okso, i need a little feedback here. if you're living at home and your parents make you pay rent (to 'teach you a lesson' not because they need the money), then should you be expected to perform the same chores/tasks as your non-rent-paying siblings?

okso tonight becky and i went out to friday's because it was local and becky didn't have any cash so she could charge her drinks there. we both had two "ultimate" size drinks (i had the hawian volcano - my favorite) and we were pretty drunk by the time we left there (this is actually the drunkest i've been in a while) because we're apparently old ladies and it only takes two drinks to get us drunk. anyway. so when we were leaving fridays we had to walk through the bar part and i was following becky and when i passed this one guy he said "hey, ladies..." and yeah he totally wasn't looking at my face. you know, i just can't tell you how impressed i am when a guy talks directly to my chest. i mean, i know it's impressive and all but, dude. don't be that obvious :) anyway, i felt like i had something more witty to say but i'm still drunk and i should just put mysefl to bed and it's kinda pretty lame that i'm sitting here drunka t my computer posting to my blog at 2am. later. ali

dammit. both of those last posts have been fucked up by blogger. ah well. bleh. what i was trying to do was write the following quote from megatokyo with a hyperlink to it, but the link won't show up...



I feel the need to b4th3 in b33r.

what the hell? blogger is messing up again...
that last post should have been....



I feel the need to b4th3 in b33r.

so today Becky and I went to Target (pronounced Tar-jay) to look at cheap-ass but stylish furniture with which we could furnish our cheap-ass but stylish first apartments. (well, mine will be cheap-ass, i'm not an engineer like Becky). Anyway, so Becky decided to purchase a cheap-ass but stylish 3 shelf bookcase. It was small but it was labeled "team lift" so we both lugged it up to the register (the box was deceiving... it was really kinda heavy). We heaved the box up on the conveyor belt and the cashier scanned it but left it there because it was heavy. Becky proceeded to pay for her purchases while I waited by the box so I could help her lift it when she was set to go. In the meantime, a big jabba-the-hut looking slob came up behind us with a few items in his hands. This guy was gross looking... he was very tall (I'm 5' 9.5" and he towered over me) and he was very round (I wondered how his bones and joints supported him). He was sweaty, with stains on the front of his shirt and he had stringy, curly, long blond hair. He saw me standing next to the shelf box while Becky was signing her credit card slip and said to me, "Do you think you can move that?" I was annoyed that he asked me because the box was heavy and I couldn't moved it by myself, and there was a lot of room left on the conveyor belt (see diagram below) because the box was standing on it's side. He could have put his few items on the belt beside the box, or hey, he could have waited a minute for us to move it because it's not like he was holding anything heavy. He had like three things in his hands, and one was a loaf of bread. So I said to him (and this came out much snottier than I meant it, I'm usually a very sweet person and I hate it when people are snotty), "Do you think you can wait a minute?" Then he yelled at me, "Hey don't get snotty with me" which kinda scared me, cause he was much bigger than me and he looked like he could have been crazy. I turned around to look at Becky for help and she hurried over to grab the shelf. She said as we were walking away, "Sorry sir, but, it's not like we were going to leave it there forever." As we were walking away he kept going on... "you don't know me... i've got back problems" and after he heard what Becky said he said, "you shut your mouth!" Anyway, it scares me that there are wierd, inconsiderate people out there that will pick on young girls...

"we may soon come close to actually experiencing death itself" <- this was said about the future of thrill rides on a show on TLC. Who would want to experience death as a thrill ride? that was just the most... i dunno... astounding thing i'd heard...

so i watched harry potter this afternoon... i love that movie :) it's just so cute... my sister and i kept giggling over how adorable the kid who plays ron is... i need to read the books again (i've been so bored lately that i've read everything else in the house)... i can't wait for the next book to come out, i hate how the last one totally left you hanging... more later... ali

argh... blogger's sucking it up and it won't let me edit that last post that didn't come out right.. it should have ended like this:

while i'm on the subject of overlibs, i really enjoy this javascript and i think it's extremely useful, so you should go here to learn more about it.

screw it. i'm not going to worry about that one any more. I'll look at it again later when i'm not so frustrated...
here's the description that was supposed to go in the overlib for walking on sunshine: Your upbeat approach to life makes "Walking on Sunshine" the perfect anthem for you. We can see you dancing down the vegetable isle with your grocery cart, smiling at all the checkout clerks. We sure hope you've had your Wheaties to keep up with your perky pace all day long. This happy, horn-driven tune carries you to work every day. And even in those brief lapses when you're not fully on your game, "Walking On Sunshine" seems to put things in perspective and get you back to your super groove. "And don't it feel good?" Who cares that this tune was a one-hit wonder for Katrina and the Waves? Even that quality matches your one-of-a-kindness. You're walkin' on sunshine and spreading it wherever you go.
while i'm on the subject of overlibs, i really enjoy this javascript and i think it's extremely useful, so you should

i'm dreadfully, horribly ill. i don't want to move. everytime i do i get dizzy. this sucks so much because i don't want to call in sick cause i only just started my job last week. God, i hope i feel better soon...

i don't know what's wrong with me tonight... i can't get to sleep... i've been so awake putzin around on my computer for hours, and when i finally got in bed i couldn't sleep. i just cried. i haven't cried in almost a week, i thought i was done with that. i don't even really know what i'm crying over. i mean, i know he's an asshole, i know he treated me badly, i know i deserve more than that and i know that i shouldn't waste my time thinking about him anymore. but he just pops in there every once in a while. i dunno... maybe it's habit cause we were together for so long. but whatever it is, i wish it would stop. i'm just so desperately sad tonight. i don't miss how he treated me towards the end, but i guess i just miss the way it used to be. and i miss knowing (or thinking that i knew) what was going to happen in the future... i guess i'm a little scared. i dunno. everything's going well at my job, i'll be starting back at school in the fall.. but nothing feels right yet. i just want to feel right again. i feel bad that i broke my promise to myself that i wouldn't write about it anymore... but i just can't help it tonight. i'm just so sad and i'm tired of pretending to be happy and alright all the time.

so here's something for you to try... try chewing on the side of your mouth that you normally don't... it's a whole new eating experience... everything tastes different on that side of the mouth... go ahead, try it... (i'm bored)

i got new underwear today :) Victoria's Secret was having their huge semi-annual sale... always exciting :) well, it's exciting for me.. i always enjoy new underwear :)

ok so i'm sitting here listening to church bells ringing, and i can swear they sound like the sad luke music from star wars... do doo, doo, do do do do... ok.. you can't here me singing it.. but it's always playing when luke looks sad... you'd know it if you heard it... don't look at me like that...

so here's how my conversation with my sister went a few minutes ago:

me: molest is an awful word.

my sister: yeah, that's why Celeste is an awful name.

that was just too random and funny, it had to go up here...

so check out my driver's tan... doesn't that suck?! I look like a freak... and, i don't even drive all that much... ugh. with the damaging effects of the sun, i'm gonna have one old looking arm and one normal one in a few years... i need to be a passanger for a while... i should take a long road trip with someone else so i can even out... (i look like such a freak in that picture, my sister was making me laugh when she took it)

these colors are most likely not going to stick... i needed to change my site right away (i was beginning to hate the way it looked) and these colors appealed to me 'cause they reminded me of a sunny sky... i'm going to change the format of the site a bit (hopefully) over the next few days and so the colors are probably going to change again... i haven't changed the overlibs yet 'cause i still enjoy a little punch of pink every once in a while :)

i got my car fixed today. It needed a new motor mount, which is apparently some part that keeps your motor from shaking the whole car while it's running. it only took about an hour, but it didn't seem that long because i had brought a book along to read... i sat outside the dealership on a bench while i read and regretted being a woman. well, not really. i regretted the fact that i could not sit in the most comfortable position to read because it wouldn't look "ladylike"... it was most comfortable for me to put one leg on either side of the bench, then place the book in front of me on the bench and lean forward to read it. very comfortable: it allowed me to lean on my elbows to read the book while at the same time stretch out my hips. But after some old guy looked at me funny i realized that it also probably looked pretty slutty. so yet again i'm forced to give up comfort because i'm a woman. but really, in all other respects, i'm so glad i'm a girl... you can always get people (guys) to lift/move/open things for you and i've never once gotten a speeding ticket although i've been pulled over many times for flagrently disobeying the speed limit.

so i've been thinking of redoing my site... i'm just not feeling the pink anymore. my favorite color is blue (i have an obsession with cobolt blue glass) but i really enjoy yellow and orange because they're happy colors (and i need to feel happy right now)... so, please vote on my little poll or leave me some comments to let me know what you think... thanks! ali :)

so my spidey-senses were on tonight (my super power is the ability to sense a spider near me)... a spider tried to attack me again tonight... ok, so i was just sitting here, minding my own business putzin around on the web when i felt the presence of a spider. i looked over, and sure enough, there was one darting up my wall... i immediately froze and stared at it, and (this is what freaks me out the most) the evil spider did the same... we sat there staring at eachother for a minute before i ran out of the room and got my 15 y/o brother to kill it for me. at first he missed it with the shoe i gave him and the spider ran up the wall further (i almost fainted), but then he got it. I really hate spiders. they're so freaky and disgusting and evil... see my post from may 4th to read of other spider-related freakiness...

so i was at that guy's page reading some of his old posts - some of which are hilarious :) - and he mentions drinking yeungling lagers, which i thought was funny cause i'd just picked up a case on my last trip to Pottsville, PA (where it's brewed) to visit family (you can't get yeungling outside of PA that i know of)... since i've lived outside of PA for most of my life it always weirds me out when other people know of yeungling... i enjoy it... it's the only beer that my friend, Eric will drink (he was introduced to it by some fellow Wagner College students who were from PA) but my dad (who grew up in Pottsville) maintains that it tastes like horse piss... anyway. that was a pretty random, meaningless post on a random beer. i should just go to sleep.

so Friday at work i had to use the shredder (paper shredder, not teenage mutant ninja turtles villian) for the first time... the shredder in my little office is an old industrial cross shredder that makes tiny 1/4 inch square confetti pieces and drops them into a bin located in the stand beneath it. I fed about three documents into the shredder before i heard a giant grymph sound... it, of course had jammed... it then began beeping loudly and incessantly... i'm thinking, "please don't let anyone hear, it's only my second day alone here, and i don't want them to think i'm an idiot"... i figured out that the only way to stop the thing from beeping was to take the bin that the confetti falls into out of the machine... so i took it out, made sure that it was set on manual mode and in the stop position and proceeded to try and clear out the jam... i stuck my hand up in the scanner... and out fell a pile of confetti about three feet in diameter and two feet high (ok... so maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration... but it was a huge pile of tiny paper pieces)... so now i'm sitting there staring at a huge pile of confetti sitting on the floor of my office thinking, "great, what am i going to do with that?"... so... then i think, "maybe i can just push the cart on which the shredder sits on top of the pile and then no one will see it... or i can be responsible and try and find the vaccum cleaner"... so i figure that for now i should try and pick up the stray pieces around the pile, because the drs are at lunch and i don't know where the vaccum is... so i kick of my shoes and kneel down on the floor in my skirt and begin picking up individual pieces of confetti and depositing them into the bin... and then Dr.W walks in and says, "anything exciting happen while i was gone?" "the scanner blew up" was my reply... he eyed me picking up individual pieces of confetti and said, "the vaccum's in the hall closet" before i had a chance to ask him about it.
I went to the closet which was about 14 inches wide and struggled to pull out the vaccum which was about 13.5 inches wide... i lugged it into the office and proceeded to turn around in circles looking for an empty plug... Dr.W came back in after i'd made my fifth sircle and pointed out the empty plug (right under my nose)... after he left i tried to figure out the vaccum cleaner. My vaccum at home is the canister type... when you detach the hose from the power head thingy it automatically sucks through the hose... well, apparently the standup type doesn't work that way... i kept trying different things to make it work, but nothing would make the hose work... and down the hall, i'm sure the drs heard the vaccum turning on and off... on and off.. i must have sounded like a complete idiot. i couldn't ever figure out how to get the hose to work, so instead i kept reaching down and spreading out the confetti pile and then running the vaccum over it...
believe me, that story is much funnier when you hear it in person... actually, you have to see me tell it, because there are all sorts of facial expressions and arm motions that go along with it... so maybe you should read it again and imagine that i'm jumping around making erratic arm movements and exaggerated faces...