Anyone else out there that would rather slam their head into a brick wall or contract some highly contagious disease than go to work each day? Only thing I haven’t accomplished on my goals for this year is to find a new job. It’s next on the list. Especially after a week of sun bathing on a beautiful beach …. the thought of going back to work made me nauseous this morning. Ok, that’s all in the whining department … on to the good stuff.
Last Saturday I went to St. Pete with Courtney for a blissful week of doing nothing but swimming and soaking in the sun and that is exactly what I did. Each morning began with a large cup of coffee out of my enormous Gettysburg coffee mug, accompanied with a tasty bagel lightly topped with veggie cream cheese – my new unhealthy obsession. After making breakfast I would shower, don my swimsuit, lather up in sunscreen and skip out to the pool with my towel and essentials like chapstick, drink, book, and towel. I was out by 11:30 a.m. at the latest every day and would relax by the pool and read my book until Courtney would drag her ass out of bed (usually when the maids came to clean the room around 1pm). We’d usually take a break from the sun around 2pm and go cook some gourmet lunches consisting of cereal, yogurt, hot-pockets, bagels, or mac ‘n cheese. Afterwards we would head out to the Gulf and float on our raft devices in the ocean waves. Courtney would put on her goggles and dive for treasures but usually only found sea slugs or sand-dollars. Last year we found really cool things like eight-legged star fish and evil crabbies, but this year was a bit less exotic in the creature finding department.
We’d usually call it a day in the sun around 4pm and head back to our room to shower and decide what to eat for dinner. Sometimes we’d go out to dinner or order pizza. Two of our evenings were spent hanging out with two guys who wanted in our pants and I found it amusing to send boys to our room to extract Courtney from bed at 9pm when she became depressed and decided that she needed to lay in bed all night. It is amazing what boys will do when they think they have a .01% chance of getting laid. Another highlight of my trip was being called a prude because I had no interest in taking off my clothes and getting it on, I just thought it was fun to make them taunt Courtney, plus it is not good friend-like to leave me alone with two horny boys while you lay in bed. I drank a lot of Yuengling and got drunk in the pool one night. That was amusing. I also learned that hang-overs don’t exist when you are at the beach, amazing.
Other than that, most nights were spend shopping or eating, usually home by 10pm where Courtney would proceed to play World of Warcraft and talk to her boy online until 4am. I would usually read and fall asleep early so I could get up and frolic in the sunshine. We watched the sun setting on the beach a couple nights when we were actually back by the time the sun went down. I took some really cool pictures of it.
I also experienced flying in an airplane for the first time. It wasn’t as awesome as I thought it would be. It wasn’t scary or freaky, and my ears popped so bad and got so plugged up that I thought I was deaf and that I’d be deaf forever. When the plane landed and my ears still refused to pop I started panicking a bit, fearing that my head would never release the pressure … and my head started feeling like it was going to explode. I learned to plug my nose and blow, and it was all better. Airports are confusing and I don’t like them much. US Airways has small dirty planes and I didn’t enjoy being crammed between people although I did like looking out windows at awesome clouds.
I got back on Saturday afternoon and I still haven’t unpacked. There is really no point to unpack since I’m moving in 4 days. On Saturday evening I went to Pittsburgh Mills mall with Bryan and got Raspberry Sherbert Dippin’ Dots and was in heaven. They’re my favorite ever and haven’t had them since I worked at Cedar Point … and that was 2001 so it has been a LONG time. We also went to see ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ one of the books I read over vacation. The movie sucked, don’t see it. But read the book, it is great. We also ate at Chili’s and we both had awesome food, mmmm.
I’m moving on Saturday. If you want to help, please do … it is much appreciated. Be here at 10am on Saturday morning in your moving gear. I do have Jaime and her boyfriend, and my brother (i think) on board for the move, so it should be fine. But I don’t know because I haven’t started packing and freaking out yet that I have too much stuff, although it is already in the back of my mind. If my brother gets out of bed and makes it here, he will also be bringing me my birthday present from my parents …. an air-conditioner for my bedroom with windows! Woo, I’m quite excited. I’m tired of being hot in this stinky apartment that smells like death all the time because upstairs guy poops in my vents. Ok, I’m becoming negative again. Wait …. woooo I’m moving! I just have to figure out where exactly I live. I’m dumb and may never understand Pittsburgh.
AND my birthday is on Friday so be ready for fun. Actually I have to work on Friday and I guarantee I’ll be in panic mode on Friday evening because half of my stuff is still unpacked and I have to have it out on Saturday morning. Oh and my landlord has yet to speak to me or even look at me since I wrote him a letter stating my departure plans. I don’t care either. I just want my f’ing security deposit back. We’re tentatively celebrating my birthday on Saturday evening with a bunch of Peeps at CBW so if you wanna stalk me you know where to find me.
And before I find something else to ramble about, I’m off to pack stuff. See ya all later 🙂
