So literally 2 minutes ago, I was brushing my hair thinking how much "I hate this" and was inspired for this very post: things I hate.
We'll start with the previous statement. I hate brushing my hair. I'm growing it our for 1. to have it long and pretty if/and when (i'm going to be murdered for that statement) i get married. I'd hate to cut it short and then not be able to wear it curly, because lord knows I'm not going straight, on my wedding day. and 2. to grow it long enough to donate. This has been a dream of mine, (a bucket list bullet if you must) to donate my locks. Not everyone can be THIS LUCKY ;) to be able to wear their hair super curly, wavy curly, or straight. And if I had any control, I'd love to donate it to a patient of mine. Also on my bucket list is to shave my head. Not crazy Britney Spears compulsive shave, something for the american cancer society or a loved one with cancer or like before, a patient. I think it would be pretty awesome. Just sayin'. Depending on how I wore my hair that day determines how long it will take to brush out my hair after my shower. Straight hair is the best to deal with, curly on the other hand (insert curse word here). When I lived in Duncan, I often had Bricey brush my hair (and even dry it if he's willing). My arms burn from brushing so long. I just hate it. Nuf said.
I hate painting my toes. Now I don't care if my finger nails aren't painted. I usually keep them natural, with clear gloss, or a nudge polish over them anyways because at work were not supposed to have colored nail polish. Don't question authority. But my toes are a different story. Do what you like but in this girl's opinion, natural toes are ugly. Maybe this was my mom's doing. She always has perfectly painted toes, professional pedi or not. We were blessed with the ability to polish perfectly. I think I actually do a better job than the nail salon but I pay the $50 for the leg and foot massage (and their polish usually stays longer). I also despise chipped polish on the toes and I like a little variety in color anyways. But painting my toes takes forever because my obsessive compulsive self has to do the same things in the same order everytime: remove old nail polish, trim, file, push back cuticles, beige coat to prevent yellowing of the nail, 2 color coats, and shiny top coat. WHEW!
Cleaning my house. I'm am a clean freak. I take after my daddio on this one. I like this to have a place, neat, organized, and put away before I go to bed at night. Otherwise, it is all I can think about trying to go to sleep. I have SLACKED OFF in this category in my newborn adulthood. With a small apartment and random things from every milestone in my life, there's not a place for everything!!!! Craigslist here I come! I finally got a day off today and got SO much done but the last thing on my to do list was "clean house" and I just couldn't come to terms with it. So instead, I showered and spent several minutes untangling my hair...
Exercising. I think about it every day. And YES this was the point of this blog in the beginning. But this blog has become a means of venting, laughing at myself, and sharing my life with the world: the good, the bad, and the best. I had good intentions I really do. But I CANNOT get my ass off the couch to walk over to my free, very lovely, brand new gym a few steps away in my apartment complex. SOMEONE PLEASE MOTIVATE ME! Also, I no longer get on pinterest because I despise the pictures of those girls with the 12 pack abs and sculpted toosh. Listen, 98% of women have cellulite people. Are you telling me every ounce of that 2% took a picture and has a blog on pinterest of their perfect non-cellulited self. I don't think so.I proud to say that I have a personality, which will stay with me until I'm 100 but you can't tell me they'll look like that when their 100. My mamma always says, "She's just jealous because we're beautiful and have curves". Amen Mamma! (That's no excuse for exercising thought :-\ )
Filling up with gas. You know though, it is the best feeling in the world to have a see that line all the way to "F". I just hate paying for it, so often. Ugh. And I always wait until the last minute to get it. I have yet to run out of gas...knock on wood. It is not like I'm saving time or money by doing this either. It just makes me feel a little more cost-savvy from my perspective.
One day, I'll be used to this adult life. Until then, I will continue to hand wash my clothing, stare at my dirty house, pray I don't run out of gas, loosen my drawstring on my scrubs, and waste time painting toenails. That is it for my vent sesh. And for all of you still reading...Thank you for reading. I love each and every one of you.
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