Another Music Moment

You have got to watch this video it's one of the coolest videos ever. Very creative and fun to watch.



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A Tornado In Bakersfield

I feel like I survived a tornado. That is if I lived where there are tornadoes and if I knew what surviving a tornado felt like but I'm sure that what I'm feeling is that same sensation. Last night I set my alarms on my cell phone for 8:50 and 9:00 so that I could take a really quick shower before I had to go to work. My regular alarm clock (the awesome iHome that I won last year) goes off at 8:30 daily even though I normally turn it off and go back to sleep. Now you can understand why I set multiple alarms different times in the morning, by the time the third (or fourth) alarm goes off I'm tired of telling them to "shhhhhh!" so I just get up.

So this morning my first alarm goes off and I turn it off because the people on the radio are being rude by talking when I'm trying to sleep. I'm expecting my phone to go off in about 20 more minutes but the next time I wake up it's 9:40... It's amazing how fast you wake up and get out of bed when you realize that you should be getting into your car at that exact moment. I ran to the bathroom to get ready, realized I forgot to grab a shirt (kind of necessary when getting dressed), ran back to my closet and threw it open, ran back to the bathroom with my shirt and got dressed so fast I'm surprised nothing was backwards or inside out. I then reached into my kitchen and filled my water bottle and grabbed a granola bar as I was running out the door. Yes, I have super extender arms and a really fast faucet otherwise that would totally be impossible to accomplish. Amazingly I arrived at work at 9:59 which was probably do to the fact that I was driving when people aren't going to work or dropping kids off at school and I didn't have to worry about weekend traffic. Had this been a Saturday, I'd have been doomed.

Don't worry, I've learned my lesson, next time I will just shower the night before. That way I won't sleep through my shower again.
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Why I Don't Brush My Hair

My hair is getting out of control. Because of the wave and wannabe curl it can get a lot of volume going, and sadly it's not always in the desirable way, so I have to make sure I don't go too long between re-layerings. The other night I brushed my hair before bed and I felt like a lion there was so much hair! It made me laugh so I took a photo to share, though it doesn't do it justice.

I just rolled a bunch of change so I think I'll stop by my local SuperCuts and have them re-layer the beast. :)

Oh, here's the awesome housewarming/Christmas gift Jas gave me:

Ok, gotta go review for my second test today.
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A Moment of Music

One of my favorite bands, The Killers, just released their newest single and the music video. I love it! Spaceman is such an awesome song and their videos are always very unique and cool. I like the fact that even though MTV and VH1 don't show music videos anymore they still create awesome videos. I'm putting it here so I can watch it whenever I want. :)

Spaceman

My Payday Bonus

On Friday I ran a few errands and picked up my paycheck from work. Attached to the normal envelope was a second, envelope with a card. I assumed that it was a thank you card for working hard as holiday help since the semi-annual sale ends this Sunday and that's how long they needed the holiday help for. When I got home I opened the card and found this written inside it:

"Kimberly,
Thanks for all your hard work this holiday season. We'd like to offer you a permanent part time position. If you are interested please let any manager know ASAP.
Sincerely,
BBW Managers"

I was very happy to read that because they had not given any indication as to whether they were going to offer any positions. It had been told to us when we were first hired that they may (though not a guarantee) have a few positions at the end of the season. I don't know how many people were asked to stay on--everyone appeared to have had an extra envelope on their paycheck, either as an offer or thank you--but I should know next week.

Maybe Crazies Do Study Psychology

In my research methods class on Wednesday we did some group work with people sitting around us. I ended up working with three other girls (ladies?) though one of them is in the "woman" category. Another category she's securely in: crazy. That was probably one of the most awkward classes I have ever been in.

No more than twenty minutes after meeting each other and in the midst of normal small talk she shares about her therapy sessions and her history with restraining orders. Yeah, not at all inappropriate... In case you were wondering, the restraining order was against her, and she was proud of it! Then she shared about how she and her mother-in-law didn't get along at all and when the mother-in-law was practically on her death bed Crazy intentionally "tortured" her by driving in a manner that really scared her. Don't worry, I am not sharing any of my information with her.

After class on of the normal girls and I walked to the parking lot together discussing how we may need to start sitting on the opposite side of the room. Though that totally messes up my plan for sitting near the hot guy. Sigh, the sacrifices we make for personal well being.

Calling At The Wrong Door

Shortly before the new year I made a new friend. I wasn't looking to form any sort of bond at the time. In fact, I would have preferred to have had no interruptions at the time we met, but he insisted on getting my attention. So I put aside my book, climbed out of bed and peered out onto my patio. Starring back at me were bright, hazel eyes and once I turned on the patio light I saw that he also had orange hair and cute white whiskers.

That's how I met Jack (I have no idea what his name is, but he looks like a Jack and is a wanderer) shortly after midnight on a cold night. I told him he had the wrong door and that unlike Motel 6 I was not leaving the light on for him. He didn't seem to care and still wanted to come in out of the cold. I allowed him to come in with the warning that he couldn't stay but only warm up his toes, ears, and nose. He was a very polite house guest, opting to sit on my lap and purr rather than snoop through my stuff. I let Jack stay for about fifteen minutes and then sent him on his way. About an hour later I heard him at my door asking to come back in with his kitteny meow (funny because he is a big cat and did I mention has 6 toes?!). I had already turned out the light by then so I just tried to lay low. Kind of like what you do on Halloween when you run out of candy. He ended up leaving and I didn't see him again.


Until yesterday that is. I had just finished my lunch and happened to look out my front window only to see that cute little orange boy trotting across the parking lot towards my building. I went out to my patio to greet him if he decided to stop by and because I really needed to sweep off the patio. And yes, he did come say hello and stayed nearby to supervise my sweeping skills.