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Another reminder it is March, ANTS are in my apartment AGAIN. If you don’t recall the trauma it gave me last year, please feel free to read about it here. Last year was horrible really. I thought that they were crawling on my while I was trying to fall asleep, I had nightmares about them, they literally took over my apartment and I was so close to calling an exterminator to get rid of them. I was prepared for it this year. New ant traps were set out last month in preparation for the attack. There is really nothing I can do … I live on the ground floor and they come in from outside. I can’t put ant traps outside because the area that they come in from is fenced off and someone else owns the other half of the house … and I don’t know that it would really help. I hate having to murder anything, even ants, but they aren’t allowed in my living quarters! Anyways, the first sign of the attack began this morning in my bathroom. Last year I didn’t pay too much attention to a few ants, but then a week later the amount had seriously multiplied by 1000. Don’t ignore three or four ants. You’ll be VERY sorry if you do.

Although I’ve already claimed January and February as my least favorite months, I am adding March onto it. Unless something awesome happens in March that will forever change my life, I will continue to hate March. GRRR!

In other news, nothing. I hate my blog.

THE END.

In light of having the worst day in quite some time, I am dedicating the rest of this post to talking about good things. In no particular order, I resolve to list five things that are awesome and have happened in the last few days.

1. Yesterday I went shopping and got a bunch of stuff on sale at Kauffmann’s because they are going out of business. I have no idea why they are going out of business, but I took advantage of the 60-80% off sale and bought myself some new bras, a purse, and a cool shirt for under $30, woo! And my friend got a dress that was like originally $160 for $13.

2. I bought a feather-bed and new sheets for my new bed and my bed is like heaven. My sheets are made out of pima cotton and they are a 400 thread-count. Please, I know nothing about cotton or thread-counts but I wanted something really comfortable so I bought them and must say that even though they weren’t insanely expensive, it is the most I’ve ever spent on sheets. I also bought a feather-bed for on top of my mattress and I love it. My new bed was really firm and hard and I was used to my cushiony saggy bed or my cushiony couch and honestly, I was sleeping a lot better in my new bed, but sometimes I felt like I was laying on the floor because it was so hard. Anyways the feather-bed and new sheets make the bed awesome. Last night was the most amazing sleeping experience I’ve had in a long long time.

3. On Saturday I went on a date with someone I like A LOT and we went to a place called the Funny Bone at Station Square. The show was really funny although our waitress was kind of scary and mean. Afterwards we walked around and took some pictures of Pittsburgh and I found out my new camera doesn’t like night pictures either, but that isn’t what really matters. It was like the perfect night, I had a great time.

4. I logged onto my credit card account today and found out that they just doubled my limit so I decided to transfer the balance of my Dell Account onto it. It isn’t that much and I should just pay it off, but it is so annoying and the interest rate is high, so yay … now I can accumulate more debt if I choose to and I can close that dumb Dell Account. But I’m not really going to accumulate anymore debt hopefully. My goal is actually the opposite.

5. It was 76 degrees today according to the temperature/clock at Eureka Bank. I went to lunch with my boss and we were like ‘yay summer!’ Then we started talking about Florida and how he is going next week. And then Pittsburgh suddenly sucked again. But for that very brief moment, I enjoyed Pittsburgh in March. Of course it will be cold tomorrow and rain for the next two months and I’ll be in a rain coma, but again … for a moment, it was good!

It’s been a long week. I had a successful work event the other night and got to be photographer extraordinare with my new camera. I’d post pictures but the whole work / blog thing exists so that isn’t a good idea. Anyways, I’m alive. I don’t feel like writing anything or doing anything. Here’s an ugly picture of me except my hair is awesome, except it needs to grow faster. I’ve been using new shampoo that definitely brings out the natural highlights in my hair. I hope my hair never turns grey, I don’t ever want to dye my hair again, it makes it smell funny and look dumb. Unfortuantely I don’t have the motivation to photoshop a hot guy or a sunny beach into the picture. That would just depress me anyways, not that thinking about it doesn’t already depress me, and that’s the truth. Goodnight.

But I tried … here’s a picture of my new table 🙂

I just totally freaked out. I went online to my checking account and noticed that there was about $400 less than there was supposed to be. I don’t really keep that much money in my checking account because I don’t have a lot of money and because any spare change that I can accumulate either pays off debt or goes into my savings account. I try to distribute evenly. Anyways, my bank cashed my rent check twice in one week. They cashed it on the 23rd and again on the 27th. I got paid on the 28th, but because after cashing my rent once and not being paid yet, I did not have the amount of my rent in my checking account so I also got charged a $32 overdraft fee. My online account is cool though. They scan my checks, so any check has a little picture button beside it and I can look at a copy of my actual check. So after looking and realizing that they cashed my check twice I called the bank and was upset. But I didn’t yell. I just asked them to fix it, and the customer service lady was awesome and told me I was absolutely right and that everything would be refunded today. And I have money because I was paid, but still … I am missing a big chunk of it and I have bills to pay. Ughh, at least it is Friday!

My name is in the newspaper. So is all of my contact information so stalkers can find me. I hate that. I hate that. I hate that. Did I mention … I hate that? I don’t know why, it is barely mentioned, and it isn’t even in a newspaper that anyone I know personally (besides people I work with) will read, but still … I just want to have a different name. Nobody else in the world has my name, I can’t even be confused with anyone. If you see my name, its me. If you see anyone with the same last name as me, we’re related. The chances of that are slim though. I have few relatives. We just don’t grow. I don’t know why. I think I’m going to start going by a different name and introduce myself as Juanita Nachita. Then nobody can research me. I know I’m way too paranoid about it, but I know things I shouldn’t know, that people don’t know that I know. I don’t want anyone to know things without my knowledge about me that I have not approved them to know. It’s ok. It is Friday.

I don’t have any bad news but everytime I get excited and talk about something good I jinx myself and something bad happens to the good thing that I just wrote about. I did get new furniture that is awesome. I got a glass coffeetable that I have painfully tried to decorate but I’m doing such a bad job. My new bed is awesome. I sleep in it EVERY NIGHT and I haven’t slept this good in a long time. I really love my new bed. I didn’t get a dresser because it was way too huge and I wouldn’t be able to store it right now, but I got a small nightstand with drawers but it needs painted. I have paint that will perfectly match my comforter but I haven’t decided if I’m buying a new comforter yet, so I am holding off on painting it until I figure out my bedroom theme. My comforter is a pretty magenta kind of color. Not red, but not purple, I really like it … on my bed that is.

One time I dyed my hair this burgandy color but it ended up more like magenta and Julie told me that my hair was the same color as her grandma’s car. Of course I was fifteen then, so it was ok to have fake red hair and look ridiculous. But face it, nobody has burgandy hair and the only people who can pull it off are Kate Winslet and Debra Messing. My hair is so awesome lately, I never realized what an expensive hair cut and really good shampoo could do for my hair. And I guess I should thank the girl at my hair salon who convinced me that I needed to get all of my hair chopped off in order to make it grow beautifully. It is rather nice right now, despite all the static electricity. Well that is all I care to talk about right now. I’m off to do something other than sit around on the computer and read the same archives on my website from August and September over and over again. I don’t actually do that, but someone sure does.

Last night:

Jaime and I also beat the boys’ at beer-pong because we kick ass. Then they turned around and beat us by getting all the the balls in the cup before we even got our first turn. I was mad. I would have taken pictures but since I lost my beer several times, lost my camera, and my purse … well that didn’t happen. Oh well. I thought someone might enjoy the picture of Jaime spanking me with the paddle, hehe. Now I must shower, find food, and await my new furniture. Expect updates later!

Today was draining. I had to be at work at 7:30 and everything was going wrong today. I spent the afternoon at a funeral out near my hometown for someone I work with … her mom died. She is a year younger than me and has already lost both of her parents and basically has to take care of everything. She is the oldest child in her family and I just have to give her credit, I feel bad. I don’t know if I could handle it. I’m lucky to have both of my parents, and two grandparents.

I want tomorrow to be over, I’m so happy I only work until 3 on Friday’s. I plan on spending my afternoon/evening at the laundromat. Sorry if that isn’t your idea of a fun Friday night. On Saturday I have a dinner date at Aladdin’s and I’m excited because I really like the food. Then I’m going to a part-ay where I plan to get drunk since I hardly ever get drunk and well … it is better than sitting around and being bored and un-drunk. On Sunday my new furniture is arriving, wooo! I’m getting a Queen bed, a coffee table, and I think a dresser. You know I’ll take pictures. I’m trying to squeeze in some time this weekend to go bed sheet shopping at Macy’s but I don’t really picture it happening. So I’ll probably still be sleeping on the couch Sunday night. Hopefully the bed will fit into my bedroom!

I’ve also made plans to go back to St. Pete Beach this summer with my only single friend left in the world. Everyone else goes on vacation with their significant others, but since I’ll probably be single for the rest of my life, I don’t have that option. Not that I care. I had a kick-ass time last year and can’t wait to go back. It was funny, because last week I was talking to Julie and said I wonder if Courtney will ever call me again. Then I saw her on Saturday, and today she called me to make vacation plans. And it is so weird, because I feel like I was just at the beach with her like 3 months ago. Damn, it is February. Of course I’ve kind of been in this foggy haze for the past few months. Or maybe I’m just getting old. Time is going by way too fast though.

I seriously need to get a good night’s sleep. Instead I sleep on a couch, toss and turn all night, set my alarm for 5am and hit snooze about 343 times before actually getting up. I know that this is a full two hours where I could be resting in a deep sleep instead of being interrupted every nine minutes by my british siren alarm on my cell phone, but that is the way it has to be. It is a psychological thing. If my alarm clock went off for the first time at 7am and I had to just get out of bed and do the morning dance, I’d be miserable and depressed. I actually love waking up at 5am knowing I can sleep for two more hours. I pull the blanket back up over my head and wonder back into dreamland. There have been days when I have accidentally shut off my alarm clock and fallen back into a deep sleep until 8am or so … and when I wake up and realize I have to jump up and get a three second shower, I just want to die. I am grumpy until at least noon when that happens. Anyways, I’m hopefully getting a new bed this weekend, so maybe that will help.

I really want to give a recap of my weekend and post all the awesome pictures I took with my kick-ass new camera, but I’m dedicating the rest of my evening to getting my photo site up and running. I know I mentioned it like a month ago, but I’ve been extremely frustrated with every single photoblog program I install. I want to host the pictures myself, and I’m determined to do it. I’ve tried everything. Gallery 1, Gallery 2, Pixel Post, WordPress Photo Templates … the list goes on and on. I’m frustrated because everything looks horrible and the navigation sucks. I’m not a photoblogger, I just want to put every single picture I own onto something that you can actually navigate through. But I find that when I actually manage to organize the photos, once I click on one picture, the navigation goes to hell. I’m just very unhappy and in disbelief that something this simple fails to exist. So now I’m trying something called iPAP. It is actually pretty cool. I like the navigation and kind of has a blog look and feel to it. So I’m fervently working to upload all of my pictures and get it looking half decent. I’ll keep you updated.

So my weekend is going to be filled with fun hopefully. I am going out tonight and tomorrow night, and I don’t plan on remembering most of it. I’ll take my camera along for reminders … but I’m not holding back on the potential to have some fun. Because life is short, and I need to get the hell out of my apartment. Because it smells.

I hated that stuff anyways, but now the apartment stinks like one horrible memory that really never goes away. Maybe it will smell like this forever. Maybe I’ll have to move to get rid of it. July 31st. I came back from the beach and spent the rest of my vacation with my boyfriend at the time, who presented me with an entire set of Ralph Lauren perfume. It wasn’t the stuff I really wanted, but it was nice. It didn’t smell that great, but I wore it. Now it is shattered all over the bathroom floor. Maybe I should just burn everything that reminds me of him and my apartment will smell like fire. I think smelling fire would be better right now.

Sometimes I think the sick feeling in my stomach will never go away … I’m fine for days and then something happens and I remember the boy who told me in mid November that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, that he loved me, that he wanted us to move in together … only to have a new girlfriend nine days later. And when I started seeing someone in December I got bitched at about it, called a hypocrite … and all I can think about is that he was off hanging out with another girl all fall while I wore that dreaded perfume because I loved him. I hate the way I cringe when I hear someone say his name … not his personally, but anyone with the same name. Don’t take it the wrong way, I’m fine … it is just that sometimes stupid things make me want to scream. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop being angry. Mostly angry at myself for believing that I had the best guy in the world.

And there is something significantly wrong with every single person I try to meet or get interested in. Ughh .. I used to think I was lucky and that I just found good people to be in relationships with. I never understood women who were constantly going on dates and always saying how much guys sucked. Or how shady they were. But now I know it is true. Unfortunate for me. I just don’t click with anyone, it is getting harder and harder to meet anyone who gets me at all. Maybe I should become a high maintenance bitch, get a little dog, and only eat tofu and raisins. Hmmm …

God, I’m sick. I think I’m going to have to move outside where it smells like garbage.

Anyways, this weekend has a large potential to not disappoint me. Oh, I’m quite sure it won’t. Tonight I’m going out to a party and a Reggae Bar that I’ve never heard of but it sounds fun. Tomorrow night I’m going to a slumber party and brunch on Sunday. And I might get a chance to put my new camera to use, so I’m excited.

I have to go get sexy and ready, and eat some food. And set my bathroom on fire.

Wooo, it’s Valentine’s Day. I don’t have a Valentine and I really don’t care. Now that all that is out of the way, I’m going to talk about how lovely it is to receive Valentines Day presents from weird strangers.

This morning I was going about my business at work and the security guard called me to let me know that I had a visitor. The security guard never bothers to tell me who it is, so I just figure it is one of the usual people coming to bother me or give me something. As a side note, the place I work is highly secure, and every visitor must sit in the lobby until I come down the steps, walk through the many protected doors and retrieve the person, claim this person as my guest, and promise to take full responsibility for said individual . This is rather stupid because many of the visitors are frequent ones that everyone knows well, and it is just annoying.

So I get downstairs and see this demented smiling woman in the lobby who says ‘Jessica, I just wanted to come over and give you a Valentines Day present!!!!’ She was really cheery, in a scary way … and I had no clue who she was. She gave me a glass candle in the shape of a heart and I thought she was going to hug me! Then she proclaimed that she was a new sales manager at the hotel next door, that she had found my name in the database, and that she just wanted to come over and say hello and let me know that she could get me a big discount the next time I book a room next door. So this girl was like way too excited about her new job … and she scared me. I told the security guard not to let her back in EVER again (unless she has more presents for me). Geesh. So that was my Valentines Day present. It is now sitting on my coffee table. It is kind of pretty. Thank you scary woman.

Right now I’m eating a piece of heart shaped chocolate that I received from my friend at work. We had a discussion at work today about how men suck. She is celebrating her first Valentines Day as a single woman in quite some time, and I’m celebrating not having a guy period. Guys suck, and if they didn’t, I’d have a big bouquet of flowers and a pink teddy bear or other cute stuffed animal right now. Maybe I’d be out at dinner or sitting here enjoying the company of my handsome guy. But since men simply suck and don’t like me, I’m not. Not that this only has to be on Valentines Day or anything … I’d like it any day. But that isn’t going to happen because apparently I am not smart enough to find one of those guys. I won’t say I’m not good enough, because that would be putting myself down and I won’t do that today. Because I went to see “The Vagina Monologues” this weekend with my friend and I learned that so many women have issues with their vaginas. I love mine, it is great … its cute and sexy, and well … I don’t really want to share it with anyone else anyways. And if I had a guy I suppose I’d be expected to do that. Oh yeah, and that piece of chocolate I just ate is perhaps the most delicious chocolate I’ve ever tasted in my life. I want some more.