It was just one of THOSE days....

Yup. That's the only way to describe it. One of those days where nothing worked. I get alot of those. I was even trying to just calm down and relax by making one of the bracelets I know how to make out of embroidery floss...but alas it got so knotted up & tangled that I accidentally broke one of the strands so I had to scrap it. It's too difficult to somehow add another string.

I don't want to blame the weather but I'm going to. It was like 80's degrees today, hot, and I actually got a tan and a sassy lil tan line now that won't disappear til probably January. It was aslo in the 50's last week. Um...Weather...PLEASE MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!! On Friday it danced with the idea of rain or not and then when you realize Oh it's not going to rain, it pours. And of course I didn't have an umbrella and it was the day I decided to straighten my hair. It was funny, I left a bar I was at for pizza down the street, then came back to the people I was with and had curly hair from the rain.


Maybe I'm Bridget Jones. Yeah know from, "Bridget Jones's Diary". I have a diary, I used to work for a publishing company, I'm a horrible public speaker, I would totally watch my bf sleep if he was as cute as Mark, I have a best friend who used to call me at work from the bathroom and cry about a guy named Rick like her friend, I had a guy who I thought was Mark who wound up being Daniel Cleaver read my diary, I definitely have an inner monologue going on constantly in my head, I will wear those jumbo under garments to suck in my tummy, I have a Daniel Cleaver(Hugh Grant), I try not to think about Daniel Cleaver(The Mess) but fail, I will sing out loud to "All by myself" in my car, I don't know where Germany is, I have self-help books, I probably will always have a tummy, I can't cook and would totally serve blue stew, I'll go on the treadmill at the gym and I have fallen when I got off of it(omg it was soo embaressing), I actually have done a tour video with a certain Daniel Cleaver counterpart, and like her some days things just don't work.

But I was never sent to a Thailand prison. hehe. And I don't think I've found my Mark yet. le sigh.

This thought kinda striked me the other day. You know the expression "24 hour Party?" Well it occurred to me that I am in fact 24 years old and um...where is the 24 hour party that I would think would come with this age???? It's been rough, real rough. I'm kinda trapped in this middle of child/adult. People know I'm young but they don't realize how old I actually am. I had a lady last week when I was looking at condos tell my mom the following: "Oh we don't allow children in the building" so I responded, "Well what age do you constitute as a child?" The lady kinda stuttered wordlessly for a moment and then said, "Well how old are you?" I said "24". She was like "Oh I guess your not a child really." People sometimes don't know when to keep their mouths shut. "...Not a child really." When did 24 become kinda not a kid? I thought that was 21? or 18? Maybe the woman was inhaling her marker fumes all day. Well I don't think I'm child but I will say I'm becoming & learning to be an adult, thank you very much bitchy real estate woman.

24 for me is becoming a trial. Trial and Error. Today was definitely Error. Bridget Jones had 2 happy endings to both the movies. I'd like just one small happy ending, please. I hope that's not asking for too much. (The images are via Imdb.)


"Do you know what people did in the old days when they had secrets they didn't want to share? They'd climb a moutain, find a tree, carve a hole in it, whisper the secret into the hole and cover it up with mud. That way, nobody else would ever learn the secret... " - 2046