been many times that I wish I could go back and relive those years and not take them for granted.

Yet here's the thing:
I know for a fact that there were some pretty sucky things going on. But that's not how I really remember it. Those are more like little footnotes in the story of the great times I had.

This is what I want to do:
I want to have 20/80 foresight.
I want to look ahead and think of the awesome things I'm going to/like to do.
I know for a fact that it's going to get better.

I want to be able to smile and giggle like I am in this picture now and forever. :D


Oh, and to answer your questions: this was the period of time when I could wear contacts.

yes, Siobahn is still alive

So, I'm considering starting my own little indoor salad garden. Not only would it make me smile knowing that I'm growing something, but it would also make me food.

A two-for-one combo!

The problem is that most of the indoor salad garden websites are sort of vague as to which plants work best. They want you to order their products. So, I'll be trying to grow sweet pea sprouts, sunflower grass and buckwheat sprouts. And I suppose whatever else looks interesting/tasty while I'm salad plant shopping.

I've gotten mixed answers as to which is better: start off from seeds or start with an already sprouted plant.
I may try and combination of both.

Either way, if I'm growing my own greens, then all I'll need to buy is salad dressing, feta and croutons; and I've got a salad at my fingertips!

Also, my pet shamrock plant, Siobahn is still alive. Yes.... I almost killed her when I forgot to water her for a day..... and by a day, I mean.... a month I think.
Either way, shamrock are hardy plants (that's why I bought her) and she's doing just fine, thank you very much.

Smart list of poor

I must admit that the last few weeks have been pretty depressing...
And by that, I mean the last few months; at least as far as the money front goes.

I suppose I should start chronicling my spiral from slightly above poor to dirt poor. From having a little spending money to living from paycheck to paycheck, worrying whether I'll have enough to pay all of my bills.

The past two evenings, I've had nothing but rice for dinner. I added some butter, salt and seasoning to make it a bit more like a meal. Except for yesterday, when I was out of butter.
This morning, I packed up the leftover rice and it became breakfast. Perhaps, if I had put some honey on it, it would have seemed more like breakfast and less like a random meal.

Tonight will be pasta with some alfredo sauce I picked up the last time I was able to go grocery shopping. I'll have to half it, so that I can make another meal out of it. Perhaps, have half with the alfredo sauce and the other half with tomato sauce.

Speaking of grocery shopping, it has become official that I can only buy groceries once a month, so I need to start getting smarter with figuring out what will last.

This is the list of smart buys so far:
Peanut butter
Rice
Tuna
Crackers
Bread (while a necessity, won't last a whole month. Will need to be to replenish as needed)
Soy milk (stays good for months if you don't open it; so you could stockpile it until you need it)
Pasta (uncooked in box lasts for a while; cooked and unsauced lasts for 3-4 days in fridge)
Cereal (makes a good lunch/dinner substitute)
Oatmeal (same as above)
Canned fruit
Canned vegetables
Fresh fruit (to keep away scurvy and insanity)

Slightly reminds me of the Absolutely Fabulous episode "Poor," except less fun, less drinking and more sane.

Watch out! Rage ahead

Felt like someone had slipped some rage pills in with my water yesterday.

The monster amount of nagging and questions were weighing on me and, I kid you not, at one point the thought: "if someone asks me to do one more asinine thing, I'm going to stab them in the face with my cup," ran through my head.

Worry not fair readers, I would never do such a thing. I'm not prone to acts of violence.
I stopped being pissy after a short while and went back to being sweet, bitter, accommodating Rose.

P.S. don't piss off the snails

My contradictory life

The endocrinologist appointment was no where near as scary as I was making it out to be.
Though they did take a lot of blood.

Nothing needs to be cut off or taken out.... at least not yet. LOL

The doctor pretty much just confirmed the PCOS and wanted to take more hormone tests to make sure.

Everything we talked about was contradictory..... like my whole life.

Or it's just like a mini-mall.