Shanon’s Blog

How do you know it’s gonna be an interesting day? When you don’t hear your alarm go off 6 times and then when you wake up, it’s ten minutes after you should’ve left. Nothing like waking up with the first words out of your mouth are “Oh crap” (but a more upset word that I cannot put on here). On the up side I made it to work without getting a ticket.

I wish that I had a big and exciting weekend to tell you about, but I don’t. The truth is that I didn’t feel very good for a lot of it, so it was wasted on me laying on the couch or in bed a lot. There’s really nothing I could have done about that. It’s not like I was just being a bum and wouldn’t get off my butt. This morning I woke up feeling like crap all over again. I don’t know if I’m getting sick or if it’s just a girl thing or what, but I so don’t feel well. And it’s the worst kind of not feel well where my stomach just won’t quit. I won’t get into the details because that’s gross, but ugh it’s bad.

I’ve been watching this Justin Timberlake HBO special that I Tivoed over the past three days. I can’t get all the way through it, but I will say my goodness that guy has talent. I wish I had an ounce of his talent. He can sing, dance, play guitar, piano, and I think the drums. I taught myself how to play “When the Saints Go Marching In” on the keyboard and a single note on the guitar. I don’t really understand how it’s chosen who gets talent and who doesn’t, but I missed the boat. But then again I wonder if JT could write a Flo-Rhonda or a jingle like I can. He probably could…and probably even better…but I guess since I will never know for sure, I can keep the theory of his not being better than me at those things. But I’m not delusional enough to deny that he probably is better than me.

Keith and I spent some quality time together over the weekend. Went to Taco Bueno, but it wasn’t really us eating. It was more him. I had a Muchaco (but I was truly gagging as it went down) and he got the number 3 with extra, extra chips. I LOVE me some Taco Bueno, but I just didn’t feel good. He initially asked me to go and I said no, but then he got sad face and I realized that it had been a while since we had gone, so I said ok. I made him listen to my new cleaning CD. He gets so sick of my cleaning CD’s because he hears them over and over and over. Poor guy. And the worst part of it is that we just signed a new lease, so he gets to hear it until at least June 1, 2009. Our rent went up, which seems weird because I would think that it would go down. It’s like my 5^th lease with these apartments and every time I end up paying more than I did before. Is that baakwards or is that just me? I thought about maybe subletting Taylors old apartment for a minute, but I wouldn’t be able to have Keith come with me. So that idea didn’t last long. Then I thought about leasing it as a second place to stay when I didn’t want to make the drive home from work or whatever, but then I realized I can’t afford an extra rent check every month. So Keith is stuck with me for 12 more months. Awwww.

Things are pretty good in life still. My mom picked up two boxes of Chicken in a Biskit’s for me at Albertsons the other day. I have to go grocery shopping bad, but I don’t want to. I’d rather not eat than go buy stuff then stand in line and have to unload it and carry it upstairs by myself. Does that make me lazy? That was rhetorical….no need for posts saying that it does.