doahleigh - Holy Waste of Teabags!

I don’t know if you know this about me, but I HATE winter! I shouldn’t have to walk to my car in the freezing cold ten minutes before I have to actually leave for work. I shouldn’t have to come back out to my car ten minutes later and find that it still hasn’t defrosted! Not even a little. I shouldn’t have to scrape my windshield off while my hands turn to ice because I forgot my mittens at work Friday. I shouldn’t have to steer with my elbows because the steering wheel is frigid. I shouldn’t have to complain about this. It should all just go away. Or I should move. That would be good.

I went to a Golden Jets hockey game Friday, and even though we left before the third period because I hate sitting in bleachers, there’s just something about a flock of people floating around the ice and getting into the occasional fight that I love. I think hockey is my favorite sport to watch. Live that is. Sports on tv suck in general.

I only have to get through two and a half days of work, then I get to go home to G-Rap for a week! It’ll be a long two and half days though because there are no students and no faculty around, and I can’t do a whole lot without them. So please post comments for me or send me emails, give me something to do!

Oh, on Friday, my supervisor called me down to her office and there sat a laundry basket full of gifts. She said that everyone in the department usually adopts a family for Christmas, but this year they decided to ‘adopt’ me. (Ya know, cuz as a VISTA I’m a po’ mofo) There were gift certificates and candles and lotions and cards. It was so thoughtful and I felt so unworthy.

This weekend was a good one for free stuff! At Meijer I got two pairs of shoes–50% off–that I desperately needed for work. (Being the thrifty shopper I am, I refused to buy them until they were AT LEAST 50% off, so I’ve been eying them for awhile) Plus I had a 10% off coupon. But I still thought it was weird that my total was only 24 dollars because I bought some groceries too. Upon looking at my receipt at home, I discovered that the cashier messed up and gave me one whole pair of shoes for free! Then Brian looked at his receipt and discovered that the same cashier had only charged 5 cents of his 35 dollars of merchandise to his debit card. The rest was supposedly paid in cash, but in reality it wasn’t. He got a cordless phone, a DVD and groceries for 5 fricking cents! Then at WalMart I was buying three pairs of black socks for a dollar each. I went through the U-Scan lane and the computer messed up and only charged me for two pairs of socks. Do I feel bad about these things? Not really. If it wasn’t Meijer and WalMart–two major money-sucking corporations–I’d feel a little guilty. But I figure they owe me something for all the business I’ve given them over the years. Not to mention the horrible year of my life I spent working at Meijer!

I’m officially just typing to type. To avoid doing the small amount of work I actually have. And now I’ll stop.

(What does exanimate mean?)

Somehow it all came out of my mouth last night, I just said it all without even meaning to. And now he knows all that’s been going through my head these last months. And now I have to make a decision: stay or leave. Him, not here. I’m stuck here til July regardless. Why can’t you go backwards in relationships? Why can’t you go back to being friends instead of always getting more serious and intense? Why does it have to be all or nothing? Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut so I could figure this out later instead of right now?

Remember the hand-held Tetris game I got for my birthday? I can’t stop playing it. I try to put it down for a second, but before I know what’s happened, I’m playing it again! I get massive headaches from staring at the screen, yet I play through the pain. As if it’s an important thing I’m doing. I must say I kick ass at Tetris though.

Despite this obsession I did manage to build most of the toy-chest sized barn over the weekend (with help of course). It’s actually really cool. Plans to finish it and paint it tonight. On the puzzle front–kill me. That’s the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done. Possibility that it will be finished by Christmas: absolutely none. I’ve managed to keep the fuckhead cats from nesting in it though. I think they’re officially scared of me now. All I have to do is walk near them and they take off. And if they don’t get out of my way, I simply point at them and they know that if they don’t move, their neck will be snapped shortly. I can always tell Mary they fell off the banister. She’ll never know.

My day continued to be fun after I left work. I got another card, handheld Tetris (which I played much too long last night), dinner at Outback (the chicken griller: orgasmic; and the bread was exceptionally delicious), and a homemade strawberry cake with cream cheese frosting (my favorite!). Also a bunch of phone calls, all of which I missed somehow, from friends, all three sisters, parents, etc. Then this morning back at work I got yet another card with a poinsettia! And a million “How was your birthday?”s People are too kind.

I’ve only met two people in my life who have the same birthday as me. Both of these people I no longer know. There’s a lot of people with birthdays on Dec 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10…you get the idea. But rarely any actually on the 8th. Last night at Outback I heard the man at the table behind me tell the server that it was his son’s birthday (the son was also in attendance and had apparently just turned ten). At the table next to us there was a girl wearing a plastic crown who was opening presents, so I assume it was her birthday as well! I felt like I should introduce myself and let them know we all share a birthday. But I didn’t.

The stupid fucking cat screwed up one of my goals! I was making progress on the puzzle, then the cat snuck in my room and rolled around in it. Pieces everywhere. All progress lost. Mission not quite aborted, but on the verge.

I had to do a career assessment type quiz thing that some of our students do, you know the kind that tell you what your perfect career is. Apparently I missed my calling, so I will soon be enrolling in classes to become a ‘funeral director’. Yup, number one on my list.

Birthdays are so fun. I forget how special you can feel. I got a couple cards before today and a fun package in the mail from a friend. Plus presents from my best friend, family, etc. Then today I had a card waiting for me on the counter from my ‘host mom’. And at work I got flowers, a cake, two cards, an impromptu mini-party, lunch at Red Lobster (crab alfredo–an new experience for me), and Happy Birthday sung to me three times (twice by the music director). Oh and of course phone calls and emails. So thanks to everyone for making me feel good 24 years after being born.

I dreamt (spell check ‘dreamt’ is wrong…isn’t that a word?) that I got to take a hot air balloon ride. I have ALWAYS wanted to do that (despite my fear of heights), so it was really fun in the dream. Maybe someday in real life?

Highlight of my day: I got email from a really special person who hasn’t written in awhile. Made me feel all good and happy.

I was very productive this weekend!

Goals accomplished:
Quilt made!
Progress on puzzle (dear God it’s hard!)
Candy jar painted
Coupon book made
Cards finished
Stamps bought
Almost all presents wrapped

Goals unaccomplished:
Still like 900 puzzle pieces to go before I can glue it together
Absolutely no work done on toy-chest-sized barn
Other six napkins not made–project about to be aborted
Cards not sent

Who’s excited for Johnny Depp in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!?

Bored. Bored as a boar boring with a board in Borneo. Bored enough to write that sentence.

Supposed to be working, but stuck covering the CSS desk for the lady who slipped and fell on the ice and now has a concussion. Stuck down here where none of my work is. Left with no other choice but to write boring entry in lj.

Forced to disappoint all my friends who read this and think that someday I may write something interesting for once. Sorry people, interesting doesn’t happen to me. And I certainly don’t make it happen. Instead I just bitch about being bored.

There’s a can of Rock & Rye on the desk. It’s not mine, but isn’t Rock & Rye funny? I mean is there really rye in it? Are there rocks? Nope, I checked the ingredients. No rye and no rocks.

This is my favorite quote of the moment: “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle” -Plato Pretty much sums up my feelings on how to treat people. Basically don’t be an asshole and don’t judge people because you don’t know what’s going on in everyone else’s life.

Oh I don’t think I’ve mentioned that I got a car to replace the piece of shit I had before. So now I’m in debt which I hate (I just ignore the thousands of dollars I owe in student loans), but at least it runs. *knocks on plastic keyboard for lack of wood within reach*

…my birthday month!!!

I had a dream last night that my brother was trying to kill me with a gun. My brother’s threatened me in a lot of ways, but I’ve never had a death threat and I’ve never had a gun pointed at me. It was scary!

Have I mentioned that I hate winter? Hate snow, hate cold, hate everything wet, hate that everything takes 8 times as long to do. Ever noticed that when people are randomly choosing a number, they choose 8 a lot, and 12? Most other numbers get their fair share too, but nobody ever really chooses 11. I think it’s because it has three syllables. Too much work. Everything takes eleven times longer. See what I mean? Actually in that sentence it kind of works because it takes longer to say. Get it?

Goals accomplished:
Quilt laid out
Ten puzzle pieces found!

Unexpected goals accomplished:
More fabric bought and quilt squares cut due to an unexpected need for a larger quilt
Candy bought

Goals unaccomplished:
No presents wrapped

Goals for tonight:
Wrap some presents
Start work on toy-chest-sized barn
Buy stamps

If you’re sick of my daily goal update, suck it and stop reading my journal. Good day!