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Super Woman

There is something Very Important I must address before I can start this blog.

HERE.

All I have to say about that is

IWANTTOSQUISHHISFACESHEISBETTERTHANALLTHECATSOFTHEWORLDCOMBINED.

Oh and

SQUISH. HIS. FACE.

Whew! Ok, let's move on.

I was DEAD tired last night, and so at about 10:42 or so, I decided I would go to bed. And go to bed did I! I slept. SO good. And I guess like, getting a good night's sleep makes you smarter and brighter and quicker the next day? Or something? How come they (as in THEY) don't tell you this? Or, I guess I have been hearing this since I was in Kindergarten, but only now do I believe it.

I was on my GAME today. I didn't even know I HAD a game until today. I was slingin' those scripts and holding no prisoners! The pharmacist noticed, he said "coffee must kicked in today" (he's originally from India, so sometimes he leaves out those not-so-important words like "have"... and "please").

My pep even continued into dance class.

I'm trying really hard to start trying in these classes. My throat is so scratchy by the end of my tap class I can hardly talk. And in the later class I tried to be more Authoritative Teacher-y with them, and not spend time answering questions like "Does this shirt make my boobs look big" and "How come you're so skinny but your butt is so big?". And I tried less to talk about "OH MY GOD, go wash your feet! They smellllll!" but that was really hard for me to do in tonight's particular class because OH MY GOD this one girls feet were SO dank, I was nearly gagging. AND SHE WOULDN'T WASH THEM! Even after I asked her nicely, two times! I do not understand this.

Hhalrighty It's nearly 10:42 now, so I better jump right to bed so that I can once again be Super Woman tomorrow.

Sweet dreams!

Being a lazy ass, lazy, lazy, lazy piece of poo.

That's me! Just waking up from a nap on one of the most beautiful, most glorious days of the year! Napping inside where the beautiful sunshine can't reach me! And wait, it gets better! I wasn't even tired, just bored and unmotivated! Go-Jamie Go-Jamie GO!

I don't know why it's always been in me to procrastinate like there's no tomorrow, or rather, that there are a million tomorrows all better suited for completing the task at hand than today. Today always seems like the worst day to get things accomplished. Things just come up, like...I get hungry, or that show is on TV, or it's raining outside and everyone knows you cannot accomplish a thing when it's raining! or it's sunny outside and everyone knows when there's a nice sunny day you must take advantage of it(by taking a nap inside)! See, it's one very tricky nasty cycle, so it's really? not even my fault.

It just amazed me there is no such pill for this. Someone make a pill for this!

So in other news....I'm going to be a student again! But this time I'm hoping to actually enjoy my classes and do stuff like show up to them and pass them! There's a program here at our local college for an Occupational Therapy Assistant, and even though the program only takes 24 students a year, and it's first come first serve, and I have to take pre-reqs over the summer, I'm pretty optimistic I'll get in. Which makes me reallllly excited. I'm just a liiiiiitle concerned about money though. The schedule I have for my summer classes is less than ideal, so I'm thinking the only job I can fit in with it is one of a Stripper, and we all know I have a strong aversion to sparkly shiny platform high heels...so...that's rules that out. I could continue to work at the pharmacy, as long as he agrees to work with my whacked-out schedule, but I don't think the money would be worth the time. And the thought of no longer working there, not working there at all, makes me pretty gitty inside, so I think it's time to move on.

Anyways I'm really excited about the future job of an COTA. SUPER excited. I think I'll really enjoy it and it will suit me well, and not leave me having anxiety attacks during the day and nightmares about being robbed during the night. I'll actually be helping people who need help, and hopefully actually making a difference in their lives. I'm sick of the pharmacy and the politics and the drugs and the danger and the drug addicts. Time to get out yo! Time to GO!

And I guess it's time for me to GO back to trying to motivate myself to...um...crawl out of bed? Shower? Maaaaybe cook some dinner?

I'm not gonna push myself.

A night of babysitting inevitably led to...

On a Whim Presents...

Fan Band!

Preforming...

Safety Dance!!

Who's lazy now!?

Okay you guys. Are we all sitting down? I imagine we would be, because, who stands at their computer? FREAKS. That's who. And everyone here is clearly in the group of non-freaks, because everyone who comes to my blog has good smelling hair and shiny pretty teeth and stuff. ....Where am I going with this?

Let's move on.

Ehem.

I have news. There's been THREE times (including tonight) that I have accomplished a Grand Accomplishment of Unimaginable Feats (or one at least for me). Seeing how I have done this Grand Accomplishment of Unimaginable Feats three times already, I clearly deserve the liberty to talk as if I am a Pro at this, and so, liberty I will take.

What do I do?

You are not seeing things my friends. That IS a bridge. A large one too.

I had a strange urge one day to run it, even though my sister has been running the bridge for like years, and never have I, until last week, felt the urge to join her. I don't know what came over me because I have always loathed running. It was boring and painful and always on the top of my list of Things I Hate the Most. It's always been like that. In elementary school when we would run the mile I would walk it. When it was time for soccer I volunteered to be goalie. Whatever opportunity I found to avoid running, I took.

And that was my philosophy, until last week.

I don't know if it's the iPod, or the nice view, or the cool ocean breeze, or the combination of it all, but OH MAN, I love it. I shift into autopilot and suddenly it's like I'm outside my body, a separate entity, just along for the ride. It's WEIRD. But a good weird.

And I like it a lots.

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By the way, let's just ignore the fact that I typed this boast of a blog with a mouthful of Sandies Pecan Shortbread cookies and a mug full of milk. While in bed. And there are crumbs still on my shirt. And I think I might eat them too.

What?

Jamie FAIL

Last night I felt like I sucked at life, and tonight I feel like I suck at dance teachering. I also suck at successfully playing off made-up words like "teachering" as if they are real, and make sense.

I don't know. Classes were frustrating tonight. I don't like choreographing. The girls talk too much. I have a soft voice (apparently) and have to yell. The girls don't move the way I do, and I don't know how to get them to. Is that really what I want though? Why is it so hard for me to count this song anyway, and why is it in sixes instead of eights? Why this song, WHY THIS SONG?!

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I have a busy day tomorrow. I'm observing(who and what will be explained soon) and then I have a few not so fun errands. Like getting a copy of my car title and getting my passport.

"Your what-now Jamie? What was that you just said(typed)?!"

Yes, my passport. I'm going to Spain in like six weeks to visit my sister and brother in law(what up Coro and Tonro!) and I don't know why I haven't mentioned that yet but yeah... initiate jealousy in five...four...

Just joking with you.

But for real, it's okay to be jealous. If I were you, and you were me, I would be jealous of you and want to stab you, because it's SPAIN, and you would be going there and I would not be. Except I'm me and you are you, and you are the jealous one.....get it? YOU ARE JEALOUS!

I guess I suck at modestly too.



By the way I like the way Natalie uses a line of stars to change subjects (I'm sure there's some fancy technical term for what that is, but technical words are for the Smart People, and please just smile and nod along with me here, because, these days have been rough) and so I stole it. And will most likely steal it again soon.

Self Inflicted pain is always the best

Today was supposed to be a day dedicated to cleaning. I had all the gear I needed. Comfy clothes? check. iPod? check. Hair brush to use as microphone to jam out to iPod songs? check. But three songs into my "cleaning" I was dancing around and singing way more than picking clothes off my floor, and before I could even realize what was going on I was in the car on my way to the dance studio.

It's been a LOT harder being a dance teacher than I anticipated. The recital is fast approaching and I really need to get on the ball. Motivation is perhaps the biggest obstacle. I get discouraged, while choreographing, jumping back and forth between loving what I'm creating to hating it and wanting to start all over. I never feel like it's good enough. The lyrical dance is more jazzy than maybe I would have liked, but in my defense I didn't pick the song, and it's not really one you can dance softly to. At this point I just need SOMETHING to work with, and hopefully it will look good by show time.

More than wanting to practice these dances, I went to the studio for myself. I really miss having dance class. Teaching is okay, but I don't get to dance much and really push myself like I used to. Today I think I pushed myself a little too hard. I worked on the tap routine first, and then skipped to the lyrical. I did the dance several times, and THEN decided I should video tape it. Bad idea. I was SO tired and sweaty and shaky at that point, and for some reason the dancing you do never comes across as strong on video. But somewhere in all that dancing I hurt my back. Now I feel like I'm 83yrs old and I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. It's always worse the next day. But, I did finally satisfy my craving for a good dance workout, so, at least I accomplished that.

Now if I could only work on the cleaning part...damn you pile of laundry! Your day will soon come!