I'm losing my favorite game
Pepé is sitting in my window right now and shivering... he and T-Bone got shaved when they went to get groomed the other day. Poor things... they are SO UGLY. Hee hee. They both look like oversized rats, and T-Bone has this like big black stripe on his back, so he kind of resembles a reverse skunk.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to the Irish and non-Irish like! I did know the origins/meaning behind this holiday, but I forgot them. Sorry about that, St. Pat. I do know that I'm wearing green... it's this cute green (duh) shirt with the fake white sleeve and bottom under it (you know, the ones where it's supposed to look as if you're wearing two shirts) and it says, "Saw it, Wanted it, Had a fit, Got it." I bought this super months ago at Mervyn's but I don't think I've worn it since then, mostly because of my gaining weight again, and it doesn't look as good on me. Wah. It's not skin tight so all of my grossness shows, but you know what I mean, or if you don't, lucky you.
I bought another one in the same style, and that one is black with pink writing that says "A wise man once said, 'I don't know, ask a girl.' " It's really cute... that one fits me better than the green even though they are the same style and size. That so bothers me with clothes - like these two pairs of sweatpants I bought from Target. One is black with pink, and the other gray with red... Same style, very same size, but the black ones fit perfectly and the gray is just not attractive to wear. Ha. And the black ones now have two tiny holesies in the left knee... Wah.
I'm feeling a lot better than I was a few days ago. Not 100%, but I figure enough to enjoy a St. Patty's drink tonight while watching "The OC." I'm so not a beer person; I'm thinking more along the lines of a pina colada dyed green. Whoo hoo. Hey, "CSI" isn't on tonight... damn sports and sports-related shows. Apparently HBO Zone is restarting "Oz" from the beginning, so in just four weeks I'll be enjoying the beginnings of various plotlines that I missed out on - the whole Beecher/Keller/Schillinger mess and Ryan O'Reily's breast cancer. AND HIS LONG HAIR. A man should not look so good with such a bad hairstyle, but...
The "Oz" season finale was on Tuesday night and I was bawling for days. It's odd... I used to be the kind of person that cried a lot. Like in high school, it seems as if I cried every day over something or another (usually the same things over and over), and I wasn't really embarrassed by it, or ashamed to do it in front of other people. Now I don't really cry that much anymore, and I just hate for other people to see me do it, or even know that I'm doing it. I get nervous when watching something with other people, wondering if there's going to be a tear-jerking moment and if I'll be able to stop myself. Damn girly hormones or whatever.
Oh my god this is eerie. For Christmas my parents got me this really cute keychain watch. It's a pink heart with purple flowers, and you have to open it up to see the time. I was looking at it a couple weeks ago, and noticed the time had somehow gotten changed - it was something like three hours ahead or behind. I couldn't find the little manual to fix it, and messing around with it only made it worse. Now the time is only five minutes ahead of what the time actually is, which is where I'd probably set it anyway - I have a thing about being early, so all my watches and clocks are set ahead. The date is still wrong, though - I do not believe it's December 1st.
Tuesday afternoon my parents were in a very minor car accident in which no one was injured... yay for that. But the front of the van looked hella tore up (I love that expression... tore up from the floor up... I never get to use it, though), and some issue with the radiator, so it's in the body shop. My parents were actually really close to their insurance office at the time, so they just drove there and had the guy call the tow truck for them. They would have let the State Farm guy drive them home, but they'd been shopping for a bunch of yard stuff (wood chips, bricks, what have you) so they called me to come get them in the Jeep. I was not a pretty picture that day; I was still really sick, and had no makeup, so I looked like a total hag standing around in the parking lot while my parents moved everything from the van into the Jeep. I would have liked to have driven home becaues I can't stand my dad's driving, but I was automatically demoted to the back seat. Boo.
Yesterday I went to the pharmacy to get a refill, and there were so more people there than I'd ever seen. I was just starting to feel better and was paranoid I was going to catch something from someone else. I also felt dumb, because they've changed the way lines work; there's one for people who just got something prescribed at a recent appointment, and another for phone and Internet refills. Of course I stood in the wrong one, behind a hundred people, when the other line was empty.
I came home just long enough to check my e-mail and other randomness, and I found a posting for this job at a sign company in Antioch. It had a phone number to call, which I hate to do, but I figured why not - so I just talked to this guy for a minute before I printed out my resume, jumped into a better outfit, and went down to fill out an application. The guy and I talked a little, but it wasn't like a real interview; or I hope not, because I sounded dumb.
I don't really think it's a job I actually want, though. The place isn't technically far away, but the drive on Lone Tree every morning and evening would soon discourage me. Hell, it's discouraging me now, thinking about it. The guy also said the job might involve driving around to other places, which I am really not fond of. Of course I'm ahead of myself here, not knowing anything. He said they're accepting applications and such all week; I figure I have a fair chance of at least getting a real interview, but if I don't, I won't cry into my pillow.
This is day 4 or 5 of non-computer-stupidity... except for awhile ago, when I marked a page as a favorite, and it made this scary beeping sound that was NOT good. It was like the regular "boop" when it starts up, but it went on forever and ever and... yeah. So, mental note: Write down web addresses on paper. I hate when I have to revert to 20th century technology, hee.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to the Irish and non-Irish like! I did know the origins/meaning behind this holiday, but I forgot them. Sorry about that, St. Pat. I do know that I'm wearing green... it's this cute green (duh) shirt with the fake white sleeve and bottom under it (you know, the ones where it's supposed to look as if you're wearing two shirts) and it says, "Saw it, Wanted it, Had a fit, Got it." I bought this super months ago at Mervyn's but I don't think I've worn it since then, mostly because of my gaining weight again, and it doesn't look as good on me. Wah. It's not skin tight so all of my grossness shows, but you know what I mean, or if you don't, lucky you.
I bought another one in the same style, and that one is black with pink writing that says "A wise man once said, 'I don't know, ask a girl.' " It's really cute... that one fits me better than the green even though they are the same style and size. That so bothers me with clothes - like these two pairs of sweatpants I bought from Target. One is black with pink, and the other gray with red... Same style, very same size, but the black ones fit perfectly and the gray is just not attractive to wear. Ha. And the black ones now have two tiny holesies in the left knee... Wah.
I'm feeling a lot better than I was a few days ago. Not 100%, but I figure enough to enjoy a St. Patty's drink tonight while watching "The OC." I'm so not a beer person; I'm thinking more along the lines of a pina colada dyed green. Whoo hoo. Hey, "CSI" isn't on tonight... damn sports and sports-related shows. Apparently HBO Zone is restarting "Oz" from the beginning, so in just four weeks I'll be enjoying the beginnings of various plotlines that I missed out on - the whole Beecher/Keller/Schillinger mess and Ryan O'Reily's breast cancer. AND HIS LONG HAIR. A man should not look so good with such a bad hairstyle, but...
The "Oz" season finale was on Tuesday night and I was bawling for days. It's odd... I used to be the kind of person that cried a lot. Like in high school, it seems as if I cried every day over something or another (usually the same things over and over), and I wasn't really embarrassed by it, or ashamed to do it in front of other people. Now I don't really cry that much anymore, and I just hate for other people to see me do it, or even know that I'm doing it. I get nervous when watching something with other people, wondering if there's going to be a tear-jerking moment and if I'll be able to stop myself. Damn girly hormones or whatever.
Oh my god this is eerie. For Christmas my parents got me this really cute keychain watch. It's a pink heart with purple flowers, and you have to open it up to see the time. I was looking at it a couple weeks ago, and noticed the time had somehow gotten changed - it was something like three hours ahead or behind. I couldn't find the little manual to fix it, and messing around with it only made it worse. Now the time is only five minutes ahead of what the time actually is, which is where I'd probably set it anyway - I have a thing about being early, so all my watches and clocks are set ahead. The date is still wrong, though - I do not believe it's December 1st.
Tuesday afternoon my parents were in a very minor car accident in which no one was injured... yay for that. But the front of the van looked hella tore up (I love that expression... tore up from the floor up... I never get to use it, though), and some issue with the radiator, so it's in the body shop. My parents were actually really close to their insurance office at the time, so they just drove there and had the guy call the tow truck for them. They would have let the State Farm guy drive them home, but they'd been shopping for a bunch of yard stuff (wood chips, bricks, what have you) so they called me to come get them in the Jeep. I was not a pretty picture that day; I was still really sick, and had no makeup, so I looked like a total hag standing around in the parking lot while my parents moved everything from the van into the Jeep. I would have liked to have driven home becaues I can't stand my dad's driving, but I was automatically demoted to the back seat. Boo.
Yesterday I went to the pharmacy to get a refill, and there were so more people there than I'd ever seen. I was just starting to feel better and was paranoid I was going to catch something from someone else. I also felt dumb, because they've changed the way lines work; there's one for people who just got something prescribed at a recent appointment, and another for phone and Internet refills. Of course I stood in the wrong one, behind a hundred people, when the other line was empty.
I came home just long enough to check my e-mail and other randomness, and I found a posting for this job at a sign company in Antioch. It had a phone number to call, which I hate to do, but I figured why not - so I just talked to this guy for a minute before I printed out my resume, jumped into a better outfit, and went down to fill out an application. The guy and I talked a little, but it wasn't like a real interview; or I hope not, because I sounded dumb.
I don't really think it's a job I actually want, though. The place isn't technically far away, but the drive on Lone Tree every morning and evening would soon discourage me. Hell, it's discouraging me now, thinking about it. The guy also said the job might involve driving around to other places, which I am really not fond of. Of course I'm ahead of myself here, not knowing anything. He said they're accepting applications and such all week; I figure I have a fair chance of at least getting a real interview, but if I don't, I won't cry into my pillow.
This is day 4 or 5 of non-computer-stupidity... except for awhile ago, when I marked a page as a favorite, and it made this scary beeping sound that was NOT good. It was like the regular "boop" when it starts up, but it went on forever and ever and... yeah. So, mental note: Write down web addresses on paper. I hate when I have to revert to 20th century technology, hee.
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