Yesterday was absolutlyfantabulouso. That is my special way of saying Had an awesome TIME!!!! at the Day Spa.. 5 hours of massage, facial, pedicure, manicure and bubble bath action. I think everyone in their lifetime should experience a day like that. The massage therapist did a Chakra reading and peeked into private parts of my life. She said to me that I needed to forgive those who do me harm.. I am afraid I can't do that until they ask for it. In the news today, these college students are being charged for torture after a hazing caused death. It is sad that everyday kind of people have to learn consequences the hard way. My sleep test is coming up with in a few hours and I keep pondering what do I think they will find. I wonder does my brain register my hallucinations? Will they be able to tell that I am napping even if I can not speak, but I can hear them. I guess we will find out..... I don't care if there is a cure or not. I just want to know if there is something abnormal and what it is and HOW I deal with it...

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Damn it... Justin (my husband) has become my conscience!!! I can't enjoy my freakin Chocolate Lovers Icecream from Cold Stone.. He is ruining it by making me think how much I spent on it.

The worst part is that he doesn't even know I bought it, I just hear is voice and can see him looking at me like he is about to beat me with a newspaper.. The overdose of chocolate is making my stomach feel horriable already.

Damn health issues.

I WON'T LET YOU WIN!!!!!

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I am ever so upset that Dave Chappelle will not be returning to Comedy Central. To replace him they have put up The Mind of Mencia and Weekends with DL wich both seem to be rip offs of Dave's awesomness.. Like when Seinfield went off the air and every sitcom tried to grab the attention of Seinfields viewers... AND FAILED.

My mom called me not to long ago to apollogize. She said, "Remember that time you wanted a haircut and kept being a pain about it? and then I gave you a spanking for it?"

"No... I don't"

"Well I just wanted to apollogize for it. It always bothered me and I wanted to say that I am sorry."

"Well Thanks! Uhmmmm what about the bobby situation. That one always bothered me."

"What bobby situation... You know.. I came to you and you didn't believe me. It really hurt me and I told Jeannie and Josh that you didn't believe me the one time I needed you to"

There was a pause. A moment of silence.. I could tell that it was still a touchy situation to her.

"Its not that I didn't believe you. It was looking through life through Rose Colored Classes. (Her way of saying I didn't want it to be true) I am sorry about that to..."

"Thank you. "

Being a grown up is more fun than not. Sure I wish I could be a kid and still be in school making better grades, having recess, taking naps, and being only worried about what Sean Scaggs or Dezi thought about me.

Its so interesting the life cycle of a relationship between child and parent. We grow close as children, then as teen agers we reject them and then as adults we shed our parental needs and we develop a friendship. It doesn't ALWAYS work that way.

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I love Black Eyed Peas. I love alot of things. It was hot today. Really Hot... I have been drinking more water because of this desert heat. My hump My hump My lovely lady lump. Obviously she is talking about a tumor that she has growing on her. For those who may be new to the Amy. I have a sleep disorder. What kind? I don't know. All I know is it involves Hallucinations. While I am awake. Sure I did Acid, but those who have done way more than me are not having these issues. Yesterday I sat poised at the kitchen sink disgruntlly "rinsing" dishes for the dishwasher. we had all these paper bags lined up from groceries. Out of nowhere Pastacchio a dog we babysat last week was there and she was whining. What's worse is before I realized what was going on I almost turned to tell her to QUIT. It happens more as I get more tired. Sometimes I wonder if Justin believes me. Oh well... I used the company van again to buffer me from something solid. This time another stores back wall. No one is going to fuck with me now when I make deliveries. I look like a road warrior. Listen to Kanya West. I love how he rhymes. Learning to Japanese and I am proud how I am acctually RETAINING. The Center Manager calle dthe store and wanted to have a chataroo with me. Why? What have I done? I am being fired probably. Damn it I am being fired. That sucks .. okay call him ... no answer... leave a message... Damn it.. Why ME? I work my ass off!! oh well I want to leave sometimes.. it will make getting hired at Starbucks easier. Call again... No answer... QUICK hang up... Call again... No Answer... HANG UP AGAIN!! wander, ponder, panic... This is how I react to things... Think the WORST and panic over it... Well all he wanted to do was chat about my email.. I erased, but he already read. He was happy I wrote my letter. Made me feel better Getting an Ultrasound tommorow... To see if my insides are proper. NEver seen the inside of me... Justin has a prescription to masterbate. So they can check him to. I think thats awesome... He can call in late because the doctor said he HAS to deliver it once he is done with it. Emily says, "Oh I have a friend who does that for a living!" ME: "Your friend masterbates in a cup and donates sperm for a living?" Emily: "No! He works for the clinic that deal with it. " ME: oh.......

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I currently have a live journal, and a myspace. I look at all of my friends journals, they check mine, we comment back and forth. Its great, but I have always been one of those people that despite my openess can be quite reserved when explaining my feelings afraid of the reaction they may give birth to. So I need a place to express myself and not be afraid of knowing eyes to read my thoughts and then laundry my words. Which means Spin and Repeat. Paper Journal? no my friend for paper and ink are to much trouble. My hand and my brain don't connect while holding a writing untensil. I can not write as fast as my brain tends to run. Its rather overclocked this brain is. I could download a program, but it seems that you have to PAY for it and well.. I am cheap... Bear Share didn't provide me with any "trial" software that didn't look completely sketchy. So here I am at this NuTang place as it seems that its the modern appearing of the Online Journals.

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