Thankful

I've been continuously cheating on my blog over at flickr. I just can't help it! Since I've started my 365, it has allowed me to tap into my creative side again, which I have missed so much. I haven't been able to do any sort of art since I got out of college due to my old girlfriend not liking the place getting messy, which was what I was good at. I am pretty broke right now, so I figured I'd take advantage of my digital camera and make art through that instead of paint. When I do have enough money, I'm going to get some nice paints and canvases and get to work since I've found myself with the time and space to do it.
I have been bored out of my freaking mind for the past few days. The Cop and I got in a car accident on the way back from Maine last Friday. He was driving and he hit a puddle which sent us hydroplaning from the right light of the highway to the very left lane while doing circles. We ended up facing oncoming traffic, but luckily after we hit the median we bounced into the far left lane so no one was traveling in it. I got a little banged up in it, the Cop is fine, thank God, and so I've just been laying low with my pain meds, muscle relaxers, and vertigo-stoppers... which, haven't been working. I really don't see the sense in prescribing a med that is supposed to help with vertigo (aka severe dizziness) when the side effects are even more dizziness. It's supposed to be helping, but instead I need to hold onto walls in order to get to one room to another while trying not to puke. Great, eh? Actually, I'm really not complaining because it could have been far worse. I am thankful that we took his truck instead of my puny Ford Focus that would have probably left us being air lifted to a local hospital. His truck had minimal damage although we couldn't drive it home, and I'd rather have severe neck and back strains than be in slings or worse. So, now that all of it is said and done, I am truly grateful that we are both ok. It really has made me pause and think many times in the past few days that I am lucky to have what I do have and I'm so very glad that I continue to volunteer at a place where the people I work with aren't so lucky because they have lost that husband, father, or mother and they can't get them back. I'll be holding onto the Cop a lot tighter from now on, that's for sure.

Hallelujah!

I *finally* got rid of my apartment! I am so freakin' excited, you have no idea. I've been trying to get rid of it since November. When I decided to leave my girlfriend and move in with Cop, I figured it would be swooped up in no time and I wouldn't have to see it, be in it, or think about it ever again... which was the exact opposite of what actually happened. I've had countless people come in, look around, and peace out... never to be heard from again. I never thought it'd be so hard to get rid of it, and I really don't know why it took so long, because it's so freakin' cute. I'm glad its over with. I've been counting down the days until the 1st and trying to not look at my bank account because I knew the numbers weren't going to add up when it was time to pay up for both of the rents. Now I don't have to sell naked pictures of me anymore (well, unless you want to buy me a new computer?) to make rent. I kid, I kid.

Due to the graphic nature of this post, reader discretion is advised

Someone please tell me how it is possible to bleed profusely for more than a week without...
a) dying
b) depleting your entire blood supply
c) killing someone?

Anyone?

Yeah, I haven't figured that out yet. Apparently, my doctor thinks I'm overreacting when I told her how much pain I have when Aunt Flo decides to visit for TEN DAYS. I should make an appointment with her today just to punch her in her face and then demand pain killers because Midol is like popping Cheerios... minus the cheer.

Broke... in more ways than one

Sorry for the lack of posts. I've found myself still spending more time over at flickr, but also being busy as well. This weekend was packed with things to do, and I found myself away from my computer more than being on it. I also found my computer to be half dead this morning... which I am not happy about at all! I was thinking the other day (and this is karma getting me for something I'm sure) about how surprised I was to still have my computer working considering how old it is... I got it as a freshman in college... so that's 6 years ago. I tried turning it on today and it took a few times to boot it up. It started working and then promptly shut off in the middle of me doing something and then after that... kaput! I either get weird symbols on the screen or just the ever-so-unpleasant blank screen. I'm kind of wondering how I'm going to get off all the stuff that I want saved... including the naked pictures. This might be slightly entertaining. If I don't get it working I'm going to be stuck using Cop's POS... which is younger than mine, but also slower. If only I had a money tree growing out back so I could get a brand new sleek looking laptop... but that's not going to happen any time soon since I'm not going to make rent this month. Seriously, when does all of this money shit start to turn upwards? I figured it would be after college, but so far? Not so much. I guess I will need to keep up the naked picture taking or else they're going to shut off the electricity on us.

(that was a joke)







(sort of)

Not forgotten

I feel like I have deserted my poor blog. I didn't... I just... found.. someone else!
I have been addicted to flickr for the past week or so. I think its great! I've always wanted to join the whole flickr parade, but ever since my camera's picture taking button decided to abandon ship on a snowy mountain 4 years ago, I've been without a camera. I finally bought myself one after the holidays and now I can't get enough of it. So go over there if you want to see more of me (a whole lot more!) because I'll be there!

As for me stuff... well, I got yelled at by my doctor yesterday, who I didn't really like in the first place, so that just added on top of the stuff that I already think she sucks for. I have struggled with an eating disorder for the past 7 years. A lot of it has to do with stress, anxiety, and the need for control... usually when I need those things in my life, I end up not eating. Well, this doctor, whom I've had for about 5 out of those 7 years finally figured out I was anorexic the last time I saw her. Well, I don't even want to give her that much credit... I told her I was. This was in May of last year, where she said she would find me some names of nutritionists, keep in touch with the therapist and psychiatrist I was seeing at the time, and make a follow up appointment with me in a month's time to monitor my weight and also do blood tests to make sure my heart was still pumping and all that stuff. I left the office that day going "oh shit, now what am I going to do?" because I'd figure she'd be on my ass and all, you know, since she's a doctor. This wasn't the case, however. I didn't hear back from her until this November when I got the yearly post card in the mail that said my girly bits needed to be checked.
Anyway, to make a long story short, she basically reamed me out for not following up with her, when clearly she said she would do so with me. being a doctor, I would assume she knows a tiny bit about anorectics and that they find any loop hole possible to escape from people and things who try to help them. Hello? I'm the Loop Hole Queen! After about an hour and a half of meeting with her (why it took that long, I have no idea) she ended the appointment with giving me a shot for HPV (get it, ladies!). I swear she took out her aggression on me by jabbing the needle in extra hard. My damn arm still hurts today and I think its time for me to look for another doc, because this one is apparently out in left field without a glove.

365

I decided to start my very own 365 over at flickr. I have been wanting to do one for a very long time, but since my old camera decided to pop its own picture taking button off in 2004, I was out of luck. I finally bought another camera this past Christmas and I'm really excited to start my own year long photo thing.
I was seriously thinking about a few resolutions to make for the new year, but the cliche ones that people usually do don't at all appeal to me and on top of that I'm really just not motivated to eat better or get in shape or blah blah. Instead, I decided that I wanted to get back into art. I use to love photography and was pretty good at it (if I do say so myself) but without having a darkroom readily available or $1000 to dish out for a digital camera, I figured I'd try other avenues. I also want to get back into painting, which I haven't yet, but plan on doing so soon. So with all of that said, I felt it would be good for me to commit to something as simple as taking a picture everyday, and yet as hard as taking a picture everyday. Know what I mean? So here I am, all motivated and shit with my brand new 365. Go check it out. I need more flickr friends! (That and I get a little thrill out of knowing people are looking at my pictures... I wonder what Freud would say about that?)

Still perfect!

I haven't had much to say lately. I guess that's because I finally got back to work after a glorious 3 days off and am actually busy for once. Work this weekend was bad, but I won't even go into it because I don't want the headache that I just coaxed out of my head coming back.
I am delighted that the Patriots are officially in the Superbowl. The game was a close one, but we always pull through. Heh. I know half of the country is in a Patriots-hating state right now, but you know what? You're just pissed that your team has either lost to them already, or will lose to them next week! Can you say 18 and 0?? Booya!

Did I ever mention I'm one of those obnoxious Boston-loving Masshole sports fan? I don't think I did. Well, I am.

I love the Patriots, I've always have, even in the days of Bledsoe and they sucked hardcore. Although, I must admit it is kind of hard to remember those days.. we've been good for so long. I'm also a huge Red Sox fan. You just wait until spring training. I'll save the Yankee-hating smack-talking then.

Until then, I'm going to go uncork some wine and ponder our Superbowl greatness.