Palm Reading

Last night C and I waited in line for this palm reader. It took FOREVER. (The line that is.) Never had such an in depth palm reading, and it was quite interesting. Even though C and I sat next down together, she read our palms separately. A lot of the things she said about both of us were quite true.

Some of the things she said:

I tend to over think and over analyze things too much (um...check!), and that I need to just be aware of it in relationships (of any kind) because people probably aren't thinking as much about what they said or did, as I am.

I do too much in relationships. I over do it. This I knew, but she made this really great point that I never thought about before, which is when I over do things, I don't leave room for that other person to step up and be equally doing things for me or allow them to feel like they can and are capable of do things for me back. (Also, when I say relationships, it's really any relationship with work, friends, family, not just of the dating kind.) She said that if I just sat back and watched tv for three hours in my pjs and did nothing in relationships, I would still be lovable because I'm me. I'll take it.

She brought up me over doing it in relationships twice. And that some line on my palm was telling her it was off the chart. And I asked her if its just a little off the chart, or way off, and she said WAY WAY off the chart. I think she also said that I over do it to make people like me? I can't remember exactly what she said on this point, but it struck a chord with me because it made me think about a friend of mine. I had just been thinking about her earlier in the morning and my relationship with her and whether I was doing enough to be a good friend. I thought, maybe I need to call her more, or check in with her more, or DO something MORE to be a better friend to her because I wasn't quite ready to just give up on her even though our relationship is...well, it's barely existent. I go back and forth with this all the time. But last night I kind of felt that when the lady was telling me I don't need to do so much in relationships, she was talking about me and this friend of mine. So that kind of gave me piece of mind. And btw, it's no one that reads this blog. I don't even know if she knows this is still in existence.

She brought up that I had money problems. Which at first I kept quiet about because it's so not true, and I didn't want to make her look bad. But I'm so good with my money! So then she went on to say either that I don't manage my money well (nope, not at all lady), or that I'm having a hard time getting money? (I can't remember the details of this exactly either, but this was wrong too). So just when I was going to tell her otherwise, she said: OR, it could be that you don't feel like you're getting paid your worth. BINGO. Of the three she listed, this was the closest. But then I also thought, well, lots of people would like raises, who wouldn't? At first I thought this point was so generic but then when she went into the details and talked it out, it was more about me than the money, which made sense. More about how I'm very capable at what I do, but don't feel I'm worth more than what people give me, and so that I need to let people know all the things I'm capable of and just know that I'm worth more than I think I am. She said I need to go talk to someone who does what I do, who gets paid more than me, and just see how I can get up to that level. It's funny, B and I talk about these money strategies all the time because I have such a hard time talking about it with employers. Money is just an uncomfortable subject to talk about with anyone. Also, she brought up a lot of the same things during me and C's reading, but this money thing is one that was different.

I'm good at getting things done. Completing projects.

I'm a leader. (Eh....I'm not so sure about this one, it comes and goes)

I have more of a creative side and I need to foster that. Because when I don't, when I get away from it too much, I am not happy. (So true.) So I need to find more creative things. Go out and have fun.



She said a lot more that I can't remember right now. It's a lot of information she spews at you in a short amount of time. Maybe I'll come back and add it if I think of it later. There were a few things she said that I didn't quite understand, or didn't think was me at all, but I didn't think to ask or bring it up.

Thanks for making it this far. This was more for me to jot down what she said for future use, but maybe it was interesting for you. The thing about palm reading vs the rest of the readings, tarot cards, etc, is that I feel like it's more concrete than the others. Your lines on your hand are there. I do believe they can paint a general (maybe detailed) picture of who you are. It's just a matter of deciphering the code.

Doobie doobie doo

It's been quite the week. A major meltdown driving home, a few smaller meltdowns at work, hiding in the bathroom, dreams about working, heart palpitations, eye twitches, and a constant nervous stomach. Thing is, I must be perceived as so tightly wound, like I need to take a chill pill or "just relax". It's just not me, but it's what I'm becoming. I don't like it. I'm trying to think positive thoughts. Things like, it's not the situation, it's how you deal with the situation. Trying to empower myself. Trying. Trying really hard.

Let's move on.

The other day I went down to the cafeteria and ordered stir fry. When choosing my veggies, I said, "All of them, except carrots.....I don't like carrots." To which the guy making my food replied, "And they don't like you." Story of my life.

Tomorrow will be the first time in a few years that I will have a costume. I'm only wearing the normal looking part of my costume to work, and then putting on the extras before the contest. I'm not usually one to wear costumes but this year it was said that it's mandatory. Probably not, but you don't want to be the only kid not dressed up. Besides, there are prizes involved. Prizes I want to win, but probably will not, as my costume is too obscure. And everyone will ask who I'm suppose to be, and I will tell them, and they'll say "who?" and I'll say, "google it." And they won't. And will never know who I was suppose to be. Oh well. At least I'll get to wear a stache. That's really the whole point. Maybe I'll post a pic.

Ouch my jaw just popped.

Blargh

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.


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Stupid heads.

I whip my hair back and forth

For a while I got sucked into that live coco cam. This guy I know is going to be doing standup on it at 3am...but I don't know if I can stay up that late. It's been a long day. Ms. Parker can concur. She's probably asleep. Ha! Parker Concurs. Should be a segment or something. Where she just says yes to everything. Hahahahaha.

Boots boots I need some boots, the more I root the more I foot (the boot).

Yea, that made no sense. With ALL the boots out there, I can't seem to find a pair I like. That are also affordable. Considering these:


But they may be too high up on the knees for my liking. I'm so very particular about my things.

Have you guys seen this commercial?


I work with this guy everyday. Every time I see this on the TV I want to call him up. But that would get annoying. He makes me laugh a lot at work. I'm glad we're on the same team. I hope he makes it big time some day. I can say I knew him when...

Vanilla Ice is flipping mansions. Since when?

Alright stop.

It's peanut butter jelly time.

Aha!

Finally, I think I'm getting the upper hand on this cold. (**knock on wood**) Pesky colds. I've been trying to adhere to a strict regiment of oscillium...however you spell it, once every 6 hours. This stuff is pricier than the usual meds, but it seems to work once I started sticking to it. Add to that a boring weekend of staying in and lots of reading and movies.

It's raining. I really love when it rains. I think I've mentioned this all too many times already.

So I got a package in the mail today. It's a dvd of a short movie I once saw at a film festival that one of my films was playing. I had emailed the director telling him how great it was (really, the best of the whole program) and whether he had it online? He had replied and said it was not online but he would send me a hard copy if I sent him my address. So I did but that was a while ago so I figured I was forgotten, which, was fine. But then I received the dvd today and hooray, people still stick to their word. I just finished watching it again and wish I had come up with such a great idea. Such great dialog. Had such style. Ho hum.

I had to watch this show for work today about psychic children and the paranormal. And it gave me this idea for a movie, most of which is ripped off from the show. But the little girl (real kid, not actress) was so incredibly gorgeous that it made me think a movie was possible. I would write it down here but I don't have all the kinks worked out yet.

Had a restless night of sleep the past two nights. Last night I dreamt that B tried to kill me and laughed about it. I think it's all from the book. Dear book, I WILL FINISH YOU. Literally and metaphorically.

Yipes

I've been taken to using this word a lot lately. It's so cartoonish sounding, I love it.

I can't seem to shake this cold or flu or whatever it is I have. Nothing drastic, just annoying and full of discomfort. After all the drugs and teas, and the hours and hours of sleep I've had, it's still not going away.

I had a bad dream last night, I can't tell if it's from the drugs or the book I was reading when I went to bed. Probably a little of both.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm in need of some pretty, so here you go:

Niceties

I nearly gave myself an ear piercing this morning. My right earring went in fine, but my left...well I had to poke around in there a bit. Afterward, my ear stung, as though I just pierced my own ear. Which is odd, because the last time I had earrings in my ear was only Sunday, and I've been earringless for a lot longer in the past. There've been times where I'll go three weeks without putting my earrings on. Steve suggested that maybe since I'm sick my skin bloated up and closed itself. Perhaps. I just hope it doesn't get all infected now.

I read this article today where a set of parents had their kids on 8/8/8, 9/9/9, and 10/10/10. How awesome. They're not looking to make another one for 11/11/11 though.

This weekend will be full of sleep and laziness and more sleep and couch movies. And of course, keeping me company will be the beloved nyquil. I just love that stuff. I also love when the weather changes. When it turns cold, it makes me feel less guilty about staying in on the weekends, instead of taking full advantage of the california sun.

Tonight, L-rice is coming over and we're going to watch The Good Guy, starring that girl from Gilmore Girls. It's nice when you find someone to share in your guilty pleasures that you can't tell most other people about.

Life

This is so amazing. All day there has been news of the miners in Chile. I'm suppose to be asleep, but I fell upon this abc news special of the miners. I've been looking for something like this, to go behind the scenes, from the beginning, into detail, to the end, and everything in between. Perfect.

It's so inspiring. Births. Marriage proposals. A miner's wife doesn't show up, but his mistress does. So much sadness and hapiness, all the range of emotions. It's really amazing. It just seems like these stories usually end in tragedy, but this time, all 33 men are alive. So much camaraderie. So much happiness x 33.

Sometimes you really have to see outside of the box you live in. The world is just so much bigger than you think.

I haven't been blogging lately due to the fact that every time I've started to, it always came out as something negative. And I just get tired of bitching and complaining. So might as well not do it at all, right? But the amazing story of the miners inspired me to blog.

I've fallen under the weather these past few days. I always feel like I look and sound fine when I get sick, nothing nasally or snotty or coughy. It's just that my body always aches. And it's really hard for me to focus and think. It takes me twice as long and hard to concentrate at work. But because I look and sound fine, people will think I'm fine, and wonder why I'm so slow to respond or get a sentence out. Or they think I'm lying when I have to turn down a freelance gig on the side because they think I just don't want to do it, when in reality, all I want to do is just be in bed with the covers over me. "I can't...I'm sick..." Listening to it coming out of my mouth even sounded so fake. And wimpy. Oh boo hoo, you're sick, wah wah wah.