Uuuuugh I am 110% with this business plan!

And by that I don’t mean I have finished it. I mean I don’t even want to think about it ever again.

At least my nails look cute.

I guess I should mention it’s not the whole verbal part of it that I hate. It’s the financial math and shit. Literally, literally, makes my body ache when I look at examples. IDK what the fuck any of that shit means.

Let me also add that this class, which is centered around writing a business plan, did not teach me how to write a business plan. Okay? Okay.

Hashtags Are Addictive

1. I hate when I paint my nails and then I touch something and mess up my momentarily perfect manicure. #firstworldproblems

2. You know how sometimes after you interact with someone you feel really energized with positive energy? That happened to me tonight after my last customer and it was wonderful.

3. I just got an email from Facebook saying I’m included in a Class Action lawsuit, apparently. I think I might opt in. $$$ can’t hurt if the lawsuit wins.

4. I’ve recently discovered it is incredibly fun to tease one of our new tutors/library personnel. I can barely contain the opportunities. Or in other words, I can’t contain them.

5. I never expected conductive thread to feel so soft.

6. I need a magnifying mirror. Like at least 10x magnification. If I don’t end up going to my internship tomorrow, I think I’m going to go shopping for this.

7. Today I bought the Tanzanite ring I ordered at work and I’m in love with it. The clarity of the Tanzanites makes me really happy. #ballin’

If I Took You Home, It’d Be A Homerun.

Pretzels with honey mustard are the salty snack equivalent of lemon bars. I just spent my remaining 6 points of the day indulging in them and they were SO GOOD. I thought about using them up on half a marzipan bar, but decided pretzels and honey mustard were more what I was craving.

Anyway, so I went to Target to get some foam core board for my fashion design 2 presentation board and spent about an hour in there cause my graduated friend Joe was working and of course I had to stop and talk with him a while. I ended up getting, among other things, this fantastic banana yellow nail polish and those makeup sponge wedges. So, of course I had to try out the nail polish and that awesome ombre technique with the sponges, and I ended up with some pretty sweet looking nails if I do say so myself. The only downside is that Essie’s No Chips Ahead topcoat takes, literally, fucking hours to dry and I’m pretty sure I just messed up like 4 nails by scratching myself a few minutes ago. Unfortunately, I don’t have pictures of my awesome nails (yet!). But I will. I’m proud of them.

Speaking of fashion design 2 class – I’m like 75% done with my board. Thank SWEET baby Jesus. I gotta match my fabrics with Pantone colors and print that shit out along with a title and season and then glue everything down. And then I’ll just have to finish up my target market thing and make one of the garments I designed.  *Sigh* And yet, there is still so much to do. That tech pack for apparel production is gonna be a hefty piece of work…not to mention finishing those garments. My head is going to explode.

That’s it for tonight. I need to go write a poem before I pass out. Last night’s sucked pretty bad cause I was half asleep while writing it.

Oh, wait, Day 12: Describe a typical day in your current life.
I wake up in the AM. I get ready for school/work. I get there. I either go to class and then work, or spend 7 and a half hours working. This consists of sitting in front of a computer most of the time and browsing the internet. Occasionally I put books away and answer questions/help students out with various dilemmas/give advice/proof-read papers, etc. I also check-in periodicals and spend a decent amount of time talking to my bosses/coworkers, as well as HNI when he comes up. Then I come home and eat. And exercise. And do homework if I have any. And I get online and spend probably around 2 hours before bed checking on my various daily websites. And let’s on forget I update this baby every night. And then I either go to bed or read a chapter in a book/write a poem/write in my diary and THEN go to bed. That’s it.

P.S. Wondering about the title? Click me.

Oh Charming, Where Art Thou?

I have officially decided that it is too late to exercise today and I feel like a giant turd for this decision. Okay just kidding. I just spent the last 20 minutes doing the Zumba Flat Abs work out. That is pretty much my favorite work out of all of them. It’s simple, quick, and fun. I mean, all of them are fun, but I find this one the most fun.

Anyway, I took some pictures of my nails today. I featured these two photos over on Vivography, but I thought I’d share them here for any of you who don’t know or haven’t been to Vivography yet. Essie Shine of the Times with Essie No Chips Ahead topcoat.

And now, for an introspective look into my continuously nonexistent lovelife:

I know I’ve talked about this before, but since it’s latched itself onto my brain for the past…god knows how long, my every thought is infected. I loathe it. I’ve been living this existence of love-limbo and I’m absolutely sick of it. Today while I was walking into school I remember thinking that whenever I get this frustrated, I have a tendency to start making moves in the hopes that something will finally work. And it never does. And I either get heartbroken or so discouraged that I entirely give up on any hope of love in my life, ever.

Yet somehow, someone inevitably always walks onto my horizon and pulls me out of it. And the cycle begins again. And it never ends the way I want it to. It’s like God or fate or what have you is playing this disgustingly cruel joke on me. Let’s me grab a finger, but never the whole hand. As if the whole hand is too high a privilege. As if it were poison. But I’m already drinking the poison. I’m addicted to it.

Perhaps that’s my folly. Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s part of the whole problem. I have to learn to let go so I can let these things come to me. Yet my ever-optimistic side has always and forever been holding on to the hope, to the idea, that maybe sometimes I have to chase these things. Except that I have always chased these things. And given up. And chased again. Repeat, repeat, repeat. How can I break something so ingrained in me?

Just swipe me off my feet, charming.