Today was a day of busyness. While I dropped off my sister and her friend at the mall, I, too, strolled around, searching for jeans, tops and the unmentionables. Sadly, no luck in all of the above, but I did try-on the unmentionables in the men's fitting room since all of the others were full (women, I swear!). I have to say the men's fitting room is possibly the most awkward fitting room ever. In women's (if any of the men reading this haven't tried on clothes in there) are always loud. Usually there's a woman talking to herself, her child, her friend in the next stall, her cellphone, or her husband (asking if he's still there, if so, go get a different size in whatever). Needless to say, it's very loud and busy. The men however are so quiet it makes me feel awkward to be half-naked in there. One man would, every time the fitting room noise would go off, imitate it, hahahaha. He sounded about late 30s, early 40s.
I would like to let every one know that today I have encountered the most polite man today. Well, I don't know if he is polite 24/7, but there's a good chance. Today, in AT&T, he was standing at the podium for about five minutes, waiting on someone to sign him in (I noticed him while I strolled around looking at phones). Then I went there, waiting too. We shared awkward smiles and about half a minutes later an associate came and the associate asked, "Were you here first?" to me.
The polite man agreed.
I smiled and said, "No, I wasn't, he was."
The polite man, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course."
And then another man came up when the associate finished with the polite man and the associate went automatically to him. Yeah, that new man didn't correct her, not that I cared since I had a miniscule problem that would take two seconds, but the polite man gave me a look and actually was fixing to correct the associate when I shifted my head and said, "Oh, I don't care, really."
Hahaha. I have never met a man of early-20s like that, ever. EVER, EVER, EVER.
ps - I went to Macy's to buy this Fossil purse I have been wanting so badly and as I walked to the purse section the sales associate was bagging THE LAST ONE to a girl. Grrrrr.
pss - Matt Nathanson's Blog is really hilarious. IF IT REALLY IS HIM.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
♪: lady gaga - poker face
Normally I'm not one for pop-culture music, especially pop-culture music which condones drinking and sex. I hate the lyrics, but I love the music itself and her voice, yup. I have virtually emptied my subject bag. Things to talk about have thinned, yes. Blogs which pick one subject and just rant about that are kind of everyday and boring. Right? Can we please think outside the box?
SIMS has been off for a couple of days now. I think my obsession is deteriorating and that I can start to think clearly once again!
Last night's storm was ridiculous! For two FUCKING hours I was not allowed sleep by my dog. Yeah, that big, bully labrador I often show pictures of (I would show more but she runs away from my phone or camera). She would nudge me every time I would doze back off. Bitch (pun intended). The dog on my floor, cat on my bed, I was awake from 2AM until 5:30AM where the storm finally passed and the dog left me so nonchalantly I wanted to sit beside her and every time she would doze off, I would shake her awake. Haha.
Yesterday, at work, the brick layers were there and ... Wow, is the only expression I can think of to describe those men.
Here's why:
1 - The bricker on top started throwing bricks and other various work objects down to the man on the bottom... FROM TWO STORIES HIGH. The man on the bottom, "Hey, watch it man! I'm fucking down here!"
2 - While three mean were two stories high on the scaffolding, a man on the bottom was taking apart certain bars from the scaffolding bottom and trying to add something or another to it.
A man on the scaffolding while the man is taking bars out, "Hey, you're making it wobbly!"
Another man on the bottom, "Then stand still!"
...
Hahahahaha. It was hilarious.
Since my cat was moved in with me in my room, his little condo and all, there are a jar full of cute moments a day:
He's laying his little man jaw on the windowwwwww.
He's not anymore, he's sleeping with a leg hanging off his cat condo.
SIMS has been off for a couple of days now. I think my obsession is deteriorating and that I can start to think clearly once again!
Last night's storm was ridiculous! For two FUCKING hours I was not allowed sleep by my dog. Yeah, that big, bully labrador I often show pictures of (I would show more but she runs away from my phone or camera). She would nudge me every time I would doze back off. Bitch (pun intended). The dog on my floor, cat on my bed, I was awake from 2AM until 5:30AM where the storm finally passed and the dog left me so nonchalantly I wanted to sit beside her and every time she would doze off, I would shake her awake. Haha.
Yesterday, at work, the brick layers were there and ... Wow, is the only expression I can think of to describe those men.
Here's why:
1 - The bricker on top started throwing bricks and other various work objects down to the man on the bottom... FROM TWO STORIES HIGH. The man on the bottom, "Hey, watch it man! I'm fucking down here!"
2 - While three mean were two stories high on the scaffolding, a man on the bottom was taking apart certain bars from the scaffolding bottom and trying to add something or another to it.
A man on the scaffolding while the man is taking bars out, "Hey, you're making it wobbly!"
Another man on the bottom, "Then stand still!"
...
Hahahahaha. It was hilarious.
Since my cat was moved in with me in my room, his little condo and all, there are a jar full of cute moments a day:
He's laying his little man jaw on the windowwwwww.
He's not anymore, he's sleeping with a leg hanging off his cat condo.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
♪: new radicals - you get what you give
With the shawl over my shoulders, I write about how much I love Catholicism. The religion is probably the most intriguing. My mother is a protestant, my father a baptist, my sister wants to be a Jew and I want to be a Catholic. Of course I am an atheist, so, upon telling my friend I would like to start attending a Catholic mass every Sunday offended her. Why? Hell if I know! I like how they run things.
C'mon. Even their history is more colorful than the pope's threads. And, the Roman Catholic churches are very beautiful.
For mother's day I am writing my mother a mystery short-story. She loves murder mysteries, a big Agatha Christi fan. So, yeah. It's harder than I thought. Me, myself, am used to that merely flow from my brain omitting any prior thought. Murder mysteries you have to plan out everything, make notes of times, people, their habits, their histories to each other. I normally never have histories of people, well, not extensive history that would tie into the entire murder.
Ah, Agatha Christi is remarkable.
And to have it done in five days is stressful!
Today I went by the train, for memory's sake and guess what I noticed... The door was open. That door is metal and does not open on its own. I have ALWAYS closed it before exiting the train, because I do not like birds, or whatever, scuttling, flying in there. I remember the last time I was in there I closed it behind Emily.
Tsk tsk. Someone else has been in there. Not that I care anymore, because I quit the dirty deed, but it still irks me, haha. I don't know how to explain it. I have made one of the coolest places in my small town to do the dirty deed in... I have made yet another trend amongst my peers (whether or not we're speaking). Ah, I'm fucking cool as shit.
Me - Yes, I am the Problem Solver. You got a problem, I'll solve it! *wink at my sister*
Sister - *smiles and shakes her head*
Dad - *walking by, in a deep man voice* Problem? Not a problem. *winks*
Me - My new catch phrase! *points at Dad*
Another day
Mom - Heather, it's back on!
Me - Okay, I'm just getting me some H20.
Dad - *walking by* A little H20.
Me - You know, I say that to servers now. Why not? If I can make their job a little happier, I've done my good deed for that day.
Dad - Order it and say, 'A little on the O. Trying to cut back.'
Me - 'H20? Make it H1, healthier.'
Hahahahahaha.
I know when I'm PMSing when I watch lifetime and cry on one of their movies. OR, I see a pampers commercial for the one thing of pampers = 1 vaccine. Yeah, I cry.
C'mon. Even their history is more colorful than the pope's threads. And, the Roman Catholic churches are very beautiful.
For mother's day I am writing my mother a mystery short-story. She loves murder mysteries, a big Agatha Christi fan. So, yeah. It's harder than I thought. Me, myself, am used to that merely flow from my brain omitting any prior thought. Murder mysteries you have to plan out everything, make notes of times, people, their habits, their histories to each other. I normally never have histories of people, well, not extensive history that would tie into the entire murder.
Ah, Agatha Christi is remarkable.
And to have it done in five days is stressful!
Today I went by the train, for memory's sake and guess what I noticed... The door was open. That door is metal and does not open on its own. I have ALWAYS closed it before exiting the train, because I do not like birds, or whatever, scuttling, flying in there. I remember the last time I was in there I closed it behind Emily.
Tsk tsk. Someone else has been in there. Not that I care anymore, because I quit the dirty deed, but it still irks me, haha. I don't know how to explain it. I have made one of the coolest places in my small town to do the dirty deed in... I have made yet another trend amongst my peers (whether or not we're speaking). Ah, I'm fucking cool as shit.
Me - Yes, I am the Problem Solver. You got a problem, I'll solve it! *wink at my sister*
Sister - *smiles and shakes her head*
Dad - *walking by, in a deep man voice* Problem? Not a problem. *winks*
Me - My new catch phrase! *points at Dad*
Another day
Mom - Heather, it's back on!
Me - Okay, I'm just getting me some H20.
Dad - *walking by* A little H20.
Me - You know, I say that to servers now. Why not? If I can make their job a little happier, I've done my good deed for that day.
Dad - Order it and say, 'A little on the O. Trying to cut back.'
Me - 'H20? Make it H1, healthier.'
Hahahahahaha.
I know when I'm PMSing when I watch lifetime and cry on one of their movies. OR, I see a pampers commercial for the one thing of pampers = 1 vaccine. Yeah, I cry.
Friday, May 1, 2009
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