The ugly truth

Two events have brought me face to face with a trait that perhaps I just didn’t want to admit that I had: laziness.

I’m pretty sure that everyone has things they are lazy about.  I work my ass off for a lot of things with dedication and perfectionism every step of the way…but some things?  Some things are just not worth the trouble, and you know you do it too.

But, seriously, these two events and the realization thereof are like a slap in the face (not that I’m prone to do anything about them considering they are the weak spots for laziness and actually doing something seems like an struggle against my very nature).

The first occurred at the end of my lunch break one day.  I work in a mall where the food court is upstairs and there are strategically placed up and down escalators very near where I work downstairs.  On the opposite side of where I work there is a set of stairs, real ones that don’t move at all.  On the first floor where the escalators are there also happens to be a big open space the the mall sometimes uses for events like fashion shows and possibly pagan ceremonies sometime around the solstices (this remains unproven, but I have some pretty serious suspicions).

So, I’m coming back from lunch and I make my was over to the down escalator only to find it blocked off and not moving due to the random banquet that is being set up in the big open area below.  (Seriously? Who has a banquet at a mall?  That doesn’t really scream “classy” to me.  But hey, what do I know?).  And, I have to admit, dear readers, that this made me so angry I came very close to having a full-force tantrum in the middle of the mall (See?  What do I know about classy?) because I was going to have to walk the distance of less than a block to go down the stairs.  Of all the horrible things that could have happened to me!

Honestly, looking at that story I’m not sure what the real issue is, laziness or anger management.

Next up, there’s the trash can in my bathroom.  My whole life my dad has been the one that took care of the trash, I barely know what to do with that junk.  I hate trash duty and just sort of wait for him to do it, and the trash can in my bathroom had gotten to the point of no return…cotton balls have sort of been jumping out of there I think.  Turns out dad didn’t want to worry about touching any tissues I may have had in there from when I had the bronchitis stint a couple weeks ago (and who can blame him, really?) so he told me I had to do it from now on.  And I said that it wouldn’t be a problem if they hadn’t replaced my trash can with one that has a lid and that I wanted my old one back because it was wide open.  Basically, I don’t want to have to bend all the way over to open the lid and put something in there, I want to throw something away without the bending and the opening.

True story.  I am too lazy to lift a lid.  A tiny lid.  It doesn’t even weigh anything.

Kids today, I blame the internet.

Tagged

Number one: This is the one where I regret my mother getting the url to my blog, but am mostly glad that my dad doesn’t have it.  Mom, just know that I warned you I was going to do this.

Number two: I was tagged for this little meme-like thing going around the blogosphere by Becka, who is gorgeous and and made me a little wary of following her up.  The challenge is thus: Take a picture of yourself, just a snapshot with no preparation or photoshopping, then post it to your blog and tag some people to follow suit.  Oh, and you have to link to the person that tagged you first.

Number three: I feel like I’m mostly over the bronchitis, but the medication that I’m on to fully flush it out of my system makes me really, really queasy.  Something I don’t recommend?  Getting a few hours of work done on a tattoo while you are feeling this way, as you can imagine it makes it a lot harder to deal with the strain of having those needles jabbed into your skin over and over.

I got home and saw the tag, so here’s my snapshot:

So now I’m multi-color, and Snow White has started to take her place on my shoulder.  All that’s left is the color and the rest of the shading on the shoulder there.  Bobby is such a great artist, I have to try really hard not to be a control-freak about it and let him do what he does.  I’ll get nervous here and there, but he never lets me down.

Number four: It’s my turn for tagging!  I pick, Nicole, Ev’Yan, Chelsea, Kyla, and whoever else is interested!

P.S. Number five: Love the scandalous picture, right?  Don’t go there, that towel is covering absolutely everything.

Look what I found:

This was from G’s birthday, I forgot we even had this picture.  When I switched computers I guess I just didn’t do anything about the pictures on my camera.

It’s a cute picture and it made me smile, so I thought I’d share.

more observations

I’m still really, really under the weather.  I went to my regular doctor today and I guess the conclusion is that all the infections and things from sinus issues just never got fully eradicated.  He put me on a new antibiotic, the really good kind of cough syrup, and some stuff to help flush out the rest of it.

I feel like I’m going crazy.  The problem with being confined to your couch like this is that you can’t handle going out but you want to be somewhere else.  G tried taking me to brunch on Sunday and I couldn’t stay up more than twenty minutes.  Everyone can relate to the feeling, you’re sick and alone so you get depressed and it’s easy to convince yourself that no one cares (knowing full well that’s not true).  And now, in the days of the internet, you’re left to whine and annoy all your Twitter followers (sorry, y’all).

So that’s where my mind has been, I’m attempting to step back out into the world for real tomorrow with class and work so it’s a good thing I got all the good pills and syrups today.  And without further ado, here are the actual observations I’ve made thus far:

- Yes Man was a much better movie than I thought it would be.  Kind of classically Jim Carey but I mostly wanted to see it because of Zooey Deschanel.  She’s perfection, definitely the best part of the movie.

- It’s a really good idea to have the really soft, fluffy tissues on hand.  I don’t have any and my little nose is flaky and raw now.  So, don’t leave them out for everyday use, but keep a stash of the special ones with lotion somewhere (it’s a good idea and you’ll thank me).

- I need someone to come clean my house.  I haven’t had the energy to wash the dishes or vacuum, both of which really should get done at some point.

- Bluebell is the chillest rabbit, she just hangs out all day.  She likes to get out a little bit, but mostly she’s into stretching her legs here and there and then flopping down and resting…and she makes for good company.

- Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist was not all it was cracked up to be.  I just wasn’t as impressed as I was hoping to be.  It just sort of meandered and seemed pretty anticlimactic, and wasn’t all that funny.  It wasn’t devoid of cuteness though, cuteness it had a lot of.

- Tylenol day cold medicine is better than Vicks Dayquil, but Vicks Nyquil is better than Tylenol night cold medicine.

- Hot showers are one of the most beautiful things in the world.

- This cough medicine is starting to work, I’m totally starting to space out here…oh, and I’m not coughing up a lung at the moment.

observations from my couch

Yesterday I woke up with a heavy chest and some sinus pressure, thinking, “Ugh, allergies, of course.”

But as the day progressed I started feeling worse and worse, and by the time I was having chills that made my body shake and started coughing like a lung was going to come up I thought, “Well…maybe this isn’t allergies, what does WebMD say?”

People, WebMD is the devil.  If you make certain selections it goes nuts on you and is all, “Stop! If you are having this kind of symptom you should proceed immediately to an emergency facility!”  And I’m like, “Dude, calm down, it’s not really all that bad.”  It still told me there were about twenty different things that could be wrong with me, so I figured the tremor-inducing chills warranted me at least checking my temperature.

Temperature: 100.5

I waited it out, took some meds and got some fitful sleep.  My temperature had dropped to 99.6 this morning so I decided to try work.  I was doing OK, but one of the kind managers came up and just told me that I sounded awful (I do, I sound like what you imagine that cartoon character “Maxine” sounds like. You know, the one on the Hallmark greeting cards and stuff?) and that I could go home if I wanted.  I had G take me to the doctor instead, when I got to his place I was burning up when he felt my forehead.

The doctor listened to the symptoms, did all the doctor things he’s supposed to, and then said he definitely wanted to check for the flu even though there hasn’t been much of that lately.  Do you know how they check for the flu?  Do you?

They stick a long q-tip deep in your nose and twist it around.  Not comfortable, I don’t recommend it.

I don’t have the flu though, I have bronchitis.  Acute bronchitis.

And that leaves me here, on my couch, waiting for tomorrow morning when I am supposed to start taking cortisone tablets (which, the doctor and G tell me are going to be amazing).  And the observation from here?: Tough Love is really, really good reality TV.

I almost missed my dad’s birthday

I haven’t been paying attention to actual dates that much.  All I seem to know anymore is the time I have to be somewhere on what day of the week.  Today is Tuesday, so there’s class in the afternoon and taking a look at my dad’s new computer this morning because he’s having trouble getting everything hooked up.  Tomorrow’s Wednesday, which means class then grabbing lunch before going straight to work.  And it goes on from there.

I have a general idea when something else may be happening, I just need reminders at the beginning of the week so I know where I’m supposed to be.  Like, “Hey, Alex’s poetry slam is this Thursday” or “We’re all meeting up tomorrow, around this time.”

So the day before his birthday I got the reminder, “What you get me?”

Raise your hand if you didn’t have time to go shopping.

I tiredly held up the case for the CD I was importing to my computer and said, “Um, you can have this CD when I’m done with it.”  Because in my family, when you don’t have a good answer you just deflect by making everyone laugh.

Yesterday was his actual birthday, and since it’s on of my extreme day (one where I go to class early in the morning then straight to work until late at night) the most I could manage was trying to find something on my lunch break.  Good thing I work in the mall.

I got him something good, that I knew he would enjoy and picked up a funny card and then was nearly late getting back from my lunch because of it.  I didn’t want to get him something I’d put absolutely no thought into, but I had to rush.  As someone who is really into gift-giving and finding something that’s just right, the whole experience crushed my heart a little bit.  I had to console myself (actually, I’m still consoling myself) with the fact that his Christmas gifts from me and my brother were so good we brought tears to his eyes.  Ultimately, I guess it would have been hard to follow that up no matter what we did.

Dad was really happy with his gift, and was very understanding of the very tired looking person that handed it ( in poorly wrapped in a bag, that may have crushed my heart more than anything, I am all about the presentation and the whole package when it comes to gift-giving) to him.  So the story has a happy ending.

It’s making me consider very hard whether or not I’m going to take any classes over the summer.  I know that I probably should, to try and round out what I’m trying aiming with for my future.  But, there are several trips I have to take over the next few months and working that around class would be difficult.  There are online classes, but drawing and painting aren’t exactly effective in an internet-format.  I’m very back-and-forth with the whole idea, because I’ve loved taking my design class and know it would be a good thing to take more but I can’t have a schedule like this again (it’s too erratic) and I want to be sure I can work out visits to see grandparents and other family (plus a real vacation would be nice, the kind with beaches and fruity alcoholic beverages).

Guess it’s a good thing I went ahead and got my mom’s gifts for her birthday on Friday at the same time as dad’s, just one shopping trip to send me into all kind of internal debates is enough for one week.

I’ll be more entertaining next time, promise.

tumble me

For your enjoyment, I decided to take all my little finds and inspirations and put them on a tumblelog. It’s almost like being witness to my stream of thought on a certain level because I get to post tidbits that I find interesting or that get my brain into a full gallop (which, honestly isn’t too hard seeing as this brain isn’t well-known for idling).

So, if you’d like to share in all the little things with me, check it out and follow along:
http://kwerk.tumblr.com

By the way, there’s a link at the bottom of this site to find me on tumblr along with one to follow me on twitter and others comprising a blogroll of sorts.

xoxo…