Went to Disneyland this weekend. Amazing time.
Fucked up my foot somehow, can't walk on it. Worst pain ever. Terrible time.
Albuquerque tonight! The airport will suck with that whole "not being able to walk" thing, but it shall be a gloriously wonderful stay.

Now to pack and take lots of pain medicine. Weee!

So I finally went through the task of cleaning out my closet. A few garbage bags later and I have like no clothes. Which, part of me is like yay I'm too small for these clothes, and the other part is like, um, what am I to wear? Some of the stuff has been sitting in there for quite awhile untouched, but I find it hard to part with fat clothes sometimes. They're like a security blanket. But still. Also, slightly annoyed because some of the things were worn like once or twice. Seems like a waste. There needs to be a website for like, clothes trading for people working on losing weight, because buying clothes for the many sizes you can go through is fucking lame.

In other news I'm feeling very crafty as of late. I'm thinking I might make a headboard for my bed. Pictures will be posted if it doesn't look like ass.

Lastly, I will be visiting my bestest friend in all the land in October for Halloween! Yay! So Albuquerque, I return to you once more. Land of much spicey food that I will want to throw at my face. And now to make a list of possible spooky funtivities to engage in while I am there.

You bet your ass I'm counting down the days to October. Best. Month. Ever.

Much to update on, but I'm tired. So for now I will share something that the techie in me is tingling over:

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Not much is new. I've still been going to work 8-6pm, then to the gym, then home to do more work. Not exciting, but productive for the chunks of money I've been making. I'm currently driving a brand new FJ Cruiser. It's giant. Layth and I switched cars, as he needed something more fuel efficient for the time being. It's such a man car. Hoping to visit Mal in October sometime. I'm proud to say that I'm STILL growing my hair out. I've managed to not give into the urge to chop it all off like I normally do. It's about shoulder length, and the goal is to get it around boobie length. We'll see if that happens. Watched the first season of Legend of the Seeker. I want to lick that guy's stomach. So much shirtless sword fighting. I looked him up on IMDB, and under "Additional Details" where it says "Plot Keywords" is the phrase "Bare Chested Male." Awesome.


I've neglected a lot of things due to my current schedule, but September is looking like it's going to be a different kind of month. I hope.

So I've bee without internet for awhile because I moved into an apartment in SB and they haven't had a chance to hook up my internet yet. I SHOULD have it at some point tomorrow. And it shall be glorious. My apartment is tiny. And expensive (well...relative to ABQ), but it's a minute away from work, my gym, my bank, food, shopping, freeway. So it all works out. No AC though. Fucking bad idea. The heat, my god the heat. I have a system of fans set up. Still. Sweating occurs.

Anyway, this is how awesome I am. I found the place and looked at it after work one day 5 minutes before their office closed. I was told there were already 5 applications in for the apartment and that I probably would not get it. I picked up an application anyway, and returned the next day and said, "I know there's 5 people with applications already in, but I make the required income without a cosigner, here's my paycheck stubs to prove it, here's my previous references from landlords. I can pay the security deposit and first month's rent in cash today. Let me know." One hour later I get a call that the apartment is mine (sorry 5 other people), sign the lease, pick up the key, then fill the apartment with free furniture using my craigslist skills. It was a busy ass day. But it shall tide me over until I can move my stuff down, which will probably be next week sometime.

My days are long. I go to work. Go to the gym. Come home and work. Then crash. BUT with the money I'm making I should be able to save up for Med/Grad school way more quickly. Plus, I'm away from the craziness that is Deena/Matt/Parents. I hated the job the first week, because no one explained anything, and the mornings (GAH 6AM), but now it's kind of nice being on a regular schedule.

So. I may try to catch up with all your LJ posts and such, but if not, I hope all of you are still alive and happy/healthy/all that jazz. <3

I was driving around with my brothers yesterday and Layth being..well...Layth. Said something about DVDA. Noori looked confused and said "What is that?" and I turned to him and was like "...Really?" to which he said "I've never heard that term before in my life." An hour later we turned on the TV and I caught a split second glimpse of Arnold and a young Alyssa Milano and said "Ah, yes. Commando." Layth responded "What's that?" I gasped and looked over at Noori expectantly and he said "Oooh Commando! 'Get to the chopperrrr' " and I was like "No. That's Predator," then turned back to Layth. He shrugged, "Never seen it." It all made me a little sad. I think I've spent too much time around guys.

In other news that you really don't need to know. I haven't really pooed in about 5 days. I feel weirdly gross. So a few days ago I started eating prunes. Then taking fiber supplements. Then I took an herbal tea laxative. Then I tried eating a fatty burrito (nothing makes me poo like mexican food) and still nothing. I was pregnant with poo. So I took multiple laxatives today (which is something I had wanted to avoid) and still...not a whole lot of progess. There was some. But not 5 days worth. So tomorrow may be a Fleets Phospho Soda day, or something like it. That's the stuff they make you take when you're getting a colonoscopy to "flush your system". My body is being ridiculous. And on top of that it's period time, which means headache time. Oh, and I start work Monday. It's going to be fun waking up at 6 to work when I don't even want to move.

Moving, yet again. Except hopefully with slightly less (heavy) stuff. Got a second job in Santa Barbara which I start Monday. So it looks like it's back to "normal people" hours for me. While I figure out my new living situation (debating a house full of people, or a studio) I may be crashing with 3 college boys (reminiscent much?) for a month or two. It's a super cheap sublet, like, whoa cheap, for the area, especially with me having my own room. I wondering if this "pack up and move on a whim" thing is going to become a trend. Here's to hoping it won't.

I watch Supernatural. Just watched the "Ghostfacers" episode. "You gotta go be gay for that poor dead intern." Best line ever maybe? I think so.

Is it wrong that I kind of wish that was an actual show?

Totally one of those days.

So Ron and I are possibly hanging out Saturday before I leave for Santa Barbara. Which means we *might* finally get to have a jam session. It's been far too long. I've been trying to think of songs that would be fun to cover but as usual....massive fail. If they don't immediately sound like ass I may try and record some on my crappy laptop mic. Yay! Random songs that have popped into my head "In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins (yesssssss!), "Broken" by Seether, "Hemorrage" by Fuel, "Mudshovel" by Staind, "Gone" by Kelly Clarkson, "Come Together" by The Beetles, "Plush" by STP. I dunno. I'm pretty much planning on sucking hardcore, especially since I haven't done vocal exercises in about 5 years. But it should be fun. If you have ideas throw them my way.

Sometimes I'll see people. At a show, at a coffee shop, shopping... and I'll instantly be drawn to them. They could be alone, or with friends. Being loud, or sitting silently. And I'm hit with this weird urge. I can't stop looking at them, even though I'm fairly certain me just staring is creepy. It's not a sexual attraction. They don't have to be doing anything particularly interesting. I just randomly get hit by their presence when I'm in their perimeter. It's almost an unavoidable bodily reaction. I want to talk to them. But I don't. I'm intrigued by the feeling too much. And I'm almost certain talking to them would ruin it.

Which makes me wonder. Am I that way to some people? Is that why random strangers talk to me all the time? And do I end up ruining it?

I just spent the last 30 minutes ranting about my life in a sleep deprived manner and the entry was lost.

Hate.

But for now. John made me get a twitter. Name = ImWayAwesome

We'll see how much I use it.

So I've been avoiding playing world of warcraft for yearsssss. Yes, I tried to get on the beta testing for it when it was first launching but that was a long time ago. Since then I swore I would stay away from mmorpgs as I get sucked into them to a ridiculous degree, and I rather enjoy having a life outside of my computer. But, Mal recently started playing, and in order to appease her in my move back to California I have agreed I would play. This weekend it begins. I hope I can break free from its glorious clutches and limit my playing time. Otherwise my skin will breakout, I won't shower, and I'll gain 20 pounds. Such is WoW. Wish me luck.

Also, why must Macs be so pretty? Damn you apple. Everytime they come out with something new I want it. I've been wanting a Macbook for forever. And if the prettiness wasn't enough they have rad programs like garageband, which would be like crack for me and my wannabe super rockstar fantasy.

Random things I must accomplish in the coming days:

• Get a membership to the sports center
• Bring some sense of sanity and organization to my parent's house
• Start writing up my notes on the novel I'm reading
• Get my business license and all that crap changed over to California
• Finish moving in and organizing my stuff
• Convince my sister she won't die if she exercises
• Not have a breakdown (again) from dealing with my mom
• Figure out what I'm taking to/and doing in Paris
• Learn how to speak French (heh)

I'm going to Paris. Yay!

I'm going to be staying a few nights here: http://www.novotel.com/gb/hotel-3546-novotel-paris-tour-eiffel/index.shtml

Hopefully the walking everywhere will counteract the eating of mass amounts of French cuisine.

Also, I took the worst passport photo ever. Why must I be so non-photogenic?

Also, also, I must learn how to say things besides "Oui" and "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi".

So we got the flooring in, and it looks pretty. I'll try to post pictures at some point. I'm just glad it's done, however there seems to still be a million things left before the room is done. Ugh. Now that my mom has seen the pretty painted ceiling, and the pretty new floor, and the ugly old walls together she's agreed to let me paint the horrendous wood paneling. It's not drywall, but it's a start. She said I can paint one wall (ridiculous) but I'm sure once she see's it she'll let me do the rest. So minus the walls the studio is looking pretty good!

And here are some motherly gems:

We were talking about genes and such and she said "Well you got my fat round stomach, and your dad's thunder things, and big ass." Classy as always. But I wasn't sure if I should be mad, because I was just so happy that she thinks I have a big butt. Later I was relating the story to Noori, and she was in the car and at the end she said "Yeah so basically Laila has the worst of both genes HAHAHAHA." Oh mother. How delightful you are. To be fair, this is the dynamic of my family and has been forever. Some are more sensitive, some have stopped doing it. Layth seems to be the one that neeeeever stops ragging on people (including my mom) but he does it in such a way that it's annoying, but not wholly offensive.

She also said and I quote "Laila, I could take you in a fight." Ok first off...who says that? It's just weird. Second, no. You can't. And if she really thinks so then my god, how must I appear in her eyes? She's almost 60 and I'm in my 20s, not to mention fairly tall. I just don't get her. Maybe in a sumo style battle she could win by bouncing me around with her stomach, but yeah. My mother is strange. I love her. But she's strange.

So I just noticed I have like 200 contacts in my phone, and I talk to maybe...5 people. That's kind of sad. Most of those numbers are probably old anyway. So goodbye random phone numbers from high school and college. We'll see how many legitimate numbers I'm left with, and how sad I get. For some reason removing numbers like that random DJ who gave me a CD and his number in the mall parking lot telling me to call him to see where he was mixing (I never did) seems important to have (I will never call). I guess they have stories to them, but what's the point? Enough of my rambling.

Counting calories is crap. Not in the sense that it doesn't work, but in the sense that it's annoying. What annoys me more is trying to find that perfect caloric intake that will maximize my metabolism, without taking in too many calories, and without going into starvation mode. Yes, I know how to calculate my BMR and all that. I know how many calories I need to take in to maintain my weight. I know how many calories I shouldn't go under. But finding that right number, and the right amount of exercise to maximize weight loss seems like a bit of a guessing game. I'll see how this week goes and adjust after that I supposed. I finally calculated how many calories I had been eating the past few days and it was a good 500 under where I should have been at. I'll get this right at some point.

Also, it's slightly daunting to know that there are about 3,500 calories in a pound. Blah.

The studio is coming along. Slowly. My mom is incredibly frustrating to work with. Layth came up this week and he's helping with it, and his patience is already gone. Welcome to my world brother. It's been one day. I've been working on that room with her for like 3 weeks. So yes, the crazy continues.

So my brother and I just had a fat kid moment. I had just stepped into the main room, and he was taking a nap in his room. All of a sudden I hear some music off in the distance and I listen for a second, and then say to myself "....Icecream?". Five seconds later my brother bursts from his room in a slight jog saying "Gooo gooo goooooo!" and grabs his shoes, and I grab my money and we're running out the door. The truck is down the street and he's like "RUN!" and we start taking off after it, but it's obvious the truck is not going to stop. We look at each and simultaneously say "THE CAR!" and we run back to my car and hop in and take off after it hoping to cut it off. We follow it to the dog park up the street where it pulls over. My brother hops out real fast to pick out some ice cream delightfulness, and then hops back in with a big grin on his face. "That was the best ice cream truck I've ever seen! They had EVERYTHING.....we should have brought more money.

So worth it.