I've been looking for a new template. I like this one, but I think it looks a little too...formal? for my purposes. I also want to be able to use colored fonts. For some reason I can't use them in this template. I've tried others and can do it in the others so I know it's not that I'm just doing it wrong. The problem is, I don't like any of the other templates that blogger has. So I've been trying to modify a couple. There is always one part that I really want to change but can't figure it out. My html knowledge is limited, I'm learning but not fast enough. So anyway it is taking a little time for this change to occur. Eventually I will come to a decision about what to change to. And when I do, I will change it. I will also be adding some new links, and probably removing some too. I just want a simple template, one where I can change the font colors. I also would like to be able to display pictures in the template. Does anyone know where I can get a template like this? I haven't been able to find on that I like so far.
I've always had problems keeping journals. As my journals go this one has been a success. I think it may be my longest running journal ever. But I'm afraid that I might be running out of things to say. If that's even possible. I don't know, it just seems like there are less things I want to write about. Maybe I'm just in a lull. I don't really have all that much going on, so maybe that's the problem. I guess at this point only time will tell. In any case. I really enjoy reading other people's blogs. I've been lucky in that I've found some very entertaining blogs. So anyway, there isn't really a point to this post, so stop looking for it.
What's up with this font color thing?
How do I change it?
I can't figure it out, I've tried all the html I can find, it works in the edit window, but not on the web-page
This should be red.
But instead of red it is just smaller--what is that about?
It has to be in the template.
But I can't find it.
I'll Make Your Office Look Like Baghdad
Have I mentioned where I work yet? I can't remember. My office is in charge of the state's teacher's certification exams. We do all kinds of stuff. From development to administration. We design the tests, give the tests, score the tests, we do statistical tests on the scores, we even sell study guides for the tests. It's a pretty huge grant. Especially when you consider how many people it takes to do all of this. We have to pay professors and teachers to come in and review current tests and produce new test items. We have to pay all the proctors for the exams. We have to pay all the normal office help, like me, etc, etc...
I love babies. One of my goals in life is to have a couple kids. But between volunteering in the OB department at the hospital when I was in highschool, and the crazies I talk to at work who are the future teachers of my potential children, sometimes I wonder if having kids is such a great idea. And trust me I do talk to A LOT of crazies. Crazies who want to be teachers.
When we got the grant to do the administration of the exam we had to get a new office building (for more room), it's at a different location. It didn't take us too long to figure out that it would have to be a secure location. The crazy teachers don't have a problem showing up and threatening people. So now the other office is secure. The glass is tinted and you have to have a key to get in. They don't open the door for anyone.
Today a really great call came in to the other office. It's really not uncommon to get malicious calls. This guy was mad, I don't know about what. He said he knew the location of both offices. He said, "I'm going to make your office look like Baghdad." I don't know. Sounds like a threat to me. Aren't bomb threats like a federal offense or something?
So, some future teacher threatened my life and I didn't even find out about it until later. Did they call the cops? No. But now at least, if he keeps calling, they will. I can't believe they had his name, and SSN and didn't do anything about it. He just threatened your life. Your just going to allow him to become a teacher and teach my kids? Come on people!
I'm seriously rethinking the whole having kids thing. I don't want my kids to be taught by someone like this.
I have several friends who intend to become teachers. None of my friends are crazy, but I never seem to talk to any sane people at work. I hope that the crazy people I have to deal with at work don't rub off on my sane friends. I don't need that kind of pleasantness.
Also, I only have two days left, can we please hold off on the threats until after I'm gone? Thanks, I'd appreciate it.
Elevator Conduct
In a class once we discussed social norms. For example, when in an elevator with people you don't know the norm is to stand quietly with eyes averted from other passengers until you reach your floor. Today, I met someone who decided this was not a good idea. Even before we got on the elevator the guy was talking to me. I don't know who he was, and really he didn't say much, just "Hi, how are you?" I replied automatically (as I always do to this question) "Good, how are you?" We then get on the elevator, he says, "I would be better if I didn't have all my finals today." I smile politely and avert my eyes (as social norm dictates). He then begins talking about how he will do in the class depending on what he gets on the exams. Blah, blah, blah. Finally the elevator arrives at my floor and relieved I get off.
So, the moral of the story. Don't talk to me on the elevator, and if you are going to talk to me, it had better be about something a lot more interesting than your grades. I don't care about
your grades, I don't know you.
I'M DONE!!!!
As of today, at 12:00 I am officially done. I have taken the absolute last exam of my undergraduate career. It's over. Finished. Done. Of course, I can't celebrate too much 'cause technically only half-way through with this college thing. But I'm just happy it's over with. I've decided I'm not taking the job that my boss offered me. I'm just going to go home and try to temp. for a while. If it works out right it should be a good situation, I can take all the time off I need and still get some money. And I have some money in the bank so, it should be okay. Also this summer I will be buying a laptop and a digital camera. So if anyone has any suggestions I could use some advice.
Okay, that's it for now.
The Mass Exodus Has Begun.
The snowbirds are now leaving. I know because I was forced to share the road with them. I drove home after attending my very LAST regular class as an undergraduate *does little dance*. The traffic was really bad, worse than any rush hour
traffic before a holiday weekend has ever been. Practically every license tag was out of state. But at least they are going home. I won't have to drive behind them anymore.
And the reason I was on the road today? Why, I was coming home, of course. There is a GIGANTIC garage sale going on here. The whole family brought stuff and completely filled up our back garage. It was hot. There were a lot of people.
And I decided I would actually make gravy like I
said I would. I used the recipe I saw
here, that came from
here. I thought that the recipe called for too much milk, or not enough flour, so I consulted my
Aunt Doris and Aunt Imagean (scroll down), who
know how to make gravy and they assured me that it sounded about right. I was still a little worried but it turned out pretty good, in fact I like that method better than the other way I used to make it. I think it was easier. I made it tonight and put it in the fridge. Tomorrow I will warm it up so that people can eat it at
7:00am (when the garage sale opens). I decided to make it tonight so I don't have to wake up so early. I'm tired enough already.
My Official Work Title
Head pencil sharpener, copy maker, label sticker, stuff doer. Though I am also good at entering orders, answering phones, binding stuff, and playing with the tape.
Scary Stuff
In my dev. psych. class today we talked about some statistics. They are pretty scary. 1/3-1/2 of teenagers report either never using or rarely using contraception. And 1 in 6 has an STD. We are talking 15 year olds here. This means that if you were to walk into a highschool right now 1 in every 6 of those students would have an STD. What's really scary is that this is the age where they're thinking "that won't happen to me." I never imagined the rate was so high. This means that any highschool kid with at least six friends most likely knows someone with an STD. 1 in 6. 1 in 6
teenagers. 1 in 6. And the Bush's are only funding abstinence only campaigns. Those campaigns can't be working. 1 in 6.
33620 Jobs
The average receptionist in my area makes $11/hr. ($22,393 annually). SecretaryII: $13.50 ($26,943). Data Entry Clerk II: $11.60 ($23,174). Photocopy Operator: $12.45 ($24,897). None of these jobs require a college degree. And generally only require 3 years of experience or less. So the question is: If you had a college degree and the experience would you do any of these jobs (or some combination of them) for $9.00/hr.? And what if there were no better prospects? It's a toss-up really.
All figures were obtained from
Salary.com for the 33620 zip code. All hourly wages were computed assuming a forty four work week, with a two week unpaid vacation. These are base salaries; they do not include bonuses or benefits.
Also, I would like to point out that a photocopy operator makes an average of $1.45 more than a receptionist. I once asked the photo-copy guy how many staples the machine holds, he thought I was crazy, but I knew that I was going to be the one refilling the machine. I don't make $12.45/hr.
Pretty sure that the final edits I did on my thesis will be the end of it. Still no word from FAMU--I'm currently right next door to going crazy.
I went to burger king for lunch. I was in the mood for some psuedo-italian fast food. I was going to get that italian chicken sandwich they've been advertising all over the place. It was discontinued. I was like, "okay, now what am I supposed to eat?"
I haven't gotten any decent e-mail in DAYS...But this morning when I sat down to do the final edits on my thesis (in a completely distraction free environment) yahoo keeps busting in *DOOIINNG!!!* I must have gotten 15 e-mails in three hours. I could have used that e-mail yesterday, when I wasn't doing anything productive. Spread out the wealth people!
Today, I spent a lot of time not doing what I was supposed to be doing. Instead I surfed the internet. I found
this site. It has at least two quotes from The Matrix. I watched that this weekend, and then promptly recorded over it.
I guess that's a good excuse to buy the dvd.
Hey Stupid
So, if I was a dentist and I decided I needed a web-site, I would definitely choose
heystupid.com.
Who'd'a Thunk It?
According to
IA, there are people out there who buy used sneakers on ebay. As he said, if you don't believe it check it out at
ebay. If I had a digital camera I would have already added several new auctions to ebay. I was just thinking today that I needed a new pair of shoes for summer, and I was trying to figure out how to justify the expense. Now I don't have to. I'll just sell all my old shoes, and use the money for new shoes. Perfect.
Oatmeal Creme Pies
You know I haven't had an oatmeal creme pie in ages. I havne't even thought about one, but a couple minutes ago I saw one in the vending machine, and I couldn't resist. And...when I got back to my office I reaslized that it is a double decker, you know, three oatmeal cookies and two layers of creme. It is really excellent, I might have to get another, but I don't even want to think about how much fat is in those things.
And now I have to go study for an exam. Behavior modification. I hate that class. I've said so all along. I hate the class. I hate the teacher. I hate the subject. And I hate that it is from 6-9pm. And all along people have said, "oh, it's not so bad...he's a pretty good teacher, I like him." But now people are starting to see it my way. He has assigned us this project. We have to study flash cards and determine how many answers we can get right in a minute, and how we improve over the course of one week. EXCEPT, we won't be tested on the information from the flash cards, in fact, today is our last test. We don't have to know this. I don't have time to study everyday, which is required. And aparently neither does anyone else. So, now it's not just me daydreaming about stabbing the man repeatedly in the eye with my pencil.
Lesbian Shoes
Okay, first I have to say this post is not meant to be derogatory in any way. It's just a funny story I would like to share.
So, my friend Lori is getting married. To Gene. I'm a bridesmaid. A while back Gene and Lori drove to Tampa to see Gene's grandmother who had just been released from the hospital. Lori was nervous, because while she had known Gene's parent since she was a kid she didn't really know his grandmother, and it was the first time she had seen her since they announced the wedding (if she had ever met her at all). So they go and Lori works hard to make a good impression. But...His grandmother turns out to be a not so nice in-law. The grandmother keeps insulting Lori, but Lori is probably the most angelic person I know, and would never comment on this. So the insults are flying. And I guess the grandmother got desperate because nothing really seemed to upset Lori too much. Not even the crack about her cooking. So she makes this completely insane remark about how Lori was wearing "Lesbian Shoes." Now, I know Lori, and I can tell you she isn't a lesbian, and in case the grandmother missed this key fact, Lori is marrying the grandson.
I'm sure that when Lori told me the story one of my first questions was, "what kind of shoes were you wearing?" But I immediately forgot, simply because of how silly the whole concept was. I mean what kind of shoes are lesbian shoes anyway? Do they have little labels on the toes that say "Lesbian"?
So the week after I hear this story I had to attend a conference, and of course, I left all my dress clothes at home. So I had to go to the mall and buy something, which was fine since my dress clothes need updating every now and then. The thing was, I also needed to buy shoes. But I didn't want to spend a lot of money on them, since it was kinda last minute, and I wasn't sure how much use I would get out of them.
I picked out a pair of shoes that were on sale and as I was trying them on I thought of Lori's lesbian shoes, and I started to wonder whether the shoes I had just chosen could be considered lesbian shoes. They probably could. So now they are well known as
my "Lesbian shoes." And I am proud of them. And everytime I wear them I think of Lori's story. I have to say I can't imagine some old woman even speaking of lesbians. I think it's kinda funny. And I am soooo glad she won't be one of my in-laws.
P.S. I wore them today.
Soupy Cars
First I would like to pose a question. Why do they refer to a car as suped (souped?) up? I have two theories. Either it is refering to making it super. Or it's like soup, you just keep adding stuff (I believe that my mom was the one to bring this possiblility to me--in any case I refer to all cars that have been messed with as soupy).
Next I would like to point out that I like cars, and I don't normally mind driving, though I hate traffic, and I don't normally like to ride in cars with other people.
Okay, now I would like to say, if you decide to make your car soupy, then you should make sure it actually goes. It is not cool to make your car all loud if the car has no pick up. If my 4 cylinder camry could beat your car in a road race then it is probably not a good idea to draw attention to your sorry piece of junk by purposely making it the loudest car on the road. Also it is not cool to put racing lights on your dodge neon. Also, if you are one of the frat guys who belong to the house on 42nd, then you need to fix your cars or stop driving in front on me. I am tired of driving 20 miles an hour down the road behind your roaring car because your dumb butt thinks it's cool to trade drive for volume.
Next I would like to tell everyone that the guy behind me at the light on 42nd and fletcher was talking to an invisible passenger. At first I thought he was singing, he wasn't. Then I thought he was just yelling at the radio, he wasn't. I realized he was talking to an invisible passenger, he kept looking over to the passenger seat as he was making points, it was interesting. And I would like to tell you about the guy in the car next to us at the light who was laughing at the crazy guy with his friends who were in the car. Laughing guy, you have no room to laugh, you were folded into a cherry red VW beetle.
Tax Day
Most people think of April 15 as tax day. I however, didn't even realize the deadline until a couple minutes ago.
I filed my taxes at least a week and a half ago, and yesterday when I talked to my mom she said I had already recieved my refund check. Today was thesis day. And after a delay, I acutally presented, it wasn't too bad, I got an A. Can't get any better than that. All I have to do now, is complete the final edits, have copies bound and distribute copies to everyone in the world. Well maybe not everyone, but it seems like it, I think the honors guy told me it will be $16 for two bound copies, I can't even imagine how much it will be for all the bound copies I'm going to need. Well, I'm mentally worn out, so that's all I'm going to say on the topic.
So, in my down time I went shopping. Of course I didn't sit around and practice my presentation. Are you kidding? 5 hours of practicing a 20 minute (if I'm lucky, and don't get interupted) presentation. Instead I went to the mall. And I bought 4, count them 4 new bras. Buy 2 get 2 free. Very excited about this. I'm wearing one right now. I bought other stuff too. Just thought I'd tell you.
This is How it Went Down
Sooo...For those of you who don't know, I was to present my thesis at 9:30 this morning. Thanks to all the people who wished me good luck. I woke up at 6:15 so I could be there at 8:00 and get things ready--copies, etc... Was late, arrived at 8:15. At 9:00 I move to the conference room, copies, laptop, and huge binder in hand. At 9:15 someone brought me a projector. Hooked it up, everything worked just like it should. Ran thru the presentation as best I could with all the people interupting. Holly brought bagels, I had half a sesame bagel (my favorite--that was very nice of her--Don't let me forget to send flowers). We sat Holly, Scott and I, waiting for Deborah. Holly calls her, she doesn't answer, we wait more, not a big deal--it's not like I really want to do this anyway. Deborah calls, her father had a stroke, and she has another appointment that she is late for. We reschedule. 3:15 today. So, I'm still in a state of thesis flux.
Last Night I Almost Died
Okay, so that's probably a little bit of an exageration. First let me give you a little background. Last night I made brownies for Nikky's soccer banquet. I was going to make them from scratch but the didn't have any unsweetened chocolate at the store, so I got a box. We decided that one box wasn't enough, so I went back and got another, and while I was out I got a movie too (Maid in Manhattan). So I came home and put the other batch of brownies in the oven, and put the movie in. While I was waiting for the brownies to cook, I painted my nails. It's really an awesome color, it's white irridescent (Sally Henson). Then the oven timer goes off and I get up to check to see if the brownies are done, but as I'm walking I notice that my lip is swelling. So I walked over to my mom and asked her to look at my lip, and she told that yes, my upper lip was swelling, but could I go turn the oven timer off before I go look in the mirror. So then I'm all panicking. My lip is swelling for no reason. But I go turn the timer, the brownies aren't done, leave them in the oven.
Mom: Maybe it's a fever blister.
Me: Fever blisters don't suddenly form in a couple minutes. And I've never gotten one before.
So we move into the kitchen to check the brownies again.
Mom: You aren't handling this very well
Me: This sucks, this kind of thing doesn't happen to anyone else.
Mom: These things happen to people all the time.
Me: Other people's lips don't just start swelling up like this. I could be dying.
Mom: Maybe it's because you ate too much chocolate. (from the brownies)
Me: You can never have too much chocolate.
Nikky: Did a spider bite you on the lip?
Me: I hope not (sarcastically)
Nikky: Well you know, the average person eats eight spiders in their life time. I could have happened.
Me: I don't think it was a spider.
Nikky: Yeah, she could be dying.
Then we move back into the living room, after the brownies are done. And I notice my bottom lip is a little swollen too(on the same sind as the top lip). Now, I've already washed my top lip, in case it was an allergic reaction to something, even though I can't figure out what it would have been a reaction to. And my mom says "yeah, your bottom lip is a little swollen too." So it is an alergic reaction to something I put in my mouth. And it took a while, but I finally decided I was having an alergic reaction to fingernail polish lid, which I had stuck in my mouth while cleaning up the edges of my nails. So I missed a little of the movie, I don't think I missed anything important, it was an okay movie, not the greatest. The guy could have been better looking.
And this morning my lip is fine. So I guess maybe I didn't almost die.
Last Night
Last night I knew I had a long night ahead of me. I had to review all the revisions my thesis director wanted me to make. In order to this I first had to read what I wrote, then read what she wrote, and then decide what exactly it was she wanted me to do--sometimes this was difficult. Then I had to insert all the tables and figures. It shouldn't take as long as it did. SPSS produces tables for you, but then you have to go in and type the actual item names (instead of the abbreviations you used when entering the data), then you have to move stuff around, and delete columns, it wasn't too bad, but it took time. So about 12:30 I am finally done. I thought I was doing good, I had planned on it taking longer. My thesis director had asked me to get it to her this morning, but I had to work this morning, so I told her I would e-mail it to her the night before--which I would have done, if my internet hadn't magically ceased to work. I completely freaked out, if it hadn't been the middle of the night I would have been on the phone screaming at everyone who would listen about how I absolutely needed internet and I needed it NOW! But it was the middle of the night, so I restarted my computer, and messed with settings (it wireless, so I did a site survey to find out if there was a better signal available). Nothing worked. So I decided to take a break, relax, give it some time. I turned on the TV. The cable was out. Then I start to think about all the possible conspiracy theories, like maybe they are watching me and they know how important it is for me to get this paper out, so they took out my internet. And just to make sure I didn't forget to dwell on this they decided to take out the cable too. I'm a very anxious person, if you haven't figured that out by now. So anyway, I finally decide that I will wait until morning to send it. I figured by then everything should be fixed. I woke up at 7:15, and turned on my computer. Nope, not working. Messed with it for a while, still not working. Took a shower and when I came out it was back like magic. I sent the e-mail and the document, I hope it got to her. And the cable is back too. Soooo crisis averted. But I'm still mad.
Work
So today at work Toni said that she and Mary wanted me to stay thru the summer. She said that since I will have a degree they can offer me a lot more money. I don't know what she means by a lot, and she said she would find out exactly, so I guess we will see. The problem is I already subleased my apartment, so I don't have a place to live here. Toni said she could rent me a room in her house, but it is like 45 min, from here. The good thing is that it's about 45 min. from home too. I just don't know what to do, I think it's all going to depend on how much the a lot of money is. If it truely is a lot, and I don't just mean like a dollar more an hour than I make now, then I may consider it. But bottom line. It had better be a lot a lot.
Hey Sunshine
I'm going to start calling everyone sunshine. There are several reasons for this.
1) I think it's kinda quaint.
2) Now I won't have to remember the names of every single insignificant aquaintance.
3) I think it would make everyone feel better. Wouldn't it be nice if someone called you sunshine after a bad day?
4) It could be worse. I could have chosen sweet cheeks (or insert other demeaning nickname here).
Hooters and Pedophiles
Listened to the radio on my way home. Apparently some superintendent took some 8th graders to Hooters. And some parents found out, of course. This was probably not the smartest idea, but I don't see that much of a problem here. Being a heterosexual woman I've never really felt a need to go to Hooters, and so I've never been. But as I'm listening to all the controversy over this I'm thinking, it's just a restaurant where wings are served by girls in skimpy clothes, right? I'm not mistaken am I? There's nothing more going on right? And then this woman calls in and talks about how Hooters "promotes fornication and perversion" and how she doesn't appreciate hearing about it on the radio. Well it could have been the TV--and if you don't like it change the station. And then I thought fornication? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I would have heard about it if there was fornication going on. So then the radio deejay was like, "What Hooters have I been going to?" I actually think they are going to check out all the Hooters bars in the area just to make sure they aren't missing out on the fornication and perversion. That woman's call didn't do anything to help her case, I could have told her that before she called. Honestly I probably wouldn't be too happy if someone took my 8th grader to Hooters, but I also don't think it's the end of the world. So in the end, after the crazy woman's call I'm totally on the radio stations side, and I hope that superintendent doesn't lose his job.
Did you know if go to
thesaurus.com and type in religious one of the synonyms is ethical. I beg to differ. There are plenty of religous catholic priests out there, and a few of them are popping up as pedophiles. Now these pedophiles may be religious but I don't think anyone is going to argue that they are ethical. While they may, for the most part be synonymous they aren't always. It's like a rectangle is not always a square, but it can be under certain circumstances. Just wanted to let you know.
According to MS Word,
Dictionary.com and
m-w.com manualized is not a word. So, ""Seeking Safety" is a manualized treatment intervention for patients diagnosed with co-morbid Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and a substance abuse disorder." This sentence should be fixed. Manualized is not a word, not a real word anyway. But I like it. I'm going to keep it. Who cares about the dictionary anyway?
Politics
I heard on CNN that the US military is in Baghdad. They told all the Iraqis that they should stay off the streets or that they would be shot. This is not amusing. They just pulled up outside and announced "We are here to save you; if we see you we will shoot you." I know they have their reasons, but I don't really think this was the way to do it. It has just increased my loathing level by a bazillion. I didn't want to go to war, I didn't like the reasons, I'm not comfortable with the patriot act, and I am really not comfortable with the fact that we are acting without UN backing. But we did go to war, and since there was nothing I could do about it, I accepted it. I am resigned to the fact that people are dying. Since we are there, and Saddam really is a not nice person, we might as well do this. I wouldn't have chosen it, but it wasn't my decision. Now I pray that it will end very soon, before more people die, before they call Jenn up. She's not worried, I am. It upsets her that other people worry.
It upsets me that September 11 has been used as a cause for this war. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Bin Laden is not Hussein. The only time they have been linked has been in vague references that the president has made while trying to justify the war. There has been no proof. If there was proof surely we would have seen it, it would have been publicized. Everyone would be able to quote it chapter and verse. There is no proof. It upsets me because when they justify this war based on September 11, it's using those innocent victims' deaths as cause for more innocent deaths. It dishonors those that we lost in an extreme manner. It should be intolerable, but no one seems to notice.
A few years ago someone broke into our house (on Valentine's Day), so we had an alarm system installed in our house (which is odd for our area, because some people don't even lock their doors--we did, but that didn't stop them). And anyway, I still have a hard time remembering it sometimes (probably I don't live at home very often). If you enter the house from the garage the tone doesn't sound to remind you to turn off the alarm, so I forget. Today, I forgot again, luckily my mom said something before it went off and I just stood still until she turned it off. But sometimes if your really stealthy you can't make it pretty far into the house before it gets you--but it always gets you. Once I made it all the way to the computer, had it on, and had dialed up before it went off. It scared the begeezes out of me. And once I made it all the way to the couch and plopped down. This time I remembered that I didn't turn it off so I just layed there really still wondering what I should do. That time I walked REALLY slow (fooling the motion sensor) and actually was able to make it back to the panel to turn the alarm off. Most of the time I just scare myself to death. Of course, there are times when I come in the front door and the tone (to remind to to turn it off) scares me too. I think it's like some wierd torture device used to startle me at the most unexpected times.
Then driving back to my apartment today I was thinking that it was really bright. I knew that the days had been getting longer, so the daylight lasted longer, but today I knew things were different. It seemed much earlier in the day. I spent a lot of time being amazed by this. Then I remembered the time change.
I never said I was real swift.
Last night I did my very last organic chemistry lab paper. And today I went to my very last organic chemistry lab. We didn't do the lab--YEA! I have such a cool lab TA. So since I got out of class early (like 3 and a half hours) I went to buy my honors sash for graduation. It seems that nothing ever goes like it should. Soooo...I get there and the girl at the desk tells me that she can't make a receipt for it for another half hour. But, she can still take the order, so I went ahead and ordered it anyway, I figured I did it by check so that was good enough; I was NOT going to stand there for half an hour. And then the girl just kept on talking: blah, blah, blah. And I'm kinda backing away trying to disengage the conversation and she keeps talking, and I'm saying, "Well, thank you" and she's still talking. Geez...I gotta go, and she's still talking. But anyway finally she stopped (but of course you knew that, or I wouldn't be writing this). And then I drove myself home. On the way a prison guy that was cleaning the road waved at me. So, somebody was happy to see me, even if it was as I drove away, hoping that I didn't really know him.
Seeing
"Chicago" tonight, hope it is good.
Guess What!
Exactly one month from today I will be graduated!
I think people who ride their bikes in the road, right next to the sidewalk, deserve to get run over.
Today, Cindy had another bake sale for the pre-law society, and being nice co-workers we decided to buy some cookies. Cookies are always welcome, but these cookies were a little...well done. So I decided that I would bake cookies tonight and take them into work. I was going to try to talk my sister into sending me the recipe for my grandmother's peanut butter cookies (with reese's pb cups), but I didn't get a chance to talk to her. So I decided I would make regular cookies (chocolate chip or something), but I had a test this evening and by the time I left I really didn't feel like it--but I still wanted the cookies. So I bought those pull apart cookies and made them. They are perfectly done. My family doesn't even make Christmas cookies, but I'm not too bad at the pull aparts, and I manage to not burn them most of the time. So for dinner I had a publix sub, and some fresh, warm cookies, and soon I will bag them up and tomorrow I will take them to work and share with the masses. I'm such a good co-worker (really).
And I talked to my mom...the corn is okay! (I love to start sentences with and, just because every english teacher in the world says you can't)
This year I developed a problem. I find it really hard to wake up when it is dark in the morning. But now with summer coming nearer and the days getting longer, it is light when I wake up in the morning. So now I wake up BEFORE my alarm goes off, notice it is daylight, FREAK out because I think I might have slept in, check my clock, see that I haven't, wonder if the time on my clock is wrong, decide I can't sleep without knowing for sure, get OUT of bed to check another clock to make sure my alarm is right, see that it is right, and try to sleep for the few minutes until my alarm actually goes off. This happens all the time. I have no idea how to make it stop.
