Oh, P.S….

I go to make my omelette this morning… NO EGGS.

So typical. I had toast, a little PB and banana. Ohhhh, and the best espresso ever. Mmmm.

Very good day today. Gorgeous out. I'm hoping for the beach.

Third day on Weight Watchers…

…and I ate tiramisu cake last night. That just goes to show how unmotivated I am. IT WAS IN THE FRIDGE CALLING MY NAME. Honestly, I’m not usually a big cake ‘fan,’ but for some reason I had to have it last night. 13 points. You heard me… that’s almost half of what I’m allowed per day.

I’ll have to fit exercise in today. A good amount of it, too.

Omelette for breakfast. Typing it here so I’m held accountable by the ALL of you who read my blog. By all of you, I mean like… two, of course.

Candace

I love him. I can’t ever forget or lose a best friend like Steve. Can’t wait until we can see each other again!

There’s modelling, and then there’s whoring yourself out.

…Oh wait, no. That’s not right at all. Never mind. 

Royal wedding, royal schmedding.

That’s all I have to say tonight.

Today I am deleting things off my laptop that remind me of my ex.

Cheesy and cliche, I know, but I need to do it. It’s ridiculous… I think that only NOW am I getting over Wesley Garrett Mons. What kind of name is that? “Wesley “GARRETT” Mons.” Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the name “Garrett?” I used to tell him it was cute to cheer him up but man, sorry, can’t help you there with that one. That one’s a doozy.

ANYWAY, I’m deleting Flight of The Conchords off my laptop because Jemaine reminds me way too much of him. OH, that reminds me, I need to delete my favourite movie, “Eagle vs. Shark,” too. I am being visciously brutal with this; I need to be stern and get rid of everything. I’m finally in Australia, away from him and his constant, temping cooing.

This will be good for me.

-C

Another pet peeve…

…or two.

1. When a person shoves a cigarette in his mouth before leaving the facility where he’s not supposed to be smoking. I don’t know if he thinks he looks “bad-ass” being that close to breaking the building’s rule, but to me he just looks like an idiot. It’s kind of like flashing; “Hey guys, I’m not allowed to do this FULLY here but here’s a nipple.” Just saying.

2. Slow-closing public bathroom doors. Especially if they’re RIGHT in front of where I’m supposed to enter a stall to pee. It defeats the purpose of having a door at all because all I’m going to do when I go in, usually, is head for the stall because I’ve got to pee like a racehorse. You might as well just have no door, in my opinion. Seriously, do it up people.

Spelling in songs…

… it’s almost as bad as “la la la’s” in songs. COME ON; you get so fed up trying to be creative with your lyrics that you just SPELL OUT what you just said?

We’re not all that dumb. At least I certainly hope not.

Who’s Crazy?

I don’t even know anymore. What is “crazy?” How do you classify something like that? It’s a lot like “who’s normal” and “how do you classify normal,” except not everybody is normal. See what I did there?

The only way we “know” we’re not “crazy” is by rating our “craziness” compared to an actual “crazy” person. (Attack of the quotation marks, right?)

I may not be making sense because I’m taking a drug for my ‘craziness.’ I wonder if my ‘craziness’ can be attributed to the drugs. Too nervous to stop, too fed up to keep taking them. I take “Risperdal” at night which, if I take at any other time, makes me completely unable to do anything for myself. I might as well revert to age 3 again if I’m going to start taking that in the mornings again. I also take “Zopiclone” at night to help me sleep. Yes, it’s a sleeping pill. Does it make me sleep? Hardly. So to fix that little issue (why, I’m still taking the “Zoppies,” I have no clue) I take one or two Ativans before sleep so they knock me out. Apparently, the Zopiclone “keeps me asleep” and the Ativan just “helps things move along quicker.” Oh, and the Zopiclone AND Risperdal both make mothertruckin’ constipated so I have to take some strange orange pill at night that helps with all that “business.” The Zoppies make my vision effed up the next day. I’ll be fine one minute, and the next minute it will feel like I’m not wearing my glasses. The problem is I AM wearing my glasses.

Last one, I swear. I also take Ativan if I feel a panic attack coming on. Basically, each pill equates to two glasses of wine; sometimes, when it’s bad, I take two Ativan. Four glasses of wine, you say? Get me on that train, right?! Wrong. It’s the worst feeling. It’s like being super drunk in front of your parents alllllll day. Drunk sounds fun, but revealing many of your personal feelings to your mother in a Costco may very well be the opposite of fun, don’t you think?

Anyway, that’s enough of that. I have a 15 hour flight tonight followed by another 5 hour one. We’ll see how it goes.

C