Thursday, July 31, 2008

I like my beat down low and my top let back

I feel as though every other post I have posted has been of me complaining about my life.  I decided that I should find something daily to post about that I LOVE.  Today, as I was driving home, I was exhausted and annoyed and it was raining, etc etc.  Instead of continuing to be annoyed, whatever, I cranked up my music and rolled down my windows.  

I first listened to my acoustic version of "Hey Ya".  I LOVE belting out the "shake it shake it" part, soon followed by "HHHHEEEEEYYYYYY  YAAAAAA".  Ohhh that made me so happy.

THEN, whenever I'm driving and its raining, I like to play the song "I Make it Rain".  Which I think is HILARIOUS.  It makes me laugh so hard to turn that up so loud and laugh and sing.  

It was a great 12 minutes.  

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

lord, if you won't make me skinny, please make my friends fat

I have worked at the same bookstore for four years.  It is a textbook store, and we also sell Georgia paraphernalia.  When I began working there, I really enjoyed Georgia football and really the whole collegiate spirit whatever.  I also believed that people were good and nice and polite.  

Over time, I have seen many people walk in and out of our doors.  Those people have ruined my desire to associate with UGA and any sport thereof.   Or associate with people.  At all.  I used to think that the rude people I came in contact with in the bookstore only behaved that way in our bookstore.  That something about walking through our doors made them want to talk on their phone loudly, ask questions directed to no one in particular, yelling, cursing, etc etc.  I would often wonder if they always acted like that, that if they went into Blockbuster and asked "well if you don't have it, does hollywood video?  Could you call them and check?"  Then, recently, I decided, these people act like this EVERYWHERE.  They act like an ass wherever they go!  

I could go on and on about the people that I have to work for.  I cannot stand the attitude that so many college students have, the sense of entitlement that comes to them from...who knows where.  Today, I was in the downstairs part of the store all day by myself and we were SO busy.  I was doing buybacks, checking people out, answering the phone, putting out novelties.  I was so hot and tired and angry.  The title of this blog was a quote on some girl's check.  If that gives you any idea of what my day was like.  

Thursday, July 24, 2008

...and I like muenster.

Today at work, I decided that I would cook dinner and dessert for myself.  I haven't really cooked at all since efy and I wanted to try something different.  I set my mind on ham and mozzarella quesadillas and an ice cream cake.  The ice cream cake was relatively simple compared to the quesadillas; at least, in buying the ingredients.  

I had never gone up to a deli counter and ordered anything.  Something feels so grown-up about going up to a counter and saying "I would like ______ of _________, please".  I got a starbucks quadruplechocolateoverloadfrappacapplatte or whatever its called and waltzed up to the deli counter at Kroger.  At this point, i feel confident and very adult.  That soon faded.  There were like five people behind the counter and no one would make eye contact with me.  I may have cleared my throat a little, in a minute effort to gain attention.  Finally, someone offered to help me.  I said, "Could I please have a pound of mozzarella and a half pound of ham?" 

Blank stare.

Clear throat again.  "A pound of mozzarella and a half pound of ham?"


Deli attendant: "You want what and ham?" 

Really?  Mozzarella?


 At this point, there are TWO imbeciles helping me, and neither of them seem to understand Italian.  The two of them look around the cheeses and the lady said something to the effect of "We do not have mozzarella.  Will this do?"  She held up some pepper jack bizznaz.  "NO!  That is not even in the same cheese family as mozzarella!"  I screamed in my head.  I smiled politely and said, "No, thank you.  I'll just have the ham, please".  The guy then chuckled and and said, "Yeah, I don't know much about mozzarella.  Only time I eat that is when I order those fried cheese sticks at restaurants".  


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Not Mai Thai

I have prided myself for having what I call an iron constitution.  I can pretty much eat whatever I want, whenever I want and not get sick.  Heck, I could probably go on one of those "hey eat this and we'll pay you" shows.  Tonight, however, I met my match: Thai Spoon.  

Today is Chelsea's birthday, so we all went out to dinner. We had planned for weeks to go to Mama's Boy.  We arrived shortly after 6pm only to find that they close at 2:30pm.  Of course.  We then went to Thai Spoon instead.  I LOVE thai food.  I first had it in Provo, Utah with Utah Martin That Could Tolerate Me.  It was so good.  Not only was I having a delicious meal with some good friends, I was back in downtown Athens.  We sat by a window so I could people watch as we ate.  My food was so good and I got to try everyone else's and everything was DELICIOUS.

Cut to 9pm. 

Sickness. recap the past 22 years of my life:

Gumbo?  Yes
Shrimp and grits?  Yes
Jambalaya?  Yes
Big Tim's BBQ?  Yes
Pad Se Ew?  No.  HELL no.  


Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I hate TV

When my father moved back into my (tiny) duplex, he had the cable turned back on.  Why my father has moved back into my house is a brilliant story in and of itself.  I'll get to that another time.  I had gone without television for a little over a year and I learned to love it.  I even learned to love saying "I don't have cable" when people would ask me if I had seen a new show or commercial.  While I was doing efy, Dad moved back in and turned the cable back on.  I didn't think much of it, that I wouldn't even really watch it.  I got back to my house and didn't really watch anything Sunday, almost as if I had forgotten how to use a television.  Then Monday rolled around.  I turned it on around 10am and I have no idea how long I watched TV.  It was embarrassing.  Me wasting all that time is only one reason I don't like TV.  As I was watching different shows and lots of commercials, I realized that one reason people are so messed up is because they watch television.  Of course given my women's studies background, I noticed that there is a lot on TV directed at women.  It makes me kind of sick.  I can't wait until I go back to work and school so I'm gone all day.  Maybe then I can tear myself away.  Go read a book.  

Monday, July 21, 2008

welcome welcome

I told Shelley that I would start a blog.  So I am.  I am leaving for Danielsville soon, to go to fhe at mio madre's house.  I'll write more later.  Promise.