Morning Mumbles.

Gym Update: I officially hate Pilates. It’s too hard, makes my back hurt, whine whine whine. I have one more class before I’m allowed to even think about switching to something more friendly like Hip Hop, but geeze I hate it. I failed last night and ate fast food; that didn’t take long now did it? Honestly there was nothing in the house I could cook/wanted to eat and I was to tired even if there was substance. I indulged, and packed. My lord, you’d think I was moving back with the amount I can fit into an over-sized duffle bag. This is another aspect of my life where my slight OCD comes in. If I don’t have something I want, when I want to have it (say a cute green top I wanna wear instead of a cute white one) I become obsessive about it. Hence, my shopping habits…heh. So my duffle bag is the size of one you would store all your football gear in and it’s absolutely enormous and impossible for me to carry. Getting to the max will be tricky…for sure. I slept awful, waking up a lot again, and woke at 6:20 instead of 6:00 am. I still had to shower, finish the little bit of packing I couldn’t do till the morning, and run around like crazy. This morning was too much! Hair wouldn’t curl, face wash wouldn’t open, duffle bag wouldn’t close, traffic wouldn’t get the hell outta my way (despite my obscenities), coffee tasted burnt and I was 5 minutes late to work. My desk is piled high and I just got off a TWO HOUR conference call that explained a new program to replace something else I had just finally gotten the hang of, friends are calling me giving me new tasks to accomplish, people to call, things to do for St Paddy’s to work, and yet I sit here….blogging listening to Colbie Caillet. Sometimes I wonder how much further ahead I would be in life if I didn’t always do as I pleased, want who I wanted, and do what I do, when I want to do it. Hmmm thoughts for another day, yeah.

However, regardless of all the crazy this morning, there is nothing really that can bring me down. I am flying in less then 6 hours to Oregon. I can’t wait to breath Oregon air, waive and see Oregon people, and hug a tree there is so many more of them there then in Utah! Tomorrow? I get to see my best (guy) friend on the whole planet, Mesa, and spend and evening kicking it with his rockin family. The next day? Party in the streets of P-Town, gussied up and ready to dance with almost all of the people I’ve chosen to stay in contact with. Sunday? Well, that day is left to be planned as my previous plans hung up on me. Monday & Tuesday, family and possible snowboarding. Oregon is just gunna rock.

Anyways, I’m out. Peace Easy Yo.

Shan