Shoes

I'm not one to talk about fashion. In fact, my style consists of mostly jeans and T-shirts so I have no room to talk about what is "fashionable" and what is not.

One thing, however, is that I have a passion for shoes. I don't own many because I don't have the money for them but I love to shop for them and try them on.

In June I had a job interview and I went all out and bought a new outfit, including heels. It's my second pair of grown-up shoes and I just wanted to share them with you all because they're so cute!
Are these not super cute?


In case you are interested they are Chinese Laundry brand and I got them at heels.com for $34.99 with free shipping. Pretty good deal I think. That is all.

I've been a bad, bad blogger

It's been about 20 days since my last post. The reason for this is because I haven't really had anything to blog about. I've been working and babysitting for some extra cash and that took up most of my time. I also had a birthday. It was uneventful, consisting of spaghetti and True Blood.

By the way, if I haven't already mentioned, I'm going to marry Alexander Skarsgard.

Anyway, I'm 24 now. I wouldn't say this is any kind of milestone--just another year. I did eat delicious chocolate cake, though, which made me quite happy.

Yesterday I went bridesmaid dress shopping. That was quite the experience. I can't believe that I'm old enough to have friends that are getting married, having babies, moving into HOUSES! I'm really happy for these people but it's kind of a slap in the face to me. I am not ready for any of those things. I don't even have a steady job enough to move in to some crap hole in the wall apartment or even buy a car. In this regard I feel like a complete failure but at least there's no pressure to do these things from the 'rents.

Now that I've depressed myself and everyone else, back to the dress shopping. I have a small frame. I mean that I wear a size 00 in American Eagle pants and they still fall down a little. I'm not sickly or emaciated, I've just always had a fast metabolism (which I hope slows down eventually).

So I'm trying on these dressed and they are all sample size, so I'm guess it to be about a size like 8 or something and it's just falling down. I get clipped in by the brides sisters but it still looks like it's floating on me. I found this quite hilarious because just looking at myself in the mirror with these huge, thick dresses is not something I ever imagined doing.

I kind of wish I took pictures cause it was quite a scene.

Eventually, the bride picked a dress we all looked pretty decent in despite our different body shapes and sizes. I have to say I am quite pleased with the outcome.

Final note: I've been reading all about SD Comic con and I'm so jealous I didn't get to go. Especially because Scott Pilgrim is coming out soon and I can only imagine how much loot they had there. If you haven't read the Scott Pilgrim books you best get on that cause you won't regret it!

Gym crazies

If you've read my previous posts you know that I work at a gym. I'm not someone who has ever graced my presence in such an establishment so it's kind of funny that I find myself there a few times a week. I've made many discoveries about the unknown world of "the gym" since my time there and I would love to share one with you.

I work with this kid who's just about 22. He's very cynical and seems depressed. I think that's his way of getting attention because he makes jokes when no one is around and his persona does a complete 180. Evidently he talks a lot about "banging chicks while looking at myself in the mirror in the back" and other things he thinks all guys talk about.

My coworkers and I have a theory that he's actually a really nice guy deep down but when thrust (heh) into a crowd of people he acts like a jerk because he thinks he has to.

Okay. Now onto my discovery. Knowing all this about my coworker, he has an obsession with his body. It's really disturbing. The first few weeks I was working I heard him tell one of the receptionists that he wants to get so big as to not be able to wipe his ass. What? This is on your list of goals? Seriously?

Funny thing is is that he's not the only person whom I work with that has this goal. I never knew these people existed. I mean, I've seen body builders who have a distinct goal in mind but these young guys (I see a lot of freshmen in HS there, too) are going to the gym in order to not wipe their ass? Ew.

I think it's a good idea to be healthy and work out to stay in good shape so you don't fall apart but you have to draw a line somewhere.

The particular guy I was talking about earlier always complains that after his workouts that he still has "pussy arms." Things could really be worse. Just because you're not Arnold Schwarzenegger does not mean you've failed in life. In fact, I say you've quite succeeded.

Happy birthday...to my cats.

I don't have much to say other than the fact that today I am celebrating the 1st birthday of my cats.

Yes, this does make me crazy. Yes, I realize that all who are reading this might view me in a slightly different light. No, I don't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks. I love my cats. They are my children so they deserve the best.

I searched the internet trying to find a recipe for a cake that can be made out of materials suitable for a cats stomach. Unfortunately, they all contained fancy feast and garbage like that, too harsh for their little stomachs. Instead, I have opted to boil them some chicken breast and break it up into small pieces for them to enjoy with my sister's cat.

I'm a loser. I know. Re-reading this kind of makes me second guess the way I treat my cats but considering I don't plan on having kids I might as well focus that energy into something productive.

My cats are selfish and I've made them that way by insisting they sleep with me, and spoiling them with automatic laser toys (that thing rocks, I don't care what anyone says!) and cat nip.

Here's to Jonas and Katchoo. May they live long, spoiled lives and be as happy as I can make them!

It's Friday, we should break up-Forever 21 and all stores modeled after it

Every time I go to the mall with my sister she is always taking something back to Forever 21. Always. She doesn't try on the "cute dress she had to have" in the store and she winds up having to trek the 35+ minute drive back and return it.

Not only is this a pain but they don't even give you a good refund. They only give you store credit so this vicious cycle continues for weeks. Really? Your shitty clothes never fit her or me the right way and you refuse to believe that nothing in your store will please us? Believe it!

I bought this shirt there one time (and one time only) for $7. Not a bad price but after leaving home with it an attempting to wear it I realized that it was like a tent for my little body. At that point there was no good reason to take it back because of the aforementioned reason.

My sister, on the other hand, goes in there, buys maybe 3 items with all the faith in the world that it will work out. Oh, sister, you're fooling yourself.

The last point I would like to point out is that Forever 21, Wet Seal, and all those other stores have the most messy set-ups I've ever seen. Who wants to go digging through piles of clothes on the shelves, racks, floor, bins etc.? I have no patience for this.

Get a better refund policy, clean up your stores, and stock some clothes that fit more than one type of body and I might reconsider you in the future.

Daycare Hell

As you will notice from my previous posts, I have gotten a job at a Cardinal Fitness. At first I thought "what an easy job, I can just sit back, relax, and watch children play quietly." I was stupid. Really, really stupid. Not only can I not sit for more than 30 seconds at a time, I have to wipe the snot, clean up puke, constantly run around picking up toys, and break up fights.

I never had a major problem with kids, but this has just set me over the edge. Some of the parents bring in their kids with disheveled clothing/hair, barely presentable for their front yard let alone a public place.

I have to say that yesterday really iced the cake. This mother brings in her two kids, one is 3 and the other is 6 months. The 6 month old had old puke all over his left shoulder, his car seat was covered in rotting milk and she didn't even bring a change of clothes for him. Dude! If your kid is a BABY you're a complete imbecile if you think they'll stay clean for longer than an hour! I proceeded to try and get the mother to change her kid but one of the girls I work with told me not to bother because she's tried to do the same thing but just got ignored. Seriously? This is your kid that you decided to create and now you won't clean up its mess? Hell no.

I spend the rest of the HOUR AND A HALF he was in there by trying to direct his puke-laden onesie in the opposite direction of my shirt and trying to convince myself that I didn't smell like his vomit.

I would like to say that this won't happen again but tomorrow is a new day filled with all sorts of potential.

Passing gas

This topic is always big when talking to my boyfriend Sn4tch (yes, I know, but he claims this name comes from the movie and nothing else). We have been together for almost four years and he refuses to fart in front of me. I, on the other hand, take it upon myself to announce it to him right before I do so even though I don't make any noise so I have no reason to warn him (classy, right?).

I find this hilarious because, oftentimes, he falls asleep on my bed and he can't help but start farting. There is nothing to stop him so I laugh and laugh. When he wakes up he denies everything, but I know the truth.

I don't know about anyone else but after four years of being together you would think he would just get over the whole gas issue. There is so many worse things he could do like leave the bathroom door open when he goes in there to do his business, yet I feel that he would do this before farting in front of me.

Perhaps I'm the weird one, always advertising my gas when I used to be the girl who denied ever doing such a disgusting thing.