Ophelia so bad for yourself.

So my hubby was already planning to get me some cool Adventure Time stuff for Christmas but in order to try and get him to spend less money I told him I would rather have a Give Yourself Goosebumps book. However, now he has the idea to get me all the Adventure Time stuff he was already planning on getting me PLUS the book. :(

I have no idea what to get him…

I haven’t really updated on Tumblr for a while…I’ve been busy with school and trying to find a job.  By the way, I found one!  I’m gonna be a hostess at 4 Olives, which is a wine bar and restaurant.  I’m pretty excited to have a job that’s going to teach me something new and pays nicely.

I can’t wait to see my family and friends, cause I miss them loads.  I hope to be able to see all the people I want and need to see by Saturday because we drive back Sunday morning.

It’s been a bad couple of weeks for me.

• I had my period last week, which was awful.
• Over the weekend I think I got a UTI, which is still untreated due to scheduling appointments.
• This week I have two exams, so I’m stressed.

But the cherry on top of the sundae was today’s event.

Some guy came to our door to ask questions for some contest that would send him to Europe and give him $5,000 for school books. Not only did my partner spend time talking to him (during which I realized he was sexist because of the way her referred to the female contestants), but he also let him into our apartment.

Thus, my panic attack ensued and I no longer feel safe in our apartment. So that’s perfect. Apparently, the universe doesn’t want me to feel safe anywhere. In your parent’s house—nope. In Korea, thousands of miles away from the horrible people that give you anxiety—nope. In your first apartment ever—nope.

All I could think was how this guy knows the layout of our apartment, how the locks work on our front door, what valuable items we have, that my husband works for the military (and all the other things that come with that), and where I go to school (because my husband decided to answer honestly). I understand that I should think people are basically good but you know what? I’m not risking my body or my life on that.

Monday:

• Didn’t eat until 5pm that day. FUN.

Tuesday:

• Slept until 3pm.

Wednesday:

• Woke up at 3am and could not for the life of me return to sleep.
• HORRIBLE DEATH LIKE CRAMPS.
• I also have a dentist appointment today to see about removing my wisdom teeth. 

This week and I do not get along. And it’s only halfway done fucking with me, too.

Which is bad because I didn’t eat much yesterday. 

But my breakfast was DELICIOUS. Pancakes with oats, raisins, peanut butter, and (of course) maple syrup. :D

SOOOO GOOD.

I would post a picture but (1) I don’t wanna be like those instagram people who take pictures of their food and (2) I already ate half of it. :P

I got back a week ago but I’ve been so busy seeing family and doing grown-up things, (like buying car insurance) that I haven’t been online. :)

I did get to see my bff the day I came home, though. :D
I missed her SO MUCH.

I also got to drink tea with green—street a few days ago. We went to Whole Foods, ate noms, and played with Tallulah! I love that pupup. :)

I also went to Lake Lavon yesterday with the in-laws. I think I may have lost my SD card, though. Womp, womp. It’s either at the lake or it got lost in one of the cars. Either way I don’t think I’ll find it…and I didn’t even get to post the pictures of our few days before leaving Korea and picking my husband up form the airport. Both our families came and had signs welcoming him home. We took a great family picture, too. :(

I hope I find it somewhere. :/

Had a horrible nightmare last night that was induced by the NyQuil I had to take in order to sleep at the correct time. My husband called me and woke me from my nightmare. I immediately started crying, which then turned into full-on bawling for roughly five minutes. My husband could hear me crying but I got off the phone before I started bawling.

I’d rather not mention the details of the nightmare just because it’s all personal triggery things. But it was an awful nightmare. One of the worst I’ve had in a while and it put in a very vulnerable state. We were supposed to go see The Avengers tonight but put it off due to my mood and my husband wanting to talk me through the nightmare. Talking to him about it is always very calming for me. There is always that release of emotion at the end. I tell him my fears and he kisses my forehead and tells me he’s here now. He won’t let that horror get near me again.

I feel much better about the whole thing now but I am realizing how much my ex ruined for me. Classical music, (specifically violin solos), are hard for me to listen to without thinking about him. The good thing is that whenever he did play he would leave me be. Unless he was playing poorly. Then it put him in a foul mood.

But I think I’m going to try not to give up on classical music. I love it so much due to my love of ballet. I can’t bear to keep away from it just because of some guy who did horrible things. He isn’t worth it.

I took two of my husband’s percocets last night. After about twenty minutes, I was feeling tingly all over…we had a great night.

I’m glad he took care of me and had me drink plenty of water because I could have woken up with horrible cotton-mouth.

All in all, though, I had a fucking great time. :)

I know…I’m really contemplating on just living outta my suitcase now.

I’m too lazy to unpack it all. I’m just glad that almost everything fits in there. I don’t even have to mail as much as I thought I had to. :)

I just packed my bags as a trial run to make sure everything fits…and now I don’t wanna unpack it.

Womp, womp.

YEAH.

YOU READ THAT RIGHT.

NANCY MOTHERFUCKIN’ DREW.