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I found myself sick this morning, I feel a cold coming on.

I found a mouse in the trap this morning. Actually Brian did, but I saw the little fucker.
When I lived in Yellowstone my sister and I had a mouse in our room. We named it Fucker, then killed it and left it outside on the porch to freeze. It sorta became the dorm’s little mascot for awhile, even though the dorm was called “Grizzly” so a mouse really isn’t an appropriate mascot. We didn’t have any bears running around our room to kill and freeze though.

Goals accomplished:
Quilt squares cut
Pail not necessarily decorated but filled with goodies
Six napkin rings made
Two presents wrapped

Goals unaccomplished:
Painting of “Z” utter failure, trashed

Goals for tonight:
Lay out quilt
Find at least one puzzle piece (it’s really that hard)
Wrap more presents

Roast beef sandwich from Finley’s = violent stomach pains and nausea within a matter of minutes after leaving the restaurant.

Things left to buy/do for Christmas:
Make a quilt
Put together 1000 piece b/w puzzle
Glue puzzle together
Paint a candy jar
Buy candy for jar
Make coupon book
Build and paint a toy-chest-sized barn
Decoratively paint a wooden “Z”
Decorate pail
Make another six napkins
Make 12 napkin rings
Finish making cards
Buy stamps and send cards
Wrap all of the above plus those that are already finished/bought

Goals for tonight:
Cut quilt squares
Six napkin rings
Paint “Z”
Decorate pail

Robin and I should start a Bad Luck with Cars LJ community. Here’s my latest…

I checked my oil the other day because my car smelled like it was burning. The oil level was close to full, but instead I found some lovely grey-ish congealed oil. It was like creamy. And the whole oil reservoir was smoking. Probably not good. When my mom came down I told her about this, she called her car-genius boyfriend, and he basically said my car was on its deathbed and I should probably get rid of it as quick as possible.

Last time I posted about my car (recently) I thought I had a couple months maybe to figure out what the hell I was going to do, save money, whatever. Nope, I need a new car NOW!

Me and my mom sat around much of Saturday trying to devise a plan. Here’s what we came up with:
I’m buying her car. It’s worth about $3000 but she’s going to hopefully sell it to me for a little less. I only have $1500 right now, so I have to make a phone call today to see if my grandpa will loan me the rest. However, my mom doesn’t quite have enough money to buy a vehicle for herself, even with the money I’ll give her. (She’s in the market for a $5000 vehicle that her man found). So we have to ask my gpa for even more money to put toward her vehicle. If gramps can’t come through, I’m fucked. I’m praying that my car makes it to GR at all (it struggles to get the 15 mins to work). And I’m praying all this can get worked out while I’m home for Thanksgiving later this week.

So now I’m spending all my savings, plus I’ll be paying my grandpa back every month. So any car problems i have with my mom’s car…well they just can’t happen.

Why do people always use the baby voice to talk to children? I can understand a sentence or two. Even I do that. But as the service-learning coordinator I went to observe a SL project today where college students were teaching a lesson to kindergartners (and then 3rd graders), and they taught the entirety of both lessons in baby talk. I don’t mean necessarily the words they were saying, I understand the need to change your language with children. But they were doing that high-pitched soft voice thing. Children are still humans, their ears pick up the wavelengths of a normal pitched voice. I don’t mean to sound like an ass, but my ears were bleeding by the end.

So that this post isn’t entirely a bitch-fest (as has been a trend lately with many of the journals I read, including mine…I guess this is a good place to vent), I’m excited for the weekend. Tonight I get to just relax at home, my mom’s coming to see me tomorrow, then hopefully (depending on her car situation) I’m meeting Robin in EL Sunday to get spinach and artichoke dip and go see Bridget Jones!

Do you know how impossible it is to find unlined journals? I needed one for a gift I’m making, but every fucking journal I found had lines! Normally that would be a blessing because I prefer lines when I’m actually journaling. (Yet strangely when I’m looking for a lined journal, all the cool ones are line-less.) Anyway, I finally found one lonely line-deficient journal that was labeled as a sketchbook, though it so obviously was not.

It’s hideous. It looks like something I would have liked when I was 6. You know, back in the 80s. I paid five bucks for a hideous 80s-looking journal disguised as a sketchbook just because the pages were unlined. Man, gift-giving is rough. I hope the receiver won’t judge a book by its cover and love it for what’s inside.

I had JCC’s automotive dept look at my car due to its strange behavior and noises.

I got this diagnosis: You’re car is fucked (basically).

And this advice: Don’t put any money into this car. Either drive it until it dies and start from scratch, or trade/sell it now for as much as you can (probably a grand at most) and get a new car.

Great. Because I have no feasible way of doing either option! If anyone has a free car to give away, please let me know.

Did you know that Old Spice smells like old broccoli? I hate the smell of old broccoli. The old man in front of us at the symphony smelled like that. Brian said it was Old Spice. Old Spice tainted my symphony experience. Thanks old man who smelled like Old Spice which smells like old broccoli.

Before the symphony we went up to EL. Brian wanted to eat at Mongolian. I hate that place. No matter what I try to make, it all tastes like the burned gristle (grissle? whatever) stuff from the grill. Tell me again–why is it fun to fill a bowl with raw meat and vegetables, wait by a hot grill for 10 minutes, get scraps from your neighbors creations, eat food that tastes like gristle, and pay 15 bucks for the experience? Later I found a piece of burned black flaky stuff in my teeth, just in case I forgot how much I enjoyed the meal the first time around.

I got a voicemail from Delaney on Saturday. She was saying the Spanish that words I taught her last weekend. And something like “Mom, she’s not answering me.” I saved it.

Next week I only have to work Monday and Tuesday! Love working at a college!

I had to laugh at the guy who kept trying to make phone calls on his cell because the guy he was sitting with at their business lunch was on the phone the whole time. I had to laugh because apparently he couldn’t get ahold of anyone, but he kept dialing, then sitting with the phone at his ear for a couple seconds, looking eager. Then dialing again and looking frustrated. And on. And on. Eventually I think he was making fake phone calls just so he could have the phone near his face and not feel left out.

Don’t worry buddy, it doesn’t make your job any less important if you don’t have any phone calls to make right this second!

Though last night was altogether disappointing, I’m proud to live in a state that Kerry won. However, I’m utterly embarrassed to live in a state that passed something as ridiculous as Proposal 2. I’m moving.

Damn, I forgot to wear my “november2″ t-shirt to work today. I’ll have to wear it out to dinner tonight. Just in case anybody forgets what day it is! Don’t worry though, I already voted via absentee ballot, and I’ll be anxiously awaiting the results. Go Kerry.