Coffee?

Yay for today!

I feel very model-ish for some reason. Even though I'm definitely not a model. I went to work, worked out, yoga'd, watered tons of my neighbor's plants, worked out some potential tunes with my brother, etc.

Nice day.

Ahhhhh... I think I've switched future aspirations again. Why am I in love with music? I'd have a much easier time being an actress. There would be hundreds of auditions, but I just think my chances of getting hired for something are a lot higher. But I sometimes, I don't enjoy acting. And I just can't get away from wanting to play music. I'm gonna start taking lessons again. I can sort of easily teach myself, but obviously... I have ADD like the dickens. It's hard to explain, but I know where certain notes and chords are on the guitar or piano, but... yeah... hard to explain. I just want someone to whip my ass, basically, and keep me on track.

I also can't wait to start painting again. I want to try other mediums. I've been painting and using watercolor off and on ever since I was 7. (Everyone on my dad's side knows how to paint and draw really well, it's ridic.) I think it's time I try acrylic or oil... or something else, or some combination I make up on my own.

You know, I'm probably just really not good at any one thing or one 'talent'. That scares me to bits. If I could only fall in love with ONE thing... just ONE! I might be more successful? I don't understand this curse of wanting to do so many things. I blame my parents and the hot summer weather. I gotta focus on 'impressing' myself, not other people. And that's generally what I strive to do. Underneath it all though... I kind of secretly want people to care . . .

Boooo.

Hmm, alright. This blog is going nowhere and is getting confusing. So anyway, I can honestly say I did not pick at my skin at all today! However, I will need to go see my dermatologist soon for a 'skin' checkup of sorts. I have, and have always had, tons of freckles on my arms, some on my face, and a miniscule amount on my legs. The rest of my body is completely devoid of sun spots. It's crazy. I'm a tan, skin damaged girl with a white, porcelain stomach and back. Yeah, I'm a FREAK. Where's that summer coat? I wanna undo these arm tans!

So yeah, blah... dermatologist. Just a yearly check to make sure I don't have any of them skin cancer cells. Hey, might as well do it while I still have health insurance because in another year... No more insurance. Woo?

Car searching looks hopeful today. I'm excited. When I finally get a frackkkkking car, I'm gonna drive all around Arizona, and out of state every chance I get! :)

Dreamy dreamer.

Hmmm... I plan to make my dad some awesome Father's Day goodies this weekend. The usual homemade breakfast -- biscuits, sausage, scrambled eggs, maybe waffles, fresh fruit, juice, coffee -- (sigh, can't forget the coffee for my parents; my mom will probably be up at 4am making it anyway.) And a carrot cake for dessert later in the day. I'm not entirely sure if I'll get him an actual gift yet. I have ideas -- massage gift certificate, beginning yoga dvd (yes, he has expressed interest in order to relieve his lower back pain), sky diving 'gift certificate'... (do they even offer those?).

Speaking of coffee, ever since they went to Seattle in 1994 and hit up the first Starbuck's on the planet, gourmet coffee has been a necessity at my parent's house. Coffee makers, coffee grinders, coffee presses, cappuccino machines arrived and departed at various times of the last two decades. We have so many half-used bags of coffee beans in the freezer it's ridiculous. They're probably from 10 years ago too. My mom even puts ground coffee beans in her homemade wheat bread. That and unsweetened cocoa. And it tastes damn good! Like, WOW.

So yeah... Starbuck's inspiring my parents is interesting. I don't even know if they were coffee drinkers before? I know my mom's parents were/are -- plain, bland, black, Folger's coffee lovers -- gross. My first Starbuck's/coffee shop experience was in San Francisco when I was 8 or 9. It was at a drive-thru Starbuck's. I thought the name was very very funny and didn't understand why their mascot was a mermaid lady. Hmm. I had a hot chocolate on my first visit. It was good, I recall . . . I don't know when I first had coffee. Probably at my plain, black coffee loving grandma's house when I was...7 or 11. I made sure to pour lots and LOTS of sugar in it when Nana wasn't looking...

Wow, coffee? Seriously? I don't know how I got on that subject. Oh well, owning a coffee shop in a small town where coffee shops are non-existent would be cool. That's something I wanna do one day. Agh. See? I'm a silly. A real ADD freak.




Welp. Gotta hit the hay. And I'm tired of saying "Goodnight" so umm...

Hasta la vista, Beetches!