The completely unfiltered diary of a 23-year-old (week 49)
I’m meeting that old friend today, and I was actually slightly anxious about it last night. Now though, I’m finally excited. After really thinking about it and convincing myself there’s abso-fucking-lutely zero reason to be worried.
It’s worrying I even had those anxious thoughts. But I really am excited now! Maybe because I’ve got things planned out.
:)
Also, the badminton rackets I ordered online just arrived. What a shopping spree I went on. That was definitely a good investment though. Something to occupy Mom and Dad and help with exercise.
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Alright. I’m gonna set a rule for myself, at least for now. No negative wallowing here.
I’ve been writing out my negative thoughts as a way of “acknowledging” them and being completely truthful and transparent, and to some extent, that is important because life isn’t always rosy. But it’s also a slippery slope and once you start writing about it, you just get caught up in the negativity. So. For the rest of this week at least, I’m gonna try to be biased towards positive stuff.
Which is easy for now, because it’s been a good weekend. Hung out with Gia and the old friend. Spent a decent amount of time the side hustle and am on track to finishing it.
Made some risotto and it was pretty good. Maybe just gotta cook it a tiny bit less next time, cos it was quite soft. It goes from undercooked to too soft pretty quickly. But it’s really good! And looks fancy too. It could be my future “nice dinner for guests” go-to dish :) Plus, you could totally pair it with wine and it’d be all fancy already.
That’s one of my bucket list items. To be able to host guests and cook them a nice meal.
Watched Breaking Bad for the first time. It was good.
I kinda miss Kay. I should ask her to hang out. Yeah, definitely.
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Asked Kay to hang out and she reliably replied quickly and enthusiastically.
Wow. I’m analyzing it like a robot.
Also, did barely anything and I’m exhausted. I really don’t know why.
Woke up at 9am, which is quite the feat. Mostly because I sent my manager an email about getting a raise yesterday, and realized he’d replied to set up a call, so I woke up to reply his reply (with an “Ok”).
Then, I sat in on a call a colleague had said I could sit in if I wanted to. i.e. I contributed nothing.
Then I spoke my manager about getting a raise.
Then I had lunch.
Then I made some guacamole.
Then I considered making a cake, but ultimately got lazy and went out to buy tortilla chips and a bunch of snacks.
Then I came home and had guac and chips.
Then I filled 10 cells in an excel sheet.
Then rolled around in bed.
Then had a call with a colleague from 5.30pm to 6.20pm, so technically I did overtime.
Wow, actually it does seem like I did quite a bit. I knocked out after dinner. Was thinking it could’ve been a sugar crash cos I ate a whole pack of sweets before dinner, but now looking back, it must’ve been that last call.
Essentially, I asked for a 10% raise, then did nothing the whole day.
Plus, during that discussion with my manager, it sounds like I’ve been performing well. Which is funny, cos most days I do very little. Thank god for work from home. It sounds like that raise might be possible, but I’ll probably have to bug him about it again when the promotion cycle comes around. Not sure, it probably isn’t enough to just hear your boss say, “I’ll fight for you.” Maybe I’ll have to get it in writing. Oh well. I’ll double down in a few months.
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I’ve been sitting with that heatless hair curler in my hair for the past hour, while I’ve been side-hustling. It’s surprisingly not that easy to use, though it’s important to consider that I’m terrible at these kinds of things. I can’t do a french braid.
I made another apple cake and it was pretty good. Why bother with french braids if you can make a french apple cake? Note to self to halve the sugar next time though. I added only 60% of the sugar in the recipe, but it was still too sweet.
I also halved the recipe to make a smaller cake, and baked it for 35 minutes, but it could probably stay in for longer. It’ll have a crustier crust. (Mad vocabulary I’m busting out here, but you get what I mean.) I also tried making icing for the first time, and well, it tasted like icing and looked pretty damn good. Like icing.
Now I know how those iced donuts are done. At least, the icing part. And, I didn’t have icing sugar and only wanted to make a lil bit of icing (just to try it out), so I ended up crushing regular granulated sugar with the back of a spoon. Not the most efficient, but it works. Perfect for those work-from-home days when you have nothing better to do.
I’ve been picking at the polish my friend put on my nails. It’s maybe the second time I’ve ever had my nails really painted. What a life I’m living.
One good thing about having your nails painted though, is that you don’t compulsively cut your nails. Maybe you never had that problem. I do. Unfortunately, instead of compulsively cutting my nails, it’s just shifted to compulsively picking at the polish. Oh well.
The polish needs to be colored too, so you can’t see the white bit of the nail underneath. Cos I always have the compulsion to cut off any white bits.
Anyway.
I’m gonna go ahead and post this entry and get off the screen. Guess you’ll never know how those curls come out.
xo,
Amber
