because i am a living, breathing fail blog

Earlier tonight I reheated some chicken in the microwave for dinner. I made sure to cover the plate with plastic wrap to keep the chicken from splattering all over the inside of the microwave--that's such a hassle to clean. When it was done, I opened the door, took the chicken out, took the plastic wrap off and turned to throw it away. And then I full on head butted the microwave door.....for the second time this week. -_-;; I was looking down at my hands and didn't realize that I'd left the microwave open...oops. Worse still is the fact that my roommates aren't surprised that I would do such a thing. Granted, none of them actually witnessed my run in with the microwave door, but...when I told Gloria about what happened, she laughed and said that the whole incident sounds like it would be one of those video clips you find on failblog.org. Then somehow we got to a point in the conversation where we agreed that I walk into inanimate (and maybe animate as well?) objects so often that I am basically a living, breathing fail blog...

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I just stepped away from this entry to take a shower...and I mistook my body wash as conditioner. But I didn't realize it until what I thought was my conditioner started foaming when I was combing it through my hair with my fingers.......

Living, breathing.....fail blog.....

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Haha =] at least my stupid mistakes/failures make my life more interesting...and apparently serves as amusement for those who get to see me in action.


I was totally planning on writing a bunch more on what's been going on these last few weeks, but this entry is taking me entirely too long. I keep getting distracted by my AIM conversations...I set a limit for myself tonight and am going to turn my laptop off at 10pm so I can sleep by midnight. I read somewhere that the quality of your sleep can be improved if you stop watching TV and/or using your laptop/computer (basically any screen/monitor) two hours prior to bedtime.

So...

THE END! I'll post more another day. =]

because I always fail at getting out of bed when my alarm first goes off

sigh.

I should have gone to sleep last night when I first started getting tired at around ten. Somehow I ended up sleeping at around 2:30...oops.

Anyway, there are a few things I need to take care of and I need to write/type it out somewhere so I can organize my day.

Let's see...
- border research proposal
- checkbook/bills
- summer hours
- student health center (physical, lab work)
- pictures/videos
- zotlink
- water
- course reader

Hm. Is that it? Somehow I feel like I'm missing something...oh well.

Alritey then. Let's do this...

because of a piano concerto by grieg

I have been sitting in my parked car for 7+ minutes...the song is pretty. I'm waiting for it to end and leeching off of someone else's wireless. Lol...

because of my dreams

I had the oddest dreams last night...but that's nothing new. If I've ever told you about any of my dreams, you know that they're really random more often than not. My dreams were random not only because of what happened, but also because of the people who were in them--people I either haven't seen in years or people I don't talk to very often. Take Jacob Kashiwada, for example...I haven't seen the guy since my junior year of high school and I never talked to him much to begin with. So odd...

Anyway, I really don't mind my random dreams. At the very least, I can say that they're amusing both to remember and to tell. But it drives me nuts when my dreams negatively affect me and my mood when I wake up. This morning was one of those mornings...sigh. Maybe I can't blame it entirely on my dreams, though. Those dreams have to have come from somewhere, I think. Maybe those things that bother me that I push to the back of my mind when I'm awake manifest themselves and find their way to catch my full attention in the form of a bad dream. Whatever the case, I just need to get over it.

In other news...

I think I used those icy hot patch things one too many times--I'm now missing a patch of skin on the back of my neck. Haha...ha...-_-;; When I took the two I had on the back of my neck off this morning, I thought it just hurt because it was pulling out my hair.......oops. At least I can say that I feel a lot better than I had been over this weekend. I'd give up a patch of skin not to have to deal with that unpleasantness any day.

Okay. My original plan for today was to wake up early enough to make it to campus by 9:30...it's 20 minutes past that right now. And I'm in Fullerton. Oh well...

I should finish getting ready to head out. It'll be the first time I've left my house since service on Sunday...

=]

because of kusc

I was listening to Classical Music with Charles Andrews on 91.5 and he was detailing the last ten years of Mozart's life, during which he composed The Abduction from the Seraglio and The Marriage of Figaro, among others. Andrews played a few seconds from both of these operas and it sent chills down my spine. And no, that's not because my neck and shoulders are messed up...haha. I've never really gotten into opera so I don't really know much about it...actually, I don't really know much about classical music to begin with. But...yea...I want to go watch these operas now.

...and that's all I wanted to post about.

btw, does anyone have any book suggestions? I'm going to start reading Les Miserables, and after that I want to read The Black Tulip and The Brothers Karamazov. I'm hoping that I'll still want to read after that...haha.

that is all...

because my neck/shoulders woke me up

i went to bed about 2.5 hrs ago but was waken up because my neck/shoulders. i don't know what's wrong with me. i can't say that they hurt, exactly, but they're super tight and almost tingly.

=[

i'm definitely gonna go get it checked out if i still feel this way on monday....ugh...

blah.

because g suggested that i post more

what to type...

hm.

i rested last week =] yay

started the second book of The d'Artagnan Romances by Alexandre Dumas on Monday and finished it on Wednesday, started another book that evening and finished it on Friday. did you know that The Three Musketeers is only the first book of a series (called The d'Artagnan Romances)? ha. it's followed by Twenty Years After and ends with The Vicomte of Bragelone...TOO BAD i didn't know that! -_-;;. i thought that the third book of the series was The Man in the Iron Mask, but i found out that that's only the last part of the third book. The Man in the Iron Mask was a good 700+ pages and extremely disappointing, so i have absolutely no intention of going back and reading what i unintentionally skipped. sigh. oh well.

I bought Les Miserables today and am looking forward to starting it~~yayy woohoo

anyway, i wanted to type about other things but this is taking way too long and i'm exhausted, even though i don't really have reason to be exhausted. i really think that all the sleep depravation and what not is finally catching up to me. i think i'm gonna get massively owned in this next week.

ok. the end. g'nite.