I am super sleepy. Like. It's 6:00 pm and I just want to go to bed.
My sister graduated from her college this last weekend, so the family went to go see. We drove straight through from Southern California to Portland, Oregon.
I have insomnia...
I can't sleep in the car...
I'm dead.
And what's even better is that we started the trip back to California the day after the graduation.
That means we had one rest day period.
I'm so tired *cries*.
But of course, it's hot here in Cali, and we had just gotten our pool filled.
So what do we do when we finally make it home (without having gotten any sleep whatsoever)?
We go swimming.
And since my sister came down to visit for the week she was really excited to see her dog.
Seems she was even more excited to try and get her into the pool...
It's fun stuff, you know, when you get a package or letter in the mail. Despite the normality of instant messenger there's still something special in getting that little surprise from the post man. Or maybe it's because of the instant gratification (so long as people cooperate by responding immediately to us) of receiving a message that makes the rare gift in the mailbox so much more special.
It's even exciting when you're expecting that letter/package. Probably because, even if you know it's coming, you have to wait for it. And that somehow makes it wonderful.
This doesn't count when you're receiving bills, or FAFSA stuff, or that nasty letter from Roberta who hates you because you stole her boyfriend...
PS: that never happened.
But seriously. It didn't. I don't know anyone named Roberta. Are there people named Roberta?
I digress. Packages are fun to get!
So, I'm a writer. I write teen books. And on the day I got this particular package in the mail, I was editing my latest piece (a piece I've also been super nervous about). So here I am, typing away, when my brother walks in. You'd think by now my siblings would know not to disturb me whence in the middle of a writing session, but alas. It happens often. So he comes in, bearing this package like some kind of special sacrificial offering we're about to slay on the alter of my sewing desk (or my bed rather, since that's where he plopped it later), and he asks me, "Jess, you got a package, what is it?"
I was expecting a package, so I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know." Liar. I just didn't want to have to tell him what I thought it might be. I was working, yo.
He asks again, "but what is it?"
"I don't know! Just put it on the bed, I am working!" I was annoyed, obviously. Don't bug me while I'm working, fool!
So he does. And about an hour or so later, I finish. I've forgotten about the package, that is until I swivel in my chair to get out and I see it on my bed.
It is a much bigger box than I was expecting those vitamins I adored to come in. I mean. The beast was huge for the bottle I was expecting. So I pick it up, and to my delight, it's something I wasn't expecting. A package from Moviepilot, a site where I write articles about my nerdy love for nerdy things, but mostly movies.
I remember vaguely that this was something that might happen randomly, but it wasn't something I was ever expecting. What fun! It was even addressed from one of the guys I had corresponded with from that company. (I'm bad at emailing conversationally, sorry that kind of just died). So, I opened the box, and I found my presents.
Sweet deal.
Write for moviepilot, the people are great, it's fun stuff, and you just might get a gift.
So here its. I followed the instructions, I put the strips on my teeth, I let them hang out there for an hour, and what happens?
Not a whole dang lot. My teeth were barely whiter than before.
Needless to say, I was both relieved and disappointed. Why? Relieved because I wouldn't be tempted to spend $20 on more and disappointed because I wanted whiter teeth.
Aside from not having the fantastic results those T.V. ads promised, I also experienced pain from the enamel being stripped from my teeth. I was expecting that, but I wasn't expecting it to be THAT painful. It sucked to breathe through my mouth, eat, and I definitely didn't like drinking.
My lack of skill is evident in this video far more painfully than the last Reaper Gameplay.
My button pushing skills are lacking and it never occurred to me to let the automatic kill do its job.
After dying THAT many times, I've learned my lesson.
Let the auto-kill do what's it made to do. Kill auto <--check it out! It's a word and I spelled it right the first time.
Also. Those screamer things. Yeah.
Does anyone remember this movie?
In the video I say the 90's, but it's most obviously NOT from the 90's. Even when I said it I knew it was wrong. This baby was from the 30's and those monster things Barnabey had under his thumb scared me to death! Not to mention those three little pigs, but I liked the movie. Especially with Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy (two of the best comedians of their time).
Anyway. These were the guys I was talking about that the screamers reminded me of.
Right?! *Shivers*. You won't see me visiting this page very often.
Thank goodness for those toy soldiers... is it wrong that I kind of had a thing for them even though they're toys?
You like how this gameplay post turned into a rant about Babes in Toyland?
Cramping, bloating, fatigue...those are pretty common.
But only some of us have had to endure this: cramping, bloating, fatigue, contractions, diarrhea, vomiting, cold sweats, chills, and other horrors.
Yes. This happens.
Why?
It seems those of us that experience the Extreme Period, are lacking in calcium.
What did I do to fix this?
I got vitamins with tons of calcium in them.
Now I'm not a doctor, and this isn't to say that this will fix you like it did me (because it did), but it's a ray of hope. Maybe, if you're like me, you're just lacking calcium. The life giver. Maybe this will help.
It might not...
You can get Alive just about anywhere you can get vitamins.
If it doesn't help, and maybe even if it does, go see a doctor.
