Definitely rolled my ankle falling off a curb while running towards a Transformer.
And definitely sprained my pinky finger while falling off a mechanical bull.
And it was the most fun I’ve had in ages.
Yesterday needs to happen more often.
Maybe without all the injuries though. Because ow.
I love the smell of butthurt fedoras in the morning.
Soooo, after like over a year of living under the same roof and not acknowledging each other, my dad came up to me, gave me a hug and told me he loves me.
Maybe the new year won’t be so bad.
Pissed off parents?
That’s my jam. I can handle a million of them. Usually they’re irrational because they didn’t get their way right that second. Or because, like every vacation ever, it didn’t go exactly to plan. And that’s fine. And they’re usually upset for a reason I can easily correct or at least explain.
But little four year olds who got princess dresses and disneyland trips for Christmas, and the only thing they truly wanted to do was meet Anna and Elsa, man. Having to stand outside and tell them the location wouldn’t open at all today, and seeing the disappointment on their faces, that took more out of me than a whole park full of angry people would have. And it was the sad, little-kid disappointment, and it’s like kicking a puppy!
The worst part was there was literally not a damn thing I could do about it. I couldn’t fix it or make it better. I basically just had to tell everyone to deal with it and go see everyone else. The characters were nowhere in the park, no shows or parades, and they were still new enough that I couldn’t even get upset guests photos of them from city hall. I’ve never felt more helpless, or incompetent at my job.
I guess it just sucks that that’s how I spent my Christmas. Disappointing people. I guess I can’t even make people happy when I’m getting paid for it.
Remember that time I ordered Cards Against Humanity BACK IN APRIL and it never showed up to my house?
I’ve emailed Amazon like twice and they never got back to me.
I’ve slept a grant total of about nine hours in the past three days.
I knock out cold at like midnight, wake up at 3-3:30, and then my body refuses to go back to sleep while I toss and turn until I give up, go running, and get ready for work.
It doesn’t help that I’ve been working six day weeks almost all month and I’m on my eighth day in a row right now and I’m burnt out. I’m exhausted all the time, and combined with the mood the holidays put me in, family stuff, and an overwhelming feeling of loneliness that I can’t seem to shake, my anxiety is worse than it’s been in a long time. If I don’t take care of myself I’m going to collapse or get sick or have another panic attack or something equally no bueno.
I’m gonna shower, pop some Zzz-Quil, and hope to god my body and mind are ready for the what is only the second Jamboree shift I haven’t managed to wiggle my way out of all season. (Which is pretty impressive when you take into consideration how fucking often they schedule me there.)
TL;DR WENDY NEEDS TO SLEEP OR SHE WILL GO OFF THE DEEP END AND SLAP A BITCH.
I need to find an ultra dapper outfit for Wednesday. I’ve exhausted my other options.
I need more circle skirts.
I couuuuld go out to a co-worker’s goodbye party tonight.
Orrrr I could download Ni no Kuni and stay up late playing.
On the one hand, I could socialize and have some fun, on the other….I have no social obligation to wear a bra…and it’s cold outside…and jammies…
There is a clear winner.
Ugh I keep seeing how skinny I used to be in that picture I just posted and it put in perspective how much weight I’ve put on in two years.
I mean, a part of it was being a late bloomer, cause boobs.
But those only weigh so much, ya know?
I need to get back in shape, like now, before two more years go by and I look at pictures from right now and wonder what the fuck happened to me.
I just checked my bank account.
GOD BLESS HOLIDAY PAY!