someone killed the turkey

Thanksgiving is over and all I did was eat and sleep and I'm still tired. Go figure. I think I have way too damn much time on my hands.

bruise

bruise
Originally uploaded by JaLarge.

Alright kids, have a look at this bruise. This picture is from my christmas party I attended Saturday night and one of my co-workers took a lovely picture of it for me so I could have forever. Awww...isn't that nice, but better yet...awww...isn't that horrendous. Lord what a bruise.

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Well, to say it was a pretty uneventful weekend would be an understatement. My body finally gave up around 8:30 pm last night and I went into the best coma-state-like slumber I've had in a while. All due to the festivities from Saturday night. But let me back up a bit and start from the beginning.

After waking up at the butt crack off dawn Saturday morning at 7a.m., why in the hell I keep doing that I have no idea, I struggled though the half morning haze of anxiety for the outfit I had yet to find for my work's christmas party that very same evening and the hope that I wouldn't be hungover from all of the alcohol I had consumed Friday night. Not too mention someone must have spiked melinda's beer, wine and liquor she consumed the night before bc it was proving difficult for her to even keep down water. I felt horrible for her. (Glad to hear you are feeling better though doo doo) That afternoon I felt like I jumped from store to store when actually it was more of a crawling drive with all of the traffic, just to find cute and inexpensive digs for the evening bash. That proved to be more difficult that I originally planned but after about 2 hours, 3 non-intelligent sales clerks and about 1/2 a tank of gas (everything is in a 5 miles radius too so imagine that why don't ya) i finally arrived home to a somewhat better feeling melinda and about 45 minutes to get ready. I survived and got to the party at a reasonable hour, had cocktails, great dinner and a bit of dancing. Those crown and diets are mmm mmm delicious and I guzzled a 1/2 dozen of those as the night unfolded.

However, just when I thought the night was over and a group of us youngins were heading to the door to find another watering hole, one of our fellow employees must have had one too many and was drunk beyond belief. At first we tried to very quietly get him to leave in a cab with us so the president of the company wouldn't see him but that didn't work so well. The president was finally called over to help him in a cab and not two seconds after 'the man' walked back into the club our drunk friend musta got out of the cab when we weren't looking and started walking down the drive. The only thing that made us aware of his escape was the lound SMACK we heard at the end of the drive. He had fell on his face and busted his eye pretty much open.

The rest of the night consisted of 4 of us cabbing it to one of their houses, me trying to mop up the blood that wouldn't stop pouring out of his head all the while trying to hold the garbage can under him while he puked. I think by this time I was the most sober so I told everyone that we had to take him to the hospital bc he had to get stitches. The cut was way too deep and the fact that he was puking so much and I couldn't tell if he was puking blood bc so much of it was running down his face led me to believe that the hospital was a good decision. So I"m thinking possible concussion maybe. We pile everyone into the car and I drive us to the hospital. It's about 1a.m. at this point. Let me just clarify a very simple, but very important fact. I hate hospitals! With a passion. I get lightheaded, my heart races and I feel like at any minute I'm either going to puke, cry or pass out. I don't know why I"m like this but I am. Luckily I was so focused on our friend that none of this really happened. I was definitley lightheaded and my heart was racing but under these circumstances who wouldn't have these symptoms. I'm sure we were all a sight too. The four of us are still wearing our party digs and one is bleeding from his face, I'm covered in blood from my face, hands and front shirt since i was holding him most of the night and the other guys are still in their suits.

At 5a.m he still hadn't been seen and I was falling asleep on two of the very uncomfortable waiting room chairs. (You'd think they'd make them more comfortable since people spend fricking eternity in that room! Another reason why I hate hospitals. They take to damn fucking long) So its me, my friend Jeremy, a couple we work with and our friend bleeding in the wheelchair, well not really bleeding so much anymore but you get the point. The couple told jeremy and I to go ahead and head home since there was no reason for all of us to keep waiting there and one of them lived right around the corner. So Jeremy and I headed home, I think I got to sleep around 5:30a.m. But then.....oh it gets better...melinda wakes me up at 7a.m. bc she had an early flight that morning and we had to get up and take her. (love you doo doo. :) wish you could've stayed longer though) I'm working off of less than 2 hours. I felt like shit to put it mildly. The rest of Sunday played out like this....driving to the airport, TWICE, driving Jeremy to get his car, IN THE BURBS, trying to drop my car off to get looked at since the maintenance required light was now on, TWICE, and some random errands. By the time I had finished my laundry, ate dinner, showered and relaxed for a bit with Shells, my body just completely shut down. I attempted to work on my computer for all of about 30 minutes and then I gave up and crawled to my bedroom and under my covers.

So that was my weekend in a nutshell. Still a little tired and very much behind on what I needed to get accomplished this weekend. GREAT! So now I have to play make up for the next three days before I go home and face the relatives for Thanksgiving. I'm not being punished am I?

yeah, i thought so....

It's going to be a long week...............

Doctor

Doctor
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Alright kids, I don't have the picture from my strawberry shortcake outfit yet but here is the costume I wore to work that Friday. Anyone want a physical? ha ha.

Coming soon.......
pic from my sexy gangsta outfit
pic from my strawberry shortcake outfit

aren't you excited!!

is this a mid-life crisis?

oh my god.
i'm thinking about changing jobs.
and not just jobs in general, like the company i'm working for.
i mean changing careers.
i'm freaking out
i went to college for 4 yrs to get my design degree.
i like design.
i enjoy the outcome of my projects.
it is fullfilling.....however
i don't have a burning desire to create. it's more of a hassle than a need for me
i don't and probably won't ever make enough money doing what i do.
so, basically, i'm freaking out
i'm scared bc this tiny little step is actually a very big one.
i'm scared because i have a lot of work under my belt to put me where I am at now career wise. I have a base but if I do this change, provided I can even find something in this area, then it'll be like starting all over again.

I"m not really worried that I won't like my career choice. I'm more worried that I'll have given up on my old choice. Not stuck it through.
I promised myself at a young age that I would never lock myself into a career that didnt make me happy. I didn't need to be filthy rich but I wanted to make sure I was VERY financially secure. My dad has always said 'money won't buy you happiness but it'll buy you a big enough boat to pull up next to it" and I firmly believe this. I also promised myself that I wouldn't dread going to work every morning.
Well.....I find myself very UN-financially secure right now. And I dread going to work every morning. And I mean EVERY morning. I do like it here. I enjoy the people I work with and stuff but I don't look forward to doing it. As un-monotonous as it is I constantly find myself in a routine. I'm almost 25 years old. I need to know what direction I'm taking my life in and the fact that I am just floating along in the path that I chose for myself one random afternoon 4 1/2 years ago scares the hell out of me.
I don't know what to do.
I do know that something needs to be done so I think that is the first step.
The second will be much harder because that will require action and I'm hoping and praying that I haven't become too much of a coward where i've stopped taking chances and living my life.
I guess time will tell.

finally.........

15 minutes until i can get the fuck out of here! Hell yeah. Jesus I"m dreading the hour commute that I still have. Hate chicago traffic. Have a great weekend ya'll. This time next week I'll be in Vegas. Vegas baby!

Knees

Knees
Originally uploaded by JaLarge.

I hope you can read this, or you've read it before. I love this marketing strategy for Nike Women. This particular ads sizes me up perfect! I'm even thinking of framing it!

can't really focus

well i had a great weekend! I think I passed out pretty early on Saturday but that'll happen when you help cash 2 kegs in less than 3 hours and move onto the picnic table filled with liquor. I don't know which was worse....the crown royal or captain morgans. Normally these two are very good but, after beer, and together (from what I remember) not so good. So needless to say, I woke up at 8am fully clothed in my strawberry shortcake outfit. And I would have still been wearing my heels too if my friend Jeremy hadn't taken them off for me. Aww, such a pal. Lets just say my two soccer games that I had to play on Sunday were very eventful. We won the first, thereby moving us up to another game in which we lost a 1-0 lead to tie it to 1-1 and went into overtime and lost on a fluke of a goal. I didn't care though, I just wanted to get back to bed. It was pretty funny playing though. At one point, I went to jog over to midfield and trip over absolutley nothing and fell on my face. I layed there laughing for a good 5 minutes bc I knew my fall was due to drunkeness. So funny.

Then I just laid low the rest of Sunday but this week has already started off kind of bad. Just really really tired. I"m getting 8 hours of sleep but yesterday during a meeting with my boss I could barely keep my eyes open. He probably thought I was stoned because my eyes were mere slits. I kept pinching myself and tapping my legs and arms in desperate need of energy but alas, none of it helped. I skipped the gym last night and laid on the couch till I passed out around 10:30 but, once again, my body feels like a huge wrecking ball in not only mass but speed and I just know it's going to be another long day leading into another long week. I hate this.