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Rough patches right now.

My mom wrapped her truck all up in the guardrail over the railroad near Goose Lake last night. The amount of times I've held my breathe, driving over, hoping it wouldn't happen to me is countless. I wish it was me instead of her, though her wrist and radius are shattered and I don't have health insurance or a job that would allow me to work if I broke any bone, so I guess it's for the better. But still, I will cry when I see her in a sling.

Speaking of jobs that won't allow me to work.. I swear I felt my muscle tear while spotting an obese women doing walk-outs on an exercise ball yesterday. My shoulder knows no mercy, I'm always running it into the ground. Flexerils all around tonight. (And a trip to Walmart for Bengay in the morning.) If this doesn't feel better before my clients tomorrow evening (one that I have to spot with the bar), I'm fucked.

I have no idea what I'm going to do about grad school. I'm not going to get into that until I can really sit and think about it.

I feel like I'm lacking organization.. like I just can't get my shit together. My client information feels so unorganized, and my schedule is so bizarre. Today I finally did something for myself and starting writing my own exercise program. I have not been paying attention to what I'm doing in the gym like I should be and I really want to drop a few pounds. If I can't do it, how can I expect my clients to?

Off to force myself into productivity.

I skipped class this morning; I was nauseated and didn't want to smell the mix of curry and deep-frier grease in the MEEM. Oh, and I didn't need to see Dassbach's movies for the fifth time either.

Today I had the research participant from hell. Knew my name, future plans beyond graduation (probably better than I do myself), and hometown despite the fact I have said hello to him once ever. He refused to listen to my direction and instead stared at my tits during each 15 minute session where he should be looking at computer screen. I heard him mashing the response pad the entire time instead of making accurate responses, and once completed, proceeded to ask whether I'd still be living in Hancock after graduation and if he could have my number. (I did not give it to him.) I really need a second lock on the front door.

John is 21 in an hour. Yay. :) We might go out tomorrow night but..

I have a job interview at 9:30 on Thursday morning at the Daily Mining Gazette! Probably not my dream job (district sales manager) but a job none-the-less. Hopefully all goes well, I haven't interviewed for a job since last fall.

I've been planning on dying my hair for awhile; I did want Ashley to do it but really can't justify spending money for a professional dye job, so I did it myself. I used Natural Instincts (which I used to use in high school and loved) because I'm done using permanent dyes (and really wish I could stop dyeing altogether) and picked a champagne color to get a less yellow blonde. When it was developing it turned the most absurd shade of plum (which usually is no indication of how the color will turn out). It ended up turning greyish-blondish-purple. I actually have fallen in love with it, but I'm not sure if it's work-appropriate. We'll find out after Skanee tomorrow.. :x

I'm ending this here. I have no conclusions right now.