things i don't suck at.

Being paranoid.

I am probably the most paranoid girl named Kaleena there is.

For example:

My boss asks me to go to her office when I get a free minute. I am getting fired.

I have to sleep with my blankets covering me even if I am hot. I can't take the blankets off because that's how they get you.

Person doesn't text me back in timely manor. They hate me.

Set alarm on phone. Check 8 separate times before I fall asleep to make sure I did.

When I use CTRL+C to copy. I hit CTRL+C 10 or more times to make sure I am actually copying it.

Need to use calculator. Hit clear numerous times before entering equation.

See a cop car/cop walking down the street. Act more normal and innocent than I already am. 

Hear unusal noise at night. I have minutes until my death.

See what I mean?

This is my life.

i'm way too paranoid to handle friday the 13th.

I somehow knew today was Friday the 13th before I looked at the calendar and saw it actually was Friday the 13th. And here is why.

I have three alarms set. Mainly because I love setting them earlier than I have to wake up just so I can feel the lovely feeling of falling back to sleep... and because I'm paranoid I won't hear them and I will sleep through work.

Well low and behold, I slept through my alarms and woke up TWO hours late. This meant I wasn't able to shower and take time to pick out a decent outfit. I hit every red light on the way to work. I couldn't find a parking spot so I had to park far, far away.

Those are all the ingredients to knowing it is Friday the 13th. The only thing left to probably happen is a shark attack so good thing I don't leave near an ocean.

Here is a little conversation exchange that just happened between my sister Shandey and I via Googletalk:

Me: Hunger Games is boring so far.
Shandey: What chapter are you on?
Me: 2.
Shandey: Just keep reading, it gets better. I think the next chapter is when she is called to the hunger games.
Me: Speaking of which, my stomach is growling. I'm experiencing some hunger games of my own.
Shandey: Oh brother.