again, i should be sleeping.

in the last two days, i've gotten a ton of work done.  there's still the little details of sending left, but i'm hoping to get that done tomorrow.

there's an article i wanted to blog about, but i'm tired.  here's the link.

how every photo on flickr ended up on sale this weekend.

i know many of us use flickr for hosting and sharing. . .  and something like this frightens me to no end.  i put my trust [probably foolishly] in my "all rights reserved" listing, and the security features that keep downloads and printing to myself only.  but really, the information is there.  anyone with a smidge of programming knowledge could probably hack the API and get on in there.  /sigh

see, this is what blogging is about.  half-asleep ramblings that eventually have a point.

a point.

right?

::eek::

i just wanted to mention that i finished not one, but two projects tonight.  i love finishing projects, especially photography projects.  aaron's calendar days are going to be the BEST on the boat.  and my portfolio is edited and ready, along with my resume, for submission to the Mountain Workshops.  CDs are burned - crap, labels are not ready.  i'll have to make something up at work.

i feel accomplished.

where I saw this:: we all can do our part & look stylish while doing good ...

What is that you ask? A bracelet? A napkin ring? A something or other?

NO! It's a coffee cup don't burn your hand-er....and a bracelet..

excerpt from veer.com (merch) where you can buy it for only $65 ....

"Answer the siren call of the coffee shop in style. When your drink is called, the Coffee Cuff slips off your wrist and onto your cup, taking the place of a cardboard sleeve. Your hand stays cool and so does your environmental footprint – Coffee Cuffs are shaped by hand from reclaimed black walnut veneer. Designed by Contexture"

Is this for real?

Like seriously?

I should be sleeping....

It is so nice outside tonight, I wish it could stay like this all year long!

Do you think it to be horrible that I use the as the icon for a folder marked Inspiration?

• The crazy WomanChild left, but didn't go without a temper tantrum that should keep her from being picked up in bars for months.
• The Religious Girls were hitting on everything in the bars
• Krista with a K sat pretty, encouraging my case of her as a favorite... though saying the country was kind of boring won't help her in the long run.
• Stacey wouldn't shut up.  Maybe she got a concussion when she hit her head... and the fun is underway as the girls start to backstab.

Solo on the Big Brown Couch - where I try to keep from taking up residence - away we go, after the jump.

With no discussion about last week, some of the girls get the bright idea to wash his truck. Instead, they start a water fight, until Mama walks up, taking all the girls into a quilting shop.  Crazy fun in cowtown!

Aside - one of my favorite parts of the show is when Kanisha walks into somewhere in the town and everyone has to stop and stare.  Not that I have lived places like that at all.

The girls chat up the older ladies about what are they looking and seeing so far with farm life... and here come the claws!  Backstabbing and criticizing about fake connections and how "in love" they are lead to Brooke using the first "You don't know me" of the series!  Damn - I picked Stacey in the pool.

The backwhispering continues back at the house until Matt pulls up, when the Play Nice begins.  Ashley is actually twirling her hair as she talks to the farmer.  It is Tractor Race Time!

Yes, Farmer Frank needs some help... doing something.  His field is harvested and the bales already made.  First to get their bales to the bean field sits pretty this week.  Going to be awful tough, given most of his fleet is Model B tractors, it looks like.  Farmer Frank should get himself over to his local dealer in Jerseyville to update those machines - get himself an 8 Series Tractor and Baler - just saying.  He teaches the gals to drive a tractor - note to Lisa, heels are likely not going to be a good choice - and the "basics" leave them confused.  Kanisha cannot even get her tractor started, allowing Matt to come to her rescue.  Krista has her win all but sealed for the second week when she drops a bale off five feet from the end.  The slight delay gives the win to... commercial... Brooke.  But only by the length of a nipple.

Now that they've worked hard, it is time to play - and it is barbeque night.  Which to be fair, looks more like a grill out than a barbeque (sorry - pet peeve).  With the food grilled, it is Matt's turn:

• Lisa wants to know what he thinks about the City Girls.  He is impressed.
• Lisa follows up if he is really ready to be married.  He is, if he really loves the girl.
• Krista asks if he is ready to be completely honest, which seems to be off-putting to him since he fees he has been.  Stacey asks what qualities he is looking for, and Matt says attitude (long camera pause on Krista) and honesty.  Not everyone is attracted to everyone, he continues, but he feels he has a good crop (rimshot!) here.  Tomorrow's group date will require a bikini.  Yay.

The girls are getting really dolled up for going to the river for swimming - make up, curled hair, and little heeled flip-flops.  Mama cooked for the picnic - a sign, girls! - and as they discuss it, Matt voiceovers about what a solid choice Amanda would be, saying "You can't go wrong with her."  Foreshadow much?

As they eat, Ashley proposes "Would you rather...":

• Ashley to Matt: Make out with Farmer Frannie or suck the big toe of the bingo caller?  He picks Frannie, the 95 year old pig farmer.  I think he has an anti-foot fetish.
• Matt to Ashley:  Rather make out with Brooke or Lisa? He has my interest.  She chooses Brooke, and I am more intrigued.
• Matt to Stacey: Rather say that every lady here is themself in front of him or someone different in the house without him around?  I think this answer is obvious, but glances go all around.
• Krista to Matt: Rather have a wife with a 9 to 5 job, or a wife on the farm.  the guitar strings go awry on the soundtrack, and again, the Harbringer of Doom appears to be upon us.  I don't think your ample bosom will help you.  He says her working on the farm would be icing on the cake, which is not really an answer.
• Lisa to Matt: Rather live a week and do something awesome, or live to 100 and be just normal.  He responds by saying last one to the water is a rotten egg.

As they horse in the water, Matt loses his tree limb-as-bat and hits Krista in the hand with it.  She goes to sit in the truck and the rest of the gals continue having fun.  Titus actually makes a funny, saying he is sorry his big wood hurt her.  Not as much cleavage as one would expect in this scene.

Back home... Elimination by Quilt!  Miss Sharon will embroider the name of the girl going home on a picture of a bunch of birds.  This is excruciiating on TV.  I am sure live it was just brutal to the girls.  Anyway, after mixing up the letters, it is Krista.  She cries, and I am ticked too.  Seems like a double kick, given he almost broke her hand.

He chooses Amanda (our Alexis Bidel look-a-like) for the one-on-one date, and Brooke looks pissed.  Not the Christian way, dear.  For their date, he takes her... dinner with Mom and Dad.  Mom asks what she thinks about being this farmer's wife, and she replies "He is hot.  And he likes to make people feel good."  The steel guitar goes awry, til they laugh.  Mom and Dad loved her, he says in the barn, and that he thinks she will be around for quite awhile.  He gives her a kiss - with tongue! - as he drops her off.  The girls spy and look distraught.

As they pan to the full fall moon, there's a quick snap-back.  Brooke and Lisa are stealing the Big Red Truck to go see Matt.  In the middle of the night.  He has a mason jar and looks half asleep, so he is probably drunk.  He also doesn't look too pleased, and as they drive home, they opine if they have just screwed themselves and guaranteed they will be sent home next week.  My guess - yeah.

But who cares - because next week we square dance!

My apologies for the late posting and the lack of funny.  This week was a lot of hard skips and cuts with little flow to the show.  Plus, I am drinking bourbon.  It is good.  Join me again next week - or as the rest of the world calls it, "tomorrow" - to see who puts the ho in ho down.  Possibly in rhyme.

2. "Parent Trap" was Lindsay Lohan's best movie performance. And anyone who disagrees should be prepared to duel. To the death.

3. Sometimes I get depressed with the idea that I would be just a little bit better at everything if I just had a little bit more time.

4. I'm teaching a unit about Pirates in June. Not because I've found amazing resources on pirates, but because I think pirates are fun. And my theory involving grade two education goes something like this:
1 part educational content + 2 parts FUN = unbridled joy.
And quite possibly a scavenger hunt. And one of my professional goals is to have as many scavenger hunts as possible.

5. The world can be divided into Sawyer people or Jack people. I am a Jack person. Because when I see Jack, I feel like I swallowed a rainbow. And because Jack washes his hair.

Now. Vegas. There's so much to say, it's hard to figure out where to start. So, let's do it this way. Below are 10 statements. Some are true and some are false. Figure out which ones are true, and you will have a pretty good idea of the awesomeness that was my trip. And if you are the first person to get them all right- I will send you a big, heaping pile of smiles.

1. I rode an elevator with a groom and a bride in her wedding dress. TRUE

2. I went to STOMP and am now a hand-clapping, foot-stomping lunatic. TRUE

3. I got the greatest picture of the fountains! FALSE. It was on our list of things to do but... it just never got done.

4. I rented a car, drove to the Hoover dam and took pictures of my friend in a plastic construction cap. TRUE! YEAH!!

5. I fell in lust with a Republican named Matt. FALSE. I COULD NEVER.

6. I made $6 by rating shampoo scents and a scary movie theatre trailer while drinking from a 16 ounce container filled with strawberry margarita love. TRUE. The movie is called "Creep" and is about the Nazi occult (I think??). When the creepy, gore-filled trailer comes out- don't blame me. I gave it poor marks.

7. Victoria's Secret screwed up my purchase and I walked out with a t-shirt I didn't pay for. TRUE. Seriously. I've got mondo good luck when it comes with the free clothes yo!

8. I spent too much money on blackjack. FALSE. I gambled once on the last day. I lost $25, my friend made money, then we split her money and I won on that. I think we ended up $7 ahead. I'd much rather spend the money on clothes than gambling.

9. I stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower. TRUE. Paris Hotel, you are beautiful!

10. A strange man told his friend he wanted to suck my toe rings. HARD. TRUE. Uncomfortable in so many ways....

As for calling Vegas, "LV"- that was inspired from a conversation where it was decided that calling Vegas "the V" just didn't feel right. And by that I mean, it didn't seem correct to label a city that holds so many wonderful shopping centers and works of art a name that reminded me of the word vagina.

Now. I'm off to print photos, unpack, catch up on blogs (google reader- I'm refreshed! Your smug triple digit number of 'unread posts' does not scare me. I shall win this battle!), nap and dream about a time where breakfast was free and someone else made my bed when I left my room.

Sigh. Anyone want to plan a trip??

(Oh! Also... time to share a little known dorky interesting fact about me. When I first went to the US in the late 90's, I got a few quarters that had the states on them. For reasons I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, this idea of collecting all fifty state quarters settled into my brain and it became an obsession. Collecting these quarters while living in Canada was difficult because our dollar was always so bad that people held onto American money here like it was a piece of the Holy Grail- or the key to getting your hair to look identical to Jen Aniston's. After the big LV trip however, I'm pleased to report that I'm much closer to my goal. States I currently have: Utah, California, Connecticut, West Virgina, Maine, Delaware, Rhode Island, Texas, Louisiana, California, Michigan and Wyoming. If you have any states that I don't have and want to do some sort of trade, LET ME KNOW!)

I never wanted to be the daughter who would avoid her fathers calls, but here I am.

I never wanted to be a teacher who uses stickers as bribes when she's at the end of her rope and thinking of tying a noose, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the person who started off every sentence " I'm so exhausted I can't...", but here I am.

I never wanted to be person who went to work with unmatched socks because she hasn't done laundry since mid-February, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the teacher who closed her door at recess, turned off the lights and had a mini cry because she's feeling so overwhelmed, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the celiac's sufferer who would be so tired she would eat bun for dinner rather than make something that didn't make her sick, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the Canadian citizen who didn't vote, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the blonde who just asked her Telus operator what the difference was between her P.I.N and her personal identification number, but here I am.

I never wanted to be that teacher who wished one student wouldn't come to school because the day is so much easier when he's not there, yet here I am.

I never wanted to be that person who felt like they were failing at life because as much as they worked, as late as they stayed up, as early as they set their alarm- they just couldn't get everything done, but here I am.

I never wanted to be that person who got insanely excited at the idea of seeing wax figures in person, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the girl who almost cried while getting her taxes done when she learned that because of a jerk employer, she's getting a 1/5th of what she got last year as a tax return, but here I am.

I never wanted to be a blogger who wrote entire posts that were self indulgent complaints, yet here I am.

I'm in a bit of a report card induced mania right now. Regular commenting and fascinating postings relating to drinking games and the contents of my closet to return shortly.

And for the record, I really did ask the Telus woman what the difference was between a PIN and a personal identification number, because my brain can only hold so much information, and apparently common sense was the first to go. Right now, it's filled with intelligence regarding magnets, bugs, contractions and all works by Robert Munsch. I couldn't cram even one new fact into my head if someone bribed me with an unseen episode of The Hills and/or the promise of world peace.

Oh and Hillary? Sigh. I can't even muster the words to discuss what happened. The only thing that would improve my outlook on life right now is a nap.

Or seven minutes in heaven with George Clooney.

I'm talking funny. I can feel it. The reason for this is the following:

Cramming in the 'speare + little sleep + plus frantic excitement over OBAMA's current run + spending everyday with an army of children who still need to be reminded that scratching their butts with both hands for an extended period of time while in public is considered rude.

So without further delay, we are doing "What I learned in the last seven days" prison rules style again. Bring on the bullets! And I swear on my favourite coat (it's delicious- cream and chocolate brown with a hot pink satin lining), I plan on writing a real post soon. Because I need to discuss many things in depth- like my new haircut. And my upcoming trip to VEGAS. And OBAMA!

- I learned that just because Matthew Fox is in a movie doesn't mean the movie is going to a five star event. And as much as I love Jack, I'm pretty sure Sawyer would have done a better job than Dr. Shepard did in this movie. Seriously.

- "Sometimes I wish I said all the things I think I've already said". I learned that being able to say that to your friend and knowing that she understands what you are saying... well, that's an awfully nice feeling.

- I learned that some people will be remembered for creating a great work of art. For being a style icon. For being a good mother, a kind daughter, a conscientious citizen of humanity. I will be remembered as the person who sent out a stack of overdue Christmas cards in February.

- I learned that just seeing THIS will make me scream out loud. Like an 11 year old girl in the front row of a Hannah Montana concert.

- I learned I'm almost over THE WALL. THE WALL = the mountain of planning, preparing and weeping done late at night at the school trying to incorporate curriculum into fun stuff like dance contests and fire walking. THE WALL has prevented me from having an active social life and is directly responsible for my current hate on for google reader.

- I learned that true excitement can be had when finding a bin of MAGNETS! Just in time for my MAGNET UNIT!

- Speaking of google reader and a mountain of unread posts- Egan asked me if I felt the least bit guilty putting out new posts while not reading other blogs. First of all, I am reading them, or trying to read them all, I'm just not catching up as fast as they are coming out (let's take a minute and give THE WALL a dirty look for this). As for feeling guilty, I actually don't. "Guilty" isn't the right word. It implies that it's owed and I don't think that's the case- whether I'm talking about me commenting somewhere or someone commenting here. That's part of the reason I like this forum for writing- comments aren't expected. I think for me, the feeling that hits it more accurately, is simply that I miss it. Though I'm working on catching up, I miss hearing about true Hope, or jerks who don't want cheap couches or the wedding plans of Anne, Jess or AM. I miss being the first one to read the genius that lays in each line typed here. Or here. Or here. Or here. Or any of the other wonderful sites that I've commented on in the past. So I guess I learned that I miss commenting.

- I learned that ringworm may be bad, but pink eye is just as inconvenient.

- I learned that I cannot spell "inconvenient" correctly without the help of spell check.

- I learned that it's impossible for me to listen to "Basement Apartment" by Sarah Harmer without singing along. It's also impossible for me to eat only one piece of popcorn.

- I learned that a new haircut can give you a new perspective.

- I learned that a new perspective can stop you from wishing the children who smeared dog shit on your car windshield on Saturday night die a long and painful death (involving the swallowing of rusty razor blades and then using their bloated bodies as trampolines) and instead rejoice in the fact that your local car wash is open late on Sundays.

- I learned that I'm a better person than what I thought I was and sometimes I'm far more horrible than I imagine (if you doubt my "horribleness" perhaps re-read the comment above involving children, razor blades and trampolines)

Have a good week universe. And if you find you are hitting THE WALL, take the advice I learned (from a fat kid who loves Hershey's kisses) that when you are tired of saying your complaints, you should just sing them. Because "that makes you sound silly and then you laugh".

Dear (yes, I start out with "Dear"- is that weird?) Higher Power, or you know, controller of the Universe,

I wonder if other people call you "Higher Power" when they talk to you before going to sleep. I'm sorry, everyone calls you something different but I like Higher Power. It sounds like a name of an early 90's boy band that didn't quite reach Backstreet Boys status. Probably because their outfits matched a little too closely (Higher Power, not Backstreet Boys. Although, Backstreet Boys had matching outfits too. Hmm. Actually, they seemed more 'coordinated' less 'matchy'- I think. I never had pictures of them up in my room, but my friend Robyn did and all I remember is Howie wearing a lot of fringe and it scaring the shit out of me. "Higher Power" looked a lot more friendly. Wait, I mean- I just imagine "Higher Power looking more friendly. I'm acting like "Higher Power" was actually a band, but they weren't right? And if they were, I'm pretty sure you know all about them already. Because as Controller of the Universe, what don't you know about?).

Anyway.

So thanks for the job. I don't know how much you had to do with it and how much I had to do with it, but even it if was a 50/50 deal- I'm glad things worked out. I didn't realize it was going to be so much work. Do you know that there's an outbreak of pin-worms in the school? Of course you do. I bet you laughed when you decided that was going to happen. And when you decided that Paris Hilton should make movies. By the way, can you stop that now?

Speaking of celebrities, wait- should I be using my time to talk about celebrities? Shouldn't I be talking to you about my future? Or Darfur? Or asking how my dead cocker spaniel Muffin is doing (hopefully well- remember she likes peanut butter smeared on her dog food sometimes. I know, it's messy as hell to do but she loves it. And she's dead so maybe cut her a break and give it to her sometimes okay?) Oh hell, that can wait- speaking of celebrities, I bet lots of people talk to you about Britney Spears and pray for her. I do too. But I'm not going to do that tonight. Because although I feel bad that she's shown her moneyslot to the universe, sometimes I think it's important to remember that there's a few billion other people out there who need a little shout out too. And with the odds as they are, I'm guessing that today was the worst day on Earth for someone on this planet, so I'm going to be wishing good thoughts for them, okay? Send them some good cheer direct from me. Because my day wasn't a 5 star event- it wasn't the worst day either. And for that, I'm thankful.

Can I ask you something? Do you ever get tired of people asking you for stuff? For miracles? For jobs and boyfriends and safe travels and clean bills of health? For winning lottery tickets, shoe sales and victories in war? Do you ever want to just close up shop and spend a few weeks drinking pina coladas on the beach? Because I would. Honestly. I've only been a full-time teacher for two weeks and already I'm kind of tired of all the dependency issues that come with an army of children. I can't imagine what that's like to know 5 billion people are counting on you (I'm skimming off a billion, you know, for the atheists) daily. And then when you don't give them exactly what they want, or when they want it- they get nasty and shout at you in Latin. (Well, not most people, but did you see that episode of The West Wing where the President loses it on you in the Church? And busts out the Latin so he could be more insulting? That's why he did it you know, spoke Latin. Aaron Sorkin said it was because he could get away with saying a lot more dirty stuff than if he spoke in English. If you haven't caught that episode, check it out. It's a favourite).

Anyway, I just wanted to say good job. I don't really need anything. Actually, there's a trench coat that I tried on the other day. I didn't like it at first- it felt like... well, too trench coat-ish when I put it on, but now I'm wishing I would have bought it. Can you save my size for me until I get back to the store?. Oh, OBAMA, you know what I feel about that. Please, please, please let that one work out. Okay see? I'm doing it. I'm falling into that trap where I ask for things, sorry. How about this- just stick to the plan you have for me and I will stick to the plan I have for me, and fingers crossed our plans are similar. And if they aren't, and I find myself insanely angry at you because there's another worm outbreak at school, or I have to hide in a store because you've decided to transport one of my least favourite people in the shoe section- I will try not to curse at you in Latin. Okay, I don't know Latin, but I will try not to curse at you, or think of you with the regard I save for Ann Coulter either. Speaking of- help Ann okay? Or help me understand what the hell she's thinking because seriously, I do not understand her. At all.

That's it. Oh, and well done on the Super Bowl. That was a surprise. Speaking of, can Tom Brady and I cross paths at some point? And you know, fall in love so fast and deep that he writes a song about me and how he sees his future in my eyes? Oh damn. Asking for stuff again. Okay, cross out all the things I've asked for. Just keep it up.

brandy

(p.s. But if you could save me that trench coat that would be swell. Kthanx bye!)

No, there will be no nudity.

(I should never say the 'n' word on this site. You wouldn't BELIEVE how many hits I get a day because I once titled a post 'threesomes'. I think the most horrifying link came from someone who typed in "I had a threesome with my daughter". How... why... who... forget it. I can't even compose a question that accurately addresses all the problems I have with that).

What the hell. The brackets are more interesting than the stuff in non-brackets here. I'm okay with my tags being more interesting than my posts, but this is a whole other level of upstaging. Anyway.

I'm opening up the comments for you to ask me a question. Ask me anything (especially questions about phalanges because I like the word) and I will reply. It's like, you are Barbra Walters and I'm a celebrity who's been to rehab more times than Elizabeth Taylor has said "I do".

Except unlike Barbra, you (hopefully) won't make me cry and don't have a strange, almost obsession like love for brooches.

Oh, and I suspect you get laid more often.

• There are two kinds of calls you can get at 1am- 1) A call from someone telling you that they love you and they miss you and they want to come over and hook up watch a movie with you. Or 2) A call telling you that someone you love is hurt. Last Monday I got the second call. My brother was in a car accident. He will be okay but honestly? That call? Ripped. My. Heart. Out. If there's anything scarier than a 1am call like that, I don't want to know about it.

• Talking about politics with a flight attendant can result in getting dirty looks and no refills of ginger ale. I don't like Mitt Romney. Is that reason enough to make me suffer with a parched throat?! I think not.

• People think I'm funny? I've been nominated for Funniest Blog over at 2osomething bloggers. Now normally I would be like, PUT DOWN YOUR COFFEE CUP AND FOR THE LOVE OF ALL GOOD THINGS- VOTE FOR ME! I LOVE WINNING STUFF, but in this case- my competition is far funnier than me. Honestly. That's not even me being modest (I think I used up all my 'modesty' in this photo). They are all funny gals, so go vote! And if you nominated me? Thank you.

• Sleeping 7 hours in 3 days has awful results. Like, I misread the clock when teaching grade 2's and have them get out their lunch kits an hour early. And then I have to tell them 'Whoops! Everyone finish that bite in your mouth and then put your kits away. We still have an hour before lunch time". And then their lips start quivering because all of a sudden they are all STARVING and I'm a MEAN STRANGER and their REAL teacher wouldn't make this mistake. I tell you, taking a lunch kit away from a 7 year old should be some sort of Olympic event. Because honestly? There are skillz involved in such a task.

• The day that you wear a black bra (still damp from washing) underneath a white tank top will be the one time that airline security insists that you take off your sweater. And for the record, there's no way I can make a wet, black bra under my thin white tank top look demure.

• I can stay up 27 hours straight before Red Bull begins to taste like battery acid.

• Valentine's Day cards are more fun to make when you have an abundance of pictures featuring naked men.

• There are times no words fit the situation. No clever line, no sage advice, no comment you've secretly ripped off from Dr. Phil and branded as your own. And the only thing you can do is to sit on a cold bathroom floor and hand someone else kleenex.

• No one should have to explain the term "pork sword" to a parent. (Sidenote: How awesome is Juno??! I love movies that live up to the hype).

• The only thing better than a vanilla cupcake? A vanilla cupcake with coconut frosting. And a beer.

• I wish someone would have told me, seeing someone else's heart break.... breaks your own.

Okay that's it. Here's a song that I've been listening to on repeat. It makes me want to slow dance with Jason Bateman. (I put up one with lyrics so you can sing along at your computer. Let's not act like I'm the only person who does this okay?)

I want to tell you that this inability to fall deeply into my beloved REM cycle has to do with a mind that's going over a hot date or a recent job offer, or even bursting excitement over new shoes I got on sale. But oh no universe, you would be wrong.

I cannot sleep because I'm thinking of the New Hampshire primary.

I cannot even begin to tell you how dorky this makes me feel. It's one thing to care about politics, but to care about an election so much (that's going on in a country I DON'T LIVE IN) that it's causing me sleepless nights? I'm blaming Anderson Cooper, that silver fox with those steely blue eyes. I just want to lay down next to him and talk dirty politics.

Who are the independents going to go for? Were the first results that were calculated at 12:12am (Hampshire time) an indication of things to come? And if they are, (and Clinton again loses to Edwards)- what the hell is she going to do in South Carolina? And why does Romney always look like he's thinking something really dirty? Were Hillary's tears real? Does Ron Paul look like Frasier Crane's dad, or is that just me? Is McCain going to hold on to his lead? And most importantly, WHERE THE HELL IS CHUCK NORRIS?

So that's my confession. What do you have to confess?

I need to get my ass in gear. I must get out of this fog that I am stuck in. Damn it I hate you winter!!

PS: For some reason I keep spelling writing with two t and not one.

Top it all off, one of my best friends Dave is moving to Lansing to take care of his 81 year old mom.

Today just sucked a fat one

Tonight I had to train someone how to do a job I do not fully understand myself. The owner is a strict Japanese business man and started yelling at me for talking to my trainee 'too much'. I guess we did not direct a customer to the bathroom quick enough for his liking. This takes us to the other things I have been yelled at by him for.

1. Having a hand in my pocket
2. Having a 5 o'clock shadow
3. Chewing gum
4. Not reading his mind and setting up 'his' way

I'm not sure why he hates me so much or even if he hates me at all. The other managers tell me I am doing fine, but he makes me feel like I am doing everything wrong. I think I should probably stop calling him a fucking prick every time he walks away. I think the trainee Carmen was feeling the same was as me but he did not let it be know. Maybe he expects that sort of shitty treatment? After talking with him for the few hours we worked together I realized how boring a person he is. He really had nothing interesting to say except that he really liked the 300 movie. What really made me dislike him is the entire reason for this long ass post. I brought a book to read and todays book happened to be "The flash of lightning behind the mountain" by Charles Bukowski. I was reading it and had Carmen read one of my favorite poems in the book. I could tell after the first page he wasn't really reading it anymore and just flipping through. He later explained that he was an English major of some type and that he thought of him as not very talented. Too good for Bukowski I guess?

I meet this girl Audra at work today. She was telling me about how it was her birthday Saturday and that she was treating herself. I never remember carding her or anyone today for that matter, I should start doing that. Tonight I went to 5th avenue for Whitney's 22nd birthday and she saw me walking by and said hi. She was pretty wasted and I couldn't really hear anything she was saying.

I think you should go and check out The Sheds. I've seen these guys live and that got me hooked. Now to hook you I will post the songs that got me hooked.

This song

This one

This one too

Oh I really like this one

Tag Cloud is pretty cool