In about half an hour I leave for my job and even though it’s the second time I go I’m still all nervous and nauseous. It’s okay though because I know that really it’s not that big a deal and I’m prepared and I’ll be home before 9 tonight at which point I’ll be able to relax and maybe watch… uh, what’s on tonight?
Rob dl’d season one of Lost so over the past two weeks we had a Lost-A-Thon and got completely hooked (I’d never seen it before, being the ultimate Forgetter Of When Stuff Is On). So last night was like, party night around here. I personally think that the island they landed on is some kind of huge robot thing that floats around and that weirdo guy that was underground is the driver. And uh… yeah. Okay I don’t really think that. Well, I could think that. We won’t rule it out.

Sorry for the whinge and pout. I’m done now, I’m done. Wanna see what I’ve been up to for the past couple days (okay really three hours on Sunday night)? Check out Rob’s latest report on business.

I’m not posting anymore until I get more than one comment on a post. BECAUSE, I wrote stuff! Look! There are four entries there with only one comment each! And a couple of them, I actually put THOUGHT into! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, no one likes me except mainja! (mainja is a very fine person to have liking you, by the way, so I’m not complainin).

(er, okay. Really I just don’t have anything to say today. i’m not really having a tantrum. et voila)

So you know you’re not quite “with it” when you find yourself hiding under the bed, crying, after having exchanged words with someone.

Also? Rob asked me what was for supper, so I told him: hot beef sandwiches.
He was horrified.
I guess I need to stop mumbling; he thought I said puppy sandwiches.

So, my boyfriend Anderson Cooper (yeah, Rob, another one. Just add him to the list, it’s not like you’re even surprised anymore).

How many of you knew who his mother is?

Y’all know that my Great Weight Loss Extravaganza has been a non-starter since… hah, probably since I was born.

Fact is, I like eating. Seriously. Multiply your enjoyment of food by one million, and there you have it. I also don’t hate exercise, but– eating! It’s better! The results of which — I’ve got a fat ass. And various other jiggly parts.

That doesn’t mean I don’t like shopping for clothes because for those of you who think that fat chicks can’t look nice, how can I put this? Let me think… Oh, I know: Suck It. Yes, I know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and everything. People can’t help what they find attractive. Fine. Just don’t go around saying “Oh that person is fat, they’re worthless!” because eh. Wrong (and personally? If I had a choice, I’d take waking up next to this over this, any day. And by the way, NSFW). If you’re one of those who actually laughs at or makes fun of fat people? Wow. How mature.

So, anyway. Where I live, there is one Fat Girl store, and it’s… fine, just not great. So I like to browse sometimes and see that there are actually cute clothes out there available for the Big Girls. I mean, seriously– up until very recently fat chicks were expected to a) dress like a grandmother, 2) dress like a baby, or c) dress like Mrs. Roper. So either wear shapeless, bland clothing to help you blend into your environment, or wear something so ridiculous that you’re put into your place as a funny, nonthreatening, and seriously non-sexual being. Because you’re fat! You can’t be sexy!

I say bollocks to that.

Now I’m not saying that if you want to lose weight, you shouldn’t. Do it! Be safe about it, but do it, if you want to. I know people who have lost weight (for the right reasons) and are much happier now than they were when they were fat. Yay for them! I also know people who have lost weight and are surprised that every problem they ever had hasn’t disappeared. Uhm, duh. I’m not jealous of skinny people, just like I’m sure skinny people aren’t jealous of me. It is what it is, and mine happens to be chunky.

So, as I was saying. I poked around on the Internet Machine and lookit, lookit, lookit. Yes, of course all it did was make me wish I was fabulously rich, and living somewhere were a Torrid store actually existed, but hey. Making wishlists is fun. To me, wishlist making is just like shopping. Except you don’t spend any money. Or… actually get to have… any of the stuff you– okay nevermind. It was fun. And don’t try to tell me I wouldn’t totally rock this. Because I so would.
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1-My mom got to come home today. I’m really happy that she’s home, but… well you know. She’s driving me insane with “Well you didn’t do things EXACTLY THE WAY I DO THEM and so I have to do everything over again!” “Mom, no you don’t.” “But the towels! Look at them!” “Uhm, who cares how the towels are folded? And besides, those are MY towels, which are going in my room!” “Well okay then. But when you washed the dishes did you wash the forks before the knives?”

GAH!

I love her. I’m really happy she’s home. I will write that 1000 times on the blackboard I promise.

2- The stupid eczema (click for all the different types I get to enjoy– isn’t this fun?) isn’t going away (it’s never COMPLETELY gone) but thanks to some of the suggestions I’ve gotten here, I remembered that when I was a kid my doctor used to prescribe stuff with urea (yes, that’s from pee. I’m as grossed out as you are. It’s also included in cigarettes to enhance the flavour. Boy, I’m glad I don’t smoke) in it and so I went and got some uremol cream and my hand is much less itchy, thanks. My boobs, though, they’re still pretty bad. The cold baths and showers are SUCH a joy, as well. But they help, they help. They really do. So thanks, y’all I know, I know. Louise, go see a doctor. Except since the move I can’t find my NS health card. And in order to get my PEI health card (and thus, be able to go to a doctor here), I need to turn in my NS one. Blah blah. I promise, I’m gonna try and do something about that.

3- some GOOD NEWS for once! I know, I’ve been a whiny baby for AGES on here. Anyway. I got a little job. On Tuesday and Thursday nights (6-8 pm) I’ll be teaching a french class to government workers. The hourly wage is INSANE — I’ll be making like $30 per hour. It won’t add up to that much, seeing as it’s only four hours a week, but hey, it’s something.
I haven’t started substitute teaching yet because I have to pay a bunch of fees to have my background checks and stuff done, and to be perfectly blunt how am I supposed to pay $200 in fees if I haven’t got a JOB? BUT the night job should help with that and then I’ll be on my way. Yay! Everyone smile!

Oh my God you people. You just don’t know.

I’m allergic to everything. I must have touched something that came near a cat today, because I’m currently COVERED in eczema. Literally, hands, arms, legs, tummy, everything is covered. Imagine having chicken pox, and mosquito bites on top of your chicken pox, plus wearing a suit made out of poison ivy.

And I’ve taken like, six benadryls and coated myself in cortisone cream and I’M STILL SO ITCHY IT SUCKS!

It’s September 11th and I’m not doing any September 11th-y stuff. Aside from wishing my nephew a very happy 16th birthday.
Yay for him! Yay!

My dad is gone to Cape Breton to visit his mother because once he starts work next week he won’t really have the time to see her until next spring and she’s 82 so six months can be a long time, know what I mean?

My mother’s still in the hospital. She hasn’t eaten in five days. She’s not allowed to eat until they figure out what’s wrong with her. They haven’t figured out what’s wrong with her yet. In order to figure out what’s wrong with her they need to do an MRI. There is only one MRI machine on this island and as you can imagine there’s quite a waiting list. They’re hoping to fit her in sometime this week. My mother is not a large woman. She will be disappeared by the time they get around to her.

What with both my parents being Away, Rob and I are Home Alone. For like, three days, until Dad comes home on Sunday.
And what are we doing? Well, he’s napping, and I’ve been knitting. Because we’re FREAKS that way. Fah-reaks.

Also: Star Jones. I saw her on the TV today for the first time in awhile. She has lost a LOT of weight in a seemingly short amount of time. But her head! It’s, like… I don’t know. Her head just looks really gargantuan. Compared to her tiny self.
*shrugs*