One thing I have been doing lately when I go to blog is actually changing the names of my older posts to be the date it was written instead of whatever clever title I decided to come up with at the time.
My thought process behind this is that those days only occurred once and having a blog for 6 years now it has become more of a record of where I have been and my thoughts as a person, as opposed to me trying to be clever or entertain someone with a title.

Anyways, it is funny to go back in time and be looking at these blog posts that I was writing back in February of 2011.
First of all, I was a lot more eager to write on my blog back then than I was now. I remember when I first started it up I had so many thoughts I wanted to write on the blog that I was actually trying not to post too many times in one day.
As I am re-naming my posts, I am seeing days where I posted 3 times in a day!
I don’t know if we can chalk that up to eager, late teenage enthusiasm or just that now I am busier, but these days I am always thinking about things for my blog and then they never quite make it over to it.
We are looking at a post every 3 weeks if we are lucky.

But the other thing that really struck me was finding this post that I wrote back on 02/18/2011.
6 days after my 19th birthday, which is so crazy that here 6 years, 1 month, and 12 days (I did use a calculator for that) I would still be blogging.
Anyways, in that post I am talking about changing a CD in a rented truck in the middle of the night.
I remember that night and seeing that other car while I was trying to change the CD. I can’t remember why I was out in the middle of the night, but I do remember sitting there trying to change out the CD.

The thing is that now I don’t even stay out that late. In fact, I get tired at 8 o’clock and am usually in bed by 11 at the latest.
There are no midnight CD changing runs now.
I have gotten older and it’s crazy to look back and see that.



I may have talked about this before on my blog and forgot about it, but it’s okay to talk about things more than once.
I will probably post about it again at some point too.

Anyway, I am sick.
There has been something that has been going around lately. The girl whose desk is right next to mine has been coughing up a storm.
Well, I didn’t end up with a cough, but a really sore throat, light headedness, heavy weights on my chest, and body aches.
It started during Monday night when I was trying to sleep. I kept waking up all achey and finally at 4 am I was woken up enough by it to go and get some pain reliever.
Then when it was time for me to get up for reals, I have a fever breaking.

Well, since then it has just been a little bit of that sickness unhappiness.
But coming from a household with six kids, it’s always hard to admit that I am sick.
I can usually admit that I am not feeling well, but actually saying that I am sick is a little difficult.
When you live in a house with 6 kids, there is not a lot of time for one child to be sick, but also, since children are by default jealous of any other kid getting more attention than them, you get called a faker a lot.

Even as an adult you get called a faker sometimes.
This comes in the form of the following phrase:

Are you sure it’s not all just in your head/psychological?

Such comments, no matter how innocent they are, over time lead to an adult like myself.
When I begin to feel sick, I immediately think that I am faking it.
Or that it is all just in my head.
I have to check my temperature or look up my symptoms for justification of my not feeling good.
Or wanting to go to bed early.

And then the logical part of me jumps in and just thinks “Why?”
I mean, why would I fake not feeling well.
I still go to work each day and I don’t sit and tell people I am not feeling well except Rue and one person at work.
I still do any errands I need to, make any calls, and basically keep functioning except I will go to bed earlier and most likely take a nap as well.
But what’s the point of faking sick when you aren’t really getting out of anything?

I mean, I even do my make up still, because I will wake up in the morning and see my pale face, bloodshot eyes, purple under eyes, and sweaty forehead and think:

You’re looking pretty scary, Corz.

So, I do my make up to cover that up.
And I must be pretty good at it, because when I tell someone I am feeling sick, they will say “You don’t look sick.”


Yeah, that’s a picture of me today.
I did my make up to cover up the sickness.
Totally working.

The point is, when I feel sick, I doubt myself and I am the first to think I am a faker.
And then even after I have verified that I am in fact sick, I will still be sitting here thinking “Oh, it went away.”
But then I will stand up too fast or walk up a flight of stairs and drain myself completely.



It is still silliness though, because the only thing that really stops when I am sick is me going to the gym.
Which is a choice that is actually smart considering I can barely walk up a flight of stairs without passing out right now.
But despite this, I got this lovely message from a guy last night on an online dating platform:

Don’t be lazy. Get to the gym and sweat out this sickness.

…I’m out.

Three Day Weekends

So, am I the only one who feels like three-day weekends are just a little too long?
I know when I was younger and in school I thought three-day weekends were the best thing it the world.
But then I grew up and became super lame and decided to live alone. So, three-day weekends are just way too much time for me.

When you stay at home for too long, you end up doing things that are out of character for you. Like I finally joined Hulu when everyone knows Netflix is better.
And before anyone even tries to argue with me, Hulu has commercials.
I’ll take you a step further Hulu plays workout commercials.
What is this? Fit people binge watching? No. It would never work out.
And why do they play their own commercials? That means I would have to pay to see their commercials.
Why do they need to promote themselves when I already paid? What am I going to pay for it twice?

Do you see the amount of time I have had to think about this? I also ended up putting away my Christmas and Halloween clothes/decorations.
I also think my room makes me look like a crazy hoarder person since I never unpacked my suitcase and I have minimal furniture.

I was so bored this weekend that I went in to work today for 3 hours. Then I went to Costco, which anyone who has read this blog for more than two days knows that I am not a huge fan of Costco.

The point is, I am sure that you have seen this particular quote floating around the interwebs:


I would like to validate this quote.

Sometimes you grow and you become super good at your job and then you get asked to start a new branch for your work.
You move to another state to start that branch and you hate it so much.
Then you get recruited by another company and move to another state to work for them.
This literally happens everyday to most adults I know.

Long story short, I live in place that I have only lived 6 months and my favorite hobby is reading.
You become an adult and a nerd who doesn’t like three-day weekends because they remind you how badly you need to clean your room.

I forget where I was going with this post, but it is important to document these things so that the internet and my possible future children know these things about my life. That I was a single woman who was a successful worker who ruins long weekends.
It’s just two-day weekends are so great. Saturdays are for errands and then Sundays are for church.

I hope this post answered some of your questions about adults and Hulu.