Found a moment of peace during my tumult of Friday classes. 

I put in a "warning" on Monday requesting Sundays off and guess what??  They actually gave it to me!  I was all prepared to find another job.  Filling out applications, updating my resume, and such.  AND they gave me a pay raise... I suppose they really need me.  *feeling oddly loved*

SO, now I'm stressed out with this stupid car situation.  My parents pin it on me like it's my fault that my car broke down and we're constantly having these little meetings of "We need to communicate more so we aren't planning things at the last minute."  Yeah, okay.  Where are we going to find time for that?  Just yell through the bathroom door while I'm rushing through my shower.  Splendid thought. 

Hopefully my car will be healed by this week.  I don't exactly like having to carpool with my whiny brother who needs to find a new place of employment more desperately than I do (well, did).  He's been there for three years and I'm getting paid more than him (it'll be a year for me in March). 

At least I have the support of my instructors... Mr. McA is awesome.  Why couldn't I have had a gentler dad like some of these other guys?  Sure, I appreciate that he doesn't 'baby' me, but I would like it if he would tone it down a bit - as in his talking to me and such. 

Stephen is more engaging again.  He actually came to visit me at work last night *gasp!*  Haha... no, it's not a big deal.  I had hoped that he could've brought me home rather than my brother who won't let go of ANYTHING UNNECESSARY that happened eons or miniscule moments ago.   I'm not sure that made any sense.  >_<

Pish posh.  Enough.

Thankfully the second volume of Pride and Prejudice finally came (via Netflix) and I barely started watching it last night.  That is most definitely what this afternoon will consist of.  Capital idea indeed.

Muah, love to all my dearies.  ESPECIALLY Allie - you made this day SO much more manageable.  It's amazing how I can live on nice words. :D <3

-aa <><

( Another one of those things going around... figured I'd jump off the bridge too. )

Having Thanksgiving on my own isn't so bad -- reheating the food isn't fun though.  -_-

I've developed a most hi-DAY-us stomach virus - La Fiesta Brava salsa and my already virus-attacked body don't mix well.  Proof was provided early (early, early) this morning as I made my way to the bathroom and reacquainted myself with the toilet.  "Reacquainted" in that I was already sick from last weekend.  Everyone (work-wise) thought I went out and "partied all night."  Actually, I worked all night and missed church (for the second time this month). 

I wasn't particularly hungry, but I did want to bond with the youth for some strange reason, so I took up Amber's offer for lunch at La Fiesta Brava.  After ensuring that I AM an artificial brunette and searching through El Saltillo for a good seven minutes before Amber sweetly reminded me, "LA FIESTA BRAVA IN OCEAN SPRINGS YOU IDIOT," I headed toward La Fiesta Brava in Ocean Springs.  Me and my absent-minded self.  Tut tut.  Now I don't normally eat salsa unless my dad makes it, but for some reason I decided I wanted that extra kick of heartburn and dove in.  I ordered a fried ice cream and asked them to hold it until the others' orders had come out.  It was an interesting lunch with all the perversions and innuendoes required of young college kids.  I called into work saying I wasn't feeling well (which I honestly wasn't) and decided to visit the Cheeks and their newest addition. 

I swear, I know WoolMarket inside and out now - I always get lost wherever I'm going.  Well, I didn't get lost.  Adam didn't finish telling me the directions.  Cayla talked my ear off, "Andia, look, sit right here.  RIGHT here."  She's ridiculously funny.  Smart little booger. 

Yeah.... I figured typing all that up would lead me to me getting sick, but somehow it didn't.  Playing "Red Rover" at the Trentwood Park was a huge spank to the virus which caused a spike in my fever early yesterday morning.  Seriously, I thought I was dying.  I hoped I was dying.  I remember rolling shakily over to see the glaring red "2:53" and my stomach making these super-cool noises (seriously, super-cool).  I glared at the deflated smilely-face balloon above my bed, "This isn't exactly what I had in mind for a birthday present, God."  And it was off to the bathroom after that.

Moral?  Don't have one.  Just be wary of salsas.  My temp is still at a lovely 101.8 - I'll drop by a doctor tomorrow to see if anything's really out of place.  Hopefully it'll break sometime tonight. 

OH.  Re-made over my settings again.  I have this HUGE THING for British accents (any accent for that matter) and Hugh Laurie from House is my newest infatuation.  *huge all-pearlies smile*  Really, I'm not obsessed, I promise.  It's just something to keep my mind occupied when it needs to be.  Okee.

I love you all, even if I haven't said it or hinted at it or whatever.  Remind me and I'll send you a card.

-aa <><

( ABC's... )

And now to watch my newest unhealthy obsession, House, M.D. Muah all.

-aa <><

If you read this, even if we do not speak often, comment with one memory of me. It can be anything you want, good or bad. just as long as it happened. Then post this on YOUR livejournal, and see what other people remember about you.

Be brave!  Haha.  MRI on Tuesday... and a follow-up within the week.  I'm going into work early tomorrow and getting off early.  A Saturday evening - AN ENTIRE SATURDAY EVENING!!  Oh the possibilities.

Wasn't that a slogan for a cheese? ...or cream cheese? ...eggs maybe?

MUAH.

-aa <><

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051013/ts_nm/pope_exorcism_dc

^ Very interesting. 

...if you're into that sorta thing.  

— and I am. :D

AND!! I'm SO excited!! I saw the preview last night at work on the hoopty little Wal-Mart station.

October 25th!! http://www.leftbehind-worldatwar.com/ OMGSH!!! CAN'T WAIT!!!

Random little happy updates just because. 

I have the weirdest schedule for the next two weeks... Tues-Thurs I'm off — BOTH weeks.  That's strange.  Oh well.  I'm thinking about mozy-ing (haha, that's the greatest word) on over to SunCity Super Tans or some other tanning bed place to put in an application.  I'm curious about pay, hours, etc.  It'd be closer to home... pay should be decent... we'll see.

Muah.  Take care.  Lovies to those deserving (...wtc??).

-aa <><

Okay.  I'm glad I went to the doctor today... wasn't my original hospital, but Keesler wasn't taking patients today.  I was diagnosed with a cerebral concussion (mild) and informed that swelling hasn't taken place on the outside of my head (like it normally would, you know, a bump), but it's "ingrown." 

My first real sign was the nausea when I woke up this morning... I didn't feel sick, but my stomach strongly thought otherwise.  The next sign was when I got out of my car after arriving at JC.  I sneezed and coughed a few times and discovered blood on the back of my hand as I pulled it away from my nose.  o_o I NEVER have nose bleeds.  Funny thing is is that it stopped after a little whoosh (ewww....).  It happened again when I got home at noon -- that's when I got Dad's message to go to Singing River since Keesler wasn't taking patients.

I just felt so disoriented today... I couldn't remember the simplest things (well, that's not so out of the ordinary), my vision kept blurring - and I mean, REALLY blurring.  It was like I had taken off my glasses and my prescription rose or something.  It was just a scary day.

Went to the ER, got a few simple tests done, some papers, three huge pills (I'm going to be out any minute... joy), and a high recommendation not to go to work for the next two days.  Okay.  Will do.  I called work to let them know and I've got to go in tomorrow to fill out some papers for Worker's Comp (grr... I even have to take a stupid urine test - again).  

I can't even explain this pressure feeling... it's so strange.  And the tingling!  That's super strange.  I told all this to the doctors and they just nodded, telling me it's all part of the concussion.  Big thing they (I had two doctors examine me) told me was that this is progressive... tomorrow I may feel great, but the days after that I could feel worse than I do today.  Main thing is just to take it easy, try not to drive anywhere or anything like that.  At least I've got some CSI: Miami eps to watch. XDXDXD  How convenient it is that I don't have classes for the next four days, so I can sleep in and take it super easy.  I'm going to church.  And Cindy's baby shower.  No one can tell me not to do that. 

Let's just hope it won't get worse.  I'll keep up with it though.  I know my name, address, and what day it is... but I'm asking myself those three questions every morning when I wake up just to be sure.  Silly goose am I. 

Watch out for those black metal arms off the four-way merch holders in Wal-Mart!  They're out to get you all.

Seriously.  (-_-)

Muah,

-aa <><

What an evening.  I shakily filled out my second accident report in eight months (first one was a collision with a customer cart - bruises are scary).  My natural color has caught up to me (it is starting to grow in... very obvious against the brown/black) and I was a complete klutz. 

I was coming back from tossing some trash in the compacter and knelt down to get some fallen merchandise (really, these flimsy nightgowns fall down constantly) and someone called my name.  As I was straightening back up, my head had a collision with one of those four-way black beams that holds softlines merch.  You know, those annoying bars that stick out.  Within seconds I was wobbling before this gorgeous display of colors, mostly black, but still.  No one was looking in my direction, no one saw it (much to my surprise).  The first thing that came to mind was how funny it would be to see the security tape of me hitting my head.  After laughing a little, I slowly headed toward the Fitting Room (thankfully I was right across the aisle) and held onto the desk.  The phone rang and my head disagreed. 

To make a long story short (yeah right), Ms. Carol came back to the desk and wondered why I was grabbing my head so tightly and ordered me to sit down.  "Woah! You're bleeding!" I scoffed, "Nah... I'm not." She called a Code White over the radio and while five managers were headed over, she applied some extremely painful alcohol towelletes to my head.  I was pampered SO much... it was annoying.  "Look, I just need to finish my department, I've only got an hour and a half left - let me just pick up a few things, okay?" The guys escorting me around just laughed and thanked me repeatedly for getting them out of stocking dairy stuff.  Stupid guys.  I could walk... and feel every step that I took between my eyes.  It was so weird.  Everytime it my head tingled, I'd calmly tell Ms. Carol and Robert, "I'm bleeding again." And havoc ensued.  So I quit telling them.  Haha...

Anyway, I'm afraid to wash my hair tonight and mess it up even more.  It's a decent little gash -  (Weird picture. It was the only one I could find that was human and showed the right angle.)

So yeah. That's the... something suture, I don't even remember.  I couldn't even remember my locker combo... a quick peek behind my badge and I opened it.  The IB Profen I was given isn't holding very well.  Driving was the scariest thing, so I called Mom and kept talking to her explaining that I kept seeing little black electricity balls generating on the road in front of my car (after explaining what happened of course).  I told her how fast I was going (30-40) and that all these people were passing me and that my stomach hurt really bad, etc.  Anything to keep me driving I guess.  I didn't want anyone driving me home and them knowing where I live.  And I certainly didn't want my parents driving out to get me wasting their gas.  If I could walk and talk, I could drive.  Ms. Carol kept calling me "stubborn little bit."  Now the overnight managers are calling me that.  Yeah, that's sweet.

Algebra and Psych tests tomorrow... *sob* and my head STILL HURTS!!  I hope I do well.... I really do.  I'm going to try and sleep.  Hope I don't bleed out on the pillow.  Eww... okay, that was gross.  Sorry.

-aa <><

MRE's are peculiar... yet surprisingly tasty.  I had to call Daniel (thankfully on his lunch break) to be sure I was doing it right.  Ha, humor for the day.

Today was my first COMPLETE day off from EVERYTHING.  So what did I do on this Liberation Day from Wally-Hell and classes?  Absolutely NOTHING productive.  Okay, okay, so I took a shower (nicely shaved legs! whee!), cleaned up the house, dishes... and finally settled down with the first disc of my newly purchased  CSI: Miami Second Season boxed set.  I've already gone through the first season and decided I'm infatuated enough to set up my LJ settings with CSI: Miami goodness.  Haha... I get entirely too obsessed with these TV series.  I've never been into one since Miracles... even further, X-Files (I still have those tapes... crazy kid am I). 

I'm even meeting with a Criminal Justice advisor tomorrow to consider my major... since I'm very much undecided.  I think it'd be great, wherever it leads me.  My primary interest is ballistics, but I'll go ahead and get some Chem 1 in for forensics work.  Again, I'm not even sure.  The best thing is is that the courses I'm taking now won't affect that switch... so what's to lose?

Found some old CDs in my closet so now I'm listening to all these songs and reminiscing... *sigh* Anyway, I ought to head to bed. 

Lonely is a sad thing.  Glad I can smile anyway, even if it is fake. :\

LJ Interests meme results

1. black:
   What can I say? Black looks lovely on me. Haha... that sounded dorkish.
2. cello:
   Cello and any other stringed instrument rocks. The flute's good and all, but my passion is for those orchestral structures (WHAT AM I TYPING???)
3. computers:
   Well. Seems rather self-explanatory. I'd like to think myself computer-savy -- hence my sn.
4. feminism:
   Ah. A beautiful ideology that I live by as best I can. Something I can daily strive toward... living up to my title as a feminist.
5. guitar:
   Again, with the cello, I have a thing for stringed instruments.
6. ministry:
   :D Something I'd LOVE to major in... since there are SO many branches in which to minister in. We'll see.
7. passion:
   I was referring to the Passion Worship Band which has recently become my all-time CD player-filler. Super posh.
8. privacy:
   Oh come now. Who doesn't like their privacy? ...hm, you're right. I should probably take it off. Doesn't make any sense.
9. smiles:
   SMILES!!! Haha! I used to sign my name with a smiley face -- seriously. If you were to look through all my papers in middle school, ALL of them would have that little circe-ly smiley face. I'm pathetic, I know.
10. theology:
    Theology.... worthy topic in which to argue/debate upon. I had considered it as a major for the longest time... but as of now it's ruled out. Still fun to research through though.

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