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Car Alarms Are Really Sensitive

Without a Paddle

I borrowed Little Chrissy's "Without a Paddle" last night. (which is probably what I was going when you called Shoo) It wasn't bad. Predicable, but funny. One of the guys in it is damn fine, I don't know what his real name is, but I think it is "Tom" in the movie and he has tattoos. I'm sure he will be calling me soon.

The copy machine at work broke yesterday about 4 o'clock. The fix-it man couldn't come out until today, so I had to drive to Watts to make 70 copies of 4 pages, both sides. (it took a long time) The upside is that Watts has come out with it's own brand water, which some nice man gave me a sample water bottle of. LOVE it. One day, when I'm not poor, I am going to get one of those snazzy water jugs for my house, full of special filtered water.

My car is in desperate need of an oil change. It is just time now for it to be changed, but last week I was almost out of it (I ahven't noticed a leak) What was left in the car was black, and I checked it today, and what I just added last week is now black too. Why would it do that so fast? I don't think my car has even left town in the last 3 months, so it shouldn't have worn out faster. (damn, I'm good with machanic "lingo"- hah!)

Miss Laura

Not only did cutie-patutie Miss Laura cut off all her hair for cancer kiddies, she also got a raise!! I don't really liked rocks, but if she would be willing to trade lives, I'm deffinatly up for it!

Everyone is gone, even the annouying custodian. I got more hours, but they didn't add anything to my workload. I studied for like 2 hours for the GRE, this is my third blog update, made some calls I needed to make, and now I'm out of ideas again. I should be writing in real life, but it's pretty hard to be inspired and write about sex in a church. (I know, I need to branch out)

I went to the gym again this morning. I wasn't feeling it, but I knew I would be happy I at least went. I tried to do it harder, since I knew I woulnd't be there as long. (35 minutes) My skin is still looking bad. I am going to call my MD for the wash and pills. But I have to take acidophilis pills with the anti-bodic skin pills (I think it is 2 of each), along with what I already take, that puts me up to at least 6 pills/day. I am not an old women!! I do have one of those daily pill organizer things though to help me keep things straight, how sad is that.

PhilO told me that all women are "bitches and hos". So I asked which am I, he immediately replied that I am a "ho". At first I thought I would rather be a bitch, but then I decided that an ex-bf calling me a ho was a compliment to my sexual prowess. (do women have "prowess"?) That he wasn't calling me a real life ho, just a ho as opposed to a bitch, which no one likes. So thanks for brightening my day Phil.

Wash Your Hands For 30 Seconds w/ Warm, Soapy Water

My dad is sick. I feel bad for him. I feel bad for me because this makes him extra cranky. My dad does NOT go to the doctor. He has severe sleep apnea (where you stop breathing in your sleep). Instead of having surgery, or at least getting on of those masks to sleep in he falls asleep everywhere. I usually see him in my driveway, with his car running. This happens both when he is coming, and going.

Dad is also a work-a-holic. He was throwing up yesterday. Still didn't go to the doctor. He also didn't take the day off. I actually can't remember the last time he took a day off (unless the restaurant was closed Christmas), this includes weekends. He doesn't take ANY days off. This is why no one ever sees him and everyone assumes my parents are divorced.

So sick dad is driving to work and pukes all over himself on the interstate. All over his car and has to pull over. It's an unfortunate situation, but at some point you have to be like "I'm sick. I'm not driving anywhere today, including to work". I'm actually not sure why he has health insurance because he doesn't use it. He just "grins and bears it" (ok, there is no grinning involved) when he gets kidney stones.

I have had kidney stones, but I tale a different approach. I take all the pain medicine I can find and go straight to the doctor for more. Then they do gross tests to make sure the stones leave and they are not hanging out in your body where they can eventually kill you. Kidney stone pain is suppose to be comparable to having a baby pain. I'm going to take "their" word for it. I'm surprised I don't have nightmares about babies.

Part II

Back to roommate life...

My favorite roommates year was junior year in the house with 5 girls. CRAZY! They put up with my parade of men and nakie life-style. I put up with their loud afternoon sex and paying $3 for my part of a napkin holder.

Senior year with Farah was also crazy. Somehow, we both kept our GPAs above a 3.0 (I'm sure hers was was closer to 4.0) while drinking almost daily bottles of vodka. I'll leave out the stories of that year to protect the privacy of a current friend.

Then I jammed 10 hours of class into that summer so I would only have to spend a 4 more months at Bradley, instead of the entire year. (I was so "over" college) I lived alone that semester, which was lonely, but my sweetie friends came up to visit and I drove home almost every weekend.

FINALLY, I had 2 final weeks of class that I spent in Anna's apartment. It was great, we stayed up to watch movies and eat pizza. I would clean when she was at work and I got bored. I read all her books.

Damn, I'm a nerd.

And now I live in my parents' basement. It's cheap.

Wanna-Be PhilO

There's been some roommate talk in blog life lately. And since I kind of consider myself the roommate queen, I'm adding my 2 cents.

List:

Erin

Allana

Kelly

Anna, Alina, Julie, Amanda

Farah

Anna (again, but for only 2 weeks, it was bliss!)

First, dorm living. Shoo, you didn't miss anything. None of my roommates last more than a semester (although it was all amicable), finally, my last semester in the dorms I told my RA that she could give me a roommate (I wasn't going to pay $400, or whatever it was gor a single), but I would be hell to live with. I was more specific about what types of things would happen, and I don't think I used the word "hell"- I was much more tactful, trick-sy even. But whatever I said, it worked.

Some of you might remember Erin from my 18th birthday party. She and her friends came down from Peru, IL. (which is next to Canton, although I couldn't tell you for sure if Canton is actually any larger than Peru) Erin was a ton of fun, our first night in our new room we split a bottle of apple pucker and went to some all school party drunk about 6pm and rode some type of hamster wheel ride. (it was heaven) But Erin was messy. Let me rephrase, Erin was MESSY! The girl would change her pajamas so they matched before bed. She would re-blow dry her hair mid day for additional volume. (she was obsessed with "fluff", I think because she was so small) Also, she had a big mouth and repeated some secrets. ALSO, I hit her bf in the balls with the hard part of my tickle-me-elmo one night when I threw it at him for waking me up at 4am, yelling at Erin for talking because she couldn't sleep after taking a hit of acid to late in the day.

Erin was a good time and an interesting girl. She was afraid of fish. Yes, fish. She lived on a lake and was terrified whenever she went in the water of a fish touching her. Anyway, next was Allana. Allana was a good time also, and I would live with her again. I got drunk one night and lost her cordless phone for a week. I assumed I had taken it with me somewhere and asked all our friends and called down to the desk in the lobby to see if someone had found it. She was MAD. I said I would replace it, but I think she was more concerned about my lush lifestyle than the actual missing phone.

Next is Kelly, who's dad is the guitarist for Phil Collins. You might remember Kelly as the barbie look-a-like. Kelly was a blast to live with, we covered our room in baby power in the summer when we put it on together after the shower and then obsessively cleaned throughout the week. Our freshman year, Kelly and I missed eachother se much after a break that while one of us looka shower to go out, the other one sat on the bench in the dorm shower so we could catch up. No wonder people joke about me liking girls.

But Kelly left me to join Pi-Phi. That completed the barbie metamorphosis and she left all of our lives forever. (or close enough)

Break time, this post is becoming entirely too long.

Let's Cuddle!

I feel asleep again last night early, around 7pm, and slept until midnight. I was up all night and now I'm ready for bed again. I assume this scedulle will soon fix itself.

Besides wanting to lay around in my pajamas, I want to CUDDLE! Someone come cuddle with me. I'm not above cookie bribery.

I'm not in a bad/sad mood or anything, I'm just in a chill mood and chat and give hugs. It seems like as I get older people hug less and less. And cuddles less. (unless you're dating, then it's all the same) My smelly dog cuddles, maybe he is free for the evening!

I had actual work to do (a little) today. That was nice. Got some GRE math studying done. The questions seemed so easy and I thought I knew most of them, but come to find out, the test answers didn't match mine. Imagine that. And one or two of the verbal analogies are always impossiable.

My morning work ut glow wears off my midday and by the time I am winding down for bed, I wish I would have doubled my morning work out (currently 40-60 min cardo) or would actually go again in the evening. I don't see twice a day happening, but an hour in the morning pretty much kills me. Maybe if I took a 10 minute break in the middle? I only have so much time before work. I'll figure something out. I need to work more on weights, but it's so easy to skip or just plain forget about. I also need to quit smoking, but I won't even begin to get into that now. People just laugh at me when I bring it up because I've failed at it so many times. I know I will quit sometime though, I just want to make sure it is sooner, rather than later.

Different Strokes for Different Folks

Damn it's cold.

I started working full days at the church yesterday (M-Th). Since Monday is Pastors' day off, I had NOTHING to do! Generally, I have nothing to do, but on Mondays I REALLY have nothing to do. Days like that are going to turn me into both a blogging and GRE pro by the time I actually take the test.

I (the church) received an e-mail yesterday about a MLK service in town. I'm happy the christians unite and like eachother. However, the e-mail did mention how far we've come (good) and that hopefully the next step will be stopping the surpreme court ban on the 10 commandments in schools and public biuldings (bad) AND that they over turn Roe vs Wade. (very BAD)

It's thinking like that that makes it very hard for me to work here. On one hand, I relise that certain wack jobs think that fetuses are actual people (even before they have a heartbeat!). It's hard to leave "to each his own" when it comes to "murder". On the other hand: common sense. The world has enough problems due to the limited avialablity of birth control and abortion in certain parts of the country and throughout the entire world. That is a part that we can control. Add that to people who just shouldn't reproduce (drug adicts, molestors, abusors, etc), and abortion, although not the right choice for everyone, becomes more and more practical.

I have such a hard time accepting other people's beliefs that directly interfere with my own and potentially what choices I have in my life. If you want to personally believe Christ is coming back and bad things will send you to hell, that's your personal reality and I don't think anyone should interfere. But when you think the entire country, or world, should live by your FAITH based morals and ethics, you do everyone a disservice. That's what faith is, faith. It's personal and their for your own comfort and lifestyle. Churches bring like minded people together. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But people such as missionaries bringing christianity to non-christian third world countries under the guise of medical and housing assistence is wrong. (that's right, I said wrong) Who are you to impose your personal morality on others?

Off my soapbox...

I went to the gym again this morning. It doesn't open until 5:30 and I got there a little early so I had to wait 15 minutes in my cold car. I meant to do cardio for a full hour, but unfortunaly only made it through 40 minutes, but it was a good, sweaty workout. I chose to have breakfast with my mom this morning, instead of showering right away, which sin't going to help my skin any. It's getting worse. I have perscription wash I can get for it, but it somehow bleaches my towels and clothes, even thought it washes off.

I really need a backrub. Someone take pity on me.

Who's Afraid of Tater-Tots?!

Augh!! There is only so much to do in a freezing, empty church office. At least it's not dark, churches are extra creepy when they are empty and dark. Think cemeteries at night. I don't want to touch the heat because A) I don't know where it is, and B) I won't remember to put it back down to whatever it is suppose to be at. It's the same reason I don't turn on any lights when I come in (minus my office) I know I'll forget to turn them off and think it will be an example of my incompetence.

I'm still internally gloating (glowing?) over my morning work-out. But all this sweating is killing my skin. My back hasn't broke out since I was in HS, but now break-outs like trail the line of my sports bra. I guess I could just try going w/o one...HAHA I think if I keep up on my showers (sometimes I don't shower immediately after I get home, and the gym showers scare me) and keep putting all the goo on it I am suppose too, it will get better.

In addition to the post-pubescent break-outs, the sun reflecting off the snow appears to be giving em more freckles and moles. I have like 3 mini ones on my neck that make me crazy. They are small enough you can't really see them, but I can feel them. They are the harmless kind that some people get where skin bends (neck, under arms, inside thighs) and can just be cut off. It's just comedic so my insurance won't cover having them taken off unless they get infected or mutate. But all the doctor does is put some numbing stuff on, chop them off, and charge $150. Anyone offering to help me cut off my moles?? (farah, you owe me!)

I think that's all the gross boy stuff I have for today. My mom just called to tell me that the blood center called me AGAIN. They usually said they have a "special need", but this time the lady apologized for continuing to call me and said their were 3 babies in town that needed blood. I haven't went in or called them back because I have been a little sicky, right now it's a little bit of a runny nose and a small cough. I'm okay with that, but I don't want to give the babies a cold virus and kill them in their weakened immune state.

Oh, the responsibilities of having special baby blood.

The Bi-Hourly Update

It's only 8:30 am and I have no idea what I am going to do all day! I think the accountant comes in sometime in the morning today, but she's not here yet. I can make projects on the computer all trick-sy with church supplies. I have some Sharon Olds to read and hopefully inspire some writing. CDs. GED prep stuff. A FASFA form to fill out. A few church related tasks I COULD complete, but can also be out off, or never finished at all.

I used a large, metal round brush when I dried my hair today. Ushually I just use my fingers while drying. I'm not that cordinated, but it still only took a few minutes longer then it did the "old way". My hair looks/feels great. I think this might be part of the new morning routine. It needs a trim, it looks awesome after I get it cut, but I never want to pay for it. I also need an oil change, which can not be put off the way a haircut can be put off.

My car still smells funny when I start it and doesn't drive as well. Something is wrong with it. The break lamp and left blinker are out, but they're been out for at least 6 months and can wait another 6.This weird burning smell should be checked out sometime soon.

I am so good at these "to-do" lists that rarely get completed.

More Questions w/o Answers

Whoa! I woke up at 5am for the gym. Actually, I feel asleep early last night (8pm) and woke up too early (12am) and never really went back to sleep. So getting out of bed at 5am wasn't really a strech. It wasn't too bad, very empty. I think it will be easier whenever I get around to getting a walkman that works.

I finished the Dylan autobiography, chronicle Volume I. It's mostly about his early experiences in music and his numerous folk influences. I want juicy Bob-gossip. Now I am waiting for chronicles II &III. I mean how many books can he write about his early influences??

I also watched The village. I don't recommend it. It reminded me of the Blair Witch Project in that it had a lot of walking through the woods. I don't know why any of the actors agreed to do it, especially Mr. Phoenix. (I'm not even going to begin to try to spell his first name)

I see that no one wanted to help me out on my blog questions. I have a few more to add in my fruitless attempt for computer assistence.

1) How do I get the password off my work computer I accidentally put on?

2) How do I put internet explorer back on the desktop? I accidentally erased it, and now I can't find it. I can still get to the internet through other things, but I want that immediate link back.