Eep

So this week has sucked.

Tuesday night after that awful mood I was in I got really sick.

Stayed in bed all of Wednesday and as long as I could Thursday. My parents got us all tickets to Spamalot for my birthday (which was a month ago, so you can see that getting tickets to this show takes some time).

I got to go to the show, though, which is good. It would have been really sad if I missed it, it was Hank Azaria, David Hyde Pierce, and Tim Curry all onstage at the same time...if I had to wait and see it another time there's no way I'd get to see all of them onstage together!

And the woman who plays the Lady of the Lake - AMAZING. Holy crap, she completely stole the show....which c'mon...I just said who was in it...it's hard to steal a show from those guys...

But anyway, went to the show, had some dinner.....came home and got sick YET AGAIN. Guess I shouldn't have had scrambled eggs for dinner? :-(

So anyway. I'm missing work right now and I HATE it. My boss called yesterday to ask me to sub for a girl who's sick and I said okay, thinking I'd be fine. But I had to call this morning and tell her I was sick too and couldn't make it and she really did not sound happy. Damnit, I was so happy that she was actually calling me to work for someone and that I was getting a bunch of extra hours this week. But working tonight would probably not be a good idea at all. For one, being on my feet (quiet literally, we don't have chairs at work) for 7 hours is not really the best way to get better. Plus, video store = germ factory. I'm actually wondering if maybe I picked this up while I was there. Clay said some kid had been in last week who puked all over the floor..ew. Plus, like I said, it's a germ factory. We handle two of the germiest things around: Money and Videos. Those things get passed from so many different hands... and I've always tried so hard to wash my hands and stuff like that. But I guess I've been a bit lazy with that lately. Oh well.

So yeah. Thanks for the "feel betters". I hope I get better soon. And that when I'm better I still have a chance at getting more hours at work. Love you all. Bye.

I got sick last night with a rather unfun stomach thing. I won't go into details. But yeah. I so need a hug.

Crank

I am in a really gruesome mood.

I have to do a monologue tomorrow in front of a bunch of people and I really don't want to. And I don't actually ever remember completely agreeing to doing it. I just said, "Maybe", and...tada. I'm such a sucker.

I'm so sick of school. Two more weeks until finals...and I don't even know when my finals are. Blech.

No idea on the status of my computer, it was supposed to get there today but when I called it was yet to be in the system. Grr.

Hateful English class tomorrow and I haven't gone to see the department head. I am so screwed.

I have no idea if I'll be getting a decent amount of hours at work over the summer. I hate being broke. But I don't want to have to work two jobs, 'cause most likely my second job would end up being a horrid underpaying nightmare. As usual.

We're still cleaning out my Grandmother's apartment, so my mother's a stressball of nagging. She does this thing where every conversation is her just listing all the things that have to be done no matter how much I beg her to stop. Plus the woman loves shredding all of my Grandmother's old papers. It drives me nuts. She did it while my aunt and uncle were here and we were trying to have cake and celebrate my birthday. 'Cause that's not rude. Plus I have this thing where I sort of take on the emotions of people around me sometimes, especially my mom. So when she's all stressy and cranky and - to be blunt - obnoxious, I can just feel my shoulders tense up and my teeth grinding and that gives me a headache, which makes me nauseous, which...you get it...I so want out of here. I think that's been part of my general awful mood lately. My house is a disaster area and the people in it have not been so wonderful either. And I don't really have anyway of getting out really, short of school, which isn't very relaxing at all. Nor do I really have anyone to talk to, save my blog, or Linda, who gets too much of my whining as it is.

I need a vacation. Too bad I have no money, no where to go, and no one to go with. Plus all that..y'know..responsibility bullshit I'm supposed to deal with.

Grr.

Boooohbaaaaa

Today I watched a TV show that consisted of little fat colored koosh balls with eyes running around, farting, doing some sort of waddle dance, and shooting light out of their heads in a way that I can only describe as "light ejaculation".

To break up the monotony of this, there was a little skit with children pushing a big gift box around, then blowing on it, a color changing...thing...popping out and the it turned into a skit about a Grandmother in the middle of the desert trying to sleep in a bed that magically appeared and winding up a giant music box. Then there was a very long segment of a rainbow flying all over the world, stopping only when children screamed "Look what I can do!" and jumping up and down/clapping/attempting to overcome what I can only assume was some sort of inner ear problem keeping them from being able to stand up properly. Then the farting koosh balls returned and the show was over.

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Has everybody had their crack today?

Well, there's dreams about cigars and there's dreams about tunnels...

My computer exploded last night. Metaphorically, that is. I told my Uncle and Grandmother that it exploded and my grandmother got this really concerned look on her face like there had been an actual explosion. Sigh.

I made a crack about her being late to everything that she didn't get and my mom gave me an evil glare. Tee hee.

So anyway, my computer is highly dead. Gateway was amazingly helpful though, I called and he actually was nice and patient and told me stuff to do and didn't speak 50 words a minute with an indistinguishable accent. But unfortunately there was nothing he could do except tell me to send my computer in for repair. It's actually been kinda broken for awhile. The latch was broken, the LCD screen would get fuzzy if it was on for too long, the power adapter connecting part didn't really work...it was not in good shape. And then yesterday it would just show a black screen, and when it didn't do that, it'd just freeze up and be crazy and make everything spin. Seriously. Not good.

In other news of me being kind of lame: I had a whole glass of wine at the seder tonight. I've never actually drunk more than a few sips of wine. And it was icky, but it was Manischevitz and therefore full of sugar so I could actually stand to drink it. And I did and now (here's the lame part) my head feels a little fuzzy...but like I said to Josh, that could just be from prolonged exposure to my family. And as he said, even if it was the wine, I'm little and a girl and therefore that is expected...

...I am so lame. Oh wait. I know why. I probably shouldn't really be drinking much of anything with my meds. And I drank the wine and took my meds within like half an hour of each other. Oops.

Yeah, I'm still lame. Hehe. And therefore I write about it on my blog so you can all mock me. Ladida.

Off I go. My aunt is here and gave me a purple monkey keychain and some kitty socks. Nice.

Oh Yeah! ::swish swish::

1. The Kool-Aid commercial where the Kool-Aid guy fals and spills everywhere is completely horrifying. It seems like some sick kind of Robot Chickenesque parody of a Kool-Aid commercial...but it's not!

2. If I was going to have a band, I'd want it to be like Rilo Kiley.

3. I found out something I have in common with my grandfather that I never met. We're both big sappy saps. We keep finding cute little sentimental-romantic-sweet presents he'd get for my Grandma....awww.

4. Passover tomorrow. Whee.

Fuck Monkey

Why do the same two fuck monkeys seem to follow me around the entire campus?

Okay, they're not the exact same two all the time, but there's always two and they're always very similar. One girl who went extra heavy on the uberblonde highlights and some boy wearing his back pack too tight on his shoulders and trying to stare nonchalantly at blondie's boobs. And they're always giggling over something completely stupid. I don't know what exactly they're giggling over, but I assure you, it's most likely highly stupid.

I have a math test tonight and I think an in class essay in English. Yuck.

Don't you hate it when you just absolutely know a bad day is coming?

Who ever said I need a reason?

I like random acts of kindness. Everyone do something nice for someone else today for no reason.

Also:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARI!!!

I love you, muchly, my beautiful lesbian lover.

Lalala, shove it up your ass, bitch...

TypicalBrunette (9:52:21 PM): ugh people are evil
F0oL f0r YoU (9:52:36 PM): what happened?
TypicalBrunette (9:53:27 PM): i was at work and i was ringing this woman up. she was putting her money out and talking to clay who was on the other side of the room putting movies away and the phone started ringing. since i was the only one at the registers and she was talking to clay anyway, i picked up the phone, answered the questions, and hung up and went back to the lady.
F0oL f0r YoU (9:53:48 PM): uh huh
TypicalBrunette (9:54:49 PM): so i'm giving her her change and she goes "don't you think you should finish my transaction before you answer the phone? i mean, shouldn't someone who gets in the car and drives here have more priority than someone who calls. don't you?" and like expects an answer for me and i was like "uh....your movies due tuesday" and she's like "well don't you?" and i was like "uh..sure...here's your change" and she leaves, but not before yelling "bye clay!"
F0oL f0r YoU (9:55:50 PM): blech some people are just not nice people
TypicalBrunette (9:56:11 PM): i didn't answer the phone just to annoy her, that's my job! i was the only one up there, she was having a conversation, and i have to wait on everyone, even the people who call first to make sure we have a movie.
TypicalBrunette (9:56:20 PM): so yeah, i hate people.

So yeah, seriously people. WTF? Stop telling me off for really dumbass reasons. It sucks when people are assholes to clerks just 'cause they can be without getting told off right back. And because I'm a girl and young looking I'm an even easier target 'cause no one's afraid I'm gonna beat them up or something. Sigh. Do me a favor and don't tell other people how to do their jobs unless you're their boss. You don't know why they do something a certain way or the reasoning behind it. And don't just take your aggression out on someone because they're there and can't fight back. If not to be a nice person, do it because Karma will come and kick your ass later.

Such as when you leave your stamp card on the counter when you leave and I find it later and rip it to shreds.

Like that.

They're like giant teddy bears...

Last night I was about to go to sleep, flipping channels to find something to watch in bed, and I landed on some documentary about wild polar bears hosted by Ewan McGregor.

It was awesome. For one thing, polar bears = awww so cute! And for another... I would watch a documentary on grass growing if it was hosted by Ewan McGregor. And not just because he's really cute. And has a great voice. But he's just so interested in EVERYTHING that you can't help but get interested, too. Plus he seems like someone you'd have a lot of fun just sitting around and hanging out with.

So yeah...in conclusion, Ewan McGregor should make more documentaries. They'd completely be amazing.

Why do I get cravings for chips at midnight? Couldn't crave chips at like....4 in the afternoon when I can actually do something about it? Sigh.

Also, I really like the Lime Coke commercial and I'm not sure why. Silly song.

Was anyone else aware that Pinsky from Salute Your Shorts is in Rilo Kiley?!?!

P.S. Linda, he was also in Boy Meets World. :-)

Love

The good thing about bad days is sometimes at the end you feel very loved. Today, Love is....

your dad making you macaroni and cheese late at night after you've had a very bad day.

your mom insisting on giving you a hug when you get home.

your best friend offering hot chocolate and girly movies.

Joseph being a sweetie. :-)

your boyfriend telling you it'll be okay.

someone saying they missed you today.

stuffed animals waiting for you in bed.

a kitty who loves you no matter what stinky English teachers say.

all o you guys. (awwww...cheese)



Thanks for all the kind words. :-)

I <3 Linda. :-)

Math test postponed.

Going to speak to the head of the English department tomorrow.

Yep. Anyway. My dad is making me mac and cheese. Hooray.

i suck at life

I don't feel like writing this all out again right now, so here is what I sent to Josh about it:

TypicalBrunette: anyway
TypicalBrunette: so i wrote this critique for my english class
TypicalBrunette: it was a good critique..i am a good writer
TypicalBrunette: the teacher even admits that it's a good essay and my writing is good
TypicalBrunette: however, because i didn't write a summary of the essay that i was critiqueing, just the title and page number in the book, she gave me a 55.
TypicalBrunette: apparently i don't listen to instructions or something...whatever. i didn't write a summary and therefore my otherwise good paper is now a failed paper that she won't let me rewrite because i handed it in for the late deadline.
TypicalBrunette: and i'm pretty sure she didn't even actually read the essay until i made her sit down with me and asked her four times to stop lecturing me on how i don't pay attention (which is not true, i'm the most vocal person in the class and answer more questions than anyone) and don't give any effort (again, not true, i spent three hours on that essay and usually an hour on the homework assignments that she later refuses to accept for no decent reason)

TypicalBrunette: the essay had no marks on it other than her scolding me for not writing a summary...then i got her to look it over with me sitting there and she actually did put marks on it including a "good" to my closing paragraph which had no errors and the whole essay had few grammatical problems
TypicalBrunette: now if she had actually read my essay she most likely would have written all that stuff BEFOREHAND
TypicalBrunette: so i basically got a grade based on the teachers distaste with me forgetting part of the assignment and choosing to completely ignore the part that i had done
TypicalBrunette: and giving me a grade anyway
TypicalBrunette: based on nothing
TypicalBrunette: (some other stuff that is not for blog reading)
TypicalBrunette: and i hate that i go to stupid school and that i can't even get that right even though i'm smart and i am smart but apparently i suck at life and should go be a waitress.
TypicalBrunette: a waitress who can write a fucking good essay if anyone would actually pay any fucking attention.
TypicalBrunette: i should have stayed in goddamn ohio, i hated it there but at least my teachers liked me.
TypicalBrunette: fuckers.



yes, i should have written a summary with the essay. that was my mistake. but that doesn't mean she should have not even read my essay and completely dismissed it. she does that with everything. you do two things wrong on the homework, she won't accept it. you could have spent an hour on it but she says you did it wrong and obviously didn't try very hard on it.

and now i have a math test i have to go fail in two hours because i'm so fucked up over this bullshit that i'll probably completely BOMB the fucking thing.

fuck the world. i need a drink.

Charity of the Month - YouthAIDS

YouthAIDS.org

I may have read about it in Glamour (total guilty pleasure, really the only magazine I read other than on planes) but that doesn't make it any less of a good cause. Ten dollars can help teach one person about safe sex, as well as give them access to condoms, testing, and counseling for an entire year. And I can barely see a movie on that much...

Check it out.

Joseph - What is sad?

Say my writing and you lose a testicle.

Anyway, it'd be nice if I didn't have a math test tomorrow which I haven't studied enough for. Ho hum.

Genetics

So here's something weird. My whole life everyone's always been "You look just like you're father, you look just like your father," ladida. It kinda annoyed me sometimes 'cause I wanted to look like a girl, not a boy.

And then I was at my Grandma's house today (the one that's about to not be her house anymore) and I found this old picture of my Grandma when she was young...my age, maybe younger even... this is my mom's mother I'm talking about here...and I can definitely see my mom in there. But also I can sorta see myself, I just don't know exactly what it is, but I recognize both of us in there in my grandma's face. It's so weird. Plus there are pictures of my Grandmother where she looks just like my aunt....damn, that woman's got strong genes, huh? Heh.

Anyway, I think it's kinda cool. That's all.

Where fashion sits....

I'm bored silly and there's (unfortunetely) no adult swim tonight, so now you get an update.

I wish I had more friends around and things to do. Besides my laundry. Which I did at 2 in the morning or thereabouts last night. Sexy, no? It was that or go commando in thrice-worn jeans. I don't think so.

Hehe, I said "thrice".

Today I had a pretty nice day, though. I put on my pretty new sweater with the shiney beads around the collar and my (fake) ballet shoes and went shoe shopping with my mom. Now that it's finally gotten warmer (for now, at least...lets hope it stays that way?) she decided she really needed some sandals. I totally know that feeling. Sometimes when I was in middle school and it was a nice day and I was walking home in my ratty old sneakers I'd desperately want to pull them off and get some air on my toes. But I've never been good at that whole barefoot in the park thing, I get way too worried about stepping on bees..which is how I got my one and only bee sting.

So off we went to DSW (shoe heaven!). My mom looked around for sandals while I wandered over to the clearance rack of hats, picked up a tweed looking bucket-type hat and immediately (wtf, did I just spell that right? Linda taught me how to spell it...FINALLY! haha) plopped it on my head out of habit (seriously, it's a thing I've done since I was a baby, anything that could be made into a hat of some sort wound up on top of my head...including a pink rhinosarous shaped sand bucket when I was a toddler...I found it years and years later in my attic and had the really strange impulse to put it on my head...although I guess it's a little less weird to have the urge to put a hat on your head than to put a bucket on your head...). Low and behold, it not only looked pretty good on me it matched my missmatch outfit PERFECTLY. And after many failed attempts to send pictures of it on my phone to Linda for an opinion, my mom got sick of my indecision, demanded I hand over the hat, and bought it for me. Hehe. My mom's amusing.

P.S. What good is a picture phone that won't send pictures? That was the perfect situation for a camera phone and the damn thing wouldn't work! Grar. Plus then I probably would have posted it here. And that would have saved you some of this rambling, perhaps? Hmm.....

After that my mom and I drove to Barnes and Noble just so we could get something to drink in the cafe there and sit without a bunch of crazy 8th graders all over the place. It was nice.

And now I'm sitting here, listening to Garden State soundtrack, and kind of having to pee. Laaaa dida...

"You gotta hear these songs, they will change your life, I promise you."

1. I buy songs off iTunes because I'm too lazy to download them off some other thing a million times to get a decend quality song. I just bought like 4 songs just so that I could get rid of the computer post it note that had a list of songs to get on it.

2. My computer is being slow as butt today. And disconnecting from the internet alot. I fear a virus. Hooray virus scan.

3. I'm having bad luck with games on my computer this week. Fallout 2, which Josh gave me, is amazing and addictive, but has a million bugs in it and finding the latest patch to fix it and making said patch work is driving me so insane that I just uninstalled the damn game. Plus I finally got Sims 2 University from Amazon (b'day present from Grandma and Uncle) and the thing is crazy slow. And froze up and died 5 minutes in. Seriously. WTF? I know EA Games are way with the evil and I know using a laptop to play such a game means I'm not going to have the fastest game around, but c'mon!! 5 minutes in!!! WTF?! Plus internet has been slow and crazy, like I said, so yeah....I fear something eating my computer's insides....

4. I got Garden State Soundtrack and Incredibles today along with my new game. I <3 the Garden State Soundtrack even with only listening to about 4 songs on it. I'm way late getting it, but hey, I have it now. Tee hee hee. My ipod has lots of yummy new songs now. And I have a feeling I'm going to have to get a Shins CD one of these days, everything I've heard from them is amazing, so far.

5. I think the "so far" at the end of that sentence makes it a bit redundant, but...whadya gonna do?

6. What's up with Showdog Moms and Dads? I kinda want to watch just so I can see what's up with the bloody dog paw and the guy calling the police on his boyfriend....but I also really hope I don't stoop so low and have so little to do on Wednesday night that I actually watch that...

7. I made myself dinner! Like cooked it and everything! I had chicken and biscuits and carrots and decaf iced tea and it was awesome! I'm so proud. Yay homecooked dinner.

8. There's a sticker on my Garden State CD that says "You gotta hear these songs, they will change your life, I promise you." Eeee, how cute is that? I want to take the sticker and stick it somewhere in my room or on a notebook or something....but I fear ripping the sticker....quite the predicament, huh? Not really.

9. I soooo need to do laundry.

10. I think I'm done now.

So if I was ever to get anymore cats I'm afraid they might end up with some kind of silly name. I'm kind of tempted to name a cat "Choo Choo Bear" after the cat in Something Positive. Or Miss Kitty Fantastico after the kitty in Buffy.

Goofy names are totally okay for cats, though. As long as it's not like...fluffy..or something. No offense to any owners of Fluffy's...

There's a birdy singing me a song...aw....

The Pope is dying. That makes me kinda sad.

My cat is a bed hog.

P.S. My charity donation of the month for March (which I did last night, hooray for actually having enough money in my account to donate money!) was to St. Jude's Children's Hospital. If anyone has any suggestions for definitely legit charities to donate to, lemme know. No promises I'll donate to them, but...yeah...you get the idea.

Aw, there's a bird singing a pretty song outside my window. Pretty.

Good night. Or morning. Which ever.