It Just Strikes Me As Funny

to walk into a vietnamese restaurant
and see nothing but hispanics working

One of the Best Meals in the World

4 eggs rolls
4 rice paper rolls
1 order of curry chicken


mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Dunkin Donuts is Trying to Kill Me

They didn't screw up my order this time.

They did, however, give me a toasted [plain] bagel with so much butter on it that it was soggy by the time I made it to work.

And later today at my doctor's appt, I'm going to ask to have blood work. To test for, among many other things, high cholesterol.

Why I Love Laura

[Coming back from lunch]

Me: Have you seen Laura?

Pauline: No, why?

Me: Well, she should have been here by now.

[2 seconds later I get an email alert]

Email: I may be running a little late. I have a doctor's appt after class, but don't worry I'll be there. - Laura






I can see my 'email me if you are going to be late or not come in or die' speech really took.

Military

Gregory has informed my mother he will not be re-inlisting in the airforce.

He still has two years left to go, but apparently 6 will be enough.

Black Friday

So Christopher and I went out shopping this morning.

It started out rather funny.

Got up at the crack of why am I awake [4:30am]. Went to Dunkin Donuts before beginning our sojurn to the mall.

We asked for 2 large hot chocolates, a cinnamon stick and a plain bagel.

We didn't even ask for it all at once, so there was no need for confusion.

As the employee reached for the bagel she asked 'cinnamon raisin, right?'

'No,' I replied. 'A plain bagel.'

We got our items and went down to circuit city. We start eating. I get about halfway through my bagel when I notice raisins in it.

I was so pissed. And it didn't help Christopher was laughing at me. It's funny now, but at the time there was oh so much swearing.


It's okay though. We got him a rather kick ass computer, one of which I am extremely envious of. I will be teaching him how to use it. If not, I will pay him for it, he can have mine and I will take that one.

Thanksgiving

went really well I think.

Good food, got to see a lot of family I haven't seen in a very long time. Wine flowed like water, and the water flowed like...something else liquidy.

The most hilarious part of the evening was when my mother, father and aunt were talking about old time candy. They were giving out various examples. After a moment of silence I said, in a rather quiet voice, 'Charms.' My aunt screams 'YES!!' My poor cousin Kelly, who was on the couch with my aunt nearly jumped out of her skin. I was laughing so hard I nearly fell out of the rocking chair.

It was a good time.

Time Grows Late

My sister-in-law was supposed to come over this evening. But looking at the clock now, me thinks that isn't going to happen.

So my parents [read: my father] will continue to be angry at/with her.

She hasn't been by since she moved back to NY. Which has been several months now. She lives...oh...about 10 minutes away, give or take.

She said Tuesdays and Thursdays were good for her to visit. My Dad said there was no way she was coming over this Thursday. 'It's Thanksgiving!' he said.

Yeah.

I'm still trying to pick my jaw up off the floor.

Stupid Work

Seriously, it can go fuck itself in all sorts of unfun ways.

I haven't been in this bad a mood in a very long time.

Weeeeeeee!

Had a pretty flippin' awesome birthday weekend. The best ever, I dare say.

Watch from greg, book and DVDs from mom and dad, cash from other various relatives, Shrek 2 on DVD from Chris [it's amazing how 'Hellboy' unrated Director's cut sounds like 'Shrek 2' (i.e he wanted it for himself so got it for me for my birthday)], books and a weapon and flowers from Shary, and some other things I am sure I am forgetting.

Didn't have to work on Friday 'cause I took it off. I don't have to work this Friday either. I do have to work on Thanksgiving though. Ah well.

Thanks everyone!

CSI

[Looking at a decapitated head]

Catherine: This was definately a crime of passion.

Grissom: You think a female could do this?

Catherine: I could have.

Grissom: (sing song voice) Scared of you.

Last Few Hours

of being 23 years old.

Tick Tock

Doctor

Had an appt today.

Was referred to another doctor for some blood work. But that doctor has to 'approve' the referal.

Nevermind the fact that both my parents go to this doctor.

Whatever. I want to just get my colesterol checked, and see if maybe I'm exhibiting signs of diabetes.


This is just all such a pain in the ass.

Not Mine

but I like it anyway. Forgotten the source though.

"I flew 2000 miles to feel closer to you..not realizing that a distance of only millimeters still leaves your heart out of reach.
And your bed..is no warmer than mine..if you graciously sleep on the couch. New York minutes are different than California minutes.
While you were sleeping… My heart flew 10,800 seconds through 3 time zones, and 5 thunderstorms this morning, just to arrive with the sun, bring light to your life, awaken you, then make your day a dream.
We were sleepwalking redefined, I walked hours through my sleep just to occupy the same dream with you only to realize that you're an insomniac…
And insomniacs… can't dream. They lost the ability somewhere between the late night infomercials and Ikea catalogs. And imagination… well that's still dangling from the same fist that last held your heart…and let it drop.
That's why we have to start basic. Picture a baseball game where you're the ball…and I'm the player diving to cushion your fall.
Slowly into your glove… intricately weaved, webbed with thick threads of love, you rescued me from the chaotic outfield of love's insanity, holding me tightly, you quickly threw me back to the home plate of your heart…
And the ref called safe. Safe like home with mom cooking in the kitchen. Warm like your favorite hooded sweatshirt. Comfortable like knowing that this glove was hand-crafted to fit only the shape of you. So go ahead… hide your insecurities in its crevices and realize that my love comes with no prefaces, accepting you under all circumstances, and forever believing in second chances…
If I had a second chance…I'd rewind the hands of time counter-clockwise…. Back to when you were in the third grade and I sat 8 feet from you…counter-clockwise… and I stared at the coiling strands of the back of your hair, wishing that you coiled me like that…. I'd write a note on a 2x3 inch scrap of notebook paper saying "I like you, do you like me?… circle yes, no, or maybe" so that by now I'd be asking you to marry me…
I do.
I mean, I do wish you were in this bed rather than on that couch.
I do because I want to slip my hand into yours and place it on your chest, so it's protected on one side by the rhythm of your heart, and on the other by the warmth of your fingers.
I do because my head has yet to answer the calling of a nook somewhere between your shoulder and neck.
I do because now I'm back in third grade, wondering up questions as excuses just to talk to you. Getting up to see the teacher in order to take my pre-planned route past your desk so you'll notice me.
I do… because I never stopped hoping your baggy shorts and white high-tops would come walking my way.
And they didn't… except now its ironed slacks and polished shoes spinning and dancing their way into the love laden ballroom of your heart… and we're much older now, we've danced on the almost invisibly thin lines on the path of life… never knowing that ours would cross again… but they did… and I'm still dancing…until I fall…………until I fall in love with you.
But could you? Would you let yourself really fall? Fall 2000 miles into an empty bed on a crisp night with a moonlit path leading to a teasing doorknob on a door that's slightly ajar…allowing me to see about as much as you'll let me see into your heart….
I don't have to leave your bed to know that you're not sleeping. No, you're standing at your living room window…. 12 steps clockwise from this door …2 steps counterclockwise from the moonlight…. because you find comfort… in the secret shadows of the night.
If you love the darkness…then let me put on a blindfold…so I can stand there with you… and finally explore with touch…. learn what eyes could never have known."

Passion

"Passion...it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws...and howl. Passion...is born...And though uninvited, unwelcome, unwanted...like a cancer...it takes root. It festers... it bleeds... it scabs... only to rupture. It speaks to us, guides us; passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead."

Curious

My mother has this habit of asking about my 'friends.' The reason I put that in quotation marks is that I don't keep her up to date on who is in my social circle. She asks me about people I went to high school and/or college with, some of whom I haven't spoke to [nor want to ever speak to again] in a long while.

I suppose I should be glad she is taking an interest.

Beginning to Think

it is a bad thing when your work gives you less responsibility.

I may, truly, indeedily, be fucked when it comes to my current employement.


Not sure how I feel about that really.

I do care, don't misunderstand
but only because I need a few things out of it before I leave

Tad Bit Daunting

Got information about a Master's Degree in Laboratory Animal Science today.

The application process is...
well...
look at the title of this section

one step at a time though

need to get my certification first

Academia

I had forgotten how much I suck at it.


Started studying yesterday for my LAT exam. Not very much. The library was absolutely freezing, and my wrist wasn't used to taking notes again after such a long time.

*sigh*

And I have a lot of things I need to go through.

Presents

Megan got me 'Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil,' a frog beanie baby and pajamas for my birthday.

Pretty awesome.

Cult

I come downstairs this morning and my littlest brother is getting ready for work. He is watching tv while putting on his shoes. He looks at me and with a completely straight face, says:

"I'm being sucked into the Cult of Ron Popeil."

I start laughing, because Ron's infomercials are on every hour of every day. Very simliar to Law and Order, but with a much higher suicide rate.

My response to Chris was this:

"Mmmmmm. Solid flavor injectors."

Chris: "Have you got your pocket fisherman?"

We both ended up giggling uncontrolably. It was just so funny.



Must
Obey
Ron...

Oh My

I'm thinking of ordering several selections of these.

I must learn the errors of my ways.

Towels?

Megan has the habit of repeating a word or phrase when she is bewildered or disbelieving about something, with a questioning intonation. This past Friday, the word was 'towels?'

My birthday is approaching. Megan asked me what else I wanted. She has already gotten me 'Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil' on DVD [$5.50 at Target. I saw it there and told her about it]. So I said I would like a nice set of towels, and she flat out would not believe me.

I am mad for linens. Towels, sheets, blankets...I love them. No, I do not know why. But I was totally serious in my request.

Come to think of it, she got me sheets last year for my birthday. Or maybe Christmas. Probably Christmas.

I like them. And they are practical. And I am boring. But whatever.

My linen closest is going to be the biggest room in the house [when I own one]. Guest towels as far as the eye can see!!

AALAS

My supervisor finally signed my little piece of paper [sponsered me] for this organization.

So I will be a member. Yay.

It will save me a tiny bit of money when I actually go for my certification test. Not much, but 40 dollars is 40 dollars.

I'll have to start studying soon.

I hope I remember how to do that.

Trying To Get Rid of Me

'So any update when you are leaving?'

'Not for a while. Early next year I imagine.'

Ever since she found out I will eventually be leaving my job, my supervisor is trying to get rid of me. She wants to make sure I give pleanty of notice.

Well no kidding. I thought I'd just quit the same day I find something else.

Whatever.
What-Fucking-Ever.


And also, she still hasn't signed my form [the favor I talked about a few posts ago]. Exactly how long does it take to sign and date a piece of paper? Over 24 hours, it seems.

Generation Terrorists

Go here.

I originally stumbled upon it while looking for quotations. Now I stay for the forum.

You should join. I'm novemberrain there [shocker, I know]

I Found Nemo

Changed my picture.

Was bored with the other one.

Sobering

Well.

I just cut a check for one of my many loans. And it occured to me it was the 24th such payment for said loan.

Only 156 more to go [13 years for those who are not good with math]

Dilemma

I may have to ask my supervisor for a favor.

I really don't want to.

She figured out I am [eventually. soon eventually] looking for employement elsewhere.

I'm really hoping someone else I work with can help me with this favor, but I seriously doubt it.



Damn.

Direction

...I obviously can't follow them.

hehe. anyway

Think I finally found some direction in my life. Or more so than I previously had.


's about friggin' time