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Clap on! Clap off!
Posted on May 9, 2008 11:59 PM
Seriously considering the fact that there is some sort of switch that get's life started. I've watched other's so carelessly flip that switch and I'm left searching for a needle in a haystack. I think my switch is hiding from me. No for real. Like I've offended it somehow by not taking advantage of the opportunity to flip it when and if it appeared itself. Like it was screaming to be flipped, it was trying it's hardest to be the shiniest, prettiest switch ever and I ignored it like a piece of rancid meat. (How I got the analogy of a bad switch to a piece of rotting meat beats me.) Well excuse me for have mistaken you for my light switch!
You know, it would be more appropriate of you Mister Life-Switch to have a "Clap on, Clap off" quality to you... rather than some switch that can easily be mistaken for a light switch, or a garbage disposal switch. *Clap on* Life has commenced. *Clap off* I'm dead and buried in a coffin. See how easy that was? But no, you make me search and search for you, growing more frustrated and more weary at the same time. I'm no patient person Mister Life-Switch, so it would be wise to make it easier for me or when I do find you, you bet I'll be taking a sledge hammer to your switch rather than a simple flick of the finger. Oh yea, I'm coming with a vengeance!
Picksburghese 101
Posted on May 16, 2008 5:33 PM
I love out-of-town'ers and their disbelief that I was born here in America with such an [quote]accent[unquote]. Picksburghese must have really took a toll on me.
When such a statement like "I need to wash my hair" makes people's noses crunch, one side of their lip to rise and drool slowly drips from their mouths. Little do you know, when speaking Picksburghese that sentence is actually pronounced: "I need to woosh my hair."
Other such phrases are: Wooshing clothes. Or the woorsher machine (Now, that one's a tricky one. It's more pronounced like the war-sher instead of having the common "woo" sound).
Also, saying the days of the week draw a laughing matter. You say "Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday," with annunciation. With Picksburghese, it comes off as:
Sundy, Mondy, Tuesdy, Wensdy, Thursdy, Fridy.
Apparently we are incapable of sounding out the "A" sound when combined with Y. Also when pronouncing the two T's in Pittsburgh; there are no T's, but C's and K's. PICKSburgh. Double E's are also hard; The Steelers = the Stillers.
The list goes on and on about our incomprehensible language that was actually all made up in our heads. Until I am faced with the fact that I do appear to have an accent when put in front of non-Pittsburghers...
Class is dismissed.
Do not play with fire.
Posted on May 18, 2008 9:16 PM
My step dad must have done something to piss my mom off because merely breathing within a mile radius of her sets her off into this rampage of fire and flame! Seriously, the very flames from the pits of hell emerged behind her. I can only assume that misery really does need company.
And the irony out of all this was her lecture about the house lacking a "revolving door" feature and my plans on moving out... I thought it was funny.
Everything is high school!
Posted on May 20, 2008 7:48 PM
Trained my gay-boyfriend on lottery today, whom I make very uncomfortable with my 'straight' ways and attempts to 'straighten' him. Which is probably one of the underlying reasons why I was never initially scheduled to train him. Too much of a distraction.
Goes hand in hand with the saying "Everything is high school!" Just because I am friends with a fellow co-workers automatically means I cannot train him/her because too much talking, fooling around, and what not would go down, not learning. Feels like we are being separated on opposite sides of the classroom to minimize chitter-chatter.
Whatever, teacher. You are not getting an apple from me next week!
I'm a big ballah!
Posted on May 21, 2008 3:36 PM
My car sent me a dollar bill today. Things are looking up! Now all I need is two hundred and sixty six more dollars and my car would have just made it's own payment!
The rain clouds have gone away, take a picture!
Posted on May 22, 2008 9:46 PM
After much dismay... after feeling lost and lonely, I finally hash a camera again! 'Tis a joyous day in Lauren's world and to the internet. For there will no longer be priceless shots taken from a mere, crappy cell phone camera, but a quality-spawning digital camera!
My friend had it, which worried me. I was expecting naughty, dirty pictures to be lurking on my memory card. But no... just some pictures of her and her peeps smoking some weed. Lamesauce! Oh and new batteries, win!
The Sh*t List
Posted on May 23, 2008 4:10 PM
Things I hate:
- Couples, more specifically married couples, who get each other's name tattooed on some part of their extremities. They're just asking for a divorce.
- Those minis and the fact that only full grown men drive them.
- Customers who use our bathroom, don't wash their hands, and then come to my window. Great, not only am I taking their money, but their fecal matter as well. Lucky me.
- Doritos/potato chips whose Nutrition Guide has serving sizes like 5 chips. So you think, "Oh, 120 calories, that's not bad. Ooo 8g of fat, even better." Read on, "Servings per container 200," they're teasing us!
- Same thing with a bag of cookies, the serving size is ONE COOKIE! Who in their right, bloody mind is only going to eat ONE cookie?!
- [Pertaining the last two comments] Let's be realistic here and list the Nutrition Guide for the whole damn bag, 'cause you know we're going to eat it!
- Stupid blondes with their stupid miniature-sized dogs who stuff them in small pink, glittery bags and feel the need to carry them around everywhere they go; to the laundry mat, the post office, to the freakin' outhouse, wherever. You're dog is probably suffocating and/or getting choked by the strap for you own selfish reason to look cute. RIGHT ON!
The Pigeon Brigade!
Posted on May 26, 2008 4:55 PM
I've come to the conclusion that an army of pigeons bombed me car.
The Pigeon Brigade!
Captain: 0500! Fire away! Fire at will!
Lenard: 1100, firing at will!
Captain: Lenard! Nooooooooooooooooo!
That poor soldier named Lenard received a dishonorable discharge for blowing up an innocent fishing village. Now Lenard must return back home as a disgrace to his family.
Fair warning to all the microscopic fishing villages that reside atop of car hoods, pigeons are attacking! They fly in army-flocks and carelessly fire at will! Take cover, for there might be another soldier Lenard out there somewhere looming over your doom!
You say "Refurbished," I say "Brilliant scam"
Posted on May 27, 2008 7:48 PM
Open Item packages: which clearly states on the package that the item inside maybe slightly damaged and or defective. Though my item, neither box was checked... so how was I to know which one best described the product?. Maybe it was neither, maybe that's why nothing was checked. Maybe the customer just didn't like the item and just returned it. The price suited my cheap ways. Why by an item for $80 when the Open Item package was reduced to $34? SOLD!
Ha ha ha HA! Those sneaky bastards, which resulted in my friend's iPod to self-destruct. Which leads to my rant about Apples and how they are blood thirsty, soul suckers. Purchase an iPod for $300, have it break a month later and here's the beauty: get a refurbished one in exchange. Well thanks Apple, if I really wanted someone's used-broken-then-"refurbished" iPod, I would have went on eBay for half the cost. You fool us with your shiny gadgets and your one-step-ahead-of-technology strategy when really you always find a way to really shove it in our ass. I applaud you and place a pox upon you from the very fiery pits of hell.
Though I thank you and am glad it wasn’t my iPod that I plugged in first. Bwahaha.
Curtains would be way too obvious
Posted on May 28, 2008 8:02 PM
I have proof my mother is an alien, or has super natural powers of some sort. She either:
A.) has mind-reading powers and/or really isn't as stupid as she appears.
B.) has an insider (i.e. my sister who is in desperate need for a muzzle)
C.) has me bugged
D.) instantaneously all of the above.
My Fruit Loops were ruined this morning when she sprung the news on me that she knew what I was doing. Though it did spare me the take-mother-out-to-brunch-to-"talk" bit. That was getting old and obvious. More obvious than couples going on Maury just to admit to their men that their child might not be theirs. Shocker!
Now my plans on moving out are out in the open and with my mother's cleverness comes her mischievous ways. I say that because the decor for my room have been sitting on my floor for months and ironically, when I came home from work after such news, they were magically hung on the walls. Talk about subtle gestures to keep me from moving out, eh.
Lists sort out the hectic.
Posted on June 8, 2008 7:31 PM
Lo and behold, a life too hectic for this internet. I'll try to sum everything up in a list (I heart lists).
- Thursday, May 29th. Lost and my step-dad's version of a margaritas (more Satan’s piss after he ate mangos to me). Luckily I had Mike’s Hard Lime at hand.
- Friday, May 30th. The day has come, mother buys curtains for room. Pretty curtains, pretty black curtains at that. Which is another subtle way of her screaming at me to not move out. I applaud her efforts.
- Saturday, May 31st. School loans loom over my impending doom. Marks 6 month of being out of school, with no job, the very roots to my depression.
- Sunday, June 1st. Getting ridiculed for making plans to move in with Erica. More proof to my mother having supernatural powers. My time spent up Erica's house was setting down the blueprints for my room... in my head.
- Monday, June 2nd. First dentist appointment in years! Ever since The Dentist (movie), I secretly fear the dentist and death by tooth drill. Though I did get a green tooth brush as a reward for my bravery.
From the 3rd to the 6th, I have no recollection from my life... at all. I really need to invest in some memory-building vitamins of some sort. The list continues.
- Saturday, June 7th. The most miserable day where hell decided to raise it's ungodly heat. Lucky me, I was at Kennywood celebrating a friend's turning of 21. Not my particular choice of celebration, but hey, we all can't be lushes. And I thank God for the tickets costing only $10 and allowing me to bail before I had a heat stroke.
- Today, Sunday, June 8th. My cousin's fiancé’s bridal shower. More estrogen than the premiere of Sex and the City. I rest my case and grateful for the fact that we all got out of there before there was an explosion of period.
Ignorant bliss
Posted on June 9, 2008 4:37 PM
I enjoy the time spent with my mother, and my mother alone (when she hasn't spun into her unpredictable, and highly annoying mood spins that just make you want to spork her to death). Moving on. John, my oh-so-loveable, step dad, and I say that in the highest sarcastic way, went away for the whole weekend to the Poconos. Bliss, I say.
My days were spent roasting my balls off. Saturday and Sunday, I shed a combined 20lbs in nature's all-natural sauna - aka Kennywood on a 90 degree day and an outdoor-event bridal shower on a 92 degree day. Not really, but I wish, then I really wouldn't have mind spending such days in the blazing heat. Though this conversation knocked my socks off.
Me: "It's so friggin' hot, I'm sweating my balls off!"
Him: "You don't have any balls."
Me: "Well duh! That's because I sweateded them off!"
Him: *silence*
And...
My nights were a fun-filled sleep over in my mother's room that ended in falling asleep to Sex and the City. Oh, Monday came way to fast and reality decided to bitch slap me when I came home from work today and saw the dreaded luggage sitting on the living room floor. It was home! *Cue in scary, twilight music*
I'm going into the T-shirt business
Posted on June 11, 2008 11:59 PM
My friend has this ingenius idea to come up with some extra cash flow. So, with the help of CafePress, we are going to attempt to create T-shirts. With her entrepreneur degree, and my design degree, we can't go wrong, right?
Besides, I'm a sucker for designing shite, no matter what it may be.
Op·por·tune
Posted on June 12, 2008 11:11 PM
The simple fact that I got a sufficient amount of sleep last night does not please me when I had to work a closing shift today. On top of that, the whole neighborhood must have held some sort of rally to gather a crowd and come shopping 15 minutes before the store closes. Heehaw! No really, there were more customer's waiting in line than there were the whole day. I kid you not; there's nothing better to do than to count customers and do puzzle books. That's how productive I am.
On a brighter note, news on my father's (God rest his soul) truck being sold. This could not have come at a more opportune time.
op·por·tune
1. appropriate, favorable, or suitable
2. occurring or coming at an appropriate time
As of today, I had roughly a week to pull $500 out of my ass for my school loans. What's even better is that I'll have $250 left over to roll around in. That's right, $250 is worth rubbing my body all over it!
Paraskavedekatriaphobia
Posted on June 13, 2008 3:19 PM
Friday the 13th, known to 99% of the Earth's population as a day of bad luck. A day of [insert air quotes] "un-coincidental" events that throw people into a spiral of paranoia that prevent them from doing their everyday routine and locking themselves in a padded room. A day where spirits, ghosts, and ghouls roam the Earth so freely, tormenting the living. Did I miss anything? No? Good.
Anywho...
The number thirteen and Friday have both been dubbed bad luck, so putting the two together is naturally, a double whammy. We all know there is an ungodly list of reasons as to why 13 is "unlucky," and Friday has been doomed unlucky because it is said Jesus was crucified on a Friday. The End. In my opinion, Friday the 13th is not a day of bad luck, but a highly glorified superstition. In all actuality (well my reality), Friday the 13th gives people the excuse to be the most neurotic, insanely psychotic, asshole, sons-of-bitches ever.
Hera are just a few, minor examples of the "characters" I've seen today:
1. Those dressed completely in chains and a fishnet body suit. (Managing to cover the wee-wee and the ta-ta's)
2. Those who are obviously obese, thinking they are 100lbs, wearing see-through outfits that show off back-cleavage.
3. Those that honestly believe it is my fault that we ran out of Wave menthol 100 cigarettes and threatened to sue...
4. Those carrying around manikin heads and moving them along to the beat of his stereo that is duct taped around his waist.
I have the right to motion a change for the definition of Friday the 13th. Instead it being a day of bad luck, it should be a day where people's IQ drop at least half of what it normally is.
P.S.
paraskavedekatriaphobia
The fear of Friday the 13th.
Derived from the concatenation of the Greek words Paraskeví (meaning Friday), and dekatreís (meaning thirteen), attached to phobía (meaning fear).
My shades and all it's glory
Posted on June 14, 2008 11:39 PM
I would like to believe that not all men are lacking in the communication department. I would also like to believe that my man doesn't fall into that category. Unfortunately, he does, no denying it. How hard is it to tell me that you just left your house instead of telling me that you're turning down my street now. I'm not dumb, venturing down my street is not a 15 minute journey, sorry.
Anywho, last night; huge communication failure on Dave's part. Instead of just telling me that he already had prior engagements, I was left dangling on a string waiting for him. When all else failed, I gave up on our plans and moved onto Plan B. Staying up a friend's house in preparation for Sand Castle, which was also a huge FAIL!
I place a pox on the rain, but at least I got the coolest pair of sunglasses out of it.
Jealous?
Take the internet away & this happens!
Posted on July 23, 2008 1:06 AM
Watch out internet, the Ren is back, back in black and ready to bore you. I have this ingenious idea that instead of writing an entry that might just be longer than the Bible, I shall sum up my internet-less life with a slide-show and let your imaginations go wild!
At some point in time, there was a day where the inner girl was just dying to get out. I excuse myself for such behavior because who can resist a girl's night out with my mother and my two beautiful sisters involving the premiere of Sex & The City. You cannot judge me.
Prior to such an evening, dinner at a hibachi was only appropriate.
At another point in time, boredom got the best of me. Hence the Walmart Escapade. Need I say more.
Let's not forget my "surprise." Dave takes me to a county fair and behold: a fucking (excuse my French, I'm excited) cattle arena! COME ON!
The things I am forced to do to fill up my spare time. Again I say, I have no life.
Fin.
My very own... Om Nom Nom Nom
Posted on July 23, 2008 3:15 PM
I complain about boredom, I preach boredom, I am boredom. So bored, that there is nothing left to do but to still be in my pajamas at 3:00 in the afternoon, with a pair of ordinary scissors attacking my split ends.
And... I had this uncontrollable urge to create my own Om Nom Nom Nom....
Impulse bloggin'
Posted on August 9, 2008 9:00 PM
The day after 08/08/08 and people are still playing any and all combinations of such on the lottery... I don't get it, it's not going to make the odds any brighter. I can only imagine the mass hysteria when 06/06/06 rolled around. People and their superstitions make me giggle.
Its obviously apparent that when trying to make something that's rather drag sound interesting, I still fail. A day in the life of retail: Welcome to lottery! Oh joy, the excitement tickles me.
Moving on, lets make a note that this is the second Saturday in a row where I've sat in this very chair, in this very robe... all I did this time was add some alcohol to the mix. BAM! My night just got interesting.
Hooray for pirating music.
Prehistoric documentary a la Fish
Posted on August 11, 2008 10:24 PM
Yesterday, my poor fishies (Home Skillet, Dish, & Mussolini) went homeless. Their old home sprung a leak and before the could apply for welfare, I buys them a new home, yeah!
But prior to that, I was forced to put all three fish in a tiny bowl that barely fit them. The poor things were so distressed, they were pooping up a storm. I mean poop everywhere! Like a mini fish out-house.
Moving on, since the USB cord to my camera has mysteriously disappeared and my memory card lost amidst my desk, I am but picture-less. So I drew a Before-And-After to best describe my fishies' horrifying experience.
Enjoy.
What comes before Part B?
Posted on August 23, 2008 11:34 PM
My cherry has been popped, that's right peeps, I've just attended my first house party. Friday was the big day and being that only a few people attended, I still call it a party none-the-less... because I'm a loser like that.
To sum it all up, it was a fun filled night of beer pong, Sing Star, jello shots, and Slip-N-Slide at two in the morning. Which by the way is not a very wise idea, especially when you're drunk. I learned this after I bruised my hip and scraped my elbow...
Due to the fact that my camera is craptastic and knows not how to focus, the bruises are barely noticeable. Believe me they're there. For starters, the scrape on my elbow was more vicious, I just so happened to be bored as hell at work and decided to peel off all the dead skin. AND I'm lucky I didn't dislocate my hip. Whose bright idea was it to put the dang slide next to a cement pathway? Sheesh.
Lets not forgot the million mounds of itchiness I have all over my body due to mosquitoes and the big scrape on Dave's rims as he attempted to drive drunk. Epic fail, but overall fun night.
So country!
Posted on August 31, 2008 10:46 PM
Found myself at a country concert yesterday and Dave was not present. He seems to be the constant in every country concert that I have been to because needless to say, he is but my influence.
Rascall Flats claims the award for my very own willingness to attend such a concert. Though I did only know but three of four songs, it was still fun mumbling along my own lyrics to the songs and attempting to square dance. Silly country folks where probably spiting my attempts to fit into their persona; I may have had on cut up daisy-dukes, a cowboy hat, and pigtails, my flesh-tunnels and gauged earrings were still a dead give away.
(Please take note: I purposely used Comic Sans to get on a certain someone's nerves.)
You know what really grinds my gears?
Posted on September 18, 2008 4:23 PM
I shall dedicate this entry entirely to my crooked teeth; solely for the purpose that every time I look at a picture of myself I can't help but hide my teeth with my tongue in hopes that nobody notices such crookedness.
The origin of such crookedness was because as a child, I had this fear of severe agony when pulling out my loose teeth. Needless to say, when it was time for my front teeth to come out, I would never pull them... I would let the new tooth grow in while the old one was still in. Thus causing the new tooth to come in crooked.
Though such a gap wasn't as apparent as it is today, and all the blame goes to my dear old wisdom teeth. Forcing room so they sit comfortably at the back of my mouth; having no care that it pushed all my teeth together, creating such a gap that I can now stick my tongue in between.
*le sigh*
P.S. You know what really grinds my gears? Spelling tongue, toungue. I refuse to change it for the mere pleasure of laughing at myself. Indeed.
Pumpkin carvings
Posted on October 25, 2008 11:57 PM
Surpise, I am digital-camera-less yet again. My poor, poor camera died last night... may it rest in peace.
Anywho, Dave took me to a pumpkin patch! After which we carved our pumpkins!
(This exact photo really shows me just how obsessed I am with cows.)
P.S. It's seriously a cow, not a pig, note the horns.
Don't take passengers for granted!
Posted on November 4, 2008 5:10 PM
Even though I posted pictures on my Flickr account about the transformation of my car's interior but a mere couple of days ago, I still have this urge to blog about it. Because you really need to know the story behind it all and the sense of urgency to do such a... um... "transformation."
Hokay, let's cut the crap, I have not cleaned the inside of my car since I bought it... in the beginning of February! Not only could no one sit in the back seat, there surely would have been some entity from hell that would've emerged from it. Fellow tweeters like Overshee agreed with me claiming satan originated from his trash in his backseat. Moving on; pictures to prove such a catastrophe. (If only there was 'smell-o-vision' to explain the funk-smell that my car seemed to have. The 9 month old Yankee-candle-car-freshener wasn't helping anything!)
Lets start with what lied behind the driver seat.
I've purposely numbered such items that I thought needed the "spotlight."
1. One of many empty Nerds boxes.
2. Practically a whole load of laundry resided in the backseat of my car. Which would explain part of the stench.
3. Umbrella. Hey, you never know when it's going to rain!
4. My long, lost Evanescence CD, which unfortunately got scratched amongst the wreckage. *le sigh*
5. A very cute pair of Sketchers. I couldn't find the other shoe! I think my car eated it.
6. Some type of Kashi granola type bars that I used to pack in Dave's lunches way back when I used to pack them. The expiration date was dated for April... This probably contributed to the foul stench that lingered in my car.
Oh, there's more kiddies. Moving on to behind the passenger seat.
And under the spotlight are:
1. The empty "num-chum" container my nephew decided to dump out. ("num-chum" further explained in #5)
2. The very, cute and every so fashionable headband that my dear, 80yr-old co-worker bought for me under the false pretenses that I am a child, with a small child's head. I believed I suffered a migraine the one and only time I wore that thing... then died from an aneurism.
3. An invitation to my friend's graduation from ITT Technical Institute... that was in June and surprisingly escaped the dangers of being stepped on. I swear this invitation was in pristine shape. Awkward.
4. It's really a shame when I haven't the slightest clue how old this gum is... old enough to have fallen out the package and be melted by the sun and forever fused to my carpet. Gross.
5. The infamous "num-chums." Or more popularly known as those little fruit bites that Gerber makes. My nephew Auron calls them "num chums" so they are forever known as "num chum," get with the program America.
6. A pencil... for you to take note of the "num-chums."
To conclude this horror story, a good three hours of vigorous labor with the help of AmorAll, Windex, and a Shop-Vac; my car now looks the way it did the day I bought it from the dealership.
Riders welcome!
P.S. I decided to spare you of the many pop bottles in which the liquid inside of them solidified into a gel-like-substance. *shivers*
Vacation! [part one]
Posted on November 9, 2008 9:03 PM
Day 1 of my vacation from work and I've already forgotten about Twitter! Two reasons; one being that I turned off my phone updates to avoid being yelled at by Twitter to update. Technology frightens me... I fear being scorned by a minion of the internet. Now if my blog had similar capabilities as Twitter, then I would find myself leaving all device updates on. I would much rather have my blog yelling at me, because ultimately, it would just be myself yelling at myself... and I find that much more comforting... Oh yea, and the other reason being the Stiller! [Steeler] game.
While watching the game, I shamefully admit to screaming at the tv in hopes for a response. Apparently technology isn’t that advanced yet and only works one way (thanks zakmo). In which, I need to make a mental note of that for the next Steeler game: referees cannot hear you nor your obnoxious screams of the obvious bad calls. Oh, and game shows as well. Screaming like the world is ending, in hopes that the contestant says your answer and that being the correct one, of course, can finally come to a peaceful end. Surgeons will be at ease knowing they'll have a lot less reconstructive surgeries of the ear drum on their hands.
Game Show Host: Answer this final question, and you will have won ONE MILLION DOLLARS!
Game Show Host: What is 28 - 22?
Contestant: Umm...
Me: SIX! SIX! SIX! SIX, YOU FLAMING IDIOT! FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD ON THIS EARTH, SAY SIX!
Contestant: Seven!
Me: *impales self with spork*
Vacation! [part two & three]
Posted on November 11, 2008 10:48 AM
Day 2 of my vacation was spent teasing my inner graphic designer. My beloved sister, Tina, is back at it with school. Needless to say, Tina working on her projects and asking me for my help is really getting my design juices flowing. When I say "flowing," I mean over-flowing. Like spewing out of every hole in my body! The only place I currently have to direct this over-charged creativity is but my blog. Yes, be assured that there will be some drastic changes to my blog. Maybe a color vomit of some sort, who knows. All I know is that I have about 9 or 10 different mock-ups that I would like to work on, if I were home. *le sigh*
Pssst... here's my last burst of design-vomit: a CD cover that I did for my Mother's anniversary present to my step-father. Voila!
Moving on.
Day 3, I start off with a hearty breakfast of two sunny-side-up eggs, toast, a cup of fruit and a side teasing. Tina insists that I have to be the only one left in my age group who eats breakfast everyday. Can it be true? Am I the only twenty-something year old left who eats breakfast everyday?
It can't be, who can deny those succulent "dippy" eggs with buttered white toast, the crispness of bacon, and the fresh taste of fruit paired with a glass of juice?
Then again in my case, a breakfast like such is fine cuisine and hard to come by. I'm but a simple girl, gimme a bowl of Sugar Snaps and that's my idea of fine cuisine!
Vacation! [part four]
Posted on November 12, 2008 10:38 AM
Day 4, I had a revelation (since I really have nothing better to do than to sit in my own thoughts). I'm always taking showers at night, I guess I never really realized that before because it was so routine. Anywho.
Reasons why I hate showering in the morning:
1. I remember reading somewhere that we sleep in our own soil. I refuse to sleep in my “body soil.” You think they could have put that in a more delicate manner. Like Body Secretions, Body Filth, Body Juices, Body… you know the more I go on, the more “Soil” sounds delicate. Either way it’s just gross, I like to shower off what the day had put upon me.
2. Also, I like to snooze my alarm at least 20 times before I wake up to get ready for work. I can’t accomplish doing that if I have to fit in a shower! Do you see my predicament?
I rest my case; shower at night, not in the morning.
Tuna packs: Fine cuisine.
Posted on November 12, 2008 1:14 PM
Since I am home on vacation, I can have an actual lunch, and not some flavor tuna pack that I practically live off of at work.
Tuna packs are pretty much the only thing you can eat where I work and not worry about getting some parasite, or other stomach-eating-diseases. Now, since we do not have a microwave (and the computer in the office only gets so hot with the capability of only defrosting/"softening" the Bagel-To-Go's) and our deli service only serves old, rotten lunch meat that has hit the floor of at least a minimal of two times; tuna is the only healthy, safe-to-the-stomach option we employees have.
That being said, I prepared myself a hefty lunch. That being a salami and swiss sandwich drizzled in vinegar and sprinkled with black pepper. A side of baby carrots and light veggie dip. And to wash it all down, a glass of iced tea. I feel satisfied.
Vacation! [part five]
Posted on November 13, 2008 2:42 PM
Day 5 started off as a good vacation day because, you know yesterday, I was minding my own business, snuggling on the couch reading a book, and then my mom and step dad, John, came in the door baring gifts for a certain someone’s birthday that's in six days. Since I am the impatient, 'ripping presents to shreds not even minding the beautifully wrapped package' kid that I am, I wanted what was in that Circuit City bag and I wanted it now! Oh the box taunted me, yes I could see the box because the bag was opaque, and I saw a glimpse of green. Could it be? Could it be...
A FUJIFILM - FinePix 10.0MP Digital Camera! I immediately snatched the bag from my step dad’s hands, ripped it to shreds (even though I could have just calmly opened the handles), gnawed my way through the box, and pulled out my new, improved, freakishly small (you've got to hand it to me, I had an old Sony digital camera, that thing was like a brick), sexy, green digital camera that's all mine!
What had started off as a good day drastically went down hill. Today was the day of my step dad's ex-wife's / step sister's and brother's mother's funeral.
Vacation! [part six]
Posted on November 14, 2008 6:22 PM
I honestly do not know what I did this year to deserve such spoiled treatment for my birthday. Not only did I receive a brand spanking new digital camera (noted here) from my step dad, but I also received a Dooney & Bourke clutch from my mother!
I can't help but wonder that maybe I cashed in on my "karma kudos" too early, because my birthday does fall conveniently close to Christmas and I wouldn't be surprised if I got nothing but coal for Christmas... or rather a picture of coal.
Vacation! [part seven]
Posted on November 15, 2008 7:15 PM
Day 7 and I have absolutely no regrets about the many days I spent vegetating on my computer. 'Tis the last day of my vacation and I enjoyed every moment of it, even the moments when boredom struck.
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is the present. That's why they call it a gift.
MySpace Birthday counter
Posted on November 18, 2008 3:53 PM
This counter is also on my MySpace, I felt like yoinking it and putting it here.
2 + 3 = 23, duh!
Posted on November 19, 2008 9:24 PM
As of 11:30 this morning, I officially turned 23. Yes it is my birthday, and I can cry (well brag, in my case) if I want to.
Like I've said before, I think I cashed in on my "karma kudos" too early, because I wouldn't be surprised if I got nothing but a picture of coal for Christmas. With that being said, here's what made my birthday an extra special day:
1.) The various "extravagant" gifts from my mother, stepfather, and sister (that of which includes, the FujiFilm FinePix digital camera, the Dooney&Bourke clutch, and the Coach purse).
2.) A banner as wide as the office I work in, wishing me (and my fellow co-worker, Dom, whom shares a birthday with me) a Happy Birthday, plus a Sugar Free RockStar (which just so happens to be one of my favorite drinks) with a Hello Kitty Happy Birthday balloon tied around it.
3.) Last but not least, all the love and birthday wishes that I received from my dear pals on Twitter. I thank you all!
