Eating disorder

Two days ago my mom set me up on a lesbian date. It was sorta weird. My mom invited me to dinner at my parents house and she invited her hair dresser. She said that she thought we would be "fast friends". I was really nervous, I have never had a girl blind date before. I didn't know what to wear or say. Well, I was stood up. Can you believe it? It's bad enough if a guy stands you up, but a girl? I was actually pretty relieved, but still felt somewhat rejected.

I ate dinner at my parents house and afterward I started to feel a little sick. I went to bed at about 11 (at my parents house, I was too queasy to drive home), at about 2 am I woke up and knew something was not right. I ran to the bathroom and began to puke my guts out. This is pretty disturbing seeing that I have thrown up about 10 times in 2007. I am not sure what is up with me. Anyway, as I am sitting on the bathroom floor throwing up, my mom comes in to help and comfort me. Earlier in the day, before I had been sick, my mom had commented that she thought I looked too skinny- so as I am heaving and sweating and kinda crying my mom asks, "Angie honey, are you anorexic?" Seriously? My mom was confused between anorexia and bulimia, but I knew what she meant. In between heaves I managed to choke out- "yes mom, I am choosing to puke my guts out right now." We talked about it the next day and she realized that it was kinda ridiculous to think I would throw up every three hours all night in an attempt to lose weight.

I think I actually have bulimia amnesia. I binge and binge and binge and then totally forget to purge.

Nerds are people too

It's been a great couple of days. First, twilight concert series with friends- really fun. This guy: (if you can see him, he's in between the bars doing the air guitar. Again, I need to start bringing my camera to these functions) was one of the highlights of my night, along with dancing the night away with friends to Yo La Tengo.

Last night I bowled a 124 (not my best) but in doing so I won a bet that will lead to a friend doing an interpretive dance to a song of my choosing. He has yet to pay up, and I am still thinking of possible songs, but it will be amazing. However I may not make him pay up at all, I did drag him to the midnight release party of the Harry Potter book, he is not a fan and was an incredibly good sport. It was quite hilarious, all the people dressed up and very serious about getting their hands on a copy of the book. I now have a copy in my grubby little hands. My inner nerd was definitely out last night as I discussed my opinions regarding Harry Potter's fate with those in the line around me. There were some intense feelings by everyone in the conversation. I spoke with one older lady that was so adorable. She said that she hadn't read a book in over 15 years before she picked up a Harry Potter book and that it "brought the magic back" for her. Way to go Harry, bringing the magic back in more ways than one.

I have been reading a little of the book here and there. So far so good. I may need therapy when this is all over.

Rainbows make me gay

One of my favorite things in this world happens to be rainbows. They make me so happy. I know it seems silly, but it's true. I could be having the crappiest day and if I see a rainbow in the sky, I just feel happy. It makes me feel great for the rest of the day. That was what happened yesterday, I wasn't having a particular awful day or anything, but I was a little glum and driving on the freeway in traffic, then I saw this:
(I really need to start carrying my nice camera around)

I smiled all the way down to Provo. I even started singing to myself like a crazy person. When I was a little girl I loved the Muppet's and one of my favorite songs was "The rainbow connection". That was one of the songs I started to belt out. I couldn't remember all the words, but it gave me the same feeling I had when I would hear Kermit sing it as a little girl. It used to make me cry every time (I know, pathetic, I was a sensitive soul). Listen to it, rainbows make lots of people happy, even Blondie.

Sunday Stroll

I went on a little walk around Salt Lake City with an old friend I hadn't seen in a while and he took me to this building that was covered with graffiti. It's right across the street from Ichiban Sushi. I had never noticed it before, but it was a project done with 144 artists that were able to use their talents on an old condemned building- inside and out. I only saw the outside, but it was really cool. Maybe everyone else knew about this- it was called 337 Project. The exact address is 337 S. 400 East. I guess it all went down in May, I'm sad I missed it, but it is still cool to walk around. Here are some pathetic shots with my camera phone.




I really like the cow one. I think that the north side of the building is the best. I didn't get any pictures of that. If you want to see really good pictures and not my crappy ones go to the link above, or just stop by the building.

Insomnia

I took a nap this afternoon after I got home from work and that is the worst thing an insomniac can do. It leads to no sleep and blog #2 for the night. I wrote earlier in the week about the crash I had on my bike. The bruises are truly awful now. I look like I am diseased ridden or something. I was supposed to get in a swim suit today and I just couldn't subject people to my crack whore bruises. But I will subject you to one:

Gross, eh? If you are wondering where that is, it is on my upper thigh and it hurt really bad. Oh and I just have a very blurry upper thigh, it isn't my poor camera skills that made that picture unrecognizable.

So the contract arrived in the mail today for the job in London. I signed it and put it in the return envelope. Now it is just sitting on my desk. It's like I am waiting for a sign or something. All I know is that some days I feel really good about it and want to go and other days it is more of an ominous feeling. I have actually been praying about it now and I still don't know one way or the other. I wish Heavenly Father liked to answer my prayers in email form with- "My dearest Angie, go to London. Love, HF" but he doesn't. I know I have to work it out in my mind first and make a decision, but that is that part I struggle with. Honestly, I feel like I should stay here, but I know I will always wonder what would have happened had I gone. I am still sending in all the paperwork so that if I change my mind last minute I can still go. Pathetic. Options. I fill my life with so many options (jobs, boys, activities)no wonder I am confused all the time.

I kinda want to French Kiss Harry Potter

There are few things in my life that I am a total nerd about, Harry Potter is one of those things. I thought the whole idea of Harry Potter was ridiculous . . . at first. I had no desire to read the books and I refused to do so. Well, a friend convinced me to just read the first book and within two weeks I had the first four read. Then the movies began, it's become a sort of addiction, I was going to midnight showings, reading the books the day they came out and going to websites philosophising about what would come next. I need a support group or something. I have the 7th book on reserve and I may pick that up at midnight the night before it's released. I finally saw the 5th movie tonight- I am being strong, I waited a whole 24 hours after it opened to see it. That shows incredible control on my part, don't ya think?

I really liked it. I thought it was one of the better movies. They are all looking very old- Harry does not look like the little boy he once was (hence the title of this blog).

I will be glad when I can read the 7th book and finally be done with all this silliness.

Kids. . .

One reason I want to have them - check this out

Everything Dies

If you have read some of my earlier posts you may have read that I was given three pepper plants and two tomato plants. I was very excited about this and I followed the instructions I was given on how to take care of them properly as best I could. I may even make my own compost with worms and stuff, so that I can give the plants more of the healthy stuff they need (emphasis on may). I have had them over a week now and the pepper plants seem to be doing alright, the tomato plants I am not to sure about. You see, I have never had a plant that I didn't kill, except for the bamboo plant in my bathroom- but those are REALLY hard to kill. I am just expecting these plants to die. I have a black thumb, there is nothing green about it- I was hoping to change that, but I am still quite skeptical.




I went biking today and totally fell off. I was bleeding and now I am bruised. I tried to take pictures of my injury, but they don't look nearly as bad as I wanted them to look- because they aren't that bad. Oh well, it was really fun- the biking, not so much the falling.

4th of July, Woopidie doo

I am not the biggest fan of fireworks. I never have been. In fact, I think I was one of those wailing children that cried through the entire fireworks display and everyone hated through their "oohs" and "ahhs". I think they are pointless. It's overly crowded and loud and parking sucks. There is always some jack ass yelling "fire in the hole!" or someone discussing the colors and why there aren't "black fireworks" (seriously I heard someone say this once).

So, I purposely did not attend fireworks this year. I just went home. I didn't know it, but apparently my home is the perfect place to watch fireworks. We had about ten people camped out on our lawn and you can see them perfectly. So I got all the "reward", in a sense, with none of the work. Nice.

I still think they are stupid.

Almost everyone can safely read my blog

For those of you who thought otherwise, bite me.