eye doctor

So, I went to the eye doctor today. Yes I do need glasses, that I will have to wear all the time. So it ended up being only about $200 that I had to pay for the glasses all together. The insurance paid a little over $300 in total. Now I really don't know about the frames I got. I know for sure with the glasses on, it going to make me want to wear my hair down. I usually just put it in a bun because it's the easy way to it without putting much time into it in the morning. So this just means that I'm just going to have to spend the 4-6 hours getting my hair braided now.

So I'm still stuck in Star Ocean and I've started playing Chaos Legion again. (doing a little better now that I know how the battle system works.) I hope to have a chance to get some more tickets to see James Blunt so that now I can actually take someone with me. I hope to get a certain tickets. I'm going to have to juggle some things around but I think I can do it. It sucks to not to really have anyone to go with. The one person that offered to pay for the her ticket if I got her one I don't really trust. I've had plans with her before and when the time came to go or whatever and I try to call her or whatever she won't answer and when you do finally get in touch with her she says she forgot all about we had plans. So I might end up going with my nephew. I would have liked to have went with Samatha but I don't kno what happened to her.

The Portrait of the Inspector Guardian
mood: amused
music: Don't Foget About Us: Mariah CareyISTJ (Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging) D.Keirsey
Inspector Guardians look carefully and thoroughly at the people and institutions around them. Making up perhaps as much as ten percent of the general population, Inspectors are characterized by decisiveness in practical affairs, are the guardians of institutions, and if only one adjective could be selected, "superdependable" would best describe them. Whether at home or at work, Inspectors are nothing if not dependable, particularly when it comes to examining the people and products they are responsible for-quietly seeing to it that uniform quality is maintained, and that those around them uphold certain standards of attitude and conduct. I think that is true about me for the most part. I don't like not being someone that doesn't have something done that I should have done.
These quiet, no-nonsense Guardians have a distaste for and distrust of fanciness in speech, dress, and living space. Their words tend to be simple and down-to-earth, not showy or high-flown; their clothes are often homespun and conservative rather than of the latest fashion; and their home and work environments are usually neat, orderly, and traditional, rather than up-to-date or luxurious. In their choice of personal property (cars, furnishings, jewelry, and so on) price and durability are just as important as comfort or appearance. Classics, antiques, and heirlooms are especially valued, having achieved a certain time-honored status-Inspectors prefer the old-fashioned to the newfangled every time. Even on vacation, Inspectors tend not to be attracted by exotic foods, beverages, or locales. Yeah, I'm not into name brands or anything like that. As long as it fits and something that i like i'm happy (since as soon as I get home clothes come off anyway. I'm not so neat in my room. Maybe if the house was actually mine i owuld take better care of it. The food thing is true because i find myself scared of trying to many new foods and drinks and all that.
Their thoroughness and orderliness, combined with their interest in legality and standardization, leads Inspectors to a number of occupations that call for the careful administration of goods and services. Inspectors feel right at home with difficult, detailed forms and columns of figures, and thus they make excellent bank examiners, auditors, accountants, and tax attorneys. Managing investments in securities is likely to interest this type, particularly investments in municipal bonds and blue-chip securities. Inspectors are not likely to take chances either with their own or others' money, and the thought of a bankrupt nation, state, institution, or family gives them more than a little uneasiness. The idea of dishonoring a contract also bothers an Inspector -their word is their bond-and they naturally communicate a message of trustworthiness and stability, which can make them successful in business. With their eye for detail, Inspectors make good business men and women, librarians, dentists, optometrists, legal secretaries, and law researchers. High school and college teachers of business administration, home economics, physical education, civics, and history tend to be Inspectors, as do quartermaster officers in the military.So, all in all this is really accurate even in the job. (working in a bank type situation) I've always loved math though. What really got me not so into was a bad teacher. She would just be like "You know what you know and what you don't know you don't know." You are suppose to teach us what we don't know!!!! That was alittle depressing also because she also taught at a college and would be us (her high school students) grading their papers. I also hate not being able to keep my word. I also hate that in other people too...______________________________________________________________________________ J. ButtISTJs are often called inspectors. They have a keen sense of right and wrong, especially in their area of interest and/or responsibility. They are noted for devotion to duty. Punctuality is a watchword of the ISTJ. The secretary, clerk, or business(wo)man by whom others set their clocks is likely to be an ISTJ.As do other Introverted Thinkers, ISTJs often give the initial impression of being aloof and perhaps somewhat cold. Effusive expression of emotional warmth is not something that ISTJs do without considerable energy loss. I get that all the time, that I look mean or cold or uncaring.ISTJs are easily frustrated by the inconsistencies of others, especially when the second parties don't keep their commitments. But they usually keep their feelings to themselves unless they are asked. And when asked, they don't mince words. Truth wins out over tact. The grim determination of the ISTJ vindicates itself in officiation of sports events, judiciary functions, or an other situation which requires making tough calls and sticking to them.This is the problem I have with my RL friends. I love them but I can't be around them for to long because of this.
Famous ISTJs:
Thomas (Christ's disciple)
U.S. Presidents:
George Washington
Andrew Johnson
Benjamin Harrison
Herbert Hoover
George H. W. Bush
Paul Coverdale (U.S. Senator, R-GA)Jackie Joyner-Kersee (U.S. Olympic athlete)Evander Holyfield, heavyweight boxing champion
Fictional ISTJs:
Joe FridayMr. Martin (hero of James Thurber's Sitting in the Catbird Seat)Eeyore (Winnie the Pooh) (My favorite character from winnie the pooh)Fred Mertz (I Love Lucy)

final wishes

A friend of the family husband died on Sunday. His funeral is today. It was not a surpise or anything he has been sick for a long time now. I believe he had cancer. He had planned his funeral himself. There were things that he didn't want done. The number one thing that is bring to ask the question/make the post about this is, he did not want his children coming to the funeral. I don't know the detail about it, whether it's just the funeral or what. I can understand that because one of them is really young. The other one is a little older and she's been asking a lot of questions. Their mother said that she was going to take them away even though it's against his wishes. The way I see it, it's not just his kids that he is like this with. He said he didn't want people staring at him a long time. So he wanted the viewing for 30mins. I understand her said to about how to deal with the questions that they are going to ask and it will be a little easier if they see/know what's going on.
My mom was saying that she thinks that is right because right now she is the one raising her kids and no one else can tell you how to raise your kids. My mom said that she took my sisters to their father's funeral. (well all of them except me, I was only 4 when my father died but I'm the one that found him so what's the difference there?) She said that I really didn't have any questions or anything.

Anyway Lisa (this girl well woman that I'm talking to right now) has been very sweet to me lately. I don't know much about her yet we just started talking. She lives in Washington. She I think she said she teaches math, I don't remember but I know she is a teacher. I told her that I don't have a passion for anythingright now.My question is how much do you vaule the wishes of the dead?

reading

I've never cried so much when reading a book. I mean so far three people have been killed and i've cried for all of them. I guess maybe it's because they are so innocent. I've never really cared before or at least not this much when people died in the a book. I guess I also feel a little bad/sad for the main character, because she is the one that has to find these people that she works for/cares about dead. I mean the first guy that she worked was so sweet and nice and old and didn't deserve to get killed that way. I was horrified when I read it.

sleeping

I was talking to Nolan yesterday about sleeping. Things that I do in my sleep...etc. Now after thinking about it I have always had a problem with sleeping in the bed with the person I'm dating. Things were never the same with my last ex(roman) after I told him I didn't want to sleep in the same bed with him. Lol...it's really funny to me now. He was so mad...lol. Anyway, the problem with him was that he was a very light sleeper. If I turned or got of bed or anything it would wake him up. So that in turn made me uncomfortable because I was so aware of my movements around him. Plus I never got that comfort in his bed because I sleep on 6 pillows. 1 to fall behind the bed, 1 to hold, 1 between my knees and 3 (2 regular and 1 buckwheat) to sleep on. Joseph we talked about it one time but I haven't sleep in a bed with him yet. He was so whatever about it because he was like he would never tell anyone that he couldn't sleep in the same bed with them. He says he would get use to them within 3 nights. Well, good for you mister man. I'm not like that and I'm not going to pretend that I am. Dita...she use to get so mad at me in morning. I did like sleeping with her though. She just had thing about not getting into bed with clothes on. I remember the first time I did that and she looked at me like I lost my damn mind. (that was funny too...I could only imagine my face going like....'what?') During the time I was with her I was working stock and would have to start getting ready for work around 4:30-5am. She didn't usually get up until about 8 or 9am. I would be up before her so I would go start during things around her house...like the dishes or picking stuff up. She would get mad about waking up and I'm not there. My point is I'm not going to wake you up, that feels so rude to me. I'm not going to stay in bed either. I would always have to go through the foot of the bed to get out too. Their bed was agaist the wall. It was like a tight fit there was only about 10" from the foot of the bed and the wall. I would have to try to walk between that space to get out of bed. I hurt myself bad one time doing that. So, I talk in my sleep, move, snoring and all. The one thing that I just really hated was when someone starts listening to me in my sleep. I'm like look I'm having a conversation that I don't know about so when I wake up don't ask me about it. Roman use to do that. On the rare occasions that he wakes up before me he would just be looking at me. He would ask well who is this person or whatever. I'm like I don't know. Dreaming When I usually dream about that people that I know it usually means that I need to talk to them for some reason. I use to have this all the time. The last person that I had a dream I have no idea why. I haven't thought about that person since I left high school. They have no meaning to me.

So, I've finally decided to let the dollar store go and I think I'm going to start working for the same company that my sister works for. I was talking to her today about it and she said don't let them know I know anything about computers. I was like it's going to be kinda to say that I don't know anything about computers when my first job is in front of a computer all day/shift long. She said she was trying to warn me because if they find out I know anything about computers they are most likely going to want me to be a supervisor. I told her that I doubt that because I'm looking for only part-time work which translates to mean when I'm off on my other job and on Sundays. She told me that she was going to tell them that I already know the job them because I help her out sometimes when they are behind in the computer work. Plus that part of it I can do from home.
I had a dream about birttany again this morning. It was weird too. I mean it was like we were in some type of game room closet. She had some cards and different stuff there. When I asked her if she wanted to play one of the cards games, she said we couldn't play because they had the word hunt/hunter/hunting in it. It was like all these rules about these games that we play and couldn't so basically there we no games that we could play because there was always something with the games that we against the rules.

dreaming

I'm not sure where I was working (It felt something like a k-marts or something but way better stuff/like what department) but I called another department. They had two lines. One of the calls was announced through the pa system. Then when I called over I know I didn't like the person that picked up. Now I don't remember picking up my name tag when I went over but it's important for later on in the dream. I went over with I think it was suppose to be a computer. It was the size of my hp3600 printer. I went over and exchanged cold hello's with the woman I didn't like. She sorta jump when she saw the supervisor coming. A guy around my age. I wasn't nervous or anything around him, but he was crushing on me big time. He talks to me for a moment and I place my printer on the shelf. I follow him somewhere, but it was still in the store. There was a guy already there taking water from one place to the next. The guy said something about 21 water(I forgot the last word). So the supervisor took me over there and said something about the sink and toilet. The guy that was there was already working on the toilet. The thing is that we were under it. Looking up at the ceiling. Plus the sheer amount of water that were coming through the pipes could in no way come from a toilet and sink. Whatever happened I ended up trying to help the guy out and I this huge circle thing and placed under the pipe for the sink. I would let it fill up about half was and then release it. I did for about three time. The supervisor was there yelling at the other guy about why couldn't he think of doing what I was doing. The next thing I know I soaked from neck to toe. The supervisor guy just couldn't stop staring at me. I went to go change. ( I keep a change of clothes in my locker in both the dream and real life.) After starting to make my way to the lockers I'm changed and dry but it looks like i've just popped up in a class of come sort. I sit at a back table. Before I get there I pick up my printer which turned into a keyboard. I started talking to a girl next to me and that's when I notice my keyboard was different from everyone else. My keyboard was the plain gray, pink and light green. When the class was over there was some big deal with these circle, star, crescent, and square shiny shaped paper I had. Anyway the instructor told me that I had to go and face to face tell this lady that I was leaving and her put some of the shiny paper in my hand. I walked over to the other side and there was this blond lady there just uncontrollable crying. I try to comfort her. I told her goodbye and then she like disappeared or something. The only lady left in the room was this pregnant lady that her water should be breaking at any moment. I gave her a small hug though I could feel I wanted to give her a bigger hug. She had on this pink shirt but I couldn't make out the writing that was on it, that was in hot pink glitter. I went back to my sit. The instructor came up to me place on hand on the back of chair and other right in front of me. He seemed different somehow. I asked him for my name tag. He whispered something nasty/mean in my ear. He said that I didn't need it that he did. Then he pull out two of my other name tags. One was from when I was training. Then my regular one. I didn't understand it because I also still had my regular name tag with me. He said something about not being able to let me go back to mine time with it. I argue with him that I need it to bring back to my time. He said soemthing about it will already be there. Then I got a dragon feeling from him. I think then he turned into Father Dennis. (Someone who I kinda trusted and never though would know anything about the....dark arts.) He turned out to be some wizard or something. Then the next thing I know I'm back in my chair at my computer but it was facing my bed. I heard my mom on the phone with the guy that does our lawn. She said to him "I guess I have caught you early but come on by to get some marconi and fish."

I have no idea what that means....but at least it didn't feel real at all

h.b.d.b.

Happy Birthday Brittany!!! woo-hoo 12 years olds