Days of My Life

In polar contrast to yesterday and the day before, today was a good day. I awoke sans headache and made sure I got up slowly to avoid head rush. Although everybody was mad at one point, it got better. Today, I went to yum cha at Ocean Star, then to get strawberry snow bubble with small boba (love the alliteration) from Tapioca Express, then to watch "Despicable Me" in 3D at the Edwards Renaissance Theater. Finally, to get my dose of ice cream at Rite-Aid. Although it was expensive, it was a good day. I got home around four-thirty and put on my new Nike running shoes (bought a few months ago, really), feeling determined to exercise. I ran one mile in nine minutes, then walked half a mile in six. Afterward, I helped to move a bed, which made me sweat more than running did. An hour later, I helped to wash both of my parents' cars, which sort of cooled me down. So I got a lot of exercise today, I think, and now I am so sore. At the church gym yesterday, I learned how to shoot...

I'm crying. Somebody help me.

It's so darn hot. I feel useless. But at least I feel physically better than yesterday. Thanks, T, for the tips and talk. They helped tremendously. Work today was painful for my feet because I wore uncomfortable shoes. Never again with those shoes! Ugh. But I'm glad that I have my normal schedule back--with Thursdays and Sundays. And I get a two-fer: office Monday through Thursday and galleries Sunday. For the next two weeks, anyway. I hope tomorrow will be a good day off, because I know I need it.

I now have a nutritionist! Kind of, but not really. I'm getting meal contents suggestions that sound so healthy--just the remedy I need. For the past three weeks, I have been feeling utterly and disgustingly unhealthy, and I haven't done anything to solve that. But I think I'm going to start bringing fruit for lunch at work from now on. At least, for the majority of my work days, which now start at nine and end at 4:30 or five. I'll have to speak with a manager about Sundays and whatnot. This scheduling conflict is really too conflicting for me to even bother to want to deal with. I enjoy taking things slowly and singly sometimes, you know. Back to my recent health issues... I should go do my blood test sometime this week, too. I believe I'm about a month overdue for it. Also, I need to resume my exercise/ running routine; I'm gaining the summer weight. And I need to eat healthily and sleep healthily and live healthily. These daily hourly headaches are really ge...

Nothing is particularly funny at the moment, really. I'm so exhausted from sleeping at 12:30 every night and waking up at 8:25 every morning, then standing all day at work. I can feel my immune system draining out of strength, so I plan/ hope to sleep by ten tonight. Today at work, I was stationed at the donation box, for a change, and I said the same things all day. But my throat started hurting by eleven, an hour into my seven and a half hour work day. Wonderful, huh? I should bring FOUR bottles of water the next time I think I'm going to be stationed there. I hope my health isn't in detriment. :(

Today, I bought a happy meal for my 2:45 lunch: cheeseburger, small fries, soft drink--total of $3.35 with the 10% employee discount. While I was eating my meal in not so much happiness as hurry, it occurred to me that I paid more for the toy I am inevitably going to toss away without even a second thought than for the food itself. I could have easily gotten a McDouble or McChicken for $1.00 and a small soft drink for $1.09 since I didn't want the fries anyway. Upon that realization of cost imbalance, I decided to keep the toy just for its measly value, even after I spilled some soda on its wrapping. Then I waited to clock back in at 3:15. That wait made 3:14 seem to take forever to pass. An hour and a half later, I talked with the volunteer just because the crowd was fading and it was approaching closing time. Oh, and because she was standing right in front of me. We touched on lunch, and I told her what I had gotten. Then I told her, "You know, if only we were young, carefre...

Today, I spent a good number of hours reading the blog of a girl my mother used to always tell me to learn from and become more like. If I had turned out like her, my mother would not be satisfied right now, to put it lightly. It just goes to show how good people change to bad, bad to good. But even so, there's still some good in each person. I'm now watching "CSI: NY" with S and D. Then I will get ready for bed because I have work until 2:45 tomorrow. Good night!