Epic Failing

This week could not have come to a slower or more painful end. After spending three days (Tuesday through Friday) in a training in which I basically overdosed on caffeine to keep myself from falling off my seat, Friday was a living hell. From the minute we opened at 9 am to fifteen minutes after we closed, there was a constant flow of people. I left with the feeling that it could only get better to arrive at the Jasmine to figure out that it could actually get worse.

First off, the credit card machines didn't work. ANNOYING. And secondly, everybody decided to eat Chinese food Friday night. Typically, we have three people up front and it is usually slow. The owner was serving tables which left me to seat and the other hostess to run all of the transactions. Plus, I didn't leave until 10 pm.

On the sunny side, I am off accutane and my face is actually healing. Hurray! Now if all the achy bones would go away...

"Don't date girls"

The most recent series of advice given to me by my brother is how I shouldn't date girls. This is usually followed by a list of people he deems to be a "girl." I have to say, the past two weeks have been nothing but interesting when it comes to men. A longtime friend who I see for a couple of weeks and then disappears for six months, has started his six month Ashley sabatical again. All I have to say is... delicious.

The next instance is one that I take as less of a joke. No names but this is how it went down.... I was going on dates with a guy pretty frequently. I would say at least once a week. Then, the week before Valentines Day (not that the day matters because I'd rather NOT have a date on that day but I feel it significant to this story) he flat out stops talking to me. Two weeks later, he gives me a call and wants to go on a date. I agreed and then found out I had something else that I didn't have a choice but to go to. I told him the situation and asked to raincheck, saying I would get back to him on when was good. Following this, my world got crazy. And I didn't ever text him back...

Why do I tell this story? Because I JUST realized that it upset him. BUT my opinion is as follows: if you are interested in someone, don't wait half of a month to ask them out again. At least text and say hi or something. By the time he had even gotten around to asking me, I had completely moved on. Maybe, I forgot because my heart wasn't in it the second time around. He lost his chance. Sad thing is that this doesn't bug me in the slightest.

"Don't touch my grapefruit"

To start off, I would like to say that I spent the last two hours creating a budget for myself. This was started by two things. First of all, my class spent three hours talking about living by a budget and saving. Secondly, after looking at my bank statements for the last several months, it's quite clear that I cannot live within my means by spending the amount that I spend. And just so you can get a glimpse at my spending habits... $300 for food in one month. You add in my $250 car payment, gas, phone, gym, etc. and you can do the math. I am going to be better. I intend to have everything including my car paid off by the end of 2011.

My next bit for this post is how much I do not like it when people say they are going to do something and never follow through. I follow through. They should do the same. I am sick of random texts that ignore questions and I am sick of "I'll call you later" and when it comes around to me seeing that person it's like, "how come you are always too busy? Why do you hate me?" If I did swear, I would right here. Don't be a flake and turn it back on me. I am not the culprit.

Third on my mind is that of jobs. I work 50 hour weeks and get paid for 25. I have recently started aggresively looking for a job and I think the task will be quite tedious. My reasoning? I can't actually find another job until my internship is over. I can't be done with my internship until I have completed 480 hours, which will put me at the end of May to beginning of June because I still have bills to pay. June is not a good time to start a job. College students come home looking for jobs in April. I'm screwed.

My fourth topic is that of my car. On Friday of last week, I hit a curb VERY VERY hard. In fact, it wasn't really even a curb. It was the minituare wall that attempts to stop idiots like me from turning onto that area. If Colin hadn't been there, I don't know what I would have done. What's more is the luckiness of just replacing my tires and paying for insurance. I own a subaru. Nobody told me that when you buy and all-wheel drive car, you fall under the "break one tire, pay for four" rule. My next vehicle will be a grey truck with four wheel drive. Grey trucks appeal to me recently for some reason. Needless to say, I can't afford to run into anything else.

All in all, this week has been a good one. I spent time with people who I actually enjoy and I got the chance to relax for a bit. Tomorrow is Rock the U and I say bring it on.

Ice Blocking in the Dead of Winter

I have a cold. It is incredibly annoying.

This weekend was the K-Bull 93/Huntsman Cancer Foundation Radio-A-Thon. That was basically my life. I sat around and watched people answer phones, answered one call, picked up bottled water, picked up lunch, and sat around some more. Oh well. I needed the hours and I can't really complain. The K-Bull 93 people were incredibly fun to work with. The director of programming decided I was his Radio-A-Thon boyfriend. He is probably in his late forties and uses words like "Utahrd."

Last night after my ten hour day of Radio-A-Thon and then seeing Blind Side for the third time for Nathan's birthday, I went ice blocking with friends. This ended up being the ice getting thrown to the side and people sliding down without it. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. At one point, Catie was literally rolling down the hill and at another point, Joe grabbed Katie and they both shot down the hill. I didn't do a whole lot of sliding mostly because I was already freezing. However, when I did, I looked something like a caterpillar and my butt almost froze off. I think this is why I have a cold...

A Day of Blah

Today was incredibly blah-ish. I woke up incredibly tired and had to plan a lesson for my primary girls. At church, I would be teaching the lesson and completely forget what I was saying or occasionally even how to speak. Sufficeth to say, I made it through church alive.

The rest of my day has gone about the same way. I took a nap and dreamed about buying stuff off of people before they die and then receiving it after they do. It was all jewelry and pretty cool jewelry at that. I ate dinner, had an emotional breakdown, and have been putting labels on postcards since then. My emotional breakdown was caused from two reasons. The first reason is that I got basically no sleep last week. The second reason is that completing 480 in the next three months is freaking me out. I think I may have to go on anxiety medication. Sad.

Despite this, I continue to try to keep a positive attitude. My mother walked into my room yesterday with mint green towels for "when I move out." I think she is starting to enjoy that idea. I only hope that I can keep my job through the entire semester so that when I graduate, I am not jobless. Also, my dog is hilarious. Yesterday, he was freaking out as I blew bubbles in his face. This may very well be one of my new favorite pasttimes.

The End Leading to a New Beginning

This is hopefully the concluding semester of my undergraduate career. The following three months are going to be complete hell as I try to juggle a job as well as find the time to complete 480 hours of an unpaid internship. I figure that whatever happens, my life tends to be at least somewhat interesting and because of this, I'm going to document it. As I always say, there is no sanity to the chaos that is my life.