Thanksgiving wrap-up

Thanksgiving story: my family bought a bottle of wine. First bottle of wine for Thanksgiving. EVER. It was only 1 bottle, but still. It was some wine. Problem: no wine opener in the house. Yes, I live in a dry house... except for the vodka my mom cooks with. So there was no way to open this bottle of wine. We tried using a Swiss army knife's bottle opener- no luck. We tried Googling "How to open a bottle of wine without a wine opener." I tried the screw and hammer technique. Stick a screw into the cork, use the hammer's nail prying end and pull... It didn't work. After much sadness (on my part), we finally pushed the cork into the bottle. The wine was good and it was well worth the effort.

Black Friday morning- 4am, I joined the other crazies on the shopping excursions. JCPenney provided me with the yearly Disney snowglobe. I didn't really buy much, but I enjoyed the neurotic atmosphere of people buying tons of shit.

I am so full. I think I ate my weight in food these past few days. I should not eat again for a very long time. Now on to homework doing... Curse my public health writing class. It is taking over my life and it's driving me a little nutty. HATE HOMEWORK RIGHT NOW. All I want to do is watch a movie and take a nap.

Brilliant Idea: Do not eat again until winter break. I will never become unfull unless I don't eat for 3 weeks.

Lush Lite

In true Wisconsin style, I love beer. I used to dislike it. Thought it tasted terrible. Not so much anymore. I got off work Saturday and all I could think about was beer. And pizza. I went home. 6 pack of Miller Lite and a pizza. It was awesome. I never finished the pack. So I had one tonight as I worked on a paper for one of my classes. Who says I can't enjoy life! Or the taste of beer... Now give me a Spotted Cow (which I looked for and cannot find in MA) and I'll be happier.

I'm coming back to the state for Thanksgiving. A little R&R in the Midwest- much needed. But I will have a paper to write and things to do. Oh well. Some good Wisconsin air will help my soul, I just know it. PLUS Black Friday?! HELL YES! I love getting up at the crack of dawn and shopping with the madness. It's my fav thing to do. F.A.V.O.R.I.T.E. The deals are great. Only a few more days...

Currently listening to: "Mickey" by B*Witched... why? Oh... I don't know. Because it's a catchy, happy song

Klutz

Today I was walking down the street... I was crossing a busy street and right in the middle, I pitch forward and face plant on the pavement. Right on my hands and knees, middle of the intersection. Yes, it was embarrassing. Many people saw. Some snickered. Some laughed. Some looked away. My knees look ridiculous now. And I felt rather stupid.

To add to that, I was walking around Barnes & Noble later in the afternoon. I was walking by a large display of books. I went to go walk around this display... and managed to get caught on a corner of it. Brought half of it down. Bang. Books all over the place. People look up, people stare. I feel like a fool as I try to pick all of them up. There were A LOT of them.

Then as I cook myself dinner... The dishwasher was running. Colander was in the dishwasher. I make pasta. Got it? So I'm trying to strain the pasta with the lid of the pot. Splat, half of the noodles feel out into the sink as I'm straining the pasta. My dinner was reduced in half.

This was my day... along with working 2 of the 3 jobs. I'm tired, I feel klutzy and I'm sore. Yes, you may laugh all you want at my expense. I would if I were you.

workity work

I am officially coo-coo. I am going to work 3 jobs and do school full-time. This reminds me of a former roommate of mine and if she could do it, so can I! Though she's way cooler and more normal than I am, so that might factor in a little.

Job 1- Gourmet food store. It's a retail job selling chocolate, foie gra, caviar, tea and such. I will be an expert European chocolate seller in no time.
Job 2- Office wench. I do whatever I'm told, which will mean paperwork stuff.
Job 3- Education assistant. What does this mean? Not sure. But something about assisting trainings that go on at school... or something to that effect. I'll let you know when I know more.

But that's it! I'm going to be a busy bee for the next month and in the coming semester. And I hope to God it helps me focus and forget the funkiness and stupidity. Maybe I'll regain a smidge of normalcy back. Because right now I'm approximately 150% not. I'm in that abyss of not. So this will be good for me. Or it will kill me. Either way, I can't wait to find out.

So I'm not going to Madison for Thanksgiving. I kind of want to... but I'm going home. Close enough to Madison. Way closer than I am now. I WILL try to go there over winter break. I want to. And I have decided that I don't want to allow my parents to dictate what I do over my break. Nope nope nope. I want to see my friends and relax. So y'all who read this mumbo jumbo that I write and are in the Sconnie area, I'll see you in Madison... maybe for my b-day?! New Years?! Say yes because I need/want/crave a Spotted Cow.

Favorites right now:
Music: Sex on Fire- Kings of Leon
Book: Don't read anymore, so I have no idea (isn't that sad?)
TV Show: Brothers and Sisters
When I'm in the Apartment: Trying to wear the least amount of clothing possible... or as appropriate. hahaha
Thought: How it will be nice to have money to invest in a pair of shoes one of these days = First paycheck
Website: Perez Hilton, what better way to waste time than on trashy celeblogs

I hope Peace and Happiness follows you everywhere you go.

Check... Reality check, that is

I'm really starting to hate growing up. It's mostly just painful and and overall shitty experience. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Gag me. I'm starting to hate it, but I know it's necessary. Life is less than fairy tale. Depressing depressing depressing... it's like I'm a broken record. Stupid little girl, right? Yea, I agree with you. Don't worry. I'm working on it.

I now have a job. Well, I haven't started it yet. But I have one! Actually... I potentially have like 4. I have to figure out how to reject one or a few. 3 months of trying and I finally have potential to have an income. You have no idea how nice that is. I'm really tired of sitting around on my ass, only doing school, and watching my bank account shrink.Yippee!

Dear B.o.t.S.

Dear Boy on the Street,
I think you're kind of an idiot. Not only did you run across the street to stand at the bus stop when the bus was still a block away, you waved at it when it was 1/2 a block away. OK, here's the deal. It's a bus stop. The bus ALWAYS stops there. It will see you STANDING at the bus stop. It will stop. No need to smile and wave it down like a taxi. People stared at you like you were crazy. You ARE crazy. Also, the Odwalla you had shoved in your back pocket... very weird. Very awkward, very warm-looking, very-much stretching out your back pants pocket. I think you are a very strange human being.
Hope to never see you again.