Bathroom
Current mood: curious

Dave Barrry wrote a column once about germs in toilets (he recommends setting them on fire) and he mentioned in said column that either the center stalls or the outer stalls in public restrooms had less germs.

I don't remember which.

Now every time I walk into a public restroom, I find myself pondering the column and wondering which one it was.  Then I ponder the fact that I ponder the same thing every time I walk into a public restroom.

As you can see, my Friday nights are terribly exciting.

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Please, Thank you, and May I?
Current mood: vexed

Are they THAT hard to say?

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Hurricane Preparedness
Current mood: amused

Photo by: Cristina C.
Subject: Kenya the Silly Dog

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Irrational Fears, Numbers 1-5
Current mood: cranky

1. I fear that I will, at some point, misfire a text that will freak out the unintended recipient.  So if you ever recieve a naughty text, or one that says something schmoopy like "I love you," and you're not someone I normally say those things to, don't fret, it's not for you.

2. I fear that someone will flick a cigarette out of their car and I will drive over it and my car will explode.  I'm pretty sure this is impossible, though.

3. I fear that an item I purchase from the grocery store will be poisoned.

4. I fear that I will be arrested, even though I never do anything illegal.  I'm sure this is a holdover from the doing-stuff-illegal days.

5. I fear squirrels and monkeys.

xoxo

Currently listening : One Day As A Lion By One Day as a Lion Release date: 2008-07-22

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School, or, I may never see the light of day again
Current mood: contemplative

I've managed to put together the most difficult schedule ever for myself, though I DID drop the algebra class (I'm too dumb) and add my performing arts credit instead in the form of an Intro to Theater class that I can already tell I'm going to hate.  The instructor "happens to mention" every two minutes that he writes plays, or performs one-man shows, or is a stand up comedian.  It's tiring.  Plus, I think Intro to Theater should be a theory class, not an assortment of random and annoying excercises.

Anyways, my point is, I'm now officially burying my head in books until December.  I'll probably be a LOT less communicative, so you guys have to promise you won't forget me!

A million X's and O's in the time being.

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What the f**k kind of parents DO this?!?!
Current mood: angry

So, I just came back from an errand - it is about 8:30 here and dark - and as I pull in, out of nowhere, a herd of children, between 5 and 7 years old, run out through my headlights, right the fuck in front of me.

WHAT the FUCK kind of parents let their children play, completely unsupervised, in a fucking parking lot.

Earlier today I ran over a ball.  That doesn't bother me so much, but what DOES bother me is that, the way things are going, it could have just as easily been a child, or one of the dogs that roam here without leashes or supervision.

One of these kids or animals is going to get hurt, and it's going to fuck up the life of the person who hurts them, who's fault it most definitely won't be.

No, the fault and the blame is on whatever fucking parents would leave their fucking five-year-old outside alone, or for that matter, let a kid play in a fucking parking lot whether they're supervised or not.

Here's what I did tonight:  I got out of my car and told the kids (I was SHAKING, I was so angry and freaked out) that they needed to get out and stay out of the parking lot, then I told them that since I ran over the ball, it was mine, and I took it.  Then we called the apartment complex and reported all of it.

My only regret is that CPS doesn't think this is serious enough to merit any action, though the parents of some of the kids have been reported because they smoke fucking crack instead of watching their kids.

I don't feel that I can confront the parents without retribution (these are a bunch of trashy fuckers) so what else can I do?

We're moving in two months, but until then, we're going to be terrified of a small child running behind our car when we're backing out, or something equally as horrible.

I fucking hate it.

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We as a society are truly are pretty lazy and rude, and, the first day of classes
Current mood: bitchy

Lazy:
This morning, a million people were viciously vying for parking spots in the front lots at school - I mean driving in circles, student-stalking, the works.  I found three completely vacant back lots that were about a five minute hike from the campus - less than a third of the time one would use hunting for a space in the front lots.

Rude:
Why the hell are people in grocery stores so effing rude?  Today a woman ran into me, on purpose, because I committed the crime of stopping to grab something from a shelf.  And I had my cart pulled all the way over to the side of the aisle, cause I'm considerate like that.  Of course, I was in the fancy-pants store, and rich people always have an extra-acute sense of entitlement.

First Day of School:
Twelve hour days.

I am smart enough for my Research Methods class.

I don't know about French yet.

I am WAY too dumb for my math class.  Anyone wanna help?  I'll even wear the plaid skirt.

xoxo

Currently reading : Algebra for Dummies By Mary Jane Sterling

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Je Deteste Les Verbs Francais and Some Other Stuff
Current mood: nerdy

School starts tomorrow.  At way-too-fucking-early o'clock.  I'm so spoiled.

I have what are promising to be near-impossible classes for me - my math, a biology called "Unity of Life," and the dreaded French III.

Dreaded because I don't think I learned much in French I or II.

The only class this semester that I'm really, truly looking forward to is Research Methods, not only because it's something I'll find completely fascinating, but also because I met the instructor over the summer (he's also the dean for my discipline) and he seems very interesting and friendly.

Ooh, speaking of French, I've been clicker training my dog (quite a feat considering he's a stubborn-ass hound) and he's gotten so good at recognizing the hand signals for 'sit' 'down' and 'stay' that I can issue the commands in French.

Too bad, though, that he's not the sort of dog to learn tricks (I can't even teach him 'shake')- my girlfriend Grace's dog does one where she points her finger and says "bang" and he rolls over and plays dead.  It's very cute.

Sorry for the pointless Dog Update.

We went to see The Mummy: We Woke Up a Statue Thingy, or whatever it's called, yesterday.  I don't recommend it.  It's very sort of tossed together-feeling.

We're experimenting with Chinese herbal medicine - Joe had a stomach ache for the past few days, and some frinds offered him what looks to be little vials of tiny, tiny pills of some sort.  Joe was a little suspicious at first, but they seem to be working beautifully, although evidently they taste awful.

I can't believe the semester hasn't even started yet, and I've been studying for a week.  The good news is I have a five-hour break between two of my classes in which to study, so maybe I'll actually have some free time on the days I don't have school.  Somehow I doubt it, though.

I've been working on Etsy projects (Susan) as fast as I can before school starts, but I haven't gotten anything photographed or ready to post because I'm extremely picky about how and what I do post.

Wow - I'm like, the queen of disjointed, pointless blog-posting.

Anyways, I love you guys, and I'll prob'ly see you again when I have a holiday from classses.

xoxo

Currently reading : 501 French Verbs: Fully Conjugated in All the Tenses in a New Easy-To-Learn Format Alphabetically Arranged By Christopher Kendris

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It never stops...
Current mood: apathetic

My health insurance is being cancelled.

The reason?  I went to rehab, and, in this rehab, told counselors that a year before I had had a drug addiction.  The hospital released records to my insurance company, who deemed this a condition that they won't cover.

I have two problems with this.  The first is that nowhere on their application did they ask about addiction.  I would have been completely up front about it.

Two, where can you be safe to tell someone these things if not in goddamn therapy?

And it's not like the insurance even PAID for the program - I paid out-of-pocket, my choice, to the tune of three thousand dollars.  At this point, I'm not even sure why a claim was submitted.

Maybe I'm just stupid and don't know how these things work.  Please don't tell me, because I don't care.  All I know is I'm fucked.

Or maybe I'm not.  I'm already paying out-of-pocket for my psychiatrist and my therapist, and if I manage to make all my yearly Dr. visits before my coverage expires, I should be okay for at least a year.  Unless something happens.

Joe is going to try to have me added to his, which, in Texas, will mean we are technically married.  I don't mind that, of course, but... why would another insurance company take me if this one won't?  Maybe it's different because it's through his company.  I don't know.

In my world, it's seeming like it never lets up.

God-fucking-dammit.

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I’m not a very good "agent."
Current mood: sneaky

My sister let me be an agent in her alternate reality game.

The set up was actually pretty neat.  We were located at Mozart's, so there were espresso shakes involved, and the "contact" was supposed to find me via a pink balloon floating above my head. 

I brought a bodyguard, in the form of my boyfriend, and looked the part in a pair of huge sunglasses, with him sitting a few feet behind me.  I had an envelope that I had to hand over.  No talking was to be done - if any questions were asked, we were supposed to get up and leave.  Ooh, also, there was a password.

The first trouble was that Mozart's allows dogs on their deck - it was a puppy extravaganza.  I can't be spy-like when there are puppies around. It's simply too much to expect of me.

But I did my best as we waited for the envelope-taker to arrive.  First, a girl not-so-subtly surveying the area with a video camera arrived.  Shortly after, a perfectly friendly-looking girl headed our way.

As she approached, I couldn't help but crack a smile - I'm a very friendly girl myself, and when she asked for the envelope, I started to just hand it over.  Halfway through this gesture, I realized I had forgotten the password, so I asked.  She had forgotten it, too.  She struggled for a moment trying to remember the Latin phrase, while I reflected on the fact that I don't know Latin, therefore anyone who had walked up to me and muttered something strange could have easily obtained the envelope from me.  I hoped that there weren't opposing players who would do such a thing, or I may have royally screwed up.

As it was, the girl taking the envelope was not the player it was intended for, but a family obligation had taken him away.

Joe and I got up and walked away, back inside, where we proceeded to watch the two girls open and videotape the contents of the envelope.  We both agreed that in Real Life, anyone opening information that belonged to someone else would probably end up dead. 

Later we walked outside and had a chat with the two girls, and I handed over my pink balloons - I was tired of them bonking me in the head - and we all spent the rest of the time cooing over a nearby Cavalier King Charles puppy (I told you I can't be trusted around puppies,) probably one of the cutest dog breeds ever, and this one was SO tiny and adorable!

So as you can see, I make a terrible agent, but it was so much fun that I volunteered to do it again some other time.

And now I have to get back to work - I promised twenty Etsy projects by the end of August, and there's NO WAY I'm going to make it unless I work every minute.

xoxo

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