I woke up today feeling like I was going to die. As I got ready to go to work, I had to carry a box of crackers with me everywhere I went...do you know how hard it is to blowdry your hair and eat crackers?! I crawled back into bed for a 10 minute snoozefest after I got ready, which cut in heavily into my "last minute packing for Palm Springs because I'm an idiot and I didn't pack earlier this week and why do I stay out late on school nights" time...
Breathing today is so, so painful.
Today is going to be a huge HUGE huge mix of random thoughts so if you wanted to read something with a point, this is not the place. Then again, I never have a point, so really I stand by my claim that you're all dumber for having read any of this. Go to dictionary.com and learn a new word...that'll compensate.
The song of the day is True by Ryan Cabrera which I think was already a song of the day but it was in my head this morning so suck it.
You don't know
what you do
Everytime you walk into the room
I'm afraid to move
I'm weak, it's true
I'm just scared to know the ending
Do you see me too?
Do you even know you met me?
Let's talk diamonds for a moment shall we....
Now I'll be the first chick to say that sometimes, I don't always think like a typical chick. And sure, all chicks say that, granted. But I had this thing for the longest time, I was anti chocolate and anti diamonds.
Well for some reason, after I moved to the US, i developed quite the taste for chocolate. Don't know why. Maybe it was the turning point of being a grownup, I don't know. I just know that until I was 23, I hated HATED chocolate (except for my beloved Baci...that i've always loved...but that's just 'cause it's like Nutella in a chocolate ball...mmm...NUTELLA....)...
As for diamonds....Didn't care much for them until an ex boyfriend and I walked into Birks (the Canadian answer to Tiffany's) and he announced loudly "Okay honey, but I'm not spending any more than eighteen thousand" and the sales people RAN to us (not that $18K is a lot if you WERE loaded to spend on diamonds, but this was in Rideau Center and i'm guessing not too many people announced that type of thing there). And I believe I tried on a trinity ring...and I melted...and diamonds have been my kryptonite ever since.
That being said, I own two diamonds...
1. The ring that Kraig proposed to me with...but that's really his mom's ring, I don't feel like I truly own it.
2. My engagement/wedding ring...and I was there when we picked the ring out but he secretly got a bigger stone put in than what we had discussed, which blew me away when I opened up the box later and saw the stone he put in.
Okay I guess should mention the other diamond, but it's super tiny and NOT fine quality...but my dad secretly gave me a diamond nose stud thing....he didn't want me to tell my mom, because my mom would have FLIPPED...my parents are the most strict parents on the planet, to this day they can still impose rules on me, but by virtue of having an ethnic background piercing your nose as a chick is not a sign of rebellion...so my dad was all for it, but my mom was beyond against it...I actually considred getting it done for the longest time but the scar that it leaves isn't pretty. And not that I'm vain because I think I'm some hot chick, I just think that I'm ugly enough I don't need to add to the list of items!
I would absolutely LOVE love love to have more diamonds, but I can't imagine that ever happening except maybe on my 50th wedding anniversary when the kids are out of the house and we've paid everything off and then maybe then I won't yell at Kraig if he gets me another diamond ring. I guess I figure before, when you're dating/engaged it's okay because it's not my money...but now, if Kraig got me diamonds...well it's "our" money and if I wanted a diamond, I can get one myself, and we have a thousand things we need first before I get any diamonds. Girls who need new shower doors, laminate flooring, new cabinetry don't deserve diamonds. Kraig i'm sure would disagree, but since it's "our" money....I would never ever feel like we could justify the cost, even after the car and timeshare are paid off....and he would have to listen to me bitch and complain if he ever splurged behind my back....so no more diamonds for me, sniff, until i'm 50....
On to other subjects...
I might splurge on that Coach purse.
Speaking of, I still gotta mail Syl the Coach tote/makeup-bag/whatever-you-call-it for her birthday. Dammit.
Speaking of diamonds, i gotta get my ring re-appraised because my insurance on it has to be renewed.
My hair is super dry and I need to see Henry BADLY, but I have to wait till my bangs grow out...it'll have to be after Hallowe'en, which is brutal because I cut my hair in August. Maybe I can slide it in between the 22nd and the 29th.
OMG my head is pounding....How am I gonna drink this weekend?!
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