i really really really really should be sleeping right now.. but hell i'm on "vacation" kind of. plus i had 3 cups of coffee this morning, and probably will have 3 more in about 4 hours or so.

here is my opportunity to say a few things:

this whole "i think i might need a job" thing is growing day by day. everyone is like "oh man, that seems so great" - but i'm not really sure when it'll end, and that kind of freaks me out. well, i do know when it's going to end, december, when a freelance job starts up again - but i can't have one job where i work 3 months out of the year?! i feel like i had found some good leads, but nothing has really come of anything, so maybe that makes me even a little more anxious. i get impatient, i'm sick of waiting, i want already. so maybe that's that. plus my relative who is working overseas is in town, and my parents like to dote on how great that is, and how her chinese has really improved, and she's so pretty and lost so much weight. points are not going to my self esteem. but 4 days straight with my parents might drive anyone a little batty. (but i love them dearly.)

i really like traveling. and if i ever get a job where i have to travel for work, that might be a different story, but i like hotels, a lot. i like how it's clean and comforting and so nicely set up. i hate all the bs you have to go through to check and book and deal with incompetent people and all, but just lounging in a nice space never really gets old. i also like the towels. and i have to remind myself that it's not necessary to bring shampoo/conditioner when staying at nice hotels.

i relaxed my ass off yesterday... sort of. sort of because i still had to deal with 2 children who need lots of attention/can be slightly fussy, but pretty much i forgot what day it was yesterday. i blame all the other carefree families that were relaxing as well, and then suddenly i realized it wasn't a weekend. it was a weird feeling and i think i felt like i was over-indulging or being a glutton or something.

maybe that's where this "i need to do something with my life" thing is coming in. but not so much that i'm willing to chuck it all and go sell religious related things. (yes, seriously.) although that experience may be kind of cool because i'd get to develop my spanish and possibly travel(!), but then i'd be selling religious stuff. weird.

i also feel a little guilty about not caring more about comic con and the fact that i may get to go. i never realized what a big deal it was, or how cool it could be. it's not like i'm gonna go join those twitards that are waiting in line right now for the new moon panel tomorrow (crazy....) but i wish i more amped than i am. i guess it's just cuz i don't feel like i have a purpose even if i do attend, so.. i can't be all super involved. maybe it'll come to me. hah.

alright.. enough griping and rambling.. time for uhh.. a nap.

pictures soon!