Gah.
Well on the upside (yes for upsides), out of curiosity I pulled down the large stack of jeans that I had put up in my closet because they've been too small for the last 2 years and I was to stubborn to just throw them out. And upon trying them on I found that not only do most of them still look good as new, they also fit again :3. Which is awesome because I have a feeling clothes shopping here is a thing of nightmares if you're not A) a stickly Japanese tourist or B) totally loaded.

I find working at a convenience store is rather counter-productive to my diet. Mainly because I keep eating stuff I buy at work (junk food) because they have no fridge for bringing lunches. I need to make more of an effort to bring lunch in...that and I haven't been to the gym since Dave messed up his knees running and we both came down with this lingering virus. D: And eating right? Pft. Who has time for that when you have a job? *so bad* I need to find a good balance.

So today I decided to put on my newly reacquainted friends the Levis and a nice shirt, and my swanky purple sequin sash/ belt/ scarf-like-thing and up the sexy at work. *outlook on "personal work-related goals for 2008" looking pretty good*

Lol. I am the sexy. You do not understand how disturbing this is to my brain. And yet with each passing day, I find it more and more amusing.

And now that I have confused 99% of the people who will read this...

The downsides.
Because there always seems to be some of those round here.
Quite frankly I'm getting sick of them. So they called Dave the other night and said he needed to be prepared to possibly be hopping a plane the next day for Australia. Between thoughts of "do what now?" and "damnit I've had enough of this already" my brain (of course) does the most logical thing and decided that very moment is the best moment if any to get incredibly annoyed at David for no real reason at all, other than that he's David. D: This seems to be a reoccurring theme with me ever since we moved here, which I think is due to the fact that he's the only person I have here, so when I get stressed he becomes the target. Bad I know. But I think we've all said something to someone we regret somewhere along the line. So anyway I told him to leave me alone and what not. And he said it was just the stress getting to me, and like an idiot I said it had nothing to do with the situation, and he politely walked out of the room and pretend I hadn't just served up some anger to go with his already upset mood.
Course ten minutes later I came to my senses, felt like a total ass and went and apologized. And since then we've spent the last 2 days playing the wait-and-see game. Which basically equates to going about the day wondering if he's going to come home from work in the evening or end up calling me from Australia the next day.
It's just been stressful because he's supposed to leave in about a week anyway to go back to the states for training, and he already has his tickets.

To be truthful, I could deal with living here. I could learn to find contentment here. But not without him. Without him I hate it here. There's nothing here to anchor me. There's no comfort. No little pieces of home. Just endless hours counting days till he comes back.
Honestly I don't see why we had to come ALL THE WAY out here so that they could send him back to the states every other month. =_=

Thank god I at least have a job this time.

I want to cuddle my kitty.

David was scheming the other day while we were driving home from the Naval base. He really really wants another cat or dog. He says it's just getting harder to resist not adopting one. I agree, but of course I had to be the voice of reason(s) as to why it's not in our best interest to do that. We went looking for a smaller animal, unfortunately all the little animals the pet store carries are always either bald or look sickly for some reason.

....Anyway that's what we've been up to.