My laptop is possessed

Ok my laptop is seriously out of control. Ok nothing is apparently wrong with it. It just seems to do what it wants when it wants. A few months ago I wrote about the battery not charging that was it first issue. This past month however I think maybe its just trying to make me crazy. See I was cleaning my kitchen a few weeks ago. I was listening to the laptop in the kitchen and it was sitting on top of my space heater (which was not on because though I might not be a genius I'm just not that stupid either). Anyways to make a long story short I dropped it while it was still open when I went to put it away. So I ran back into the other room and tried to plug it in to see what kind of damage I had done, and of course it wouldn't turn on. Here's the thing try as I might for about two hours, I still couldn't get it to work. Then I went to my sisters, borrowed my nieces laptop, came back home the next day. Then just for fun I tried the power button on my computer. Didn't do anything except open it up and press power. The crazy thing turned on.
No problems everything worked just fine. I was a little scared to unplug and move it at all since I was afraid it might never work again, but today I got sick of tripping over the cord so I decided to give it a go. It worked again. No problems.
Then my next feet was to upload some pictures I took from Christmas. That it appeared wasn't going to go as planned. I did however manage to re-load the needed software and re-boot my computer. Funny thing I notice after I did this. The power meter was up, I haven't seen this in awhile even though its always suppose to be on the task bar (Again I don't understand). When I clicked on it the battery was magically charged. I didn't really believe it because the computer hasn't even read that I had a battery in months. Now its fully or at least 90% charged.
I don't know when it charged itself up or how for that matter. The one thing I feel vindicated on is that the problem is clearly not my battery. My computer however seems to have a wicked mind of its own. Be afraid be very afraid.

shopping hell

I only ventured out of the house on one occasion to do some Christmas shopping. Otherwise I bought online or at work. However my sister wanted wine glasses, and though I tried to shop online but I just wasn't finding what I wanted. Here's where the problem starts. See I have what I consider to be fun wine glasses. What makes them fun is that they are different from what everyone else has. I bought them individually not in a set, so of course I thought my sister should have fun wine glasses too. I was then on a mission to find the perfect wine glasses. I was excited about this at first. Until I learned that I would have to walk to miles in the cold to get there (no car). Oh well I thought I bundled up and started out.
Now the walk itself seemed to take forever, but thats probably because I was on the phone, and my hand was going numb, so I wasn't really walking that fast. Anyway I went to the first store, and found nothing, same pretty much with store two through six. Now I did find some that were alright, and I might consider, but considering them was not making me very happy. Mostly what I was looking at were the exact same glasses with different names and different prices. I was starting to get crabby. No for the record I wasn't crabby to start with. After the 12 store or so I was just getting angry. The problem was I couldn't go home until I found them otherwise my sister would have no Christmas present.
The last store I went into was call Z Gallerie which at first I thought sold beds because of the Z. Like I said I was irritated and not thinking. I went inside thinking it would be like every other store I just visited, and was immediately surprised. I found very nice glasses as soon as I walked in. Then I found awesome glasses around every corner. Then I couldn't really decide on which ones to buy because I wanted them all. I did have to remember I was buying them for my sister and not me. I could decide though so I bought three different kinds which would make two different sets of four. In the end I was excited. Mostly at the thought of going back and buying myself some. I kid I kid. I was excited that she like them too.

A Christmas Miracle

I have finished all my Christmas shopping. Which is a minor miracle since I think this is the first year ever that I've finished all my shopping before Christmas eve. I'm a very last minute shopper. Though I have to say my two mile walk one way to shop and at like eight stores for one person was less fun than one might imagine. Finding the right gift used to be so much more fun. When I had a car and there was mall. I hate that so many store sell the same thing. Ugh I hope the gifts are liked otherwise I'll just keep them myself. I am finished so happy shopping to the rest of you.

Who's reading my blog part two.

Ok its seems December was a big month for googling interesting phrases and coming up with my blog. Again I'm quite scared by some of it, mildly entertained by others, and down right confused by much of it.
To start with 12 times someone has googled come up with my blog by entering some form of I think I'm going to die. I'm feel I'm going to die etc. You get the point. I know I wrote an entry entitled I think I'm going to do die, but that was all about spiders. Ish. This is my advice for you who are googleing such things. First if you really think you are going to die please get real help because though I think I know it all, I really don't think I can help you in this instance.
"can't see without my glasses" Interesting because I can't in fact see without my glasses however I don't remember writing anything about this. What are these people looking for a club of people perhaps that can't see without glasses.
"chronic hard nipples" All I have to say here is thanks Mr 10 again. As I'm sure its your reply to my heating issues that caused this. And ouch to whom ever actually has this problem I am sorry for you.
"four way around the world" I just don't even really know what to say here.
"I hate the bus" I hate the bus too a lot.
"how long does it take raid to kill spiders" I am an expert as killing spiders with raid. Though I'm not really sure how long it takes I pretty much just spray them until they stop moving. I think its far more likely that I've drown them but to me dead it dead right.
"I hated my trip to France" I sorry that you hated your trip to France. However I love my real trip and my fake bike trip. Both were absolutely delightful.
"tonsillitis when can i go to work" Stay very very far away from work. In fact it cool if you never go back especially if you work with me.
"fucking my mom" I know I swear a lot but what ever words I wrote to come up with this I'm real sorry. And come on now whoever is googleing this you need help lots and lots and lots of professional help.
"how do I know if its a mouse or a rat in my house" Come on now you know, you have to otherwise your kind of stupid. In fact if your even asking the question I assure you its a rat, and its only the case that you don't want to admit it. I know I've been there too.
"the little wine bus" Ok Some one please tell me where the little wine bus is and where it goes. Ok I'll be REAL honest I don't even care where it goes, just tell me how to get there.

Hard questions to answer.

If ones gets up at 2:30 in the afternoon is it proper to then drink wine or coffee? I have been working nights for the past six days and my body is super confused. Another hard question I have to answer in the wee hours of the afternoon. Does one run this dishwasher or have heat? This question in hard when to do both something always shorts out, and you have a 109 dollar gas bill. It's Christmas time in the city.

A little break

I guess I've been taking a bit of a blogging break. Not sure when I will resume I former state O funny. Between work and life I've been a bit drained. I start to think of something funny to write and then something comes up to interfere. I will be back soon I promise.

Stargate: if only there were something good on tv

Stargate has recently been on the sci-fi channel. Since I've had like a million and a half days off work, and of course its Sunday, I figured I watch it because there's nothing else on TV. I must explain my fascination with this movie. Alright I do realize that this is not really possible. Since re-watching the movie as an adult its even harder because lets face it its not a very good movie.
In case we weren't clear I'm talking about the movie version not the TV show.
I swear I've seen this movie like 100 times. I feel like my brother, his best friend and I used to watch this movie like every other weekend when I was like 12. Only problem with this memory I realize is that the movie came out in 1994. Which means I had to have been like 15/16 when I was watching this movie over and over again. I would have thought I would have been smarter at that age.
This movie is complete crap. From now on I'm going to have to pretend that my brother, and his best friend made me watch it. I'm pretty sure neither of the read my blog, so there will be no one to counter my story. The sad part is as many times as I've watched it I remember very little. I haven't exactly been watching it all the way through this time, so I'm a little confused. If only there were something good to watch.

Karma's a bitch

This is what I learned this weekend. It all started we they cut my hours at work. I really don't know why this pissed me off so much, but it did. I guess maybe because they didn't bother to ask, or even really tell me until days after they did it. Anyways they cut me, so I decided not to go to work the day after they cut me. I know this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but lets be honest generally speaking I don't. I pretty much didn't want to go to work, so I didn't go. The funny part about this is that about half way through my Friday of doing nothing, but going to the grocery store, I started to feel like shit. I blame this on the energy I expended riding my bike in the freezing cold to the grocery store, but thats just me.
Bottom line I felt like shit. I had to go to work on Saturday morning though because I had to open. Can't really get out of that one. Well I'm sure I could, but I might not really have a job so much after that. First off I had to take a cab to the el, I didn't really want to spend the money to take it all the way downtown, yet at the same time didn't want to walk a mile to the train station.
I get to work, and start my normal shit only in slow motion. Then one of are loss prevention shows up around 6:45ish. He is annoying on a good day, but when I'm sick and its like the ass crack of dawn I really didn't want to listen to him. He was babbling something about ready to open the store at 7am. I'm all like what the fuck we don't open till 8. I know this because theres no one scheduled till then and it says on the schedule that we are open 8-11. Anyways after a good deal of freaking out it turns out we do open at 7am. Apparently everyone knew this but me, the woman that makes our schedule, and our GM. So we rush to open the store which we do around 7:45. Throw some registers up, and convince one of our associates to punch in early. There were other people there but they were suppose to be doing shipment.
I'm running around like a crazy person, for what I don't know because its not like we had any customers. I was just super thrown off. Then I get a phone call around 7:30 that the 9:00 manager is not coming in. Fucking great I think, that leaves me by myself until the next person comes in at 11am. At least our shipment manger was there, so he could help me out, at the expense of course of getting his own job done.
We decided together that he will have to go to lunch at 10, so I will be on the floor by myself instead of the person coming in at 11, who is way new. As soon as we work all this out, someone is calling the shipment manager to the basement for some sort of accident. Turns out K (yes same one from before) two of his fingers with a box cutter, and is bleeding all over the place. Best part our shipment Manager throws up at the site of blood. Great.. so I send him upstairs to watch the floor, and get to work on K's fingers. He did quite a number on them so it took me awhile to get it all together. Lovely lovely day this is and its not even 8am yet.
This whole time mind you I'm trying really hard not to puke on someone myself because I am sick. Blood though doesn't bother me, so I managed that hurdle alright. Of course its Saturday so people don't like to come to work. I have to keep running up and down the four flights of stairs to check that everyone is here, and of course finish my shit I didn't get done earlier.
Every time I walk up the stairs I feel more sick. Which is lovely.
Our shipment manger goes to lunch at 10, and at 10:01 we get completely slammed. I keep thinking don't these people understand I'm going to puke on them. I have ever person in the store who knows how to ring up at the registers. I still have all three floors to worry about, and there really are not people to ring on the second floor.
Let me just explain how stupid people are for a min. They would rather stand in a long slow moving line on the second floor then the first floor even though I have 15 registers on the first floor and only five on the second. This being said, this crazy lady starts bitching me out because we don't have enough cashiers on the second floor. Currently I had 2, but there was literally NO one else to ring. There was nothing I could do. I was able to hold in my anger at this women for about two seconds, saying "look I'm trying here." Yes I could have unleashed a whole lot more anger on the dumb bitch, but normally I'm nice to the customers. I didn't however puke on her, or even say I was going to puke on her which I thought was quite a gesture of self control.
On that note I went to lunch. Or to take a nap as the case was. We did continue to be SUPER busy the rest of my time there which is great when you want to puke on people. And of course when I look sick people think I'm crabby, even though I could honestly careless. I did loose it a bit on one associate who said "gosh you just go here and your already crabby" I about freaked out. It was like 1:30 at this point, and I was like I'm not crabby I'm freaking sick, and I didn't just get here I've been here since 6am. I was just checking on you to make sure everything was cool, so fuck off before I puke on you." Ok I didn't really say the last part but you get the point.
I really don't understand them sometimes. There is a clear difference between sick me and crabby me. Pretty much sick me answers questions with whatever just do it, I don't care. Crabby me is like "what the hell is wrong with you.. are you fucking stupid.. or hell no" You can't really mistake the two.
Anyways by the end of my day there we were trending to have to the second highest volume day of the year. Lovely that will teach me not to call off before I'm actually sick, as Karma is seriously out to get me.

Happy Thanksgiving.

I know that its a bit past Thanksgiving, but I've been kind of busy. Though I thought it time to give you a little recap of my Thanksgiving day.
To start with I worked really late on Wednesday, so I didn't get home until after midnight. There was no way I was going to make it all the way downtown by 10:40 to make the earlier train, so I set out to make the 12:40 train. I was super tried so I didn't really get out of bed at anytime that could be considered early. I did however have more than enough time get downtown to the train. Then it all went downhill from there. First I had to find a bunch of paper work for my brothers truck, which was surely somewhere where it would be easy to find, if only I could remember where that place was. After finally finding it, I set off to starbucks. I didn't have time to make the coffee me myself, so I needed to dip into starbucks. Plus it was hella cold and snowy, so there was no way I was going without some coffee.
I decided upon walking to starbucks that it was too cold so I would just take a cab to the train station. When I went to pay for my drink, I realized that I in fact didn't have my debit card. This is really a big enough deal on its own, but on top of the fact that I never have any cash, and needed to have cash to get on the train, I was kind of freaking out.
I thought to myself maybe I can get cash from the ATM with my visa, then quickly realized that I in fact couldn't because if I have a pin number for it I certainly don't have a clue what it is. Which is probably a good thing. After freaking out a bit I call my friend B who I lives downtown and told her I needed to borrow ten bucks. Of course her being my friend was down with that. So I took a cab to her apartment and got ten dollars, which of course she decided would be twenty.
Then I had about 15 min to get to the train from b's apartment, which was about a two mile walk. SO I pretty much ran all the way there. Looking at my watch about every 3o seconds. Then when I finally made it I couldn't figure out which train it was because none of them said anything. Which is always lovely. I kept walking and realized it was on track number one, so I ran over there. The doors where closed and there was a man knocking on the door. We still had one min. one min I tell you, but the train pulled away right in front of our face. Which sucked not just because it happened but because there wasn't another train for two more hours. I didn't even have that much time to be at my mom's house either because I had to work at 4:30 on Friday.
My dad then had to come pick me up at the end of the blue line. I did go as far west as possible, but still felt bad because he had to drive all the way out to pick me up. Oh well the rest of the day was much better.

MISSING: dust pan, Blue

My dust pan has seem to have gone missing. I know I didn't really want to sweep the floor when I knew where my dust pan was, but thats just not the point. I feel like now that I can't find it, I really need to sweep my floor. I know I had it a few weeks ago when I was trying to finish the window thing. But I can't for the life of me figure out where its run off too.
Please return my dust pan to, its rightful owner. I really do miss it. If you have run away I'm sorry that I've taken you for granted. I didn't mean to. In case anyone has seen it, its blue and looks well rather like a dust pan. I'm full of grief over my loss, so please please if you see it anywhere return it to me.

Bar Tab

I went out on Friday night with some people I work(ed) with. I decided to go downtown so that travel would be more even, so I text B for some inexpensive bar downtown. She gave me a list of them so I picked the dive bar. It was a really good time, but for some reason beer wasn't good enough for me, so I switched to Vodka Cranberry. This is never a good plan. I just end up drinking it far to fast, which is about what happened. Another joined us after we'd been there for awhile, so of course the Vodka thought that he needed to do a shot, and of course if he needed to do a shot then we all needed to do a shot. Too bad Vodka girl did not need a shot at all. There were only four of us, and I know I only bought four shots, plus whatever I was drinking. Whatever I was drinking was apparently a lot since my personal tab was 87 dollars. I just about had a heart attack. I guess I won't be going out anytime soon. I was pretty wasted. I think I'm still a little hungover. Well not really I'm just tired. There was puking of course, but at least I was outside before I puked. I'm really rather amused by the whole thing. I have it pretty together at work, so for me to be completely wasted like that (with them, not people who normally hang out with me) it must have been pretty funny. Oh well I till the next 87 dollar bar tab.

Going crazy

I'm sure many of you are reading this thinking well it couldn't have been a very long trip. This is seriously annoying though, and I'm sure very few people will understand, but such is life. Those of you who know me understand that I have some wicked eczema issues during the winter, or when it gets cold since I guess its not really winter yet (even though we are now playing Christmas music at work I'm sure that will be going crazy part two). Anyways I have eczema on my upper lip and in between my upper lip and my nose (whatever the hell that is called). The eczema on my arms doesn't really bother me. When it gets to my legs I only have problems when I don't take care of it. On my lip its the most annoying thing in the world. Not only does it hurt, and it feels all crazy too. It takes for ever for it to go away, and currently it just getting worse instead of going away. It doesn't look bad yet. Its wicked annoying.
On the plus side I did get my boots today. Now I have to decided if I'm going to keep them or not.

I want my boots.

Ok I ordered these boots online last week Thursday, and last time I ordered boots from the same place they arrived like the next day. I want my boots and they haven't even shipped them yet. I need new shoes as you can only wear the same ones for so long before they fall apart. Well if you me and your on your damn feet all day. I just want my boots, so I can decide if I want to keep them or not. I'm not even sure I like them yet. I just need new boots. Ok that was a lot of whining in a very short space.

Morons

It is not very often that you will find me writing about anything political, not because I don't care, I do, but I generally try to avoid the fighting that it will cause. But Seriously I think the politicians that attempt to run the state of IL are the biggest morons in the world.
They don't even make any sense. Ok the question at hand is the CTA. Not that this is actually the only problem they have because they seem to have many, but this is the one that directly affects me, and seems to be the most absurd. They have been working on fixing mass transit for a year, but still say they need more time. Of course this shouldn't be a big surprise because they have been in overtime session for six months. I really don't understand how this is even close to remotely acceptable. I don't know anyone else who would still have a job right now, if after six months they still couldn't get their shit together. Well I guess I work with some, but I'm sure even they are not this stupid.
I understand that a lot of people don't really care, because they don't need public transportation to get to work. It would be nice if that were me but its not. Trust me I'm annoyed that it takes me 45 min now to go the 6 miles I live away from work. I can't even imagine what its going to be like on Monday with all the service cuts, much less in Jan when they cut the service to the bus I take to work all the time. I however DO have other options, but what people all over the state, and clearly downstate don't understand, is there are many people who with the cuts won't have other options. They won't have a way to get to work, or to school. Maybe they should just save the salaries of legislators for the state of IL and give those to mass transit. I'm super irritated and might have to go on for days with this one.

Stupid weather.

Ok so I was mad when I couldn't wear my jacket because it was 90 degrees, but now I can't wear my jacket because its like 5 degrees. Maybe its not actually 5 degrees, but it might as well be because unless I go out between 12 and 2 its too cold to wear my new jacket. Which sucks because even if I do go out during those hours I usually means I have to work late, and it will be freezing when I get off work. I really don't like to be cold and that is the real problem. See I'm not enough a slave of fashion to be cold all the damn time. What happened to having Seasons. Yes I know I'm a big baby and its totally not winter yet, but this is why I hate fall. It better be nice this freaking spring, or I'll be even more pissed. This just sucks because the jacket is soooooooooo damn cute. ugh.

Guess who

Guess who asked are HR supervisor what are fraternization policy actually was? I know this because she is my friend, and I had to tell her the story of my last post. Just as my friend though she won't say anything. Not that there's anything to say yet. Anyways the point is I can't believe he really asked what the policy was. Was he making sure what I told him was true so he could ask me out? Well I'm pretty sure it wasn't so I could go out with the other guy.
You'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one thrown off by this My HR supervisor and good friend we'll call her S didn't figure out how the story was going to end till it ended. Even though I kept saying "wait for it, it gets better" Then she laughed for like five min. Not because its was actually funny just because she didn't see it coming after she knew he asked her about the policy this morning. He is my complete polar opposite that is really what it is. Which makes it interesting. Damn this is so difficult. Oh well I didn't really like my job much anymore anyways right?

Boy Retarded

Ok seriously I sometimes believe there is really no hope for me. I was at work today and this guy will call him K was suppose to leave, and being that I'm the boss I asked K if he's leaving. Some how this turns into a conversation of what I'm doing tonight. I say I'm working and he says well yeah but you have to get off work sometime. This is my first oh shit moment, so smart girl me goes yeah I guess I get off at 8 and whatever I do will probably involve drinking. A Normal person might have pretended she has plans, but not the boy retarded girl. I don't remember exactly what was said at this point but something about his drinking in Andersonville, and me not knowing where that was. Then there was something about me getting his phone number out of his file and calling him. I, because I'm me, just assume that he's joking, so I tell him I jump on a register so he can go home.
He didn't go home though, so 45 min later I said "I thought you were leaving" then we get back to the call me think. So of course he says well are you going to call me? Good lord I think, and not because I wouldn't go out with him because if I didn't work with him I probably would. Though I did kind of think he was gay. Me being the genius that I am say I can't. Hoping this will be the end of the story, but it so clearly was not because then I got the dreaded why not? So I say, and I kid you not, because I don't have your phone number. Yes as soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to scream dude your so retarded, to myself, but I was still ringing up customers, and like I said boy retarded.
So I luckily had a customer ask me a question which caused me to have to walk away from the register which was nice. Even nicer he had left before I got back. Not so nice was his phone number sitting on the register I was using. SHIT SHIT SHIT.
So of course I feel bad because what was a simple, I really can't go out with you because I'm not really allowed to turned into a mess. So I call ok will call him D just for go measure over the walkie and tell him I need to talk to him, but he can laugh so it will be a good time for him. As much as K reports to me in some capacity, I report to D in a similar capacity i.e. not directly but sometimes.
So I fill D in on the story, to which he's like "you really are retarded", and I'm like seriously I know. I don't know whats wrong with me. Though he does say well are you going to go out with him because you know I won't tell. This is not the point for me because I know D won't say anything. The point is no matter how often it happens, it still throws me off when people at work ask me out. I'm still pondering, and so I ask D if I'm rude to not call him. He says know just tell him next time you see him that its against policy blah blah blah. To which I AGAIN STUPIDLY reply well really its not. This doesn't sound like trouble but this is SOO not the end of the story.
D was like what do you mean. So I tell him what the fraternization policy actually says, which is something along the lines of don't do it, but we know we can't stop you, so we don't care as long as it doesn't effect the workplace environment. Now D hasn't worked for the company as long as me. He responds "why does everyone here make such a big deal about it then?" I told him that I don't know. (people do make a big deal about everything in my particular store). This is where it gets good folks. Now D replies "well if I would have known that I would have asked you out a long time ago." AAAAAAHHHHHHH. My only reply was "D that's not helping" To which is chuckled and said "I know, right." Then I had to walk away and pretend that none of this just happened.
The best part I would totally go out with both of them, maybe either of them is a better way to put it. Its just weird because I work with them. I had to tell someone, so I told J a woman who is a bit older who I'm cool with and wouldn't say anything to anyone. She will however make jokes, lots of them. Ending with the Chocolate and Vanilla jokes. And yes J and D are both black, and K is white. Then funniest was the Oreo cookie joke, but I will that that one up to your imaginations, because honestly it was too funny to ruin by repeating poorly.
Well I don't want to go to work tomorrow cause I feel like a huge ass. I love my life.

Who's reading my blog.

Clearly I know most of the people who read my blog, but clearly not everyone. Since no one write comments, I like to check who's reading my blog by different trackers. This is really funny when I look at the search terms that people use, to come up with my blog. Now most of them have something to do with my name which makes lots of sense. Not all of them make sense though.

"feel happy fucking" is the search term that someone used to find my blog earlier this month. Which I find most amusing because I didn't think that most people felt sad when fucking. I really don't understand what one is trying to google with that search term. "Happy fucking New Years" is the post that comes up from my site, but now I'm a little curious as to what else you get if you put in that search term. Lets find out shall we. Well I do show up Number two on the list, that makes me feel special, I still can't figure out what this person was really searching for. All that comes up are more things like happy fucking Christmas etc. Interesting. Lets look at some more
Clearly my blog is more about fucking then I've ever realized because if you type in insect fucking my blog comes up there also. Again I really don't know what is wrong with the person that types in this search word. There is nothing really about insect fucking, mostly about fucking insects. However they must have really been interested because I'm on page ten and I still haven't found my blog yet.
"pants stuck in shoes problem" I think this one is actually the funniest. I'm not sure I even know where to go with that. Because I can't figure out how that would ever become enough of a problem that you would need to google. I want to meet this person because I think they just might be the type of person to make my life seem normal.
Fucking moveings clearly what we learn from this one is Two things: first I use the word fucking a whole lot. Second I'm a really bad speller as moveings is clearly not a word. Though there are only four things that come up when you google fucking moveings mine spelling is not the worst case in the bunch.
I wonder if any of these people actually found what they were looking for? If you are them and still reading my blog please share.

stupid mold.

Why is my grill all moldy. I know I haven't in awhile, but I really don't understand. I've seen lots of grills in my life, but I've never seen a moldy one before. I've seen really dirty ones, though I can't imagine that mine was as dirty as all the rest of them. Not that I cleaned it really well or anything. I've never seen so much mold in my life. Now I have to clean the damn thing which sucks because I don't really have a grill brush or any type of brush that would make the it easy. What sucks most is that I only figured this out last night when I went out side to light the grill to cook the steak that I was making for dinner. UGH I did actually clean it the best I could. Which required removed the shelf and washing it. I was still a little nervous to use it because it was super moldy. I tried to wipe all the mold off everything else, but I don't know how successful I was because it was dark. Then I thought maybe I could burn it off, but it was dark so who knows if that worked either. Well I still cooked the steak and I'm still alive, however I did cook the steak on aluminum foil. Stupid mold.

I can do it.. they can help.

This is what Home depot tells me. And let me tell you I like to think I can do things even if I really can't.
Today I decided to ride my bike to the local home depot. I was going for two things first to get over my fear of bike riding on city streets by riding my bike more than the five blocks to the grocery store (ok I know its really more like three blocks but saying five makes me feel better). Second was to get some stuff to weather proof my windows and doors, so I don't its slightly less cold in my apartment this winter.
Now I probably could have walked to the local ace hardware which is only a few blocks away, but I did that last year, and I bought all the wrong stuff, and I couldn't do it, and they couldn't help. Plus the city hardware stores are SOOOO freaking tiny thats you get all claustrophobic just walking in the front door. Up until last week I didn't even know we had a home depot so close. I know I need to get out a little more.
Managing to make it to home depot without killing myself or others: check. Landing in the mother land of home improvement: check, check. Let me just tell you that I love the depot. And though I rent an apartment which would be pointless to renovate home depot really makes me want to do it anyways. Upon walking in the door I feel like stopping for a moment to go aaaaahhhh.
I did spend quite a bit of time perusing, but I only bought two things that were not related to winter proofing. .97 cent nails, so when I move again I don't have to keep reusing the nails I've been using for the past five years, and I flashlight, which you would know I need if you read about the storm a few months ago.
First I found a book though to tell me what I really needed for winter proofing. See I like that they tell me I can do it, but I'm not big on actually asking for help. Anyways I bought said supplies, but since I'm a little ADD and didn't read the weather proof page all the way through I didn't buy any caulk. After getting home and starting work it turns out that this is the one thing I actually need in the stupid place. So Tuesday I get to go back woohoo I'm kind of excited.
I know what your all thinking. Couldn't you just call and have your landlord take care of all that. And trust me they clearly don't care if my gas/electric bills are nine bajillion dollars. Otherwise the would have put in new windows instead of leaving the 1842 windows that actually have come with some pulley thing, and really don't open, or have real screens. I will let you know how the proofing goes this year.

The Plague

Well its seems as if the plague has finally lifted from most of my body. That is with one tiny exception, and that is that I can not taste anything. Well thats its a bit of an exaggeration, I actually can't taste anything except nastiness. This is actually less of an exaggeration than you might believe possible. But Everything I eat taste horrible. In addition to tasting horrible it stays in my mouth for hours. I know your thinking well just brush your teeth a little more often. I respond by saying if only it was that easy.
Thats the worst part. Brushing doesn't make it any better, mouth wash doesn't make it any better either. I feel like there is a cesspool of grossness. Turns out though, at least from what I can read of thing on the internet, that its the antibiotics that I've been taking that cause this. Now I was on a mission to, for the first time in my life, actually take all the antibiotics given to me. I'm not really sure that I can keep doing that. In fact I'm quite sure that I can not. I know this is going to disappoint my doctors and well my mother, from both of whom I received lovely lectures about the importance of finishing the whole bottle. However at this point either I don't take them and I can eat, or I take them and I don't eat. I think I need to go with eating. I only have like two days left of them anyways, and I figure I probably got more than two days worth of antibiotics when I was in the hospital, so I should be good.
I hate antibiotics. I think they cause more problems sometimes than they solve. I miss food damn it.

Where you don't want to meet people you haven't seen in years.

I mostly done with the hospital story, but a funny thing happened right as I was about to be released. I was laying on the bed dying to go home, and this girl walks by that I used to be friends with in high school. Well maybe more like junior high, but either way its been awhile. I have to think to my self good lord you must be joking. Clearly she was not, as she said my name loudly and cheerfully walking into the room uninvited. I know my mom is reading this thinking you're such a crabby bitch, and well I'm sure thats more than fair in most cases who really wants to meet someone from their past in the hospital? And then on top of it do they need to be cheerful, semi-stay at home moms that I have nothing in common with, who only work because they are bored.
This, this is not something I'm capable of relating too. I don't understand overwhelming cheerfulness to start with. Whether its fake or not is just seems so fake, and creepy. I don't get all excited to see how people are doing in their lives. If that makes me a bad person I really don't care. Then she proceeded to tell me that our high school reunion was actually last weekend. Good to know, apparently we did have one. She apparently did not go but an older friend of mine, who actually used to live next door to me, did so she felt the need to tell me all about it. Or mostly about how there were lots of people who were married and didn't have kids. This actually makes the conversation more awkward since I do not really understand why this is important. Is it some convoluted way to make me "feel good" about not being married and having kids.
Why is not a person's first thought that one could be happy with the way their life is? I know I didn't really have a lot to say, but I was in the hospital, so can one really blame me. That and I do admit to a good deal of thinking, "this really isn't happening to me is it?" Of course it was and it did. It was weird and well just weird. I don't like happy people, this is what this story teaches me. At least not those overwhelmingly happy happy people with children.
The only other two times I've ran into people I went to school with was at the courthouse for the stupid ticket I got last January for my accident, and at like 7am at the starbucks down the street from my apartment in the city. And to think I worried about meeting people in a bar when I'm around my parents house. I just can't wait to meet the next person, so I can revel in whatever uncomfortable position I will find myself in.

Without

I think this must be some sort of new world record. I haven't had anything to drink for six days. No wine, no beer. Actually I haven't even had any coffee since Sunday. This is all very very weird. I almost don't know what to do. Stupid sickness interfering with my alcoholisms.

I look like a heroine addict.

As I said I my ear nose and throat doctor admitted me to the hospital. I'm sure this whole thing would have ended up cheaper if I had just gone to the emergency room in the first place, but alas who thinks a sore throat warrens this kind of behavior. I would like to mention that and the E.N.T doctor did numb my throat and stick a rather large needle in it to drain any puss that might have been back there. It was quite a good time as you might imagine. There were many tears of joy all around. Then I learned that I might have to get my tonsils removed, and was even more happy. I was having a bit of a bad day to say the least, and the worst part was my throat was seriously getting worse by the min. By the time I was checking into my room I couldn't talk at all. Which wouldn't have been so bad, but they sent like a million people from the hospital to talk to me.
First there was the lady would needed to get all my information. This was suppose to be less painful than filling out a million forms unless of course you can't talk. She was interrupted by the patience advocate lady who was kind of annoying because I'd been there all of ten min. And I didn't really know how my stay was going yet.
Once all this wonderfulness was taken care of came needle time. I don't mind the needle unless it involves digging for a vein which of course this did. First the IV the nurse blew the vein in my left wrist couldn't get the one in my left arm, so it had to go in my right arm. Which is lovely because I'm right handed and now I couldn't bend my right arm.
Then there was the blood lady. Who I couldn't talk to at all. She had a nurse that appeared to be practicing on me. Bad timing because clearly my veins were not working with them. So she started digging for the vein in my arm that the IV nurse couldn't get to work. Then it was my fault cause I moved. I was like crying the whole time, frustration running over. I wanted to scream your joking right. Your going to blame it on me when I can't talk.
Then the lovely nurse came with my drug options, Tylenol 3 , regular Tylenol, or Morphine. My aunt was visiting (because of course my grandma was in the same hospital up one floor), and she was like just go for the Morphine. This is what I did, however I was sad when it didn't help even a little bit.
Then it was time for my CAT scan. Which of course was no less than four more people trying to talk to me that I couldn't talk to. The best part was that they had to rip all the tape off my arm because my IV was kinked. Because nothing is normal for me. When I got back to my room they started pumping me full of IV antibiotics and steroids. It was plenty of hours before I could talk even a little, which was wonderful because I had a million visitors. Which was nice, but I couldn't really talk. I couldn't talk well until the next morning.
It was all a really lovely experience. Turns out that I don't, at least for the moment, have to get my tonsils removed. Which is good because apparently its not as easy when your older. Ah but I will tell you if I ever get this tonsillitis again they are going to have to go. Because this shit sucked. And I can't go back to work till Monday, so I'm bored, but too tired to really do anything. Anyways just another few days in the life of me.

Who gets admitted to the hospital with tonsillitis?

OoOoO if you said me you'd be right. Tonsillitis that is correct. As it turns out most adults don't even get tonsillitis anymore. Its mostly a kid thing. I never had it as a kid. Go figure. All I know is I woke up at 1am on Monday morning because my throat hurt so bad I couldn't swallow, and if I did it felt like someone was sticking a knife in my ear. I tried to go back to sleep but was quite unsuccessful. Now I'm not one who is big on the whole doctor thing, which those of you who know me understand all to well. I do however know when something is really not right, and this was really not right. I did call my mom at 6am to confirm that it was not ok, and decided that I would not go to work, but to the doctor instead.
By the time I could try to call the doctors offices in the area, since my doc is the burbs. I couldn't talk very well at this time without a whole lot more pain. I didn't loose my voice it just hurt like hell to talk. Which is awesome. So I called the local hospital place and they said I had to call my insurance company and have them find me a place to go. I was in tears by the end of my conversations, as I kept having to swallow, and was super frustrated. I knew there was no way that I could keep calling places trying to get in. I would have just gone to the ER but I know they charge you more for non-emergency and I didn't really think a sore throat was an emergency.
I did try to call b to see if she was working, but of course she was. So I had to make the call to my parents to have them come pick me up. I hate to do this because its so far, but I couldn't walk all over the city to find a doctor, and it was really getting worse by the min. So of course my dad came and picked me up. My mom took me to my regular doctor, who is pretty much the only doctor I've ever like. And of course after a ten min visit he sent me to the emergency room.
He couldn't get a great look at my throat, and everything was super swollen, he wanted me to see be seen by and ear nose and throat doctor. so they could numb my throat and take a proper look. He thought I might have an abscess and since I've had that before and know what it was i freaked out a little cause its wicked gross. That and there was the pain and frustration thing.
Anyways we went to the hospital, and the ER doc seemed to think my doctor was a little crazy, and just sent me home with a bunch of meds. Horse pills for the girl who can't swallow. Though after calling my doctor he did decided to schedule me a follow up with the E.N.T. the next day.
Needless to say the E.N.T. doctor admitted me to the hospital. Of course theres more but I have plenty of time to tell more of the story since I can't go back to work till monday anyways. So part two to follow.

Sure Now its 90 degrees

I'm very sad currently that we are having such warm weather. Now don't get me wrong I hate cold weather, but yesterday M and I went shopping. First we went to the coffee store because I was completely out of coffee in my home. And as much as I would like to spend all my money at any starbucks near me I've been trying really hard not to. Then we went to Gap. We were there quite awhile, I know this by the pile of clothes in my hands. While I was shopping I noticed a cute jacket, I had a arm full of clothes and m was no where to be found. The only small size was on the mannequin. I didn't bother to try it on because if you've ever shopped for a jacket with me you would know how hopeless it is for me. Normally if I can get the right size on it will fit will until I try to move my arms. Then its all down hill.
Point being I continued shopping. I found a bunch of clothes for work etc. Then as we were getting ready to leave, and I had found m, I decided to show her the jacket. Now I knew how much the jacket cost, and I still didn't have high hopes of it fitting, but I decided what the hell I'll try it. So I took the jacket off the mannequin and tried it on. Then I almost died because it fit perfectly, and was SUPER cute. Of course after much deliberation I decided to buy the jacket. I did have to deliberate because the jacket cost 198 dollars. I was some what good however and put back everything else I found.
Then point here for this some what long story is that now its 90 damn degrees outside and I can't wear the super cute jacket. Well I could but I'm sure I would die of heat. And its suppose to rain tomorrow and since its currently unprotected leather I can't wear it tomorrow either. Damn it all. Why can't it go back to being 60 so I can look cute.

Do you think? Because this I why try not to.

Do you think its bad if the liquor store guy knows you?
Is it worse if your so boring the the guy at the liquor store tries to get you to buy a new wine even though its cheaper than the one your buying?
I started to write this a bit earlier decided to I REALLY need to clean my room, then went to liquor store to buy wine. Why? cause who can clean without wine.
The other day he was telling me about a new wine he got. This is not GREAT wine mine you as its a small little corner liquor store. The most expensive wine is probably 11.99. Today when I went to get wine in my cleaning gear overalls, a tank, and bandanna, he was excited to tell me that he ordered more of the wine that I drink normally (not that he was completely out). To which I had to reply "I drank it all, didn't I?"He said yes, but that he was glad that he found someone who was buying it. I'm not sure that made me feel better. Oooo well the new wine is not that good, but its not too horrible, and since I'm going to clean it will most likely be filled with dust soon anyways. On a side note. How does dust get on the ceiling, more importantly how do it get stuck to a fan that is always moving? Questions for next maybe?

Come on now.

In an effort to try to get more people to comment I put up a poll to ask why you don't comment. See I know people read my blog I can see that. I even know who some of you are. You don't have to be funny. You could just lavish me with how funny you think I am. You should really comment if you read my blog and I haven't talked you forever, and I'm not really sure how you got my blog info, but I'm happy you did. mmm yes my first MN family I know someone out there from PL read my blog at least once. I don't know which one and if you'll ever come back. But you should say hi whoever you are.
This goes for everyone. All you have to do is click the little comment button and make a comment. Who knows maybe you will spark a raging debate that will go on for months. Maybe you'll inspire your own post. Which reminds me I still have to tell you all why my adoring sister is a bitch. See she commented and I'm inspired. Ok thats all folks.

Maybe they aren't all so bad.

I worked last night with my boss. The person that I report directly too. Here's the problem in my world: One day I hate the people and One I find myself thinking maybe they aren't so bad. Don't get wrong I'm not saying these are inherently bad people. I just don't like they way they do there jobs. I'm still thinking I need to find a new job and all. I hate working at that stupid store. I'm going crazy. Its just now that I'm thinking we're all going crazy and taking it out on each other.
Now don't get me wrong the person I report to is a complete pain in the ass. She thinks she's always right, she quite arrogant, and quite sarcastic. Now you can all stifle your laughs as I'm sure your beginning to see the problem.
I know I'm this same way which is why I honestly try to give her the benefit of doubt most times, but lets all face it I'm not an easy person to deal with. I don't pretend to be. I would venture to be I'm even worse at work. Because I'm good at what I do, and I know it. So two of me in the same building is bad, two of me on the same floor trying to work together is even worse.
I've been trying hard to stick it out till I get promoted, since I'm still first on that list. However it doesn't really seem a top priority for anyone but me these days. Time to start looking for a new approach. I hate the job hunt though. but I suppose I'm going crazy anyways. well we will see.

I hate my job

Everyday I have a harder and harder time everyday finding redeeming qualities about it. Really what I mean is that I HATE the people I work with. HATE HATE HATE them. Everyones crabby all the time. Nothing is ever good enough, and everyone is always right. No one ever agrees on anything. And everyone just does what they want when they want because like I said they think they think they are right. Which means nothing ever gets done. It is really a lovely lovely thing. Lately they have been pushing their work that should be their's off on me. Which they having been doing since they got their, but its getting worse. They can't seem to do anything that doesn't specifically relate to the floor they run. Even though we all run the whole store.
Now I'm not stupid I know that people will suck no matter where I go. What I don't understand is how these fuckers get away with all this shit. I'm sick to death of thinking that it will get any better. We all get bitched at for stupid shit, but the stupid shit is not the problem. I want to be like sorry I didn't stay late the day after I work 12.5 hours, because I was going to use it again anyways. Really you should write me up or something, because Its not like I busted my ass planing thing training. Which was not my job, and no one on my team helped. Nor did they bother to tell me anything about it until I only had three days left to train a 15o people. But seriously I left the room a mess, so nothing else matters.
ahhhhhhh seriously I need a new job. So as soon as I fix my resume, the job hunt will commence.

I should probably live in a bubble.

To say that I'm clumsy does not really do justice to that which I am capable. I really don't understand how I manage to do the things I do, but some how I do. Today has not started out really well, and you will note its not even 2pm. I did get out of bed around 8:30 though, so I've had more of a day than I normally would have had by now. Now I make some coffee, or some espresso type drinks, whatever you want to call it. This was clearly my first mistake. See I really wanted Starbucks, but in an effort to not spend as much money I've been making my coffee at home instead of getting starbucks. It has been a struggle, but most days I make it ok. Today was clearly not one of those days.
I made up my morning coffee, then sat down to blog a little. Now it is the case that I like the cup of coffee to sit on the arm of my couch, so that I don't have to get reaching to the coffee table for my coffee. I know B has told me countless times that it makes her nervous when I do such things and that I shouldn't do it. She is more then well aware of my accident prone nature. Just ask her about stemless wine glasses. Needless to say, as I was typing some how the cup magically decided to jump into my lap disbursing itself all over the couch and my shirt in the process. Oh well I though, should be easier to clean up than the two glasses of wine I split a week ago. (yes I should of learned but clearly I'm slow).
I finish typing away. Take a shower, and make myself another cup of coffee since I really didn't get to drink any of the first cup. Then I sit down to write some more this time about my sister. I get about one line in and kicked over the cup of coffee which this time was on my coffee table. See clearly it matters not where to cut sits. I have a slate coffee table, so of course to clean it up I have to take the 20 pieces of slate out and clean each one. Which is awesome because as you've read I love to clean.
I also walked into the side of said table this morning for like the nine millionth time, leaving yet another lovely bruise on my leg to match the six others I have. I know I exaggerate most of the time, but this time I'm not. I do have that many bruises mostly on my right leg, and I have no idea how I got most of them. Though one large pretty one was also from walking into said table.
So clearly the moral of the story is that my furniture is revolting against me. I know your thinking they aren't really alive, but I assure you they are after all I've seen toy story. I just don't think my stuff loves me as much as they loved Andy.

Why must one be forced to hang out with people one does not like.

I have been asking myself this question for a few weeks now. See the leadership team where I work wants to go out this Sunday. What I'm suppose to think it free dinner, however I'm having a hard time getting past the fact that I can't stand half of the leadership team. That and its at Dave and Buster's. For those of you that don't know what that is, I will fill you in. Its an arcade for adults. Let me share with you a secret that my brother and his best friend know best. I was NOT good at video games when I was a kid. Let me assure you that in the years the oh 15 odd years that have gone by since then (in which I've not played at all), I'm pretty sure I haven't gotten any better. I could be wrong and all, as maybe there is some video game god that has come down and made me the queen of all things video. Until I see proof of that however I'm going to venture to bet I still suck.
This however as the title might have you imagine, is not the reason why I really don't want to go. The main reason I don't want to go is that I don't really care for half the people I work with. I don't really dislike all of them, but I do go out with the ones I care to go out with now.
According to those who set this whole thing up I'm suppose to think of this as a chance to get to know people outside of work. Here's my thoughts on that: If you can't pretend not to be a bitch at work, I don't really think your going to be a nice person outside of work. The way I see it is that you can dislike the way someone does their job, but not think they are bad people. But if your a bitch your a bitch, and if you can't hide that at work where you should be able to hide it a little, I don't really think your going to have many redeeming qualities outside of work. At least not qualities I find redeeming.
I know right now that my mom is say "You don't like anyone, or anything" And for the most part she would be right. However, at least I don't pretend to be something that I'm not. I'm the same person at work that I am at home. Well not excatly the same, but pretty damn close. The people I work with that I can't stand are those who pretend to be something they are not, and can't even manage to do a very good job at it. Am I suppose to want to hang out with people who would sell me out for a glass of water. Literally the people I work with are that bad.
Of course what do I know. I'm the one with the bad attitude. It is not the case however that my bad attitude is directly related to the fact that they don't do their fucking job. Maybe they are just to busy talking about my bad attitude. While there busy talking about my bad attitude I'm busy running a 22 million dollar store.
You will have to take note that they don't ever say anything to me about my bad attitude. Yes Yes mom they are afraid of me. Or better word would be intimidated by me. It's not my fault though, that I'm better at their jobs then they are. I may be a bitch but I'm a bitch who is damn good at her job.
The problem is that I have to go. Cause imagine the bad attitude that I would have if I didn't go. I hate to play this game. But I will do what I must to get ahead. I could have gone out on a date, but instead I'm forced to break bread with a bunch of backstabbing bitches. This should be fun. I'll let you know how it goes.

Cleanin: no good can come of it. Part 1

So I decided to clean my apartment last week. I had two days off in a row and spent the first one at my sisters house which was kind of fun even though she's still a bitch for making fun of me. The second day I up and just decided to clean. I don't know what I was thinking clearly I was out of my mind for the day. I was on a mission to kill all the spiders. They lived long and prosper enough lives that I thought it was time that they move on to a better place. Now to start with what I was trying to kill were all the daddy longleggs that were in the corners of my ceiling (I know that really is cleaning). I started with my makeshift bookshelf which hasn't been clean since I put it up about a year ago. I took everything off, wiped the nine inches of dust off everything. Then I thought I since I'm REALLY cleaning I should move it so I can vacum under it. Here's where things start to go wrong for me.
Everything is off the shelfs, and scatter accross my living room floor in neat piles of mess. I move half of the bookshelf thingy cause its long. And this huge black spider is sitting there. I know I wanted to get rid of the spiders, but ish that was gross. I did however run to the kitchen and grab my trusty can of raid and sprayed the hell out of it. Then it proceeded to crawl under the shelf I just moved. I was trying to figure out why it wasn't dead yet. Then I noticed the smell wasn't as bad and it normally was. Then I realized that I was spraying lysol on it and not raid. So instead of being dead it was just really really clean. Of course I ran to get the right bottle, and killed the fucker. Then I was freaking out a bit. It was rather large and icky. I did however power through and kept cleaning. I proceeded on this time more carefully, because the more careful you are with the moving of things the less likely that there will be nasty spiders underneath right? Wrong... This time there was a rather large nasty whitish spider, and this fucker was fast as hell. I did have the raid, so if you can imagine, I was spraying raid ass fast as I could back and forth as the stupid thing ran around. Took it a little longer to die then I thought it should but dead it was at long last. Then I tipped over th bookshelf just to be on the safe side and this time there were no spiders, so I felt safe in knowing that there were at least no spiders in that one corner of my apartment.
I finished cleaning all the crap on the bookshelfs and as those of you that have seen them know, there is a lot of crap. Then I proceeded to put everything back. I had my windows wide open at this time, as I was only trying to kill the spiders with the raid and not actually myself. I was just about to move onto another section of the living room when this huge gust of wind blew everything in my apartment all over the place. It actually blew the blinds straight up, so that they were hanging horizontally. I'll be honest when I say I kind of scared the crap out of me. It was tottally out of now where. Well not tottally because I knew there was suppose to be a huge storm but the sky wasn't even dark yet. It was out of no where. Then the sky was black and the rain started a coming. I'm sure most of you know as you were there. About five min latter, the power goes off. Then I think fuck I haven't taken a shower I fucking smell bad, I have no power this blows. So it doesn't come right back on. I decided to go take a look outside and see whats up. The power also appeared to be on accross the street. So I walk out back. I did geniusly kick the cover off to the sewer drain so that the tree stuff didn't continue to clog it all up and then I would also have a flooded apartment. I got to the back yard and just went FUCK. No you would have said the same thing upon seeing the huge tree managled in your power lines. Lines a flying around. Then I had to think shit what does one do when there is a tree in there power lines. I mean I should probably call someone or something, but how does one call when one can't look up the number on the internet. Its so forgien. What ones does is call ones friend and make them look it up for them. My power was off for three days. It sucked. I did learn that my flashlight doesn't work. Only learned that after I spend ten dollars on batteries for it, and couldn't actually get the old batteries out of the flashlight because they were all kinds of fucked up. I dont' underestand really when after all these years they can't make batteries that don't leak. It doesn't make any sense. I'll post some lovely power outage pictures in a latter post.
On saturday when my power was finally suppose to be on. I stopped off at the wine store after a long night at work. It was like midnight, and I was walking back from the bus, and the fucking bottle of wine falls out of the bag and breaks all over the fucking sidewalk. I seriously almost cried. I was so irratated. I normally don't even take the damn bag. All because I thought cleaning was a good idea. Take it from me it never turns out the way its should.

My 14 year old niece has a blackberry

Really need I say more. She did leave it her locker at school on her first day. Well I guess we will see how long it lasts. I mind you don't even think the child NEEDS a cell phone, and she got a damn blackberry. Well have fun paying that bill thats all I got to say.

I think I'm going to die.

So its a normal night nothing exciting or interesting going on. I think I have to go to the bathroom, so I go into my bathroom. Sit down on the toliet which is currently still working well without any trees comming out of it. So its a bit late and I'm in lala land. I turn my head and on my sink is my hair brush and on my hair brush is seriously the nasty spider I've seen since I've lived here. I'm in the middle of going to the bathroom so this is a little nerve racking for me. First for those of you who have read my blog through the ages, or who actually know me know that I'm afraid of spiders. I've learned to live alongside a large quantiy of daddy longleggs and we are fine as long as they stay in their space and I stay in mine. Cross the line and they are gone. Simple as that. This however was definitly not a daddy longleggs. It wasn't even my normal huge black spider, or my slightly less common wierd albinio looking spider. It was black with wierd yellow spots or some such shit on it. Not that was going to get close enough to really look at it.
Now the trouble is not just with the spider being in my bathroom. The problem is it was on my hair brush. Granted it was just on the handle and all which made it rather easy to kill, but still. Ick. See the reason I make everyone else kill the spiders in the first place, or kill them by over spraying large quanities of raid on them is because I'm afraid they will fall on me. Where on me you ask, well no place freaks me out more than the idea of a sipder in my hair. I don't know why. I don't have rational reasons for this fear. Its just freaks me out. Always has. Like the one time I was walking home from school with my brother when we were younger, and A bee stung me on the top of the head cause it got stuck in my hair. Sure it was the 80ies and if I had to ventrue a guess there was probably lots of hair spray involved, but today it still freaks me out to think of any bug in my hair. Let me tell you the more leggs it has the worse I feel about it.
I don't know what to do know cause i'm not really sure I can use that brush anymore. But I really like it. I might have to boil it or something. I'm never going to be able to sleep tonight.

I don't want to talk to you. Why do you not understand that.

This is really what I wanted to say to the she/male that was sitting next to my on the plane ride back from MN yesterday. It all started when I woke up in the morning like three hours (if that) after I went to sleep. Needless to say this followed a night of heavy drinking, and much fun (but I will leave that for another post). No big deal though I was flying out later in the day anyways, so I didn't really figure I would need to be high functioning or anything.
Day started out well, hung out etc, then went to the airport. Got there rather early because I didn't really listen to the answer when I asked Ter what time I needed to leave for the airport. But such is life. So I sit down to read my book and wait to board the plane. I started to get a little nervous when the plane still wasn't there at like 5:20 which was a half hour before we left. But alas it came and deboarded, and reboarded in like 15 min. Which was a little wierd, but what do I really care you know. So I wait till my row is called and board the plane, but when I get to my seat there are two kids sitting there. I'm all what the fuck. One of them explained it well by saying this seat is already taken. I resisted the urge to bitch slap her, and say yeah by me. I wait and a women who apparently is the childerns mother come back, and says, while putting all her shit away and sitting down. "Do you mind if we switch seats, so I can sit by my girls, its still and isle seat." Now I'm a bit hung over and tired, so I again resisted the urge to scream at the lady who was rude enough to sit down, and say thanks before I could even get a word out. So I sat down across the isle thinking to myself. Bitch I didn't have the damn isle seat I had the window seat and if you wanted to sit by your fucking gets you had more than ample oppertunity to make that work out BEFORE you got on the damn plane. The flight was not full so either she was too stupid to get to the airport on time, or too stupid to figure out that if you want to sit with your kids you might want to go with the pre-picking of your seats, which they allow you to do by clicking on he seat of your choice when you buy the tickets. It really is terribly hard.

I sit down and start reading my book. Again I just want to read and get home then call it a day. Then the lady nexts to me decides she wants to talk to me. I use the term lady loosely here as I'm pretty sure if thats what she is now thats not what she started out life to be. Of course she's never heard of the book I try to one word answer her, but she won't stop talking. On top of that she's complaining. About how her trip has been messed up and she's been at the airport since 1pm, blah, blah, blah. I don't know how much I can take of this so I just try to nod and keep reading. She tries to use her phone to play games in airplane mode (I know this because I got a wonderful explanation), but the phone wouldn't work with her bluetooth headset or some such shit. Then she decides that she's going to listen to the radio I think thank God she won't talk to me anymore. Then she starts laughing out loud in this really crazy man like women voice. I'm dear lord help me, and he didn't because then she proceeded to tell me the jokes she was laughing at. She really just wouldn't stop. She took her headphones off and was like when are we going to land. Are we on the same plane because your sitting right next to me how the hell do you think I know more then you. Seroiusly I just wanted to punch the lady in the face that made me switch seats with her.
Let this be a lession to all of you out there. If someone is reading next to you with their book really close to their face, and giving you one word answers or nodding, its a pretty damn good sign that they really don't want to talk to you. Not only that but they really don't want to hear you bitching about shit. Take is home talk to your friends write a blog, do something just leave me the fuck alone.

A little too close to home

It didn't take a phone call from my cousin at 7am this morning to make me realize how close to home the bridge collapse in MN really was. As most of you know I lived there for almost six years. I have lots of friends who live in an around the area. I have since heard from all of them and they are all doing ok. So thank God for that. For those who have been affected more closly my heart goes out to you. I know you will be in the thoughts and prayers of many.

Are you fucking kidding me.

I ask myself this today after being at work for only three hours. First I walk into an huge amount of work that I need to get done. Which normally wouldn't be so bad except that I had to close and well I can't really get my other work done and close the floor at the same time. So I spent the first three hours in the office not really getting done any of MY work. See the thing is now i'm in charge of the cash room which they have seemed to make a really big deal. I have to do all these things that no other supervisor has ever been allowed to do before. Now this essentially is not the problem or something I can't handle. The problem is that I work with a bunch of dumb ass people. Mostly the leadership team on the customer service end. So not only do I have to do all my new work, but I still have to do my old work and the work of others who still can't figure out how to do their jobs.
I'll give you an example. I went up to the floor today and on one of the schedules it said broken by one of our registers. Now comon sense would tell you that a least one of the people running the floor would know something about this, but alas this is not the case. SO I ask like five people whats wrong with the register, and NO one knows. Finally I'm like Hank fix the fucking register before you leave. (hank is another supervisor on my floor), because if was broken before I got here and its not my job to fix it. I will give you a bit of history here in that the same group of people do this type of thing ALL the damn time. The best part is all they have to do is tell one of our cash handlers to call it in. They don't have to do it themselves. But apparently no one can do anything unless I tell them to do it. Which is ironic cause they are called LEADERS, and though I might be the defacto leader of the leaders (just because thats who I am) its still their fucking job to take action on things. But alas I digress.
So I'm in the office with my list of 8 million things I have to get done, and I swear everytime someone talks to me it gets longer. To the point where i'm like stop talking to me so I can get some shit done.
So I finish part of what needs to get done, and figure well fuck it I guess I'll just to the rest at home. Then my boss comes to me, and is all like I heard something today that kind of bothers me. I'm all like ok. And she proceeds to tell me that one of the supervisors told her he like working with me because he always know that I'll take care of things. And that he just kind of lets me do it instead of doing it himself. Now the point of this interagation (which is tottally what it was) was to figure out why it was. Ok I wanted to smack the bitch (yeah i don't like her). I'm like I make them do shit. Its just that I can only let things go so far before I have to step in and doing something about it. Besides How the fuck is it my fault that I do my job and they don't.
Ok whatever I was irratated by that to start with cause I can't stand her.
Then I go up to the floor and I start to make changes to whats going on, where people are etc. so we could maybe go home sometime before midnight. Then the girl on the 2nd floor gets an attutide with me. I mean bad. I stay calm which yes is hard for me, and tell her I just need her to do what I ask with out having an attitude about it. Finally I have to pull her off the floor and tell her to stop, at which point she keeps saying she doesn't have an attitude. Then she proceeds to say what do you want me to do smile while I say ok. Now I know what your thinking its not possible that someone could be so stupid, but alas she did she actually fucking smiled while she said ok is this better. Continuing with I don't have an attitude. I had to be like go home. Before I slapped the bitch. Which had I done I think even my GM would have been ok with.

Then I get called back downstairs to deal with a customer situation that only I can deal with because it carried over from yesterday. I'm in the middle of this when another customer comes up to me and is like can you call someone my friends shoe is stuck in the escaltor.
This is where the are you fucking kidding me part comes in. I have to leave in the middle of helping one customer to go help some stupid ass grown adult because she doesn't know how to use an escaltor. Let me just tell you don't take carts on the escaltor and the turn around while on the escaltor to talk to someone. I just don't think you can get much more stupid. Seriously then this lady's all pissed cause she wants her shoe back. I try to explain that theres nothing I can do about it. Mind you at this point now three of our four escaltor, and one of our two elevators aren't working. And this stupid bitch wants to talk about her shoes. Let me tell you if you read previous blog articles, shes lucky it just got her shoe. She broke the shit out of the escaltor all because she can't follow the stupid rule your mother teaches you when your two. Pick up your feet when you get off the escaltor. I still can't figure out how the fuck it got caught cause it doesn't make any sense.
Turns out our escaltor will now be out for like a week. great I love walking up it all fucking day. This is only four hours into my day. It goes on well from there if by well you mean no one lost a foot. Other than that not a really good day.

Things I'm willing to pay for even though I don't have any money!

Ok so normally I hate when people leave shit on my doors, which they do a whole lot of this in the city. Mostly its like nine bajillion take out menus. Which is annoying cause the last thing in the world I need is to eat out more. On top of that being that I have the garden apartment and that you have to walk down stairs to get inside all of these stupid pieces of paper end up in my entry way. Which wouldn't be such a big issuse if I actually picked them up, but I dont' cause i'm lazy then they get rained on. Then there are bugs and its a whole downward spiral.
The other day however there was a thing on my door fore clearly clean services. I think ohhhh you see I don't like to clean, and it seems that no one else really wants to clean my apartment either. Which to be honest I don't really understand. Anyways the point is that even though I don't really have the money I think I'm tottally going to do it.
It really ends up being Mr. 10's fault that I feel like my apartment should be cleaner. I seem to always pick up a stupid habit from people I've dated. Not that I've picked up enough of his cleaning habit to actually clean myself mind you, but I feel like my apartment should be a little less icky that it is. I have decided that when I move again I'm tottally going to hire a cleaning place not to clean my old apartment, but to clean the new one. Cause seriously who really cleans the aparment they are leaving that well. And isn't that really where the problems starts. With the apartment not being clean when you move into it.
Thats what I think. Though I'm pretty sure I will neither clean the apartment myself or pay someone to do it. I will however now continue to think that I need too. I was really much happier in my thinking messyness was ok. Oh well I'm sure I'll make it back there again soon.

Theres a tree in my toliet.

I know what your thinking. "there can't be a tree in your toliet" But alas I ask is this the first time you've read my blog cause if it isn't then you would know that if it isn't completely ridiculous then it can't possibly be my life. No hair clogs here, why would there be when you could have tree roots instead. This is all what I learned last night and well REALLY early this morning when the people were out here to fix my bathroom.
First off I can't help but say that at first when the people showed up I was a little fighten of them, but then really who am I to judge those who are comming out to fix the toliet at 11pm. They turned out to be nice enought, though I think one of them was a little speical. The guy who knew what he was doing seemed super honest. I think this because he wanted to show me everything. Which honestly would have been ok with just about anything else, but seriously did need to see piles of roots mixed with poo at midnight. I would even venture to be that I could have made it through my whole life without ever having seen it. The special guy was tottally all over the place it was sooo funny. He kept leaving doors open, and he set of the alarm on their truck every single time he went out to it. It was all kind of funny. He talked a lot and repeated just about everything the first guys said.
Anyways the guy said that there is a pipe crushed outside, and there is tree roots growing all up in the shit. He fixed it for the time being, but it turns out the toliet still only kind of works cause there is something in the toliet that won't come out. Which is awesome. Kind of curious as to what that might be cause i don't often just flush random stuff down my toliet, but anyways it worked last night so I got to go to the bathroom. This morning was a whole different story.
I tried to go to the bathroom and it wouldn't really flush well again. Then I decided that I better take a shower otherwise I might loose the chance. The water would not drain again so I showered in water up to my ankles. At least it was semi clean water, ish still gross though. Now I'm trying to do laundry and we are tottally back where we started because all the water is comming back up my shower again. Which I kind of thought might happen, but I couldn't not do laundry because I seriously have no clean clothes. Well I guess at least there is not shit water in my shower, but I am slightly annoyed because I JUST CLEANED the damn bathroom. And anyone who knows me knows that I REALLY REALLY don't like to clean. Uggh seriously I have to go find somewhere to pee now, so hopefully things get fixed soon.

Is a working toliet too much to ask

Apparently this is the case because I currently have niether a working toliet or shower. I mean I guess technically speaking I guess they both function in mostly the way they are suppose to except for the part when they don't really drain. And that other part were any time anyone upstairs in the other four appartments uses the bathroom or toliet everything comes out my shower and toliet. Which let me tell you is the super most awesome thing in the world. If you thought there was something out there that was better than just not being able to use the toliet well then look out because having someone else shit come out of your shower is just soooooooo much better. I hardly think you will be able to contain your own excitement.
When it first started yesterday morning I didn't think much of it. I was in the shower and the water wouldn't drain, but ah no big deal right. Its a little gross to me but whatever I'm late for work anyways so no time for that. Well that was until I got turned the shower off and was like why is there still water running. Of course those of you who know me know I can't see without my glasses, and though I used to take a shower with my glasses on I found I had to stop after awhile because its harder to was your face that way. So what I learned once I could see what that the water that wasn't drainging was actually overflowing out of my toliet. good times right.. I asure you it was. So first though is fuck now i'm really going to be late for work (though I'm not really sure why I think it will take my only 20 min to shower and get dressed anyways because it never really works)..
Anyways I went to my room to you know get dress and away from all the water, and by the time I came back it all went away. I don't know where it went but I think well shit I really didn't have time to clean it up anyways, so fuck it, I don't own the place. So I make it work and call the landpeople. I get a call out that says someone will be out at some point which was in fact not yesterday.
Moving on.. this morning I wake up to bubbling water sounds, and since i don't have an automatic bubble machine making bubbles while I sleep I was a bit concerned. So turns out someone upstairs was showering and everything was comming up my toliet and shower again, only much more gross looking with browness and chunks of stuff. Very pleasant. Needless to say I could not shower which rocked because my hair was literally sticking straight up. Anyways I bursh my teeth then I throw up, because it was nasty in there, and I might have forgotten to take my allergy meds yesterday. Got dress, sported some pigtails, and went to work. Called the apartment people and was like yeah someone needs to fix this today.
So I get a call on my way home from work. Its the guy who fixes the stuff, and something about the plummer was there but he left. He thought he was going to come back but apparently didn't. So great now I can't even use the shower or toliet even a little bit. Mostly at this point the toliet was what was worry some cause I had to pee. So what did i have to do but go knock on the neighbors door and be like "hi I'm brandi. I live downstairs can I use your bathroom" It was great really really great. I don't even like people. Ugh. Well I don't know what his name is but he turned out to be very nice which isn't bad. He does have a nicer stove than me which I learned he doesn't use. Its still small though, so that made me feel better.
Anyways if you ever want to hang out and not have a place to go to the bathroom then really my house is the place. Well even though its after ten the guy who fixes things(I think his name is ryan are you seeing a pattern here) called and said someone should be out in like a half hour, so maybe it will be fixed tonight.

A trip to france

I know that you've all been wondering what exactly I've been doing with this my week and a half long vacation. I know your all very interested because I get asked like 57 times a day what my plans are. As no one seems to be down with my plan-less vacation.
Well today M and I took a little trip down the French Rivera. We rode bike down nice coble stone parkways. It was a very enjoyable way to spend a few hours. Ok maybe we were only gone for like an hour, but either way it was a good time. Really nothing compares to riding your bike for the first time (even though you bought it six years ago), in the nice calming breeze of the French Rivera. It felt kind of like in a movie. I wanted to go to Italy or maybe England in the late 1800's, but alas there now that I got my bike back, and well lets face it put some air in the tires, there will now be lots of bike trips around the world. I even went wearing a dress, because well what else would one wear to bike the beaches of France. Well I'll keep you posted on where else I travel on my plan-less vacation

A clash of cultures.

Ok there seems to be this little riff going on at work. See we bought all these games for the break room, like jinga, monopoly, checker/chess etc. I was crabby at work so I was eating in the break because there were too many people in the office. So I said to recetionist that we should play a game. She picked checkers becuase it would be the easiest and the quickest. Well it turns out there are some, well I'll call them made up, rules to checkers. So we are playing and S makes her way to my side of the board and gets a King. I'm all no big deal, though she won't move any of her checkers out of her side so I can get in, they still aren't going anywhere. Well then she tries to move like three spaces with her King to Jump me. I'm all what the hell are you doing. You can only move one space at a time. Well its starts this whole big thing where in we need to break out the rules. Half the people at work though really thought thats houw you play the game. There really seems to be a divide along the lines of where you grew up. Thats the best I can figure. Seems a little crazy to me though as what would be the point of the game once a king has been made if it can do whatever it wants. There was actually quite a big of discussion about it throughout the day. I'm happy to say that we did break out the rules, and i was right. I can always live with that.

There's a fucking mouse in my house.

Ok I know I have an apartment, and I've been trying for almost a week to pretend that it wasn't there. I know you wondering how one can pretend something is not there, but before last night I hadn't actually seen the stupid thing. See I guess its NOT actually in my house per say, however its seems to live in the entry way to my front door. I noticed the other day there were paper towels and a rock outside my front door that appear to have come out of the hole in the frame. Now I was pretending because I didn't stuff paper towels in there. I was trying to assume that whoever live here before me would not actually think that a viable option to fill the whole, but apparently I give them too much credit. Anyways, like I said I was pretending that it wasn't there, being that I hadn't actually seen it.
Well last night I opened up the door and turned on the light, and this little thing crawled out of the air conditioning. Then it proceeded to crawl up into a whole that I would guess goes under the stairs to the apartment above mine. Ish. I do actually have all my christmas stuff out there and now I'm not sure I will be touching any of that anytime soon. Hope it doesn't get really hot because I'm sooooo not touching the Air conditioner, which I think I might now actually be afraid of.
I really don't know what to do about the mouse becuase I don't think I can do the whole trap thing, and I'll be real honest and say that Idon't know how else to get rid of it. I mean seriously if filling the whole with paper towels didn't work I really don't know what will. On the plus side I'm happy that it was not a rat. As I was kind of freaked out at the idea of a rat being in my house. Ever since I saw this HUGE ASS rat run across the street and down the alleyway between my building and the building next to mine.
Seriously I just want a normal apartment where the only living things are people. Is that really too much to ask. You would think not but apparently it is.

I hate the bus

Ok so after a long trying evening at work where almost no one showed up for work, I left to take the train home. Now the subway is closed for the redline train due to the stupid consturction. This is irratating enough. The trains however were suppose to be re-routed over elevated tracks so that you can of course get into and out of the Loop. Ok no big deal, right no wrong. Apparently on Madison and Wabash there was an accident in which a crane fell through the pavement and hit a building. http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-070519crane-accident,1,5123458.story?coll=chi-news-hed

Then all the trains and bus had to be re-routed. Well I just assumed that maybe they would have this issuse fixed by 11pm and I wouldn't really have any issuses. I was wrong. Only problem is that the only information I had was that the trains going into and out of the loop weren't going down Wabash. No information about where you were suppose to get the train. SO I thought to myself I'll just take the bus north and get off at belmont instead of walking to each train station not knowing which one was open.
Turns out this was not a good plan. Because well the bus I needed to take wasn't running, or that what I heard. But honestly I don't know which was the right bus except that the one I was on was not the right one. Try as I might to get off on time to try another route I could not. I could actually move in the damn bus because it was soooooooooo fucking crouded. I seriously had to breath slowly to keep myself from having a panic attack it was that bad.
So then I get off at the next stop which was apparently 22 blocks north of where I needed to be. So I walk across the street cause other people walked across the street, and I asked this couple that I thought was waiting for the bus. They were like you are WAY to far north. Turns out I was in uptown.
Heres were the story works out in my favor. I asked if any of the buses would go to belmont or near there from the stop I was at since there was no map. Then i was just like fuck it I'll take a cab. But they were like we are going south we can just share a cab and drop you off. Which they did even though I really didn't have any cash. They would even take the cash that I did have. I'm was really very surprised that they were soo nice. I can see my mom freaking out right about now reading this. But they were an average couple in their mid 30's. It was seriously crazyness. Now its almost midnight and all I want to do is go to bed. Shitty day shitty night but in the end good people. And no mom I don't normally get into a cab with people I didn't know, but it did seem slightly better option than waiting on the corner for a cab (which was already taking forever for one) by myself. Moral of the story I'm only riding the Belmont or Lincoln buses from now on. And I hate the CTA not that its thier fault this time. I just need someone to blame.

why not to buy from street vendors

Almost everyday I work I walk past the corner of State and Madison, and never really though twice about it until today. Everyday there was this man on the corner selling newspapers. Not that I ever bought one from him, but he did have every paper imaginable to sell. He would often say hi or something along those lines when I walked past. Well apparently he sold cigarettes too for five bucks. Stolen of course, but a lot of the people I work with used to buy from him. Well this is how i come to learn he's been gone for days. Arressted in NY for murder, after fleeing the Chicago nine days ago because apparently he stabbed a women 62 times and left her in his apartment. http://cbs2chicago.com/local/local_story_138140025.html The guy looked a lot more normal sitting on the street corner everyday. If one could look normal sitting on a street corner. He had really long dreads before and there was a picture of him in the sun times today. I think people actaully saved the paper at work.
Moral of the story is don't buy anything from people selling things on the side of any street. After all if you can be wanted for murder in NY and still right in the middle of Chicago. He was even arrested once. Crazyness. Just crazyness.

What fun this would be if I was 10 and not 27

For a long time now, I've been thinking to myself as I walk down the street across from my dwelling, "what is going on in that store front with the door open, and the windows all covered with white paper? Why is there L Ron Hubbard book is some of the windows? Most importantly why is that the only person I ever see in there is a half dressed old man, and why can't he have more clothes on? The only clue one is given is that all the books talk about Dianetics which isn't much of a clue to my liking since I have no idea what that word means. All I know is that on occasion when the door is open there will be one rarely two people inside the door, talking or something with an old fan on. All I can conclude logically from that is they have no air conditioning. When the door is open and the half dressed man is the only one inside he'll stare at me with the piercing eye's of a kidnapper who's tries to entice children with candy.
The whole buildings gives off the feeling of overwhelming evil. Something goes on in there, and by leaving the door open they want you to see. Yet at the same time they cover all the windows, so you can do no more than catch a glimse as you walk by. I do not dare stop to take a closer look, as there is always the half naked man starring as if daring me to come nearer.

An update

I haven't really done anything exciting in the last few days, but I just thought I'd update and let you all know that I'm feeling a million times better. I've decided that I'm going to focus on my own life for awhile which I think will be good. Namely getting my body taken care of so that I'm in less pain. On that note I've been going to physical therapy twice a week, and I really think I'm starting to feel better. I've also committed to doing my excerises everyday since they help my back, and they actually make me feel better all around.
I've also been reading quite a bit which makes me feel better. I read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn which is really a very good book. Currently reading An Empire of Weath: The Epic History of American Economic Power. Which I'm pretty sure no one cares about but me. Maybe T would find is interesting, but I would venture to bet it might even be outside her historical interests. Anyways I'm pretty excite about it.
The only down side of life right now is that I can't seem to eat anything. Now worries this is not an emotional problem, its actually an allergy problem which persents itself about the first week of every May. I am however trying to make sure I take my allergy meds eveyday which if I'm successful would be a first.
For all of my friends and family I'm enternally gratefull. When Life happens its always intersting to see who will be there by yourside. You'll notice I said life and not when bad shit happens, becuase I really think what happened was for the best for both of involved. As is the case sometimes it just takes a bit of thinking to get to that point. Anyways thats all I really have for now. And no worries i'm sure I'll have something to bitch about soon enough.
I am looking for an apartment again. Maybe a roomate if anyone knows anything etc.

Of sad things

I'm sure most of my readers know this but Jon and I broke up this past friday. I'm not going to blog about the details of the relationship becasue honestly that would be unfair to him. He has been nothing but fair to me, so I will not disrespect him in that way.
I will say only that I'm feeling more that a little sad right now, not that I won't be ok cause we all know I will. Anyways I can use all the love and support of the friends I have even if they think I haven't been around much. I hardly ever ask for help, but I think right now I could really use it.
I don't have much else to say right now, since I'm not feeling whitty or commical in any way. All I ask is that you if you feel like posting comments to this that you also choose not to disrespect myself or Jon. I will just delete the comment if you choose to do that. That really all I have for now.

So many choices!!!

So I finished up the book T bought me for Christmas along with all the books I borrowed of M's months ago. I realized today that I'm in a really big reading mood, so on the way home from work I made a pit stop to powells book store. Now I normally don't find much in the way of books to read from there, in fact I've never before made a purchase. But today I was just strolling along and thought what the hell can't hurt to look. Now for those of you who have ever been to a book store with me will know this already, but I don't really pick books for any reason other than the cover looks interesting. I know I know you can't judge a book by its cover blah blah, but it turns out I can and I normally do a pretty good job. The problem with Powells is that you can't really see most of the book covers, so there is a lot of pulling out and putting back that has to go on before you really find anything.
Today however I was in a pleasant evnough mood that doing this didn't seem too terribly hard. I was around for 15 20 minutes, and was just about to leave and I decided what the hell and pick a book (now one can say this more often at Powell's because the book are like 4.95, and all in all a bad choice is really about the cost of a cup of coffee). Then I walked around the store like eight more times. As I was getting ready to leave I decided on another book by Jane Austen because well lets face it I love Jane Austen. Then I managed to pick up three more books on my way out, from the same place I walked through like ten times. I tell ya I dont' know what is wrong with me.
Now I have five books and I really don't know what book I want to read first. Don't start telling me that I should just read them all at once. I'm really not capable of that. Plus then which one do you start first. Ahh so many choices I just don't know what to do.