Reunited, And It... You Know The Rest

I have my laptop back and fixed! Drinks all around! Oh that's right, you have to be at a bar or party for that to happen. My bad.

But, how I have missed you, my technological friend.

Watching Dumb & Dumber. Why? you ask. I don't know. Wanted a funny Jim Carrey movie, didn't have Liar Liar. But Dumb & Dumber isn't funny, it's stupid, you say. Sometimes stupid stuff makes me laugh, I reply.

Oh my awesome, magnificent, glorious music is back. God how I missed you. Stereophonics, Muse, Tom McRae, Rubyhorse... You complete me.

Someone I deleted from my facebook has re-requested to be friends! Someone actually noticed there was no longer a connection between us. And made the attempt to reconnect. Good for her. She made an effort to be my friend.

I'm not a high-maintenance person. I just refuse to feel like the effort I put into something (a job, a relationship, a task, etc) is worthless. Therefore I disconnect from what I feel isn't rewarding. I'm aware that I probably have high expectations in today's world, and my pessimistic self says the more expectations, the more disappointments. It seems to be a constant battle within myself. Optimism vs pessimism. And the latter is usually victorious.

Simulation

My internet use is currently limited. Viruses are mean. They have no feelings, no compassion. Although, I don't seem to be missing much. All the people I deleted, either haven't noticed or have no desire to attempt to reconnect. Therefore the website to which I'm addicted is no longer as interesting.

However I have found other means of keeping myself occupied. My original Sims game for PS2 no longer works, but my Sims: Bustin Out game does. So I've been playing that. My character is in the military career, and currently lives with a couple biochemists. I moved in with them when I moved out of a gym. It's odd. And (gee what a surprise!) the thing I have most difficult maintaining is relationships. My character is very anti-social.

My actual, non-Sims relationships are also screwy. I don't really talk to my best friend much anymore, and she has another friend she's been spending a lot of time with lately, which is great, because with me living an hour away, frequent visiting wasn't convenient. I'm glad she has someone to share things with, do things with, lean on, etc. Especially now that she's just become pregnant. Other relationships... well I could spend 50 lines or more about them, but I won't.

The local electric company is on my loathe list right now. They took the amount I owe from my bank account, the day it was due, then also took the check I sent them for that amount, when it arrived a few days later. Sooo I didn't have enough to cover both withdrawals and therefore my bank account was over $100 in the hole. With 3 or 4 other bills due. I'm hoping they'll credit it to my next payment and I'll have to pay pretty much nothing.

Oi. When will it end.

Radiation?

My ankle is still bothering me. I'd love to get an x-ray, just to know if it shows anything. What, I don't know. Hopefully an answer. The limping around and sudden shooting pains isn't quite unbearable yet, but it may become that way. I talked to the doc about about a while back, she said ice it, elevate it, use ace wrap. I have done none of those, mostly because I'm on my feet 90% of the time. (I'd make a bad prostitute.) I don't think there's any way for me to have the time to do those things. She said, if it's the same in a month, make an appointment. Well, it has been. Maybe I should request further action.

I did a purging of sorts the other day. I deleted my twitter account and removed connections from several of my friends on another socializing web page. Most of them I never saw on that site anymore, some I never socialized with. So really, what's the point of having them on your friends list? Besides, I rely WAY too much on the internet. I expect it to be there for me, I expect to be able to use it to entertain myself, to pass the time. Yet it's not reliable. Viruses, unpaid bills, problems at the internet company's source... A number of issues. At any minute, anything could go wrong with your internet connection.

The problem of the toys scattered about has been solved. While shopping for a tote, I realized I already had one at my disposal. Voila. Shopping is done, money is saved.

Unwanted

Two weeks, no word from Menards. Jerks. I tried not to, but I had hope when I applied. Always a mistake. When will I learn. Much like waiting for something you really want to happen or someone you really want to see. And... nothing. Yet something always makes you try again.

Had another dream about my book. I was the main character (kinda). This time, again it was near then end, where people were going to die. This time, somehow the survivors were chosen, and those who were not given a letter (as in written or typed, not an actual piece of the alphabet), didn't survive. It was weird. But, I lived! Which is actually a surprise to me. I would have assumed that, given my general state of mind, it would have been the opposite.

In about a week and a half, there will be at least 10 people in my tiny apartment, for someone's 1st birthday. This'll be fun, sure. I keep telling myself this. Then looking around at the amount of space I don't have, and the plenty of places to sit that I also don't have. And the boxed stuff that has no other place to go.

He's trying to pull himself up from his knees (holding onto my laptop) at the moment. I'm sitting on the couch. Still a feat to overcome. He's getting there, just slowly. I think his latest was going from crawling to sitting. Oh, and he was fussing on the kitchen floor behind me as I was doing dishes the other day. Suddenly he kinda quiets down, then I hear him laugh. I turn around to see that he has pulled his diaper off and it holding it up in the air. Punk.

And another attempt from the knees -- never mind. Crash.

Swollen Dreams

My friend of questionable sex visited my place of employment again the other day. Just as friendly as the first time, but alas, no gold star. That's okay.

Do you ever have a dream about the book you're reading? I did. I'm currently reading Stephen King's Under The Dome, and I know from a bit of reading up that several people eventually die from suffocation, before the dome is lifted. So in my dream, I'm getting as far away from town as possible, away from the car exhausts and other breathers, and so on... And eventually other people join me saying "ah, thinking ahead, eh?" (Yes, I have dreams with Canadian accents.) So I guess I'm quite wise, at least in the dream world.

My ankle has been swollen and has required a support brace for over a month now. Anndd I still haven't felt the need to request to be seen by a doctor. Maybe once it gets tweaked just far enough to require someone helping me to get where I need to be, then I'll consider placing a call. Til then, I scoff at md's.

Today I worked 10a-2p. Right after, I drove across the street to the new Menards store (which isn't open yet) to attempt to get hired full-time. Parking lot was full, I get in the door and people are standing virtually shoulder-to-shoulder. I fill out a mini-application, giving the basics, turn it in, and wait. They're calling people maybe 6 at a time, and I hear that some had been there since 10. It was now 3. I stand for an hour, then go sit on a register belt. My ankle throbs, which I fix by sitting on it. (Numbness, the quick fix.) Around 5:30 I think to myself, ok, one more round of names called, then I'm leaving. Lo and behold, my name is called. Last name pronounced incorrectly, as expected. Sigh. But maybe this is a sign. Soo after waiting 3 and a half hours, I have a 5 minute interview. Do I have any experience with home furnishing? Uhh... "Have you painted?" Yes! I have! "Ok..." I've also assembled a crib and a rocker. "Yeah that's not easy, I know" (he says) and I say to myself I know, that's why I didn't do it... ANYway... I should 'expect a call within a couple weeks.' Sure.

Moo.

So the main reason for this blog is to express disappointment and annoyance at Heartland Creamery, a local dairy that makes "Jesus milk" as some call it. They use glass jars instead of the common cartons that everyone else uses, so they are somewhat unique. "Tastes better in glass" they say, 'better' being underlined. However. I bought a quart of their chocolate milk. On Tuesday December 1st. Which is the "sell by" date on the jar. Maybe it's just me, but that's REALLY pushing it. They should have removed bottles with that sell by date, that morning. Because, being a not-so-much fan of milk, I'm going to drink it slow. It is now the 8th, and I am hesitant to drink from that jar. Three days ago it started to taste peculiar. I guess I should bitch at the store instead of the place the product came from. Anyway, there goes half a quart of milk from the son of God. Ask yourself. WWJD. I don't think he would allow his people to buy milk that expired that same day. Do you?

Honorable Mention

When asked why I had a bad night, I lied and said "happens." Guess that's not really a lie, just very unspecific. There is a reason, but it's too trivial to name. I really shouldn't be bothered by it.

I'm watching two people who have never met argue over something I posted on facebook. One has no idea who he's talking to, the other only knows the first from what I've said about him. I shall sit and observe.

Considering attempting to re-start my chalk portraits. I did 2 large portraits in high school, one black & white, one colour, each of a famous person, got ribbons for them at the art fair. Liked clay, but never seemed to have as much success with it. Haven't really painted. Coloured pencils are like chalk, but you can't really blend the colors like you can chalk. I loved the blending and the shading, getting it to the colour you need it to be.

Someone opened a bathroom scale in the hardware dept the other day while I was at work. It was maybe around 9pm, Sunday night, I was bored out of my mind singing random ditties to myself, saw it, and of course utilized the opportunity. I was satisfied with what I saw. It was 9 lbs less than what I weighed when I got pregnant. Thank you, skipped meals!

It's true that the best material comedians have is based on real life. I sit around thinking endlessly of something clever to put as my status, or something to title my blogs. Comes to me much easier if something peculiar has recently happened. Which, right now, is not the case.

Anndd... Cut.