Boy am I pooped. Ever since I started working six days a week, I naturally stopped updating this blog and Twitter for two weeks–and two weeks to me is like six months in real life. Every time I get off of work, I go home and just surf the internet for funny pictures until it’s time to go bed. That’s it. My brain was just so incredibly worn out that it didn’t have enough power to do anything else but oogle over adorable pictures and videos of cats being adorable.

I think the reason why I’ve been so mentally drained is I didn’t expect to be given so much responsibility from the company I’m interning for. It’s challenging, exciting and quite intimidating at the same time. It happened all too fast. I assumed, like most internships I’ve heard about, I was going to perform typically mundane tasks, such as licking envelopes and getting people coffee for a couple of weeks until I earn their trust, but no! Barely after the first week, I was already given actual projects to research and to do, with deadlines–I’m not being taught anything, I’m teaching myself as I go and simply crossing my fingers that everything will work out. It’s an exciting kind of stress.

And then there’s my other actual job, the one at the optometry office. My only co-worker of six years has finally left this job and I’m currently training “the” new lady who has very little experience. I wish I can tell you guys how complicated this job is because no one knows that it is, well, complicated. It can take up a year to successfully and fully train a person who has never been in the optometry business before. I really feel for her because I’m sure she’s just as mentally pooped as I am.

Anyways, what was I saying?

Oh yeah, cats. This one’s in a shopping bag.

(Cat Credit)

My mom (I would use  ”mommy” but that would just sound creepy right?), being the cool mom that she is, bought me a carton of ice cream. Expecting it to be rocky road flavor or my favorite, Ben & Jerry’s Chocalate Fudge Brownie, it ended up being something super weird and unfamiliar. The main colors that were used for this carton was white and purple. White and purple. To me, that doesn’t make want to believe there’s real ice cream in there. Not only that, the carton says it’s “ice cream made with coconut and sweet purple yam.”

I don’t mind actual coconut itself and heck, I didn’t even know sweet purple yams existed but when it comes to ice cream…where the FUDGE are my chocolates?! My oroes!? My cookie cream delicoiunsess!?

But you know what? My mom bought this for me and she didn’t have to. She knows I’m old enough to drive to the store and buy these things for myself but she’s a mom and she loves me. So I sure as hell ain’t going to start acting like those ugly ass kids who get pissed off for getting an iphone for Christmas instead of an ipad. I thanked my mom and pretended to be excited about it.

It took me a two nights to muster up the courage to try this, this purple thing they call “ice cream”. I went to the fridge and took out the carton. Opened it for the first time and realized it was frighteningly purple. Much more purple than the picture on the carton. This is scary. Why couldn’t it just be brown or vanilla looking? Or at least had more earth-tone colors to it?

1st bite: “I hate purple.”

2nd bite: “It’s funny because I look like I’m eating playdough.”

3rd bite: “Yeah, I don’t know about this.”

4th bite: “I mean, it’s OKAY, but it’s purple. My skin might turn that way if I eat it more.”

5th bite: “It’s alright…it’s gross, but it’s alright.”

6th bite: “This is freagin’ delicious.”

In other words, I LOVE PURPLE STUFF. It’s weird because I’m pretty sure after my brain registered that I was about to eat purple ice cream, my brain was all warning me, “Uh, no dude, it’s purple. When’s the last time you ain’t something that purple?” The color of this ice cream initially impaired my judgement on the taste of it. It took several bites for my brain to realize that it was a racist jerk for judging ice cream by its color.

I’m not that jerk anymore.

Oh golly, so many social networking sites YET SO LITTLE TIME! Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, and TiffsBloggy: How the heck am I going to take care of all of you children? To add more chaos to my growing family of social networking shtuffs, I signed up with Pinterest. I never would have signed up if it weren’t for the internship I’m in–oh! And the internship is going really great by the way. Since I signed a non-disclosure agreement, I’d prefer not sharing much about it. But all I can say is that I help with graphic design and marketing, and so far, I know this sort of position or job is where I want to be instead of my current job as a technician for an optometry office.

Well, anyhoo, Pinterest. If you’re not aware of what it is, it’s really like an organized, digital format of an inspiration board. And since I’m really into arts & crafts, jewelry-making and interior design, Pinterest is there to shower me with a crapload of inspiration and motivation. It’s really great. Sure, it may look like a huge f*cking mess of random hipster-related images piled together, but once you give the website a chance, you’ll understand why it’s laid out that way.

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