Annie, Easter Bunny Apprentice and Katie, Apple Bobbing Champion

Hello all you lucky people who got to sleep in today because you're on your first day of spring break while i'm in my first day of spring quarter. hmph. :P. its not too bad, actually, except its raining, and we've made what seems like a dozen different trips to the bookstore and students services.
Yesterday was fun. Emily woke me up at 7:30 (that would be the non fun part of the day) and we got our easter baskets. then we had a little easter egg hunt, and we went out to breakfast at IHOP. then me, amy, mom, and emily went to the vineyard church for their easter service. we'd never been there before, but it's garret's church, so this was the test to see if amy liked it because of the church or because of garret. its really neat. its nondenominational, and they start off with a bunch of modern christian music with the words projected on a screen (joyful joyful was one of the songs) and the pastor guy was great (he wore a hawaiian shirt and jeans). they even had a coffee/tea bar in the entry way, and you could bring your drinks into the church with you. it was really really good. after church i went to work, where it was very very dead, especially considering it was a sunday. the time went faster than usual for a slow day, though, because each of us got an easter egg, and we hid them from each other, then looked for them when we didn't have customers (if a manager asks, though, we were looking for reshop and conditioning). around nine o clock, katie put some apples in the fountain in the floral department and annie and katie bobbed for apples. i was watching katies register while she did that, and i think i was supposed to go next, but judy said they should stop, because while you can disguise hunting for eggs, its hard to disguise bobbing for apples. anyway, i need to go to the bookstore (again) so thats all for now.

Brian the Balloon Savior

I'm in an odd mood. well, trapped with odd thoughts is more accurate. not bad or depressing ones, just interestingly odd. funny too, if i look at them right. it's almost made me forget about the sign i'm waiting for about my dream. i'm glad, really, because its stopped me from obsessing. (although, really, only friday at work will tell if i've truly stopped obsessing about it, but i think i actually have this time) but these thoughts are so extremely odd...i don't think i'll obsess over them though, because there's no way they could possibly be true. well, i say that, but i don't really know. it would just be too strange if they did...and, of course, if i thought they could actually happen, i would be able to obsess over them.

wow...i was able to go on for quite a while without revealing what i was on about, wasn't i? hmm. fancy that. (and no, i'm not telling. i know this will aggravate at least one person *coughphylcough*, but trust me, you'll know if it happens...especially if it happens in its completest strangest form)

and i've just thought of something. i've mentioned before, i think, how other people being sad makes me sad? (oh yeah, i did, that was my karaoke post, anywya). a lot of the reason thats true, i think, is i want to make the other person feel better. i was rereading a story this morning (i was going to be cool and turn the word story into a link, but i can only do that at school because my home computers stupid. point being, here be the link: http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/dzeytoun/DF17.html) and its from the point of view of an older brother, and it talks about how he feels like he always has to make things better, because thats part of being a good big brother, and a good son. i don't feel like its my Responsibility to make people feel better, but i could definitely relate to him, because i feel a lot better knowing that i've made someone else feel better.

i'm also really wondering how someone is feeling, but they're not talking to me much. and now that i've actually written that sentence down, i see how ironic this is. okay, i'll stop being nonsensical and start talking about things people outside my head can understand now.

today was an interesting day at work. our foodstamp machines were down all day. the guy fixed them about three times, and they still werent working. such lovely technology we have at our kroger. i finally got smart though and put a sign on my machine, about an hour before the front office people got the bright idea of putting bags over the machines, the way they do when a single machine isn't working. ingenious, i tell you. (note: this was done at 6:30 pm- as far as i know, they hadn't been working all day, at least not after 2 pm). and brian got to rescue some balloons that got trapped on the ceiling with a long pole with tape on the end. i don't know why, but i found that amusing. odd sense of humor, i have.

oh, and something really funny happened on house tonight (the only tv show i follow that has not been disrupted due to march madness. hmmph). it was in the clinic, and there was a baby brother sitting on his older brothers lap (older bro was babysitting while parents were away). baby bro was crying and screaming and not breathing right, house figures out he has something stuck in his nose, pulls out a tiny figurine of a police officer. a while later we come back to the clinic, they're there again. this time, house pulls a firefighter out of baby bro's nose. a while later, they're in the clinic a third time. this time house pulls a firetruck out of his nose and sets it on the counter next to the police and fire fighter. house looks at them sitting there together, has an aha moment, takes a magnet to baby bro's nose, and pulls out...a tiny metal cat figurine. baby bro sent the police, firefighter, and the firetruck up to rescue the cat.

i thought it was extremely funny.


Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have forgotten how to fly.

Our Sound System Works Perfectly....when we're asleep and dreaming

I thought fine arts night actually went pretty well...well, okay, concert choir screwed up about the entire second half of heavens because we missed cues and didn't come in at all, but i thought show choir did alright. yes, we started off in mountain music, but we got back on. the same thing happened freshman year with moondance, its not really a huge deal when that happens. no, what i was impressed with was that it wasn't nearly as crazy as usual. i don't think jamie or mrs. b had nervous breakdowns before our show- if they did, they were not nearly as pronounced as usual. and everyone had their outfits and we did our costume change just fine...i was impressed. even if it wasn't the very best or loudest we'd ever done our routine, the fact that we were approaching organization was impressive to me. of course, to people who haven't been in show choir before, it probably didn't seem organized or calm or rational, but believe me, it was so much more so than it has been in years past. i think it has a lot to do with the fact that show choir seems to have a much better chemistry this year than years past. no catfights or anything, and though people have quit, it hasn't thrown us off too badly.

but the problems came afterward, with the sound, as always. i don't feel like typing the whole experience out again, so i shall just say this: rachel, we love you! *hug* we need a new sound system, we need people who know how to use everything about the sound system, and people who have no business in the sound room DO NOT BELONG IN THERE. okay, i'm done.


Why are there so many songs about rainbows?

Slaphappily Crazily Talking

THere's a philosophy theory that says your true self is only revealed flashes at a time, when you do things that you can't explain, because you just had to. i forget who said that, it was one of those ten people on that one contemporary perspectives chapter. actually, less than ten, because it was a guy. anyway, his name isn't the point. i think, that your true self isn't just revealed in sudden flashes, its also revealed when you're tired. i have come to the conclusion, by seeing how i become slaphappy and can't control my thoughts and talk to myself much more when i'm tired, that your true self also comes out when you're tired. see, the parts of your brain that you use to keep your behavior in line with what society deems it should be (ie, not talking to yourself, thinking bad thoughts, laughing at stupid jokes) fall asleep, even though the rest of you is still awake. therefore, your behavior is much less controlled, leading to slaphappiness, strange thoughts, and other general 'craziness'.

what else was i going to say...there was something...it was there...really it was....i swear...really...oh! i was at work tonight and i was practicing some little show choir move and robyn looked at me strangely. i told her i was practicing for show choir. she said something like 'oh, your in show choir? we used to have a show choir.' and i was confused, because as far as i knew, loveland still had a very good show choir that had been around for a while. i asked her what she meant, and she said they didn't have show choir anymore. she said something about parents complaining about something...i don't know. how do you just get rid of a program like that? and as far as i was aware it was a good program, both middle and high school. what on earth could the parents have complained about that would lead to this....? i suppose it doesn't affect me at all, really, i just thought that was really really odd. i wonder if mrs. b. knows?

i had a rude customer today. she had a big order, and i rang it all up right, and then she asked for cigarettes. virginia slim menthol light 120s (i know, theres a crazy amount of types of cigarettes). so i went over to get them, but we were out. as far as i could see, we had every other kind of virinia slims- regular light 120s, menthol ultra light 120s, but no menthol light 120s. so i went back and told her that, asked her if she wanted another kind but she just got frustrated and said our store was getting horrible about having cigarettes. i let that slide, because it was against the company, not me, and i had already noticed she was in a horrible mood. so i franked her check, gave her her receipt, have a nice day, all that jazz, and she left, or so i thought. i was in the middle of my next customer when she came back and said, in a very rude tone of voice, 'just so you know, you do have those cigarettes right on the shelf'. if i hadn't been in the middle of an order i might have gone over and asked her where exactly she saw them, because the kind she had asked for weren't there, and i'd had her repeat it for me twice, since the name was so long, so it wasn't that she said the wrong thing. robyn told me a couple minutes later that she'd thought the lady was extremely rude too, especially for coming back to tell me that, especially considering she hadn't looked closely enough to see that they weren't even really there. oh well. when she came back up i just shrugged and ignored her and let her ruin her own day with her bad mood. thats usually the best way to deal with those people who insist on being incredibly pessimistic and rude.


Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans.

Two Cheers for Drama!

Hip hip hooray for drama! hip hip hooray for drama! It was a great play, if you have not seen it today, you should definitely see it tomorrow or monday. i may in fact sneak into the performance monday if i can find a person to give me a ride back home, because i want to see it again but i'm working tomorrow. Everybody did a super job. Corey was great, April was great, Ashley was great, and everyone else that i don't know personally were really good as well. It was extremely funny, and confusing. very confusing. but very funny. the long strong wong hong kong tong gong thong. hehe. (did i get that right). the only thing i really didn't get is if *SPOILER WARNING SPOILER WARNING* daphne was really the first bride the whole time, why did she and Jabez go through that whole deal about Revealing THe Curse when they were all alone? unless they were doing that in case the killer was eavesdropping? if anyone has a thorough understanding of the play *cough*Corey*cough*, please explain. *SPOILER OVER, SPOILER OVER*. anyway, amy is desperate for me to get offline, because garret might call. and their not allowed to see each other anymore, and garret can only call on thursday nights, but apparently he called tonight to. oh heavens! so i'll be nice now and go (actually, it's not that nice, because i only said i'd disconnect while i was typing, and now that i'm no longer typing...)



have you been half asleep, and have you heard voices? i've heard them calling my name. is it the same sound, that calls the young sailor? the two may be one and the same. i've heard it too many times to ignore it, its something that i'm s'posed to be. someday i'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers, and me. All of us under this spell, we know that its probably magic.

Dreams: Sign of Future or Sign of Obsession?

i am much relieved. after panicking all morning about my optional algebra final and my homework that is probably not worth a letter grade and my last test that might not have gotten a 94, i realized that with the way he's grading our optional final, as long as i did a good job i'd be alright. and i'm pretty sure i did, although i wish he'd given us back our last tests. Humph. and i just realized the computers in UCC library don't have a calculator on them. geez. oh well.

I had a very strange dream last night. It was very strange, but i was extremely happy with what was going on in the dream. it was the kind of dream where, even though whats going on is logically impossible, you are completely convinced it is real, then you half wake up, and even though you're still in the dream, you realize you're dreaming and it just kind of stops. thats probably why i didn't want to get up this morning. i kept burrowing down in my blankets repeating the dream in my head and trying to fall back into it. there was only one thing about the dream i would have changed, really. now i'm just wondering if i dreamed about it because it's actually going to happen or i dreamed about it because i was thinking about it yesterday and have been obsessing over it for a while? unfortunately for you curious people out there, i'm only revealing the dream if i get some kind of sign that it is a sign of things to come as opposed to obsession. sowwy.

yesterday morning i went to ihop with phyl, rachel, miles, and krystal. it was lots of fun, and we decided we needed to have a movie night. i think krystal said a sunday would be good... we need to all go bowling, too. we did that once last year.


There was a hoop snake that bit its own tail. "Sure it hurts, but now you can roll!"

There's a Complex Under My Bed

I think we as human beings may know too much about how our brains thoughts and emotions work. a lot of times, i think knowing so much about how we work causes us to give complicated explanations to our behavior that are really unneeded, they just give us extra complexes that just confuse us a bit more. that said, i'm taking introduction to psychology next quarter. :) lifes just full of paradoxes, isn't it? i like that word, it paints an interesting picture in my head, because i start to think paradise, then i think oxymoron/hypocritical, and i come up with a series of twisted up upside down little islands.

oh, i haven't talked about this on here yet, have i? last friday, at work, i was working with philip and sarah and a few other people. philip was teasing sarah gently, and i was thinking back to a week or so ago when sarah had been complaining about how hyper philip had been. i hadn't really noticed, and i realized that he bugged her more than anyone else. i came to the conclusion that maybe philip liked sarah, and not Five Minutes after i thought that, he gave her a bouquet of flowers. We were all laughing and talking about it for like twenty minutes after he left, it was so sweet. he says he's going to ask her out to dinner soon. all at once now: aaawww. (and yes, the ironies of this have already been pointed out to me by rachel, and no, i actually didn't realize they were there until she pointed them out).


When all the other ducks are standing in a line, I'll be the one in the back dancing.

Demons, but isn't Daemons such a prettier looking word?

After posting my own blog, and especially reading my friends blogs, i've come to the conclusion that everyone has their own set of daemons, and its nice to realize that, because mine aren't any worse than anyone elses, and everyones insecure sometimes, i'm not the only one. (and i realize it should be spelled demons, because daemons are a part of your soul in pullmans books..well, i guess that would fit here..but pullmans were generally good daemons. oh well, it looks cooler).

I would like to announce that amy has received her birthday present ON TIME this year. yes, there are three wrapped candles sitting on the table for her from me, i'm not giving her her present in july this year. she's getting a laptop from my grandpa, and it looks really nice. much newer than the one i have, but ah well. mine works. as long as i could get a USB CABLE and adapter to connect the printer thats been lying under my bed for TWO YEARS to my laptop, i'll be okay. actually, wait, i do need to get it checked out because the charger isn't making contact with the computer when i plug it in anymore. i have to duct tape it just right or it won't charge, and i have a sneaking suspicion thats not very good for the charger or the laptop.

i also finished my research paper on fairy tales. yay! but that means i should go do algebra study sheets. boo. i could work on my speech, that would be fun. or copy philosophy notes, which would be horribly not fun. oh, and if anyone has any ideas at all on how to design and build a car that can travel ten meters forward carrying a water bottle, drop it off, then return to the place it started, please let me know. or abby, or rob lowe, or mike voto, or nick. please.

i had a riddle...it wasn't the step one, it was something i heard today. and i thought, oh, surely someone i know will appreciate this. and now i cant remember. hum. oh! it wasn't a riddle, more of a trick. take your right foot and turn it in clockwise circles. clockwise, mind you. now take your right hand and draw a six in the air. your foot went counter clockwise there, didn't it! haha! i can't do it either. ah well. a good day to you all.



For the world as it is depicted in the fairy tale is not the world of miracles and magicians, but that of the great and final justice about which children and people of all times have dreamed.

Waiter Waiter Percolator

firstly, i would like to thank you in advance for pardoning all typos, because i'm tired and am not feeling my best. cindale needs to update her fanfic. oh, and please excuse all random statements. in my head, they're not as random as they seem, but i'm a bit out there right now. i haven't been in the best of moods since show choir. its actually not the fault of anyone at practice, its more a mad at myself type deal, for my innate quietness. a bunch of thoughts are going through my head right now, and im trying to figure out what the best order would be to write them down in that would make sense without sounding any crazier than the whole thing actually is. the best thig to start explaining, i guess, would be that i've always been an extremely quiet person (i must have said this a thousand times during my life, but i always feel the need to repeat it. it explains something, somehow, although i can't explain it in itself). as i got older, i thought i outgrew it, but recently i've been finding that i've hidden it rather than actually eliminating it. it manifests itself in a variety of places, but its almost always in the form of a wall of some sort. i feel like theres a wall stopping me or separating me or both or more at times. so to apply this to today's practice, ...oh wait, i left out an important part i just realized was very connected to this. as long as i can remember being around outher peopel, i've felt very wathced and judged and critiqued. and being the perfectionist that i am, i don't like to make mistakes, and i hate it when people know i make mistakes. maybe some of you see where this is going when applied to show choir? once again lets pause while i explain this in my head first......alright, i might have it. today, as one of the last practices before our first concert, there is sudden panic over the fact that we aren't singing loudly enough for the mikes to pick us up. now when i sing by myself, completely...i won't say that i'm really loud, but i'm not whispering the way i am on stage. and i feel really guilty about the fact that i seen quietly whenever other people are around, especially when we're performing, and i really do try to sing out. but first the innately quiet part of me puts up its wall, which in my experience can be as bad as the Berlin Wall, but then the perfectionist part of me pops up with the part of me that constantly feels everyone's judging me and reinforces that and its like mounting the Great Wall of CHina. all on top of the fact that singing is physically hard for anyone because we're dancing. it doesn't stop there, though. the people that can and do sing out always get so frustrated with the people who arent singing out, not that i blame them , i get frustrated enough with myself, as i think i said. especially poor jamie, she breaks down in tears every year. and i want to go over and give her a hug like april and maggie, but along with my quitness comes innate shyness, hand and hand. i have enough trouble giving my best friends hugs when they're upset and need them, i can't do it with people i don't know as well, even though i've known jamie since fourth grade (it's harder, actually, with people i used to know better than i do now. but thats anotuher topic). it one of those cases where i can sense a wall separating me from other people so much i can practically see it. its as though i can actually feel that wall or some force associated with it holding me in my seat. then, as always, the judgement voice chimes in saying that i can't help anyway because i'm not singing out and i'm one of the people frustrating her. and i just can't shake those voices from my head, they've always been there. and here cindale comes in a bit, even though she is in no way related to show choir by any stretch of the imagination that i know of. when i came home i should have worked on my research paper thats do friday. or notes for algebra or philosophy, or my speech. especially my paper though, as thats due soonest. but as i have explained, i wasn't feeling great physically (headache) or mentally (the trials explained above) and any attempt at working would have made it worse and been poorly done anyway. so i moped for a few minutes getting a snack, then i turned to a source of comfort that i had thought of- hp. laugh if you will (and don't deny it, i know you all are), but i have been rereading the potter series and had recently begun the third one. when i began rereading them, i rediscovered just how magical they really were and how the potter world lingered in my brain even after i'd put down the books and left me in a better, more magical mood. i'd either never quite noticed that or forgotten that every other time i'd read them. so instead of working on my paper, i spent the three hours following practice finishing the prisoner of azkaban. and it is remarkable that the book did soothe my nerves and put me in a better mood, remarkable because the third book is full of last minute twists for the worst at the end, and when you read it knowing what lies ahead, its nerve wracking, for me anyway, but it still helped me, because i know that world inside and out, and even though horrible things happen in that universe, and the last book ended with the worst thing of all and things are incredibly uncertain and honestly no one is sure whether harry even will live or die at the end- even with all that, in the harry potter world, i know everything will be okay, and everything is safe. i dn't know where on earth that assurance comes from, but its there, and it helps me. i find it in other books too, actually, like the circle of magic. its a simialr situation- horrible thins happen (rosethourn at the end of briars book, anyone?) but i know that there is no safer place than that book. sometimes i'd like to live in fairy tale land. other times, i think so much reading can be an unhealthy addiction. and times like now, when i actually am thinking about my research paper at least in part, i remember that the fairy tale world is actually a very violent place, and is one that i need to go research.


Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it.

Warning, controversial topics cause controversy...

I'm just full of topics today. to start with, i have new poems posted on deviantart. secondly, i can't complain that i hardly ever see anyone other than mrs. mcarthy at kroger anymore because phyl came on thursday and yesterday i had mrs. beresford, my middle school librarian, and mrs. conn, my fifth grade teacher, come through my line right after each other. and mrs. conn remembered me! that made me happy. (but i don't think anyone knows who mrs conn is, do you? unless travis or abby is reading this, or maybe krystal is...) i've also written down every little thing that is floating around in my head so the stress of having to remember these things is taken away (although i do still think about them, because they've yet to be done.) ready? here we go.

1. Write research paper (due friday)
2. Make algebra notes to use on test (due friday)
3. Catch up on algebra homework (due next friday)
4. Write my speech (due monday)
5. Review my philosophy notes and STUDY (due monday)
6. Get scholarship information
7. Create a filing system for scholarship information
8. Get Edifi in order
9. Email Abby and Corey about meeting with senators
10. Call Mrs. Krueger about setting up tutoring program for math
11. Work on duct tape prom dresses with Rachel
12. Put kroger card on key chain (hey! that ones done!)
13. Work on my begley story
14. Sell Avon (due wednesday)
15. Write down celebrity story
16. Finish essay about silence
17. Email professor Hinton so she knows when i'm taking the final
18. Turn in calendar money to Jan (due a long time ago!)
19. Figure out how the heck to build our science challenge car
20. Email senators the letter i wrote on TRIO day
21. Register for SAT
22. Send in my taxes
23. Confirm college visit to University of Evansville
24. Talk to Grandpa about Hollins Literary Day
25. Buy Amy's birthday present (due Thursday)
26. Put looseleaf paper in binder (due Wednesday)
27. Get a flannel shirt (due next Monday)
28. Submit poems, stories, and essays to Cicada

I warned you! it is a long and varied list, and all of that has been bumping around in my head saying finish me, finish me! and its better now that i wrote it down, because i don't have to remember it on top of finishing it. i keep adding to it too, and if i actually use this list it could become quite handy. although, it's written on the back of a kroger receipt, and wastefully long as they are, i'm about out of room. hmm.

oh, and getting to the subject of my title. we were discussing our controversial speeches that we will be presenting next week, and that was very interesting. we had some good discussions. the person i was talking most with has refined his topic from "gay marriage is a sin and should not be allowed" to "gay marriage will undermine and demean the institution of marriage" (i think his is the most controversial). i kept bringing up counterarguments that he would need to tackle in his speech to convince me (not that i think anyone could really, because of the different friends i have). he almost backed out of doing it, but i think he's going to go for it. i am doing the no child left behind act, but i'm wondering if anyone in the class is actually against it (that's probably just the fact that i'm surrounded by people at home and high school who oppose it, though, there could be college students who agree with it). i don't want to give a controversial speech that everyone agrees with, becuase that would defeat the purpose. i think eric's doing animal control, jacob might be doing the immigration policy, he hasn't decided yet, someone's doing that everyone in america should speak english...it'll be a very interesting night. my biggest problem will be just sitting and listening, and not being able to argue. i love arguments just for the sake of arguing, and especially when you truly disagree and are knowledgeable enough about the subject to effectively argue your point, it's hard (really really hard) for me to just not say anything. Karen (teacher) has said that we can stay after to talk about it though, so there's a good thing. anyway, i think i'm out for tonight.

To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

Inspector Gadget Strikes Again

Inspector Gadget came through my line again. no other celebrities to report as yet. I had an interesting thought at work- a breakthrough, if you will. I've always thought it a bit odd that i hardly ever get depressed (i don't mean seriously, as in clinically depressed, just the every now and then type deal). Every once in a while though, when I'm thinking of certain things, I get this really intense feeling...i never really thought of it as sadness, just really intense and powerful. intense is really the best word for it. it makes me feel as though the answers to everything are available to me when i feel that way, if only the words were there as well, and if they were there too i could write forever. Anyway, i was feeling a bit like that at work (it helped that i was already half off in my own world) and i realized, hey, the thoughts that are leading to these feelings really aren't very happy thoughts. so maybe that intense feeling is just my depression. if so, i'll gladly take it over just feeling sad. it's much deeper, and inspirational, which is a great plus if i'm going to be sad anyway. it distracts from the sadness, too, if i'm trying to find the words to describe it. anyway, what else was i going to say....

oh yes! i found this on deviantart.com, but i think it will work in this forum as well (plus, it's a sneaky way to try to get more comments.). anyway, here it is.

stolen from ~UnlivableSquire
Ask me 4 questions.
Any 4, no matter how personal, private or random.
I have to answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.
In turn, you post this message in your own journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked to you.
change the name of where you got this, to the person you got this from if you take the challenge.

Comments are wonderful!


Some days you're the pigeon, some days you're the statue.

Flying Tubes of Elidel Contaminated by Herpes Victims

Math class was highly amusing today. Our professor, as he sometimes does, picked up a random object that was lying around near the front of the room. Today, it was a tiny tube of Elidel. He was musing aloud about what it was used for. I knew i recognized the name from some tv commercial, but i couldn't quite remember what it treated. a girl behind me jokingly suggested it was medication for herpes, and he tossed it across the room as though it had caught fire. We were teasing him about how he could have it on his hands now, and he had to go wash his hands, that kind of thing. it was really funny too, the way he was looking at his hands all uncertain like. he ended going online to check what elidel was, we made him so paranoid. he couldn't really concentrate till he'd done that. it was amusing. (oh, and elidel is used for eczema, for those curious. not contagious or STD related in anyway).


Save one person, and you save an entire world.

Topics from a hat....er, pocket.

This is either going to be a very short entry or a very long entry. either way, it will be a very random entry. see, whenever i'm at work, i think of things and i tell myself 'oh, i can talk about that on my blog.' then, a few hours or days or weeks later, i'm sitting in front of a computer and i'm thinking 'i know there was something i was going to talk about...' and i hardly ever remember what it was. so, i came up with a solution. whenever we sign on or off of our register at work, and we have to sign off and on again during long periods of no customers, it prints a tiny slip of paper with the time and other random numbers on it. these slips of paper are annoying, but my idea was to jot down all my 'blog thoughts' on these little slips of paper, so i don't forget them later. it's like drawing topics out of a hat, really, is what it feels like (see, its already working- i have 'topic out of the hat' written on a little slip of paper).

My line of famous celebrities continues to grow. This time, it was...well, i didn't really figure it out. i knew i'd seen someone who looked a lot like him on television or in a movie, but i couldn't figure it out. regardless, he was there. Also at work today, we were running out of register tape. for those of you who are unaware, register tape is the paper we print receipts on. i think i might have gotten the last complete roll (oh no, that was annie, she got one that had been stuck up with the front office. anyway, thats beside the point.). The point is, there were no more rolls of tape. Someone ran out, so they stole the tape out of register 7, because we weren't using that one. later, cory had to do a pickup on register 7, which involves printing out a piece of paper that says how much money is in the till (this papers only about an inch or two long, mind). but since we were out of register tape, and 7's had been taken, he had to take the tape out of my register, put it in 7, print the piece of paper, and put the tape back in my register. it was so pathetic it was funny. during that time i got a customer, too, but i couldn't do anything till i got my tape back. Also extremely funny was when Katie ran smack dab into the automatic door. i saw it out of the corner of my eye, but i didn't comprehend it until everyone was completely cracking up laughing. It was like one of those windex commercials, with the crows.

I might write more later, but house is on, so bye for now.


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