A whole new world

So I started working part time this week. It is very different. I got up when I wanted, did some errands before work, then went to work and did some more errands after work.

Including emptying/cleaning my car. You never know the capacity of your trunk until it is strewn across your dining room floor. Damn.

Plus I bought too much corelle plates, and Tupperware and had to find out where to put them all in my tiny cupboards.

Plus David and I went to the gym together (d'awwww) and he made me do a killer leg workout. Ouch. My hamstrings are sore already. I don't know how tomorrow will pan out, but I am sure it will be bad.

Working part time....is a whole new world!

Average problems

Here is why it sucks to be average.

1: your printer doesn't care who you are. Because you are average and are nobody.
2: you have to punish yourself when you eat a whole bag of funyuns.
3: errands must all be done by you.
4: other people won't laugh at your jokes that aren't funny
5: curfews apply to you
6: greasy hair is not a reason to be late for work
7: you have to work
8: you have to do your own makeup
9: costumes you wear are bought with your own money, or made by your average hands
10: you only can avoid bills for 0days.

What I have learned from modeling

Here is what I have learned from my brief time modeling.

1: cameras may make you add 20lbs.
2: confidence removes 30lbs
3: typical model thin means no hips or intestines
4: most nude photography is nasty
5: many photographers want the nude pictures
6: you can say no to icky people.
7: body paint is amazing
8: modeling is a gateway for some people to swing, and that's disgusting
9: a good photographers raw imagines are not dramatically different than their finished products
10: no matter how awesome you think you look, the wrong photographer can make you look terrible
11: being comfortable around the photographer really makes a huge difference.

Mushy bananas

You know what love is? Love is watching Walking Dead on the couch and not being scared that the zombie will eat your face because your significant other is holding you. Love is waiting up for the other person in order to go to bed together. Love is smiling at all the right times and for all the unknown reasons. Love is that moment when you feel the whole universe is standing in front of you. Love is being able to see exactly what "nothing" is, and why it is what is wrong. Love is being able to stare into someones eyes and not realize how much time has passed. Love is the feeling of warmth you get when you smell your significant other's natural scent. Love is amazing. I hope I never fall out of it.

Typhoon flips cars and shit

So this weekend was another Typhoon. This one was a super typhoon, meaning it's super strong and super quick. It was so strong cars were tumbling over playgrounds, and doors were ripped off hinges. Strong shit.

Now, during all this I was SUPPOSED to be working on costumes and homework. Instead I watched Walking Dead and played Darksiders II.

So Sunday came and David and I ran to the store to buy a printer (I am one of the few weird people left who actually print out, highlight, and organize their sources for research papers. So we didn't have a printer and I couldn't do the paper during the typhoon. Shut up.) and I actually got a lot done in those four hours. But then I had to respond to a call out for one of the ATMs which decided to stop accepting deposits.

I drive all the way there, and we realize I don't have the updated key. So I got to go home and finish my paper. Then I didn't have any time to read my chapters.

Also, my husband is sexy and has a fine ass. He in no way helped me with this particular entry, and I am the one who wrote every single word.