I hate eye shadow lately. Whether or not this stems from my severe case of PMS or the fact that life has just been rough lately I don't know. But I just want to wear mascara and not deal with all these colors and the shading and bla bla bla.
I have a thoughtful boss who called me to tell me that the roads were beyond iced over and that I should just work from home this morning and come in after it had warmed up a bit. This was appreciated as I was going to be late this morning anyways.
I wonder if I will get to see the String Bean today. Haven't seen much of him this week. Not loving the whole living 20 minutes apart and him taking 14 credits thing. But whatevs. I get to watch more TV.
I struggled to get dressed this morning and still am not loving the outfit... I don't want to get out of this warm bed, put on heels and go to the office.
I took ZZZquil last night. Half a dose, and I still have a hangover.
SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. LET ME SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
GNC
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
The one where I spill it all. Well, most.
I will have you know I am officially writing this on my phone as I commute home. Not going to lie, it's a bit of a killer. The commute there isn't as bad - I walk about a mile downhill, metro for 15 minutes, walk another 10 and I'm there. It's really only 10 minutes longer than my commute when I lived at the Barlow. However, remember that hill? Yeah, that hill REALLY sucks to walk back up after working for 10 hours in heels, ESPECIALLY when that work includes guiding interns on 2 hour-long tours of the Capitol and running errands. I'm seriously considering either moving or driving to work if I fin a permanent position on or around the hill, particularly if I join the House gym like I plan, because then I'll be there even longer as well as be more tired and sore on the way home.
Oh well. Those are thoughts for another time :)
I feel the need to share a rather disturbing/wonderful fact: today is Thursday. The last time I showered was Monday. In all fairness, you couldn't tell if you looked at or smelled me. See, the weather here has been incredibly rainy and humid, so I haven't been able to straighten or curl my hair. I've just left it natural, with a little bit of mouse and gel in it to stop it from staging a coupe and forcefully taking over the space usually occupied by my head. And when I do my hair like that it almost never looks greasy. Ever. So I've just been doing it a series of ways. Day 1 it was down; day 2 it was half-up. Day 3 loosely French-braided with curls framing my face. Day 4 (today) pulled back with a series of bobby-pins and corn-rowed. And actually, the greasier it gets, the less frizzy it is. It's a win-win!
Also: The Guru survived 3 days in a car with me while I was sleep-deprived, stressed, AND PRE-MENSTRUAL. I think we both deserve awards; he for not making me kill him, and me for controlling myself and not actually killing him. I'm actually rather excited for when he moves out here. I can foresee us having some fun times.
Now for the interns. (I saved this for last as I knew this was re only reason you read this entry.) we'll call the first one FOH, short for Full of Himself. I mean, I get it kid, you've already graduated from college and been accepted to some very prestigious law schools. However, you're still an unpaid intern. It's not your place to constantly correct your fellow intern while he's giving a tour, nor do you have to explain every piece of your logic to explain to us why you're not wrong when we give you constructive criticism. WE DON'T CARE. Nor do we care how well you handled this constituent phone call. We're not here ro be your personal validator. So please do not interupt us from the work we're doing so you can te us a story and have us pat you on the head. You're still wrong, we're still right. I don't care if you think you're smarter or more qualified than we are. The fact is, we're still your supervisors, so suck it up and at least pretend to be teachable. If this is how you are as an intern, I'd hate to see how you would be as a staffer when you actually have a little bit of authority.
The other one we'll refer to as Churchmouse. He is referred to this way because of how incredibly timid he is as well as the fact I get the impression he's a little poor. I say this because I think I've only seen him wear that one shirt (more on that later). He too is a college graduate, except unlike FOH he is super passive and almost never volunteers any information about himself, his life, etc. I think he's living in a hostel somewhere in Virginia or the NW because I think I saw him riding the Blue line home. ...though in all fairness it was before L'Enfant, so really he could be living anywhere... That is all mostly irrelevant, of course. My biggest complaint about Churchmouse is that his timidity can be a huge hindrance in the learning process, especially as he has a tendency to take certain tasks too seriously and get overwhelmed easily. And I feel very empathetic as I had a tendency to be that way for the first month or so of my internship. Clearly I'm fine now, heck, I ran my own damn campaign office and did ALL the phone answering there! I just wish I could tell him how to skip that horrible part where you feel like you're failing and jump to the successful part.
My other frustration with Churchmouse is one I've shared with The Rack already and deals with that one shirt. And possibly the fact that he lives in a hostel.
He smells. Pretty horribly. That's not to say he's always smelled. In fact, I didn't notice it until the very end of Tuesday. By the end of Wednesday it was bad enough to exacerbate the menstrual natural migraine I had coming on. Today it was a pretty constant BO presence with accentuated whiffs whenever he moved. It's incredibly frustrating, because I can only imagine how it's going to be tomorrow.
Needless to say, I do not have my own desk, but am squished in the hallway with the interns. Not that anyone really gets any space, but still.
I am, however, working with education policy, which makes me incredibly happy. I love doing this kind of research into what would be best for my district as well as the country as a whole. Plus it's exposing me to previous legislation, possible solutions, and pros and cons of those solutions. It's fascinating and incredibly intimidating. And infinitely more interesting than sorting news articles.
There is obviously more about my life here that I want to share with you ladies. Also, you should probably call me at your girls night tomorrow.
But I'll leave you with this tidbit. Guru was in my dream last night. And there was some lip-loving.
Toodles!
-Paul Mitchell
Oh well. Those are thoughts for another time :)
I feel the need to share a rather disturbing/wonderful fact: today is Thursday. The last time I showered was Monday. In all fairness, you couldn't tell if you looked at or smelled me. See, the weather here has been incredibly rainy and humid, so I haven't been able to straighten or curl my hair. I've just left it natural, with a little bit of mouse and gel in it to stop it from staging a coupe and forcefully taking over the space usually occupied by my head. And when I do my hair like that it almost never looks greasy. Ever. So I've just been doing it a series of ways. Day 1 it was down; day 2 it was half-up. Day 3 loosely French-braided with curls framing my face. Day 4 (today) pulled back with a series of bobby-pins and corn-rowed. And actually, the greasier it gets, the less frizzy it is. It's a win-win!
Also: The Guru survived 3 days in a car with me while I was sleep-deprived, stressed, AND PRE-MENSTRUAL. I think we both deserve awards; he for not making me kill him, and me for controlling myself and not actually killing him. I'm actually rather excited for when he moves out here. I can foresee us having some fun times.
Now for the interns. (I saved this for last as I knew this was re only reason you read this entry.) we'll call the first one FOH, short for Full of Himself. I mean, I get it kid, you've already graduated from college and been accepted to some very prestigious law schools. However, you're still an unpaid intern. It's not your place to constantly correct your fellow intern while he's giving a tour, nor do you have to explain every piece of your logic to explain to us why you're not wrong when we give you constructive criticism. WE DON'T CARE. Nor do we care how well you handled this constituent phone call. We're not here ro be your personal validator. So please do not interupt us from the work we're doing so you can te us a story and have us pat you on the head. You're still wrong, we're still right. I don't care if you think you're smarter or more qualified than we are. The fact is, we're still your supervisors, so suck it up and at least pretend to be teachable. If this is how you are as an intern, I'd hate to see how you would be as a staffer when you actually have a little bit of authority.
The other one we'll refer to as Churchmouse. He is referred to this way because of how incredibly timid he is as well as the fact I get the impression he's a little poor. I say this because I think I've only seen him wear that one shirt (more on that later). He too is a college graduate, except unlike FOH he is super passive and almost never volunteers any information about himself, his life, etc. I think he's living in a hostel somewhere in Virginia or the NW because I think I saw him riding the Blue line home. ...though in all fairness it was before L'Enfant, so really he could be living anywhere... That is all mostly irrelevant, of course. My biggest complaint about Churchmouse is that his timidity can be a huge hindrance in the learning process, especially as he has a tendency to take certain tasks too seriously and get overwhelmed easily. And I feel very empathetic as I had a tendency to be that way for the first month or so of my internship. Clearly I'm fine now, heck, I ran my own damn campaign office and did ALL the phone answering there! I just wish I could tell him how to skip that horrible part where you feel like you're failing and jump to the successful part.
My other frustration with Churchmouse is one I've shared with The Rack already and deals with that one shirt. And possibly the fact that he lives in a hostel.
He smells. Pretty horribly. That's not to say he's always smelled. In fact, I didn't notice it until the very end of Tuesday. By the end of Wednesday it was bad enough to exacerbate the menstrual natural migraine I had coming on. Today it was a pretty constant BO presence with accentuated whiffs whenever he moved. It's incredibly frustrating, because I can only imagine how it's going to be tomorrow.
Needless to say, I do not have my own desk, but am squished in the hallway with the interns. Not that anyone really gets any space, but still.
I am, however, working with education policy, which makes me incredibly happy. I love doing this kind of research into what would be best for my district as well as the country as a whole. Plus it's exposing me to previous legislation, possible solutions, and pros and cons of those solutions. It's fascinating and incredibly intimidating. And infinitely more interesting than sorting news articles.
There is obviously more about my life here that I want to share with you ladies. Also, you should probably call me at your girls night tomorrow.
But I'll leave you with this tidbit. Guru was in my dream last night. And there was some lip-loving.
Toodles!
-Paul Mitchell
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Wooooahhh Nelly. Lady's Time!
Ohmmmmmmmmerrrrgosh guys.
I have boobs! Isn't that cool? No, no it's not. Do you know why? Because I haven't started my period and my boobs are swollen up like two big rocks. Three words.
I. Can't. Win.
Seven. Days.
Seven!
WE CAN DO IT!!
My friend posted this on Facebook, and I figured considering the huge life choices and opposition and challenges we're all facing at this point in time, it was very applicable. Between ending internships and returning to college life, to graduating and becoming a real person, to deciding what to do with the in-between years where one degree ends and another begins, remember that we are lucky, talented, beautiful, educated, intelligent, capable, and experienced women. And eventually, everything works out for the best. There's always something worth keeping it together for.
"Sometimes I get depressed or I have an anxiety attack or whatever...but really, how can my life ever get too bad when there are some magnificent people in it?"
Love you ladies. 8 days!
-Paul Mitchell
"Sometimes I get depressed or I have an anxiety attack or whatever...but really, how can my life ever get too bad when there are some magnificent people in it?"
Love you ladies. 8 days!
-Paul Mitchell
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Umm, hello...
So, I'm sitting here eating my lame baked potato with chili and cheese (okay, but really it isn't nearly as delish as it sounds), and I think to myself, "I'm board. Facebook? No. Gmail? No. BLOG!!!!" Oh and none of you have posted anything new, so now I have to post to entertain myself. #firstworldproblems... okay basically that whole paragraph--not just the part where you guys didn't blog.
In other news, tomorrow is the last day of classes AKA the last day of my undergraduate career AKA the day I probably kill myself because I still have no idea what I am doing with my life in January the end. Paul, please not that there was no punctuation in that sentence for a reason. BECAUSE I'M FREAKING OUT.
P.S- I seriously need to start my period but my body is too stressed out to start. This means that (hurrah for me) it's really going to be a B when it actually comes around. OH MY GOSH.
Okay, that's about it. I'm going to go eat jelly beans and chocolate covered almonds while pretending that I still like my job.
Peace and blessings and crap.
GNC
P.S- I saw the ever so slightly gay, attractive, and excellent dressing friend of ours today. He said, "Well look who it is... Princess on campus." Then he gave me a hug.
... yeah.
In other news, tomorrow is the last day of classes AKA the last day of my undergraduate career AKA the day I probably kill myself because I still have no idea what I am doing with my life in January the end. Paul, please not that there was no punctuation in that sentence for a reason. BECAUSE I'M FREAKING OUT.
P.S- I seriously need to start my period but my body is too stressed out to start. This means that (hurrah for me) it's really going to be a B when it actually comes around. OH MY GOSH.
Okay, that's about it. I'm going to go eat jelly beans and chocolate covered almonds while pretending that I still like my job.
Peace and blessings and crap.
GNC
P.S- I saw the ever so slightly gay, attractive, and excellent dressing friend of ours today. He said, "Well look who it is... Princess on campus." Then he gave me a hug.
... yeah.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Thankful
I've been feeling a lot of stress about life lately. It's come to my attention that I will not be able to make ends meet just working at the Mac Shack, so the scrambling to find a second source of income has begun. The more I crunched numbers the more stressed I became. This was compounded more fully when I thought about my professional career. Things in DC didn't look like they were going to pan out, which meant I would be in SLC until grad school in a year and a half with pretty much no professional job opportunities. So I'd be in SLC for a full year and a half with no real job, working serving positions and living pay period to pay period. My personal/love life has no real vitality at this moment, and the more I see of men my age in Utah, the more frustrated I am on that front.
But then I got to thinking. It was, of course, around the Thanksgiving season, but oddly enough that didn't influence this. I was actually checking out at Whole Foods when I had my epiphany. I was buying milk and some vitamins when I saw one of the little cards at the checkout lane that allow you to donate $5, $10, or $25 dollars to the Utah Food Bank - the $5 provides breakfast for a family, the $10 provides dinner or lunch, and the $25 provides the family with food for an entire day. Even though I was stressing about my own financial situation, I realized something. Here I was at Whole Foods, buying a carton of fresh milk that is shipped in every morning from Colorado and some multi-vitamins because I was starting a new health regime. I had just gotten back from the gym where I was able to take classes and keep my body healthy. I was driving my car, which I love and don't constantly worry about breaking down.
Monthly, I end up throwing out food because it goes bad before I have a chance to eat it. I have my own room in a cute little house that has heating and air conditioning, and a bed and a couch and a lovesac, and amazing roommates that I can go to movies with and who care about my life. I have a job that will give me Christmas off so I can spend that time with my family and provide me with at least some source of income. I have a family that invites me over for Thanksgiving and dinner and would be willing to help me if things became too tight. I have The Church. Aside from providing me a social safety net and structure to my life, it helps me with perspective and provides me with peace and happiness.
And I have you guys. Three amazing friends that I know will always be there for me, no matter what happens. Three beautiful women who are strong, smart, driven, intelligent, and just plain awesome. I realized then that while things may not have been going perfectly in my life, there were definitely more things in the good category than the bad.
So I grabbed the $10 card and made my donation. After all, I have enough.
I am blessed and I am thankful.
-PM
But then I got to thinking. It was, of course, around the Thanksgiving season, but oddly enough that didn't influence this. I was actually checking out at Whole Foods when I had my epiphany. I was buying milk and some vitamins when I saw one of the little cards at the checkout lane that allow you to donate $5, $10, or $25 dollars to the Utah Food Bank - the $5 provides breakfast for a family, the $10 provides dinner or lunch, and the $25 provides the family with food for an entire day. Even though I was stressing about my own financial situation, I realized something. Here I was at Whole Foods, buying a carton of fresh milk that is shipped in every morning from Colorado and some multi-vitamins because I was starting a new health regime. I had just gotten back from the gym where I was able to take classes and keep my body healthy. I was driving my car, which I love and don't constantly worry about breaking down.
Monthly, I end up throwing out food because it goes bad before I have a chance to eat it. I have my own room in a cute little house that has heating and air conditioning, and a bed and a couch and a lovesac, and amazing roommates that I can go to movies with and who care about my life. I have a job that will give me Christmas off so I can spend that time with my family and provide me with at least some source of income. I have a family that invites me over for Thanksgiving and dinner and would be willing to help me if things became too tight. I have The Church. Aside from providing me a social safety net and structure to my life, it helps me with perspective and provides me with peace and happiness.
And I have you guys. Three amazing friends that I know will always be there for me, no matter what happens. Three beautiful women who are strong, smart, driven, intelligent, and just plain awesome. I realized then that while things may not have been going perfectly in my life, there were definitely more things in the good category than the bad.
So I grabbed the $10 card and made my donation. After all, I have enough.
I am blessed and I am thankful.
-PM
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Hello from Reno
Hello my darlings!
I am sitting on a stuffed leather sofa surrounded by pillows and extra soft blankets--this is the good life. I brought piles of homework and work... haven't touched any of it. I was super stressed out about it a while ago, but whatever right? It's Thanksgiving break.
It's been a great trip. I've actually started to form some sort of relationship with the Mother. We've gotten along really well, and I feel like I actually have a place in this family. More on that when we're finally together again. But I haven't been stabbed or anything, so it's going well. More importantly, this trip has been really healthy for the String Bean and I. It's amazing how a relationship can blossom when you're not worried about the rents. Ya know?
I've done nothing but eat, sleep, play, kiss, and cuddle for the last week. It's been A-mazing, and I actually feel ready to get back to Provo and wrap up the semester with a bang. Which is a good thing given the fact that I have done NOTHING productive this week... okay, basically this semester. It's not my fault I'm graduating.
I saw Skyfall.. .holy freaking good movie. And Daniel Craig. Ouch. If I didn't think he was Mr. Sexy before... wow.
I am sitting on a stuffed leather sofa surrounded by pillows and extra soft blankets--this is the good life. I brought piles of homework and work... haven't touched any of it. I was super stressed out about it a while ago, but whatever right? It's Thanksgiving break.
I've done nothing but eat, sleep, play, kiss, and cuddle for the last week. It's been A-mazing, and I actually feel ready to get back to Provo and wrap up the semester with a bang. Which is a good thing given the fact that I have done NOTHING productive this week... okay, basically this semester. It's not my fault I'm graduating.
I saw Skyfall.. .holy freaking good movie. And Daniel Craig. Ouch. If I didn't think he was Mr. Sexy before... wow.
Okay, that's all for me. I know that this wasn't terribly exciting or anything but that's all I've got. I'm still coming out of a turkey coma. = ) Cheers! Love you all.
Love you all. Can't wait to be reunited! GNC out.
And remember... Live Well.
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