Holey Nose.

I, Ladies & Gentlemen, got another hole in my body yesterday. This one, being the first one on my face. I woke up Sunday morning, groggily embracing Daylight Savings times, and decided I needed a new piercing. Normally, they are stress induced, or at a time when I need a release. This one, I decided, was just going to be a gift to myself. I was sure I wanted my nose pierced and then I thought I possibly wanted to re-do my belly button. So of course, I did what I do best, I texted everyone. After about five minutes and 30 text messages later, the polls closed and I was getting my nose pierced. I had been doing some research on this studio called “Koi” and I got dressed and headed out.

My iPhone got me there with no problems, except for when I missed my exit, and I really liked the feel of the studio. I talked a lot with the receptionist, whose piercings gave me ideas for some of my own, and then it was off with Eduardo, or Ed for short, for a new hole. He, like the studio, was Hawaiian. He was very professional, fun to be around, and amused by how I landed in Utah. All in all, it was great & painless. And to be honest, my nose is flippin cute. I’ve always been somewhat disappointed with my nose as it’s the only physical characteristic I inherited from my mom, but now I’m content. I left feeling rejuvenated, relaxed, and happy with the world; as always after a new piercing. I also felt a strong urge to blow my nose as my new earring felt like an enormous booger. Ed assured me the booger syndrome would pass =].

On the way home, I called a few friends, and got completely lost in the process of me chit chatting away. That, was lame. I went home, changed clothes and left to buy workout clothes.

Why you ask?

This girl? The girl who hates working out? The girl who’s physical activity includes playing guitar hero and swimming endless laps? The asthmatic?

Joined a flippin gym.

Gold Gym to be precise.

GO ME!

Tonight? Yoga. Tomorrow? Pilates. The Next Day? Kick Boxing.

And repeat.

I’m aiming to become more flexible and lose a few pounds. I’m oddly flexible as it is, but it wouldn’t hurt to be more =]. I randomly walked in to the Gym located conveniently next to my second home., High Point Coffee, and inquired about classes. The girl who I talked to happened to be from Eugene OR and we chatted about how much we missed Oregon. And by chatted I mean sat at her desk for a good hour discussing the need for green trees, friendly drivers, places that don’t close on Sundays and stay open past 3AM, parties in Eugene, and of course…the constant supply of something to do. She invited me to go clubbing with her and her friends and said she would work on hunting me down a faker. Oh the days of being able to skate into clubs in Portland…yah…they’re on hold. Anyways, I politely said Maybe, and she waive my $150.00 starter fee and gave me a discount on my monthly membership. So in the end, I pay $30.00/month to attend any and all classes, work out 24.7, swim whenever, and go to any Golds. I am pumped.

Tonight after work I’m heading to get my nails fixed, pick up a Yoga mat, workout, go for coffee, and finish up some plans for Oregon. Got some emails back from friends at Concept and I get in free all weekend and we get to hop any lines. The suite is booked, rides are arranged, outfits are bought…it’s gunna be bitchin.

I been thinking a lot about my tattoos lately, and what scripture I want to put down my side, and of course, I’m still incredibly indecisive. I’m trying to look a little everyday and I’ll post what I find on here.

Deu 8:3	He humbled you. . . to teach you that man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD
1Sa 12:24	But be sure to fear the LORD and serve Him faithfully with all your heart; consider what great things He has done for you
Psa 3:3	You are a shield around me, O LORD; You bestow glory on me and lift up my head
Psa 27:1	The LORD is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?
Psa 34:4	I sought the LORD, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears.
Psa 51:10	Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Psa 55:22	Cast your cares on the LORD and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous fall.
Psa 118:17	I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the LORD has done
Psa 119:105	Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path
Pro 3:5-6	Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.
Pro 12:28	In the way of righteousness there is life; along that path is immortality.

More another day.

Week One=Accomplished

I must start by saying, there is a boy here at High Point who is singing, and lord is his voice seducing. He makes me want to walk right up, sit right in front of him, and listen. He makes me want to smile....he....he....he....makes me wish his girlfriend wasn't sitting right in front of him.

Agh, all the good ones are taken.

He's singing Barenaked Ladies What a Good Boy, Accoustic of course. He's fantastic.

This song is the cross that I bear,
Bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me.
Be with me tonight.
I know that it isn't right...but be with me tonight

I think I'm going to buy his CD. :)

Anyways, onto bigger and better business.

I accomplished my first week of work!
And I rocked it!

My boss said when I was touring depts. that I had alot of places I could go within this company if I wanted it and that he thought I had the potential. At that point I stopped and told him that I wouldn't be within this company if I didn't want to go places; that if I wasn't learning new things and pushing myself to excel, then I would get bored and that to me was unacceptable for a career choice.
He smiled, and we moved on.

It's truth right there. I cannot stand the day in day out wondering if anything is every going to change career. I need goals, I need competition, and moreso I need to know that I am growing, not dying with repition.

Not only did I learn the computer system, but I created a new flow sheet for how our orders are placed and volunteered to take on/manage Team-Building Tuesdays and being the picture taker for our events.

Can I just say. "Nice Job!" is like music to my ears? Even if it's via email, I love doing well!

I'm really loving this job. There is so many ways to excel and my co-workers are neat as well. We had a Profit & Loss meeting today where we shot baskets and guessed sales numbers. It's actually within our mission to have fun! When we do Blue Ribbon ( like an audit) they actually ask us to name the last company party or fun event we did and we lose points if we havent had one.

I love it.

Tomorrow, I get rid of my puppy Noku. Sad Story I know. I just can't offer him the love he needs and it's selfish of me to keep him in a place that he can't be awknowledged all the time. He's going to a really cute family though.

OMGosh, countdown to Oregon has begun! 6 days baby! We are gunna PARRRRTTTTAAYYYY. Literally every part of me just wants to jump up and scream right now, I'm so excited! All my besties in one place (for once), dancing, drinking, living...something I've lacked in since I arrived here. I got an email today saying we get VIP Entrance so we don't have to wait in line and Embassy called and took money off the Hotel Room thanks to my fab company discount. Everything is just coming together and I can't wait.

Hmmmm. I'm not feeling very bloggy right now.

So, I think I'll go play Guitar Hero.

My nails? Got them done today to match my Paddy's Day outfit....so cute.

Ya this blog is lame, I know. Forgive.

Shan.

bleh

I just burnt my tongue on a chai tea...I'm not happy.

I am happy though, that I am flying to Oregon in one week.

Green. I can't wait.

Work is still fab. As you most likely guessed, I'm throughly drowning myself in office supplies.

Strange little fetish it is...

The job is definitely occupying more of my time, but I'm still friendless and bored. Man, when has this ever been so hard for me?

Somebody, seek me out.

I'm hitting the sack early.

Loves.

PSS Lunchtime

Holey Moley,

I love my new job.

I'm on my lunch break, munching down the ever delicious BK, and I must say a few things that rock about my job.

• My Boss and other half to A.R., LOVE ME! Out of like 20 applicants, they picked me and have continued to tell me all day how happy they are with my attitude and their selection. They said they knew after my interview that I was perfect for this job and really didn't want to have to continue with the interview process. No Joke!
• We get gas cards, every month, pre-loaded with like $20.00 or something to help go towards the crazy gas prices (btw, Utah is just a little lower then Oregon's right now)
• If we don't take our sick days? We get paid out for them.
• I get my own cute desk and split my office with the other lady in A.R. who is easy to get along with and listens to good music.
• Speaking of that desk, I just spent the better part of the last hour, choosing cute office supplies, organizers and whatnot for the that desk from Office Depot. And let me tell yah, it wasn't on my credit card :)
• And on that desk, I have a phone! A phone with my own direct extension and voicemail.
  
• No uniforms, no nametags, and I get to wear jeans to work. Heaven!
• Fantastic starting wage and quarterly bonus'! Last bonus? $1200.00
• Tons of company parties and picnics with fantastic gifts.
• Random incentives for doing surveys, working out, participating.
• Discounts on cell phone coverage, hotels, basically everywhere...
• Parking! A perk US Bank refused me for TOO LONG!
• Hour lunch breaks.
• I'm allowed to do whatever I want on my computer, just gotta get my work done. But I definitely added MSN :).
• My co-workers are super friendly and generally motivated...another US Bank downfall.

I've got to go back to work, but yes, my job flipping rooooooccccckkkkkksssss.

<3shan

Desperate Housewives & a New Job

Woo Who!

Tomorrow I start my new job!

I, will officially be a Professional Cute Office Lady Extraordinaire.

Or you know, the technical name would be "Accounts Receivable", but I like my title better.

I can't wait! The bonus' are competitive, the environment fast-paced and as always it's an opportunity to make new friends.

I am going to do awesome things at this job, I just know it. I may not have an actual competition like US Bank, but I am am competing for a big fat bonus, and I'm going to rock my way into one of those. It sounds silly, but I'm pumped to show just how much I can excel and how quickly I can learn. I need something to busy my time, something to learn and improve, and PSS is my new project.

Go Me.

Okay, I'm done with that.

I am firmly addicted to Desperate Housewives.

Being without TV for two years has left me very unattached to it's programming and almost completely unwilling to catch up on any show currently on.

BUT, then I started watching the boxset of past seasons and now I'm addicted.

Besides it leaving me on the edge of the recliner every show I finish, I see other reasons why I'm addicted. Honestly, it probably has to do with image of a housewife that's long forgotten in today's "independent woman" era. I like that fact that the ladies of Wisteria Lane in one way or another clean, cook, get the kids off to school, and still hold the strong independent role of an assertive, smart female and yet a completely loving wife.

Aside from the affairs with the gardener and what not. Heh. You can't win em' all right?

Though really, it's a perfect little fake reality to me. I'd love to be married to a rich man someday, raise kids, clean house, have a career, drive my Soccer Mom SUV (wouldn't catch me in a minivan, so way sistah) and live in Suburbia. I could do it. lol, that's a long ways away though.

Anyways, I'm heading home. Below is a whiney blog I was unable to post last night.

Peace & Love

<3shan style="font-style: italic;">2/1/08

It’s been just a little past a week since I first felt truly lonely here. It was my first Friday night here, and the first moment I gave in to the overwhelming feeling of being alone, and the realization that my lifeline friends were not within driving distance. They, were living there lives in Oregon, and though I was invited, I had no way to get there.

The next week passed unbelievably fast; I had a busier agenda which I assume passed the time quicker. But as this weekend rolled around, it is still vividly apparent that I am with nothing to do and alone. I lie of course, there are plenty of things to do. Laundry needs to be folded, my bedroom and car needs to be organized and cleaned, thank you notes need to be delicately written, and a number of other mindless, monotonous tasks. I’ve indulged too far into the hobbies I can do alone; catching up on a great series I’m reading, researching political candidates, blogging. I’ve even turned to watching TV though nothing is really ever on. I’m sure it wouldn’t feel so lonely tonight if I had gone out to the show at High Point, but that wretched snow storm had to hit and now I sit here, aero sweats and a hoodie…wallowing.

As always, I’m self-aware. I understand this is just a silly emotion I’m feeling and it will pass as time passes. I try to blame it on time; cursing it’s stubborn, unsympathetic and above all selfish behavior. But then I remind myself of physics and the simple fact that time is constant, always the same amount of seconds to every minute, minutes to hour and so on. It only changes when we a.) change it ourselves as in Daylight Savings or b.) when we imagine it’s out there to torture us.

I’m taking option “b”.

I don’t necessarily want time to speed up, as I don’t want to miss out on any moment of my life, but that’s just it, I feel like I’m missing out. I wonder why I am not enjoying the cherished time we call a “weekend”; making a memory.

*Sigh*

It’s an easy answer, I’m in a new flippin state! I know no one my age and it’s just taking longer then usual to find friends. I’ve been here just a little over two weeks and I’m expecting way to much to just fall into place for me when the truth is…this isn’t Oregon and Utah is not my dance floor.

I am being a whiner, and I don’t need someone to tell me twice. I could call any one of my friends ( at 3 in the morning as I’m blogging, bless their hearts) and they would considerately put that into Crayola terms for me. But I understand it all already; maybe I just feel if I blog about it…it all might be where I want it to be quicker.

I’ll get over it, it was really just a friendly reminder I got today that brought all this up. The one I’m sure they will never let me forget. The one that states that everyone knows the smartest, most practical and realistic option would have been for me to stay at WOU. But truly, you can attempt to smear my face in that lost option all you want, but I am happier on any couch, in any state, feeling these exact same emotions, then at college. I will never be happy spending four years and an unreasonable amount of money and time earning my degree. I make a great wage at my job, am promised advancement, and thoroughly enjoy my tasks. And really? It pays the bills and leaves me free to enjoy my life and make memories and love God and those around me.

And really, that’s all that matters.

I may be lonely for now, yes I admit it.

But this girl always finds her way.

Night xoxoxo

And all I saw was blue...

I'm on dial-up, this is the best I can do.

Today was interesting. I woke up really late due to a really heavy dose of NyQuill but I immediately jumped in the shower and jump started my day. I made a bunch of really good mixes and hit the road to Orem to shop for Morgan's St. Patty's Day dress. I have more time on my hands to shop then she does.

I made it to Orem, bought the dress with the cutest shoes, earrings, and bracelet to match, and was going to do some more shopping, but I had a strange feeling that I should really get going.

It was a good thing that I did, as a crazy storm decided to hit. I was driving along, talking to Moge, and I noticed the wind was really blowing and the rain was starting to come down. Suddenly, the truck two cars in front of me, had a tire blow and the rubber was going to hit the car in front of me, but he/she decided to swerve into the next line forcing that car in that line over, and the tire to (luckily) go underneath my car. I screamed obscenities, and attempted to swerve but there was a semi there, and then just let my car take the beating. I got off the phone at that point and drove home. Slowly, of course, as the rain turned into snow, and the storm became a complete whiteout. I found my exits, and pulled up to 70th South and as I was pulling up, everything turned bright bright sky blue for a few brief seconds and I couldn't see anything else but that. When I could see again, all the traffic lights were blinking. Then, everything went blue again several times in a row and cars started swerving and then...everybody stopped. There we no lights anywhere. I was in the middle of pulling through an intersection so I continued to pull through slowly and head towards Taco Bell. I knew if this storm was going to continue, I wasn't going to cook and there probably wasn't any power anyway.

I made it safe, got home, took this picture, and now here I sit, indulging in my newest addition...

Desperate Housewives.

I give in, I usually don't like TV or it's shows, but we now have seasons 1-3 and they are addddiiiccccttttiiinnnnggggg.

I'm off to indulge.

Love you.

<3shan

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