My left hand sucks

I read that if you brush your teeth with the opposite hand it's supposed to stimulate your brain and help with things like depression. Really? Well, I've tried this for the past 2 days and I just feel retarded, and like my teeth are not properly cleaned. Brushing my teeth with the opposite hand is one of the only things I could imagine trying besides maybe throwing a ball or using a fork and spoon. I would never pour a glass of wine with my left because it would spill and I'd get depressed. (the exact opposite of the study). I would never try flat ironing my hair with my left because I'd for sure burn my ear off or something. I'd 100% never ever try and use the opposite hand in the bathroom. (Don't even try putting an image to that). Shaving would take me ten thousand years.
Anyways, it's an interesting challenge. So if you are feeling like laughing at yourself, try brushing your teeth with your opposite hand.

Things to do before turning 30, Part I

Pee in Urinal



Check.

anxiety anxiety

I hate my 2nd job. I really do. It's basically the same as my 1st job, except with a very dysfunctional family with attention deprived twin 9 year olds, an autistic 14 year old boy who hates me, a mother who is trying to hold it together, and a father who walks around in his tighty whitey black briefs every shift. Not to mention, both parents are home the entire time I'm there. Even the dog is crazy. The 9 year olds are so desperate for attention that I can't even go pee without them saying "Aja!!!!! where are you??" I have tried to reason with myself saying "this job isn't that bad, I mean, I don't have to deal with shitty customers and the money is pretty ok". However, the more I am there the more I convince myself that I never want to have kids, and that's sort of a sad thought. I get really sad being there. It's such an unhealthy environment to spend my time in. I'm not exactly in the best head space anyways, and that house makes me want to cry and just point out to them how nuts they are and how I'm never coming back. I only work 2 days a week there, but that's enough to give me such anxiety that I can't sleep at night.
I've convinced myself I'm going to quit , but sometimes doing something I feel is the right decision is hard for me. Also, the mom just busted her knee and is pretty much bed ridden for the next 3 months, which makes my duties extra. So, I feel bad saying I want to quit, but I JUST can't take it anymore.
Ok. I know this is boring, but it feels good to write about it and get it out.

I was in the grocery store the other day shopping for family #1, and when I turned around from grabbing a carton of eggs autistic boy was there with dad from family #2 and staring at me. I said Hi and he instantly huffed and puffed and turned around. I thought "go fuck yourself" even though I know he's autistic....he's not retarded. He's kind of mean. Anyways, It just creeped me out because every where I went I would look up and find him staring at me. Yeah. Peace out family #2. I'm out.

indoor fetch

Cat came home early from work yesterday (sick) and we proceeded to pull out our sofa sleeper and watch movies and sleep on it all night. We only left the house to go eat vietnamese food. (which was super yummy ) Knocked ourselves out with Nyquil and slept poorly all night on the sofa sleeper. It's a tempurpedic mattress and we put a memory foam topper on it, but it still feels a little uncomfy in the middle of the night.
Poor lola hasn't been on a proper walk in days. We just take her out for little 5 minute stints to pee and poop then she's back inside. I was trying to motivate myself to go to the park with her, but the thought makes me tired. So, instead we are playing fetch inside. I sit on the couch and throw her little stuffed giraffe into the kitchen and she chases it like a mad woman. God she's cute.
Can someone please tell me how Muse, a 3 piece band, gets such a HUGE sound? They are on tv right now and I just can't even believe it. I really like them. I wish I was more of an equipment nerd and knew how to use all the synths and pedals and play onstage with a computer set up blasting beats on top of my guitar. Everything I own musically is because Jenni told me to buy it. I've always wanted to make music but never cared about the technical aspect of it. Maybe that's why I'm secretly a drummer. (I keep telling myself that). I really do love the guitar though. I finally feel comfortable with it, after like 11 years of playing.
This is boring. I'm rambling. Coffee and sudafed will do that do a person.
;Back to fetch I go.

Monday = I'm sick

For real. My body hurts and I have been in my pajamas since yesterday. Knocked myself out with nyquil last night and called in sick to work today. Thank god for that, but I do wish I was feeling better and could get some stuff done.

Saturday Cat and I played basketball. She kicked my ass. I'm sort of a competitive person when it comes to sports, but I've learned to be more humble since meeting her. She's beaten me at every single things we've done. One of our first dates we went mini golfing..she kicked my ass. Then we did the batting cage...she kicked my ass. We always talk about playing basketball together but I've secretly been a little scared. Her coach used to pay her to make baskets, and she also once scored over 50 points in a game. Um, so yeah. She beat me. IT was really fun though. I can't wait to play again. Needless to say, we are both really sore from our one day of athletic activities.


After Basketball (and showers and food) we took a zipcar to Saulsalito for a quick getaway from the city. Ice cream, window shopping, and Lola being a complete freak on a leash. (no reference to that awful song. Who did that? Korn?)




Yesterday (sunday) I stayed in all damn day. Cat cooked dinner last night and it was SO good. (I love to take pics of my food)


WEll, Now I'm going back to bed.
Sorry I made my pics too big. I'm delirious.