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What broke my day: Being in a funk. Not the kind of funk that makes you dance like your from a 70's disco dance party complete with bling, bell-bottoms, and booze, but the kind of funk that you get from not washing your gym clothes for 2 weeks. Actually, now that you mention it, I shouldn't use that analogy because not going to the gym is the reason for my funk. Today I found out that I have gained back every single pound I lost, probably due to the fact that I haven't had time or energy. And that put me into this idea that I'm once again a failure. So, therefore, as would any warm-blooded woman (please just let me pretend that this is true), I went home, put on sweats, got gross-looking, and stuffed my face. It was probably the single most disgusting, sad looking thing ever. When my Lori came over, she found me sitting unattractively on the couch watching THS, stuffing my face with crackers and cheese dip. Not my proudest moment. So, she forced me out of it, made me put on my hot pencil skirt, so that I would look attractive, and helped me get ready for work. I wore my nice heels, and got to go to the bike shop. It helped, but the funk isn't completely gone. I'm not going to eat unhealthily, she promised to go running with me tomorrow morning, and of course, I'm now chugging down as much cold water as a kitchen sink, so hopefully feeling hydrated, hot, and useful will whip me out of this funk. And by whip, I mean she used whips and chains, to excite me. Now I'm worried for her alter-ego.

I'm Sorry, I'm going to the Zoo.

What Broke my day(yesterday and today): The fact that I didn't post yesterday. I was doing sooooo well, and now my streak is up. I mean, at least I am posting today, I could have just given up. Also, what breaks my day is being so busy and tired that I can't even think of something better that breaks my day. I feel that I'm a failure, because I didn't post EVERY day, and it's only the second week. But, alas, at least I had a good excuse. Yesterday, I was only at my house for literally 20 minutes between the hours of 12:00 a.m. and 10:00 p.m. Sleepover, nanny, straight to babysitting, straight to delivering Thai food because I was supposed to go eat it, and then instead straight to 'work.' By the time I got home I was so unbelievably tired and perhaps a little cranky, that I was like the waking dead. I probably looked as attractive as a zombie too. I hadn't showered in 24 hours (completely nasty), and I had to get up the next morning at 5:30 to go and watch my wonderful, amazing nephew. By the time I got food in my stomach, cleaned my room, and did the necessities like brushing my teeth, it was 11:00, but then I had to do some research, and I didn't fall asleep until midnight. But, still I didn't post and that made me feel bad when I was getting ready for bed. I knew in the back of my head that if I posted, I would be writing until midnight, and then wouldn't have slept until 1 o'clock.  It's not my proudest achievement that I missed a day, but the fact that I still have things to do, and am busy, keeps me going. I will try not to be a failure on this front again, and hey, I'm posting again today, so that's a start.

Murder on a Birthday Sleepover

What Broke my day: Two things broke my day; meaning that I'll have to come up with three things that made my day so that this doesn't just become one of the annoying ranting blogs. My sister's birthday is the first. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my sister(sometimes), but every year when her birthday comes I become insanely jealous and mean towards her, it's like a freaking Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde transformation. Why? Because of the date. Yes, I would love the attention she gets, (it's the middle-child syndrome) but the fact that her birthday is the day after a huge holiday gets me. Every year she brags that she gets fireworks for her birthday, and cake two days in a row, and not only a birthday party, but a fourth of July party too....well la-di-fricking-da. Most people would say that I'm exaggerating and overreacting, and I will admit I am, but the fact that I am nice to her and bought her an AWESOME 16th birthday present shows that I do not voice my feelings about this to her and my family. Yeah, I bought her tickets to go see Beauty and the Beast, Broadway edition; and on top of that it's in the middle of the week, so she gets to skip two days of school. Best sister ever. But here's the deal, my birthday is ACTUALLY on a national holiday, but nobody ever cares about the holiday I was born on. I have more right to brag, but of course I got stuck with a lame (but important) holiday. Some people don't even realize that my birthday is a national holiday, even though they should. Veteran's Day is just as cool, but I don't get fireworks, and so that makes me feel that my sister is more important, which is why I deeply dislike today. (deep breath in preparation for rant numero deux). Yesterday I was proud to be an American, Today, I'm a little ashamed. Why? Because we in America have the nerve to let a mother who killed her child so that said mother could go party and live the "beautiful life", off on a simple sentence. Yep. I said it, Casey Anthony. Why should we give this woman, who obviously doesn't care that her child was murdered and was 'missing' for 31 days (because she herself murdered that adorable little girl), off with a slap on the wrist, and a 'don't do it again.'? We shouldn't. This mother was obviously psychotic; because any other mother, or caretaker of a child (I'm not even a mother and I couldn't do it) will tell you that what she did was not normal behavior. She had no guilt, no sense of remorse for what she did and we just let her walk away? I am not proud to be in a country in which we let a child murderer walk away, yet we imprison people for smoking weed. Great job America, great job.

Amurica and Broken Turtles

What broke my day: A broken turtle. Lori, if you haven't gotten permission from me to read this stop now, skip ahead to the happy part. I MEAN IT!  Okay, so technically I had two sad things happen today, but I'm going to write about the other one tomorrow. What really broke my day, was a broken necklace. Lori (my Italian bestie) brought me(and my other friends) a necklace from Italy. It wasn't a super expensive necklace, but I thought it was beautiful, and I treasured it. It was a silver turtle, which had these cute cubic zirconium crystals imbedded in the shell. Notice how I'm using the past tense? Poor Zippy somehow got run over by a car; poor thing. I got it 4 days ago, and I wore it every single day, except today. Yesterday, I was at the beach (yes again: Hi, my name is Beth and I have a beach addiction), and I took it off and put it in my purse so that I could go swimming. I guess that it somehow wasn't in my purse very good, and it must have fallen out of my bag when I got out of the car, because I didn't notice it was gone, and wasn't wearing it today. I forgot about it, until of course my brother comes in the house and asks who had the turtle necklace. HAD, as in past tense. Yeah, he ran over it, and now Zippy is in 10 tiny peices: 4 legs, 1 head, 1 tail, 3 crystals, and 1 shell. Insert dramatic meltdown with extreme tears here. I know it's just a necklace, and a cheap one, but it was so adorable, and it was new, and it made me feel that I break everything precious in my life. It was from my best friend, and it had some sentimental meaning, since the entire friend group all has a necklace....except me. I feel like the turtle represented our friendship, and this means our friendship got run over by a car. Perhaps I'm being super-duper melodramatic, but it was brand new, and it hurt a lot. Now, I have to figure out how to tell Lori that I ruined the necklace, the beautiful necklace.  I mean, I guess I'll get over it eventually, just look at my mom: she broke her engagement ring a long time ago, and doesn't even have a diamond in it anymore (just cubic zirconium), and she's not sad about it. But for now, R.I.P. Zippy. :(

Sleeping in and Strawberry Pie

What broke my day:When you sleep through your alarm. Begin Laziness day 2. I had intentions to not be lazy today, but I guess Murphy's law had something else to say about that one. I set my alarm for 8:30, so I could get up and go to church, and be a good Pastor's daughter. But somehow I slept through it,and I woke up at 11.  It probably didn't help that I went to bed at 1 o'clock in the morning (I have this thing where I can't fall asleep to a messy room/ house, and the house was trashed last night), whoops. But waking up that late meant that I was a heathen for the day, and now I'm going to hell ( just kidding, sorry God.)  With this late start to the day, it wasn't looking so good for the whole productive day idea I had yesterday. Waking up way too late made me feel like my whole day is wasted. And since that day was wasted, why should I be productive now? I hate to feel like I'm not good enough to even wake up for an alarm. Waking up should be a simple task,but I couldn't even manage that this morning. It's late in the day, my eating schedule is off, and it's not a great start to the day. Starting off the day on a bad foot sets the tone for the whole day, and when I sleep in, the tone for the day is laziness, and inadequacies.

Laziness and Bubble Bubble Baths

What broke my day: Being the laziest person in the world for a day. That was me today. I had such an exhausting day yesterday that I guess my subconcious drained my motivation. I mean I told myself I was going to work out at noon, but I didn't go until 9 p.m. and even then it was a half-ass workout. I just couldn't seem to get anything done today, and I hate feeling unproductive. I did two productive things today....that's it, and it amounts to about an hour of actual work. I cleaned a cage for the raccoons, because they are too big for their old one, and I worked out, for a little bit. I sat, ate too much food, and watched the ENTIRE first season of the new Dr. Who, and didn't leave my bed the entire time. Do you know how much time that is? 9 hours, 34 minutes, and 38 seconds worth of useless time that I used today. When you don't do anything all day, you tend to feel lazy, and in my case, fat, bloated, and worthless. I'm so driven, that when I have these days, I just can't shake it, and remember them for weeks. I mean, yes, I do love Dr. Who, and yes, I have been doing pretty good lately on the whole lazy deal. But unless harvesting crops all day on Farmville counts as a way to help humaity, I have failed today, and that's just not acceptable.

Sleeping Under the Planets.

What Broke my Day:  Having big boobs, and not feeling good about them. I know that no woman really appreciates her breasts, and I don't understand the dilemmas facing small-breasted women, but I do understand the ploits of those 'gifted,' or as I like to say 'cursed'. To put my size into perspective, let me give you a little story. My breasts do have names, but I did not name them. My friends and I were at school, and we were having fruit at our after school Science Olympiad meeting, and Lori said, "This orange is like the size of my boob," or something to that affect. I promptly replied, "If yours are oranges, mine must be watermelons." Lori, being smart, looked me straight in the eye and said, "No honey, yours aren't even in the realm of fruit, they are planets." And thus the planet jokes began. I'm a 19 year-old, with  a bra size of 34-DD to 32-DDD. It's depressing that my cleavage reaches up to my neck, and that no matter what I do, I can't dress in a modest way and still be fashionable. I don't want to be known as a hoochie-momma, but that is almost the only way I can dress. It's frustrating trying to be modest, and only having boys looking at your boobs, not your face. Bra shopping is also horrendous. All I want is to not have to pay an arm and a leg to buy a decent, cute, bra, because no one finds a large-chested armless woman attractive. Is it too much to want to have a bra without "age-defying lift"? I'm not joking either, the mint green bra I'm wearing at this moment has it. I'm 18, not 97.  I know I should be thankful, but boobs the size of planets are a bit excessive, and I want people to not notice the massive orbits of planets, but maybe my face, or even my butt. I would be happy with that.