stay home from school and watch tv

I'm taking a sick day. Not that I want to... (yo, I just heard an ice cream truck outside. They are pushing hard, lol) I left work early Saturday cuz I felt like someone was leaning on me from all angles. My body aches. I'm pretty sure its the flu... So anyways I did get the chance to watch snl, which I know Jameil saw too, because she mentioned the Rock of Love skit... But this one did it for me.





I don't know, maybe its cuz I am an obamaniac, but I don't see CNN doing this. But its still funny! Obamapologize? Dead.

Then, today, I caught up on dvr. Stace! I can't believe you're not recaping antm! Why? It was so insane across the board! I'm gonna see if I can find a clip of the chick describing how shed trick out her impala if she won.
*found it!!!*



I was sure she'd be from Mississippi with that accent and love for the fly systems, but... Massachusetts? Que? I think that was a typo. Either way, she didn't make it even though she would have been my choice. Then there was the somalian chick who was circumcized and can never have sex with a man. She wants to be an outspoken advocate for others who have had the same things done to them. Wow. I would say, could you imagine, but I'm sure you don't want to and neither do I. And then there's Claire, who is currently drinking her own breast milk. Ok.

Right now there's a Law and Order SVU marathon on. Yes!!! I'll be watching this until the drugs knock me out.

You are getting sleepy

So its now 930 and I am one hour into my sleep study. Clearly, I am not asleep and I don't know how I'll get there with the million little thingies taped onto my face.

I woke up at about 730 this morning. Why? I had to go to the hospital to get a chest xray and blood taken. Then I spent the rest of the day tired. Fast forward to about 6pm when I was supposed to take a cat nap and ended up asleep until 730. And then I came here.

They asked me to change into my pjs and come back. (Usually I am a no undies kind of sleeper, but I knew they had to stick stuff on me so I decided to keep them on. I even still have on socks.) So they start sticking these lil sensors on my head and taking my pulse with this thing on my finger. Also I got a band wrapped around my chest and stomach. I look like a mummy crazy mess.

Oh did I mention the chick who is over the study's name? Cassette. Like VCR, audio, 1987. Cassette. Seriously. And we move on.

The man in the other room is already asleep. And snoring. They keep coming in here to fix some thing on me, so even if I were tired I wouldn't be able to rest. Qnd Lost is on. But I've been instructed to try. So more when I wake.
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Ah yes. It is Thursday now. I was awakened by no gentile means. I don't think I realized there was someone in the room until she touched me. And by touched I mean started taking the thingies off me. It was so bright in the room. I was trying to look at the time...530? What the ingodly time? Ok, now I must call kesi and... Oh its 430? Bull!

I literally called him 10 times. Naturally he was asleep. I thought i wouldn't have to wake til the sun came up, but apparently its a 6 hour process and I had ta go. He showed at about quarter to 6, lookin beat. I'm sure I looked equally beat. I came home and slept til noon.

I get the results next week. I'm hoping they say I do have apnea, that way I can get my tonsils taken out. Until then, things will be back to normal, and I won't have to see any doctors!
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Playing hookie

Ok, I wasn't really playing hookie, I was legitimately sick. But I didn't stay home sad in the bed.

Friday night I felt awful. It was my first day of the stupid antibiotics the throat doctor gave me. Naturally Saturday morning my throat swelled right back up. (You won't take my tonsils out, they rebel!) so I called in sick for work. I laid around for a while and then kesi called me. I thought we were going to his house; no! We went to the movies!

His brother keem, our friend Jason and we went to Tinseltown, which apparently is the super teen hangout the magic Johnson was for me when I was 12. First we saw Reno 911, which was a good conversion. You could tell there were things they've always wanted to do on TV but couldn't, and put it in the movie. Funny stuff. The Rock was in it. He's a cute muscly guy. Yes. Of course the film was one ridiculous scene after another, and if you like the show you'll love the movie.

We also saw the number 23. Let me say now, the ending was completely surprising to me. It was a great movie. So good I wanna tell people at work what I did while they dealt with those snotty AKAs.(disclaimer: not all AKAs are snotty. But most of the older ones I dealt with had this "you're young and you're just the help" attitude. One told me she had to train me like a dog. She was real close to a whoppin.) But alas, they'd be perty pissed. It was a really good movie. Keem fell asleep and was really snoring during the movie. He missed like a good half of it. Came in at the end talking about "what happened?" Boo bro. Also, Jim Carey was kinda muscly. And that random assed tattoo was highly accentual.

So after the movie we went and got in the car and we were about to play my robin thicke CD, which I am hella late in buying, and who is on the radio? Michael effin Jackson! And the song was pretty alright. The beat was hot. And J bo from young bloodz was on it. How random, especially since before the lyrics kicked in I was like, this better not be wack. yet I still feel for him like I feel for R. They loves the kids, and not like trick daddy.

The end.

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Quickly

1. Could somebody touch Britney spears for me? I just started reading Perez Hilton two days ago. Looks like I jumped in at the right time. This heffa cut all her hair off! Please somebody hug her.

2. I been using the term heffa a lot. I called a group of cheerleaders heffas the other night. Yes little kids, but when you do a hand stand 3 feet away from a glass panel door... Well at least I didn't call her one to her face.

3. My mp3 player should be here tomorrow! I so excited! I got a Phillips 30GB hard drive player. Whoo! 16000 songs! I also bought 2 plastic covers for my pearl. I can't have it all scratched and ugly like my last phone.

4. We got some new employees at work! One is 2 months pregnant, and having evening sickness- she literally stopped me in the middle of my sentence to go throw up; one used to go to school with kesi; and one is B's ex, and an ex of someone I used to go to school with who took naked pictures of her and asked me to develop them before I knew what they were. Imagine my surprise when I did my quality check. And he was in some too. Oh lord Jesus the memories! I wish for brain bleach.

5. I have to go to a sleep doctor tomorrow. This is really getting old you guys. All I want is for them to take out my tonsils but now I have to be diagnosed with apnea for them to do it. Grr. If only I had gotten this done in high school...
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Busy week!

I'm currently sitting in my favorite pizza place waiting for a cheese slice. Its my little oasis of peace in what is the busiest day so far in a busy week. Ah... Cheese.

Today I have to the dentist (done), the otolaryngologist (ear nose throat lady), go to work, wash my hair, clean my room, pay my cable bill and get everything ready for Lauren's arrival.

Pardon me if I don't blog again til Monday. I still love you all. And one day I'll figure out autotext and comment.

My mom's trippin about my birthday party. For some reason she feels someone will call the cops or fight so my dad will be there while she stays at a hotel. Lmfao. I will kick a nigga out my house. Its just funny how much she worries. Did I mention a haven't had a party in 18 years? Yes, I was 5.

Our new shops openned at work this week. Insanity. The PM shift only has 2 associates so I'm working 6 days this week. And Saturday might be my only day off. Blah. B works in our new starbucks. I work in the gourmet gift shop. (I just left my purse at the pizza place. Shit!) We have a connecting door and sometimes we stand at it like we're at visiting day in jail. Lol we don't, really. But we so should. They take forever to close and I usually leave an hour after I close waiting for him. But its too cold at night to walk to the trains.

I know I said Blanket Statements would be up by Feb, but its not. It would be, but I'm booked through March with projects from people I work with and I want to be able to start fresh. So, March it is. Its listed on my profile but everything I wanted to put on the page is not there yet. So if you peek it may look different in a few weeks. And can you change a web page domain name? I named it joychantelle2, as this is the original joychantelle, but I wanna change it. Does anyone know how?

If you haven't read about my super sweet 5 anniversary, feel free, its below this post. This rambly post. I got my purse and I'm headed to the doctors.
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little things

1. our annual holiday party is tomorrow. i finally get to wear my dress! probably about tuesday i'll have a recap which i'm sure will amuse. my drunk friend, who i'm sure i will give a new nickname, will be riding with us.

2. my car has been out of commission for about 3 weeks. kesi has been spending like crazy on it and we still are car-less. my dad is gonna take a look at it sometime this week, but we might just sell it soon. my buddy B is driving us to the party. he offered before that we should all ride together but we figured the car would be fixed by now. damn car.

3. i made my first sale. my coworker wanted a scarf and i jazzed it up by adding her initials to the stitches. it was not easy but it wasnt that hard. now everyone wants one. i have to make two more this week. one for an infant, aw! so i should have my pricing done by the end of the week. the real problem is calculating wait times. scarves take a matter of hours but a larger blanket could take months. especially if i have other things in life to take care of.

4. i am, as of january 1, insured! oh it feels so good! i'm getting everything checked out by jan 15. i havent been to a doctor, besides my yearly exam, in a long time. i'm gonna try to get that shot too. the anti-papiloma one. i've had quite a few family members with cancer, and i want to live long and healthy as possible.

hungry...

why am i doing this to myself?

let me preface my post by saying i have little to no will power. its the reason i stole as a child and stayed in trouble in high school.

i am on a diet. a small diet. i have, as of thursday, 9 days until my friend's wedding. i bought a new dress and new shoes, which you will hear about in detail when i post on said wedding. but i decided to go light on my snacking until the wedding.

please believe that i have no misconceptions about my weight. i'm healthy looking and curvy. but i havent been sleeping well and i have been eating french fries "like an irish person" says my brother in law. and so i gotta do something.
plus i wanna look and feel extra cute in my dress.

monday was when i got this brilliant idea. that night i had my "last meal." a shrimp quesadilla for lunch and red baron pizza cites for dinner. yum. yesterday i had minestrone for lunch and an apple pie from mcdonalds for dinner. sad! i snuck a rice krispie treat and nibbled on pistacchios before work. today i made a smoothie from a mango i had way too long, oj, a banana, strawberries and pineapples. it was my savior when lunch came and i decided to eat some chicken gumbo that was not hittin. btw i hate soup as a rule. but if its thick i'll eat it. for dinner, leftover quesadilla from monday. still delicious!

will i make it? gee this is hard. i know that snacking is good to keep up your metabolism but i cant find anything to eat that's not starchy or fatty. suggestions?

body movin'

so kesi and i went on our first date in a while. usually we meet up after work and watch tv. we had the option of the water park, the aquarium, and the bodies exhibit. it rained yesterday, and the aquarium aint going anywhere, so he chose the exhibit.

it was awesome. i wouldnt say fun, cuz it wasnt like the discovery museum, but it was enlightening. there were little facts on the walls about the body, like that the tongue may have a taste for msg.

the rooms were separated into different subjects: muscles, brain, other organs, males and females, babies, diseases. it was all nicely done. none of it was, like, splayed out. i went on a little tangent about how small the uterus was, despite the fact that it holds babies.

speaking of, they gave you the option of not going into the room where the babies were. i didnt wanna miss anything though. the lights were low in there. it was very reverent. i wont talk about it- i been sitting here trying to figure what to say that wouldnt sound morbid or insensitive. but know it wasnt disturbing and i left feeling smarter.

my favorite room was the reproductive room. you walk in to two cases, one with female sex organs and one with male. then there was a male body posed so you can see how things are 'positioned,' and god bless him that guy had nothing going for him. fyi: kesi pointed that fact out. i merely agreed.

the woman was in half, since all our stuff is internal. there was also a display of breasts where you could see the milk ducts that grossed me out cuz they're literally holes. seeing that was worse that seeing the cancerous lungs.

at the end, next to the whale spine bone the size of a propeler, there was a chick in a lab coat standing at a table. wednesday i had an arguement with a coworker about where they got the bodies for the exhibit. he said they stole them. which doesnt even make sense cuz you have to get a body before it really starts to decay. the woman said they came from japan, which has the same rules and ethics for the bodies as we do here. if they are unclaimed within three days they get sent to to medical schools to be studied, or become a part of an innovative american exhibit. its pretty sad that no one knows who these people are.

and we left. i really connected to the exhibit. i know because i would look at some part and touch that part of my body or move it. it was one of the best dates we've been on. go see it if you can. i'm sure it will inspire many to take care of ourselves and put some more good doctors in this world.

is butter a carb?

Ok, its not that i'm fat-i've only gained 15lbs since high school, and i'm still midrange for my height. But that doesnt stop my mom from telling me, seemingly every time she sees me middrift, that she really wishes i would exercise. "because you dont want this to be your future. " of course, she's refering to herself. Her overweight self.

Ok, yes, i do have a bit of a belly and it annoys me, but i'm pretty sure that if i were to do some crunches it would be taken care of. And having my mother tell me what can be interpreted as, "you look cute but not cute enough," can tend to give a chick a complex. I'm pretty sure if i wasnt so strong in mind-and such a food lover- i'd be annorexic.

The funny thing is, she says these things, and i wonder if she really heartfully means it. For one, just the other night, she went grocery shopping and brought back oreos and cookies and cream icecream. Of which i will have none because it'll be gone by the time i realize i want some.when i got upset the last time this happened(when food that was bought for me was eaten before i knew it was there) she said i should keep it in my room or hide it. Contradiction, maybe? i dont want to have to hide foor from my own family.

Also, why so worried about my figure and not your own? I like exercise, hanging in the sun, sweat, running. And i cant tell you how many times she's said she's gonna get on this machine or that machine we have at the house, only to do so once a week and feel accomplished. So is it projection? is she taking out her own self image issues on me? cuz thats just not fair.

yes people in my family have a weight problem, and i dont think its hereditary. i think our lack of will power and low self image is. my grandmother, whose parents were immigrants, came from a land of drought to america, where everywhere you look, there is food. and she ate. still eats. i think its adoreable how she puts a klondike bar on a little plate and eats it with a spoon. only now did i put it together that its probably because she's missing teeth. and she doesnt like to take pictures. she'll gett steaming mad at you if you do. and its carried on to generations. my mother wants to lose weight but wont stop buying junk food. and she looks to me and says, "have you noticed i'm losing weight?" no, but apparently youve noticed all 2.5 pounds i've gained over the past four years, which is all just a result of my not playing softball anymore.

do all parents do this? i dont want to be this way with my daughters... i know she loves me, but all the nagging? it may happen like once a week or so but it feels like every day. i worry about what she might say if i wear this or that, and i'm not comfortable. any suggestions?

-I'm a cheerleader! -Thats because you look cute in the skirt.

(originally written a few days ago. i'm still swolen and still cant get a doctor.)


This is all very true. Over the past week alone, i've comforted a friend who lost money, did the seat shimmy for another who rapped, and encouraged a third that her post graduation plans were perfect for her. I have the uncanny ability to see the bright side of everything while still being realistic, which i think is the reason they love me.

But right now, i'm sitting, surrounded by people, trying not to cry. Last thursday i woke up to a mildly swolen ankle. My ankle swells from time to time; my heel dropped into a hole and overextended when i was playing softball in high school. It goes away and is never a big deal. I even joked that kesi kicked me while we slept the night before.

Later that day, i was tired of limping and decided to get an ankle wrap from first aid at work. Its been wrapped on and off ever since. Its tuesday.

So today i decide enough is enough. My mom, who massaged my ankle and leg (did i mention the pain shoots up my leg behind my shin?) said i should go to the clinic near my brother's school. Long story short, the lady there tells me that:
a. theyre closed,
b. they are by appointment, and
c. the's next available one is in april.
If my ankle is still swolen by then, i'm the stupid one for letting it be.

So i cant be the cheerleader right now. I can barely walk and its throwing my whole body off. It makes me sad and i feel crippled. So i'm gonna try another doctor friday, the only other day i have off. I wish i could see the bright side of this, and i wish i could run to it.