LAME

It's official, I am a lightweight. And it fucking sucks. I didn't start drinking mixed alcohols out of warm water bottles to be a 5-drink lightweight. I didn't puke so hard that I popped a blood vessel in my eye so I could leave parties early because "I need to go to bed (NOW!)." I didn't sleep on the bathroom floor thinking I was going to die every week of senior year to come to THIS.

I took a shower with my eyes closed this morning. That's how drunk/hungover I felt. From 5 drinks over a 5 hour span, which INCLUDED dinner. Oh god, it sounds so lame reading it over again. (Okay, it was 7 drinks, but I could only remember 5 in my drunk/hungover state, thanks Boyfriend).

It's an end of an era for me. I almost feel grown up, but mostly I feel like a star athlete forced into retirement. And now I have to go sell cars for a living.

Trash

I work in a town house now, which feels weird because it looks like I am going home at 9 am. But really I am going to work, but all the people in their cars don't think that. They think I work nights, like a prostitute.

Anyways, I have to go and get the trash cans from off the curb on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And as I was doing it these two guys walked by and one said "I wish I could get my wife to do that." I don't know how that makes me feel... On one hand it feels sexist, but I can't pinpoint why. Also I feel like those guys would want to marry me because I bring the trash in, which makes me feel kind of awesome. Overall, really, though it makes me feel like my job entails a lot of the same tasks that a house wife has..............

Fine!

I already finished my major work today.

And got to level 14 (personal best) this is horribly addictive game: http://www.123games.dk/game/other/goldminer/goldminer.htm

I can only hit refresh on websites until I realize that it's time that I blog. But I don't want to.

OH MAN! I just realized I can play web sudoku.

I'm out.

Past Tense

I think the past tense of "treat" should be "traut." It's uncomfortable at first, but I think it makes more sense somehow.

Think about is and get back to me.

So, You Think You Can Blog

My Feedback From Chris Singel

Chris: your blog is a comedy car wreck

no one wanted it to turn out this way, but goddamn if i can't look away
it's like a super blog

where nothing you write could possibly even be interesting to even you

but somehow i need every word

Dishes

I don't do dishes, as a quality of life enhancer for myself. And usually the repercussions for that is being a shitty girlfriend. But our dishwasher at work is broken, and I think it's starting to make me a shitty co-worker. Especially because I eat oatmeal every morning, and by proxy I have heard those are hard dishes to clean.

But! I do make sure everyone's lunch order is right, while still at the restaurant, which has to count for something.

Were we raised right? You decide....

Little Brother: u think i should try to go on birthrite next year?

me: you arent jewish

Little Brother: but its a free trip

me: you have to be jewish

thats what makes it your birth right

Little Brother: my friends said i could pass

they dont check that hard i guess

I'm going to write a blog!

"I'm going to write a blog!" That's what I thought to myself right before I opened this tab and typed in www.blogger.com (no need to sign-in, they know me here). However, now that I am here.... I don't feel all that compelled. Which means I should just stop now, delete this and start doing actual work. BUT! I'm not a quitter, I will continue on, in th face of absolutely nothing to say and write a full blog (which doesn't even mean anything really, because what is a blog?)

So, uh, yeah, um, yesterday! YESTERDAY! I sat outside at a bar for 40 minutes, holding seats for my bosses. The bar is about 15 feet from the office. And everyone at the office could see me, sitting by myself at the bar. When I am typing it here, it definitely sounds like hazing.

SIDE NOTE: I just spelled "definitely" so wrong, that these are the spell check suggestions I got: defensible, redefiner, deafeningly, currently. "Currently" really stings.

Anyways, waiting at the bar didn't feel like hazing while I was doing it. And the president of the company told me he was proud of me afterwards. Too bad I had to leave right as everyone was getting there...

The new job is going well though. I already got to move my desk from the one at the bottom of the stairs and immediately next to the front door to the desk in a corner that actually has room for both my keyboard and my phone. I also bought a dish rack and got harassed by some high school students.

DONE, OVER, I'M OUT


Or am I.....


No, actually I'm done. I didn't have anything to say before, and I definently (yeah, I know that's wrong) don't now.


BUT maybe...


I don't know why I keep doing that.

Zipped Car

Yesterday I drove a zipped car. Well, I am using the term "drive" loosely. I had the parking break on for a good amount of time. And also, the car had fake manual, or triptronic, but I didn't know that, so I never left 1st gear. It was pretty fantastic.

It's weird, when you figure out the parking break is on because you feel like a genius. Like "Look what I figured out! The parking break is up! Good thing I figured that out!" But in reality, its too late. You have already been driving around with it on. I actually figured it out because the car was getting hot, and the heat wasn't on. Genius, I know.

Also, I went to IKEA, got a migraine headache and threw-up at Boyfriend's parent's house. Pretty awesome weekend all total.