I'm not SUPERstitious, I'm just a little bit stitious

Busy does not even begin to describe me right now. I have a test at one, a quiz at three, a final at five, six pages of a paper to finish by nine (when the computer lab closes, I don't have a printer), a homework assignment and another final tomorrow morning. I shouldn't be writing but I noticed that I left my blog with 13 posts....and that's BAD LUCK!

This is my life

So I was working at Switchboard (or Switch-bored, I should say) and the electricity went out. Immediately, I picked up my bullhorn and set the siren off because how else was I going to let everybody know that there were no lights? By the light of the moon, I saw three people dressed like camels sneaking into the elevator, so I ran downstairs to see what was going on. I also had to buy some cough drops from the bookstore. While I was pulling out my wallet, an eighty seven year old factory worker started making conversation with me. She basically wanted to know where I bought my sweater (borrowed it from my sister) and what was my favorite color. I told her red and she said it was her favorite too. Only I was lying....it's green!! I began to get nervous because of the amount she was touching my ears, so I excused myself. I remembered that it was time to distribute the wine & beer, only it seemed that everybody was already drunk. So I loaded it into my car, turned on the lights, sat at my desk, and made up this story.

Work Weekend

For some CRAZY reason (a need to pay bills and rent) I took two eight hour shifts this weekend. I know that's a normal work day for most people, but my hours are 4pm-12am. It's been an hour and fifteen minutes so far...and I've run out of entertainment. Is it true that only boring people are bored? If so, I'm a BORE. Really though, it wouldn't be so bad except I'm. just. having. a. really. hard. time. (To quote the emo kid on accoustic at the talent show last year) I woke up today at the time my class was supposed to end. I went there...in my pajamas...bawling crying...because my paper was worth nothing since it was turned in late. I have next week of class and one big assignment to redeem myself but I hope it wouldn't be Too little, Too late. I'm so over this summer class thing. I'm already counting on a D- in Spanish. How sad is that? I will be overjoyed for that grade! The icing on the cake though is that my allergies are freeeakin out right now so I have not been able to exercise, or do anything fun outdoors. Not even drink on my porch! Boo hiss. Sorry for venting, I may post something else a little later. For now, I'm going to see what's good to eat around here ;)

Textin'

Boyfriend (w/ pulled muscle): my leg needs a message :)

Me: i think you need a massage, dear. if your leg needed a message, you had better buy it a cell phone...

Computer Problems

...Sorry, my computer has been out of commission for the last couple of weeks and I've been too busy to look into the problem...I'll try to have it fixed soon and start writing...
Thanks for your patience!

Men

“Men! For as boy crazy
as I’ve been my whole life,
I sure can’t stand them!”
(Down With Love)

One of six sisters, I am a girly girl. Guys friends? Only if they LIKE to shop and watch Lifetime Movie Network. Boyfriend? Check. Long term? Check, it’s been six months. Secrets of the weird and wonderful world of men cracked? Not check and frankly still thinking it’s more weird than anything else…
Guys don’t floss their teeth daily. Furthermore, they think that swishing with mouthwash is sufficient teeth brushing for busy days. They have no reservations about using your body towel to dry their hands after washing…without soap. Guys come over for dinner and don’t think it’s wrong to open a bag of chips…a minute before the timer goes off. And when you pull a beautiful platter out to put the meal on, you’ll find that your guy has already made himself a plate by folding up a paper towel into his hands. “That’s all right,” you’ll say, “I’ll pour you a glass of wine.” But, oh no, he prefers beer, the exact opposite of what would compliment your meal. Guys are great for taking out the trash or mowing your lawn. However, they will never, never notice that these things need to be done on their own. As they throw another pistachio shell that sends the piles of garbage into an avalanche, you may have to remind them “Honey, I think that garbage can is no longer taking new applicants.” Count your blessings though because most of the time his trash won’t find the can at all. If a man is further than a basketball free throw away from the wastebasket, you will find gum wrappers balled up under your couch, or stale coca cola dumped into your potted plant. The old “girl can’t get guy’s attention while ESPN is on” is very cliché. So, other than recommending feigning that your cable is out, I just want to warn that all you are during the game is the hand that delivers chicken wings. Maybe bring them in balanced on your head? That might get a laugh. They’ll cherish you later, once you’ve civilized them. For now, just bask in your role as the clear headed woman, and remember to smile, because that’s why he fell in love with you.

Fun poem for Dad

Dad, Daddy, Pops-this one’s for you

You prayed when you were young to someday find true love
You met her in tenth grade study hall, a gift from up above
You took her to Tom’s Pizza and then to see a play
You dared to boldly ask her, “How many kids will we have someday?”
You knew this girl was for you when she answered without a beat
“I suppose six or seven, now what are you having to eat?”