A/c @ MindSay 
Okay, so there were some things I didn't want to write about on my new blog. I will try not to write about those things. Here we go.
I am having the most boring day ever. This week my boss is on vacation and I am sitting in his office, alone, and bored, and sad, and going bugnuts from the lack of stimulation and human contact. This is not my idea of a good time. Two days left... two days left...
I just ate a personal pizza for a "snack". I think it qualifies as dinner. Which sucks because I will likely have a second dinner when I get to my stepmom's place (I'm going there for dinner). I joined a gym a month and a half ago, and I'm pretty faithful at going there and exercising, but I suck at the balanced eating bit of it. I need to be more disciplined.
I am so freaking bored... oh wait, we covered that already. 
Last night I got in a big fight with my grandparents about air conditioning. It was 33 degress celcius outside and my grandparents didn't have the a/c on when I got home. So I flipped out. I think it was totally justified. I'm paying rent to live there and I deserve to be comfortable. And not using it when you have it is just insane.
In other news, I have a stress fracture in my left foot. It's not fun. I just got the results of the x-ray/bone scan back today, and that's what it said - stress fracture and tendonitis. Fabulous. The Dr. was talking about possibly putting me in an ankle boot, but I hate the idea of that. I told her that it seems to be getting better (after all, it did happen forever ago... I was just tardy in seeking treatment, and then the dr. misdiagnosed it as tissue swelling... long story), and that I can walk almost normally on it, it's not swollen anymore... so perhaps we could compromise on me wearing sensible shoes instead? Dr. pointed out that my shoes aren't the most practical choice for someone in my condition - I'm always wearing those damn cute little ballet flats that are so popular right now. heheh. So maybe it's time to break out the running shoes... blech. They're not cute!
I have been listening to two songs all day. The first is 'She Talks to Angels' by the Black Crows. If anyone can guess why I'm listening to this song this week especially, I'll give you a high five. The second song is Katie Melua's version of 'Just Like Heaven', which I heard in a video of a dog doing tricks that I watched on Facebook last night - I'll provide a link later. I loved the song so much that I downloaded it right away and put it on my iPod. So yeah, just those songs have been playing constantly... whenever another one starts up, I change it back. In that vein, is there a way to put an iPod song on repeat? :P
Well, this is long, so I'll leave it at that.
I'm sorry I haven't really blogged much lately...it's weird how I can go from blogging at least once every day to hardly blogging at all.
The last few times I've gone into work it's been hot as hell....the air went out on Friday, which means this whole time it's been like 100 degrees outside--it's hottter inside Subway. Last night it was 110 degrees or more, the food was starting to look icky, the fridge temp kept going up and by the end of the night it was like 65 degrees (not good), and the freezer temp was like 15 degrees above when it's supposed to be -8 degrees. It's just not good. And I don't really think our manager cares that much. Yesterday I got there at four, and the temp just kept rising....at 7pm I started to get light headed and got a stomach ache. Grr this is pissing me off...I seriously hope someone gets food poisoning so that he'll actually do something about it. I mean, I hate when people get sick, but I just want the air to get fixed so we all don't have to die at work.
Why do I keep thinking about my past? I don't know. About guys? Again, I don't know. Things like this just keep sneaking up on me and I seriously don't know what to do about them. I can't just push them aside cuz then when they do come back--it's worse and they WON'T go away no matter what I do. It's starting to piss me off...because I get slightly depressed, except when I'm with friends, and if I'm not with friends--I can't talk to anyone about it anyways, cuz my family would never listen.....I'm used to that.
Well, I better get going now...sorry I haven't been writing much.
<3 Nicole
for a while, so this morning it happened. On a parenthetical note, we
do not have A/C in our church, and it was hot. And it's also been
quite humid the past couple days. So add a high dewpoint, high temps,
and 350 people and you have a stuffy building even at 10:00 am --
thankfully, we forego Sunday school in the summer months so we can
have services earlier.
Anyway, I took my temperature gauge that I keep in our living room
just to see what the reading would be. The result? A cool 92
degrees. E was restless in the heat as were the children
scattered around the room, but I was feeling pretty good. Why?
Because I don't go to church to impress anyone...just a T-shirt,
shorts and flip-flops for me (and all the other sane men in the
sanctuary). It certainly doesn't win me any brownie points with
Jesus. By all accounts, I am stark naked in front of him. He sees
clear through me. (On a similar vein, I have in my possession
somewhere or another some great stuff on the futility of -- and sadly
the total warping of God's grace -- when Christians attempt to
superficially "dress up or look their best for Jesus"). Sunday best--
there's no such thing--it's a crock and a slap in the face of grace--I
wish people realized it. More than that, I wish those that espoused
this line of thinking would stop teaching it to impressionable minds
under the guise of being helpful. Of course, the back of my T-shirt
was soaking wet when we got up to leave, but that's nothing new. At
least I wasn't drenched from top to bottom as I noticed one young man
was a few Sundays ago at a church we were visting (this church --
First Congregational of Essex -- had no A/C either and was even hotter
there). The guy looked like he had been working construction all day
in Death Valley.
I will continue in another post since I hijacked my own topic. I'm
sorry. I just got a little over-heated. It stems from a blog I read a
few days ago of a seemingly intelligent pastor who was dogmatically
saying that as a Christian matures, he would want to start wearing his
best clothes to church. He also said that those who wore "less than
their best" were in rebellion. I think he was even preaching a few
sermons relating that junk to his congregation who doubtless respect
him and will believe him (he argues his point pretty well, but his
premise is inaccurate) who in turn will repeat it to the next
generation and so on and so on...
"tssssssssss ... How wonderful! Pool & beach side by side ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" bye