Forgive me readers, for I have been lazy. It's been three months since my last post.
Okay, not entirely lazy, but really busy. In January I went back to school. I am taking two classes in paralegal studies and they should have been one-night-a-week cake walks. My professor decided after week two to go back to working at a law firm and drop all but two of his classes. Wanna guess which two he kept? Neither of the ones I was in, so, it doesn't really matter. I'm still a little bitter. The professors the college replaced him with take up so much more of my time, it's hard not to be. Brandon complains that I'm always busy. My body is always complaining that it wants a nap. My brain is having just a little too much fun with all crap I have to do. The bright side is that I am doing really well in my classes. Go me!
Work is getting better. They are playing musical chairs with us at the moment: laying some people off, shuffling others around; but I get to keep my job, for now, and I am being given a lot more responsibility. I am really loving the challenge that it is presenting and if I get the opportunity to move up (salary position) I will take it. I love challenging myself and seeing how far I can go before it's time to find something more challenging. Side note: A perfect example of this was when I started line dancing; I learned so many dances that I had to keep a list in my phone just to remember which ones I knew. When I learned all the ones I wanted to know, I got kind of bored because there was no longer a challenge. Well, now that I no longer live near a country bar (my favorite one is 359 miles away), there is a challenge to learn the new dances when I actually do go. Wow, that was a long side note. Sorry guys.
Moving right along to: fitness. I try to go to the gym (zumba!) three days a week and ballet one day a week. I cannot get enough zumba in my life. The instructor is awesome, always has high energy. The classes last an hour and I want to give up after the first fifteen minutes. One night a week, the class goes for two hours. Now, I have gone three times and I have never made it the full two hours. I say "fuck it" after 90 minutes and throw in the towel. Actually, it's more like a grunt at that point and I walk out of class. Ballet is awesome, but I haven't been able to go in the last few weeks. That makes me sad because I love the way it makes me feel, but I do have my own ballet barre so if I ever got really depressed about it I could just practice in my living room.
Now on to current events:
On Friday, I was diagnosed with keratitis. I'm sure you're all thinking "WTF is that?". Props to any optometrists reading this who know what I'm talking about. For all the people who have no idea what that is, like me when I was told, I will give a quick run down of my particular situation. I have ulcers on my eyeballs. See, quick. Sometimes it feels like granules of sand under my lids but more the most part I am just extremely sensitive to light; it will take at least two weeks to heal. The sensitivity started on Thursday and I probably would have ignored it except that I couldn't keep my eyes open, or from watering, while driving; extremely dangerous. This weekend I was supposed to drive to California (five hour drive for me) and go with my bride friend and fellow bridesmaids and bridesman to Santa Barbara for her bachelorette party. The following day, today, I was supposed to be at another friend's wedding, whom I have known for 12 years. I could not drive, so I was unable to go. I normally do not throw myself pity parties, but today I did. I am beyond heartbroken that I missed out on two good friends' important life-events. They have been so understanding, but it doesn't make the anger and hurt I feel toward myself any less.
Enough with the depressing stuff. I can only wallow in my own sadness and self-loathing for so long before I tire of it.
Thanks for reading, till next time!
