So, for the first time ever in my life, I got a nose bleed. I was watching "Criminal Minds" and it just started bleeding. Why? I have no idea. I think it may have to due with it being a sign that I need to apply for the FBI, but they aren't hiring, so I'm kind of confused.
In other news, I bought Lady Gaga's newest CD. Not that impressed. Should I be proud that the first CD I purchased after my mission was "The Fame Monster", and the second was "Born this Way"?! I will probably love it after I listen to a million times. In all honesty, I did not like Britney's "Femme Fatale" after my first listen, but after dancing to it in the clubs, especially Pure, the gay club in SLC, I LOVE IT!
My life is still boring besides my job. I had a patient last week, not know who Michael Jordan was, and they are black. I literally split my time between working, going to the gym, eating, and sleeping. You would think I would have a six-pack by now, but sadly this is not the case. I keep trying to have an eating disorder, but then I get hungry. I have no will power anymore.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
HK Round 2
So, I'm alive. I forgot I had a blog. Sorry.
Life has been crazy. I'm in Utah. I'm working at the hospital. I lost 15 pounds. I went back to HK. I gained 5.
The royal wedding was amazing wasn't it? My mom has been talking non-stop about it for the past two months. She stayed up all night to watch it. Yes, she is where I get my pop culture obsession. She wants me to marry Prince Harry, because of his badboy-ness. That, and I would get to have a royal wedding that she could go to.
Other than that, life is pretty boring. I had a patient tell me today "Hey meanie, I will never, ever marry you." I said, "Good. That is a great idea". I love my job.
Life has been crazy. I'm in Utah. I'm working at the hospital. I lost 15 pounds. I went back to HK. I gained 5.
The royal wedding was amazing wasn't it? My mom has been talking non-stop about it for the past two months. She stayed up all night to watch it. Yes, she is where I get my pop culture obsession. She wants me to marry Prince Harry, because of his badboy-ness. That, and I would get to have a royal wedding that she could go to.
Other than that, life is pretty boring. I had a patient tell me today "Hey meanie, I will never, ever marry you." I said, "Good. That is a great idea". I love my job.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Update on My Life.
So for those of you who have no idea where I am. I have successfully made it back to Utah. I still don't have a place to live, but hopefully will move in this week.
I made the 15 hour drive with no problems. I did it ALL by myself. It was the first time I had been alone for that long since, before my mission. It gave me a lot of time to think and sing. My voice was almost gone at one point, because I kept turning the music up louder to cover my horrible singing voice.
The whole way down, I kept thinking "Why am I going back to Utah?!" The answer? I have no idea. I realized that I'm actually starting my life, and it scares the crap out of me. I'm a big girl now, not only in size. When did this get to be OK?!
I'm once again working at the hospital. Because it's been almost 2 years, I have to go through all of the training all over again. I pretty much want to kill myself. So, you should all be looking forward for stories to come. One of the new security guards looks like Leonardo DiCaprio (circa 1997) in a good way, so I'm pretty excited.
I have started tanning again, because my dad told me I was pretty in high school, which is when I used to tan. I lay in the tanning bed and the whole time think "I'm giving myself cancer, I'm giving myself cancer. I'm cooking myself alive!" It makes for a pretty miserable 15 minutes, when I think of all the statistics. For example, every time you go tanning you increase your chance of getting cancer by 75%. I went and bought sunscreen, so hopefully I won't feel so bad when I go.
My grandma and her friends are trying to set me up with anyone who served a mission and has a pulse. I really need to find my own place.
I FINALLY watched "Penelope", and it is probably one of my favorite movies! If only I could find someone that would love me despite my pig-nose (flabby stomach, anxiety, and/or love of celebrity culture).
I made the 15 hour drive with no problems. I did it ALL by myself. It was the first time I had been alone for that long since, before my mission. It gave me a lot of time to think and sing. My voice was almost gone at one point, because I kept turning the music up louder to cover my horrible singing voice.
The whole way down, I kept thinking "Why am I going back to Utah?!" The answer? I have no idea. I realized that I'm actually starting my life, and it scares the crap out of me. I'm a big girl now, not only in size. When did this get to be OK?!
I'm once again working at the hospital. Because it's been almost 2 years, I have to go through all of the training all over again. I pretty much want to kill myself. So, you should all be looking forward for stories to come. One of the new security guards looks like Leonardo DiCaprio (circa 1997) in a good way, so I'm pretty excited.
I have started tanning again, because my dad told me I was pretty in high school, which is when I used to tan. I lay in the tanning bed and the whole time think "I'm giving myself cancer, I'm giving myself cancer. I'm cooking myself alive!" It makes for a pretty miserable 15 minutes, when I think of all the statistics. For example, every time you go tanning you increase your chance of getting cancer by 75%. I went and bought sunscreen, so hopefully I won't feel so bad when I go.
My grandma and her friends are trying to set me up with anyone who served a mission and has a pulse. I really need to find my own place.
I FINALLY watched "Penelope", and it is probably one of my favorite movies! If only I could find someone that would love me despite my pig-nose (flabby stomach, anxiety, and/or love of celebrity culture).
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Moment of Truth
My goal recently was to fit in my True Religion (tm) jeans by my birthday. It was a snug fit, but they actually buttoned and I wore them all day!
Which brings me to birthdays. I HATE them! Why? Let me count the ways:
1. You automatically become the center of attention.
2. Your expectations of the day always fall short of what happens.
3. No matter what, people feel obligated to be nice/call/say happy birthday.
4. Somehow there is always fighting. Whether the other party is aware of my passive-aggressiveness really isn't my problem. Sometimes I hate estrogen.
We all have moments, usually called epiphanies. Today was one of those days. I went to the gym on a Friday night at 8. I was so excited just to run. As I ran looking around at the nearly empty gym, I thought to myself, "Look at these gym junkies! Double oo-er!". But then I thought "Am I one of them?!" I mean all I look forward to is going to the gym. When life gets hard I just want to run. Is that bad?! Everyone always thinks that they are in control of their addictions, but in reality, are we really?! No. Of course not. At that moment I realized I was training myself for a life of single-hood. I literally started laughing that I will probably die alone.
Update on my life:
USH finally rehired me. I'm moving back to Utah next week. I have no idea where I'm going to live, but I'm starting to embrace the idea of being a gypsy. I still hate sad movies. I really, really hate them. My reality is sad enough.
I realized something else. When a girl says "It's fine" and "Really, it's fine" it has two completely different meanings. The first is passive-aggressive. It's not fine, she's just saying that. The second usually means that it's actually fine. Yesterday, I meant "it's fine".
Which brings me to birthdays. I HATE them! Why? Let me count the ways:
1. You automatically become the center of attention.
2. Your expectations of the day always fall short of what happens.
3. No matter what, people feel obligated to be nice/call/say happy birthday.
4. Somehow there is always fighting. Whether the other party is aware of my passive-aggressiveness really isn't my problem. Sometimes I hate estrogen.
We all have moments, usually called epiphanies. Today was one of those days. I went to the gym on a Friday night at 8. I was so excited just to run. As I ran looking around at the nearly empty gym, I thought to myself, "Look at these gym junkies! Double oo-er!". But then I thought "Am I one of them?!" I mean all I look forward to is going to the gym. When life gets hard I just want to run. Is that bad?! Everyone always thinks that they are in control of their addictions, but in reality, are we really?! No. Of course not. At that moment I realized I was training myself for a life of single-hood. I literally started laughing that I will probably die alone.
Update on my life:
USH finally rehired me. I'm moving back to Utah next week. I have no idea where I'm going to live, but I'm starting to embrace the idea of being a gypsy. I still hate sad movies. I really, really hate them. My reality is sad enough.
I realized something else. When a girl says "It's fine" and "Really, it's fine" it has two completely different meanings. The first is passive-aggressive. It's not fine, she's just saying that. The second usually means that it's actually fine. Yesterday, I meant "it's fine".
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Seriously 2011?!
So 3 weeks before I came home from my mission my Grandpa Englund died. Seriously Grandpa?! You couldn't have waited 3 weeks?! Today, my Grandpa Barrus passed away. I have been very good about the whole thing knowing that he's with my grandma and is healthy with no pain, but my mom is a wreck. I don't know how to help her. I've cut myself off emotionally, as always, to deal with everything but how can I help her?! I just have to keep leaving the room when she's crying because I don't know what to do, which is completely not like me. Thank you 2011.
So, in true Englund style, we had a dance party that involved my little sisters, my littlest brother, my mom, and I dancing. They showed me all of the dance moves that I had missed in the past year and a half, including the dougie, jerk, and stanky leg. It was amazing and would have lightened anyone's bad day. I wish you all could have been here.
Yes, that's chocolate on his face. He is the reason I'm addicted to chocolate. I'm so grateful I had the opportunity to take a train and visit my grandpa before my mission. I love and miss him tons, but I know he's watching and helping me now.
So, in true Englund style, we had a dance party that involved my little sisters, my littlest brother, my mom, and I dancing. They showed me all of the dance moves that I had missed in the past year and a half, including the dougie, jerk, and stanky leg. It was amazing and would have lightened anyone's bad day. I wish you all could have been here.
Yes, that's chocolate on his face. He is the reason I'm addicted to chocolate. I'm so grateful I had the opportunity to take a train and visit my grandpa before my mission. I love and miss him tons, but I know he's watching and helping me now.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Crying at the Gym
When I go to the gym, I watch the TV and run. Sometimes I bike. I have never wanted to eat at Denny's so bad in my life. Their value menu looks delicious.
One thing that almost made me cry today was this. I actually started crying when I showed it to my sister:
One thing that almost made me cry today was this. I actually started crying when I showed it to my sister:
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Why the Hush Hush?
So, after being sat down a second time, I realized that members of my family have been reading my blog and are subsequently offended. So, not to censor myself, I've set my blog on private. If you know of anyone who would like access to my blog, just let me know. I don't want to stop anyone from reading about my wonderful life.