Why Is Everything So Complicated?!?!

It seems like everyone is using Twitter except me, so I signed up for it. Now I cannot figure the stupid thing out. I saw a joke once that said when you are 25 things are newfangled and you do not like them. It is true. I cannot seem to wrap my head around stupid Twitter. I had that problem with Facebook, too, but I have since gotten the hang of that. I received the verify with my name message, but do not know if it worked. I replied with my name then again with my username and tried posting after each and it did not work. And I cannot find a site to explain anything further than "text here!". If you tweet, help. Please. Before I break my phone (because I cannot break Twitter).

My weekend is half over. Saturday I almost called in sick. I got to work and two of our main programs went down so we could literally do nothing for a little over three hours. By the time it came back up, I felt better and was able to buckle down and get a good amount of work done.

Thursday was a good day. I guess I should have spoken of Thursday before Saturday, eh? Anyway, I went and met up with Denise, one of the ladies my mom has known since she was young. Denise works in Juvenile Probation. She gave me an overview of her department, then afterwards, I met up with a co-worker and we were given a tour of Juvenile Hall. I've done this before, back in 2003 probably, when I took a class at Hartnell. Probation is not hiring at the moment, but I have put myself on the interest list for Probation Officer I. I am thinking adult probation. We will see how it goes. I still want to work for the FBI, I just need a more interesting path to it than office work. And I have seen that my current position only goes to II and there is not much room for advancement from there. I have a BS. I need to put it to good use.

I spent a lot of time sleeping today. Er, Happy Easter by the way. Dawn, Mom, and I got together and starting putting some of her jewelry into the armoire we bought her just because. She was running out of room in hers, so I gave her mine as well (she will get much better use out of it than I ever did...Most of mine was empty because I have my jewelry in other boxes...and I wear a lot of the same stuff). Dad interrupted us when he went to bed, so we stopped for the night. We spent about two hours doing it. We emptied a lot of little boxes, so the top of Mom's dresser looks nice. Dad just isn't happy about them sitting in the hallway. We're working on getting them in the bedroom. We need to get organized first.

I went to Target before work yesterday and bought a bunch of stuff to pass out for Easter. I bought Mom and Dad candies and gave them to them yesterday. Most of my money was spent on Dawn. I bought her 4 CDs, Miley Cyrus' autobiography (yes, she loves Hannah Montana...she will see the movie in theater, just has not done it yet since it just came out). There was a wire model thing of the Eiffel Tower from Target. She has had her eye on that for ages, so I knew she would love it. Then there were a couple of stuffies and candies (but I did not buy too many of those). I told Mom I didn't want anything, but did get stuff.

Isn't my basket lovely? Ignore the background. I need to put stuff away... Anywho, it is filled to the brim with good stuff. Four paints, three paintbrushes, faux chocolate bunny on an egg box, dog statue, tack rags, wooden box, perler bead sets, notecards, and it is all tucked on four leaf clover fabric (I love clovers. I named my dog Clover. But they have to be 4 leaf, not 3. Some people do not get it. But my fam does.) The best thing out of all is the two packages of paint pens. I have a painting of a dog that I did about two years ago, and it has no background and I have been wanting to doodle it, but did not want to rely solely on my permanent marker stash (I heart Sharpies). Now I have the pens to try and I'm very excited. Oh, and it's all in a mixing bowl of my pattern (that I posted a photo of in an earlier entry).

Tomorrow I am going to the dentist for a broken molar. It has been about a month. Does not hurt because I had a root canal on it. I do not want to go, but it has to be done. I wish I could get more work done on it, but cannot afford it since I am still paying off doctor bills. Which reminds me, I need to schedule a follow-up ultra sound and ask about getting that Guardasil shot series...Dawn and I have really been wanting to do that. I was skeptical at first, but after seeing Jane Goody or whatever that British girl's name was, it just really clenched it for me. From what I have been feeling, I do not think the cysts have shrunk and I will probably need surgery. And I am such a baby when it comes to pain.

Tomorrow I am going to work on talking Dawn into helping me stencil the oversized T's I got for pajamas. I have had them for so long, I'd really like to start using them (but not until I get them made!). And I need to look into getting my bed off the floor. And the desk out of my room since I have no place for it and it is covering my fabric.

I do not know if I mentioned it before, but I went on a walk one day this week. And five minutes into it, I fell. Which was embarrassing, even though no one saw me. I fell off the curb. I scraped my knee up and a few days later a nasty bruise is coming up (I fell Tuesday). I fell hard because every time I hit my knee, it hurts. I figured I had bruised my bone. I still cannot kneel on it and I have a habit of banging it on everything. Or at least I am more aware of how much I bang it now.

Since it is almost five am and I need to get up at 10 at the lastest for my dentist appointment, I should go to bed. (I was in bed at 9pm, but woke up just after 1 and could not fall back asleep. As always).