Was just one of those days…
…where you sleep through your alarm.
…cant find your keys
…no clean clothes fit just right
…work is madness.
…you spill oil and mustard on your CLEAN clothes.
…you lose 100 dollars from a bank error that they refuse to fix because they dont think its their fault.
…your tire blows out while you are driving, scaring the bejeezus out of you, wasting 2 hours of your (quickly disappearing) day, and $120 of your (quickly disappearing) paycheck.
…and then, as you are pulling out of the parking lot of the nail salon that didn’t have time for you, you miscalculate and scrape the side of your car on a concrete wall.
yes, it was one of THOSE days. To the point where, when something else happened, it was almost laughable. And, you know, as SOON as I woke up at 8 am (having to leave for work in 20 minutes), I thought to myself, “It’s gonna be a non-good day”. Psychic powers, or self fulfilling prophecy.
The best medicine for a day like this: a friend who offers to buff out the scrape as best he can, another friend who buys you vegan curry for a dinner to cheer you up, kombucha….oh and vodka. It didn’t cure the shitty day, but at least it turned the volume down on some of the symptoms.
Irony? I got high praise by my boss today about my job performance for today. Oy.
As great as life is these days, I’ve definitely been wanting to do, well, more. I know, I’m doing a lot. Work, gym (barely), moving, and trying to keep a social life going has got me pretty busy lately. But I’ve been talking about taking graphic design classes forEVER it seems like, and everything got delayed and pushed back after the car accident. I’m fortunate enough to be surrounded by tons of creative artistic people on a regular basis, and I want to really get on track continuing on the path that leads me to becoming the person I want to be (though I definitely feel like I’m heading in the right direction these days.)
That’s why I’m slowing when it comes to decorating/moving boxes into my new place, so I make sure I’m not just living in clutter like i did at my last place. That’s why I buy so many books, when I have an entire shelf already dedicated to those I have yet to read.
But, oh, hey, I bought a new toy:
A Canon Rebel Xi. AKA my dream camera, that I have wanted for the last year. A little “congratulations on being an adult again, Allison” gift. I bought it used from a guy on Craigslist for $325 (Mom, don’t me mad at me.)
This makes me happy for many many reasons. One, I’ve been jonesin for a creative outlet. And 2…look at all the pretty pictures!
I’ve been wanting to get into photography for a while. This is the first big stepping stone.
My life is going pretty snazzy, now I can just immortalize it a little bit better 
