tuesday i met beck in new paltz for dinner at the gilded otter. on tuesdays if you show them your tattoo you get 10% off. so rock! it's a brewing company, so we ordered their "beer garden" which was a collection of 9 shot glasses filled with the beers that they were currently brewing. we sampled, and determined that the really dark ones were really good, the darker ones were ok (i liked them better than beck did) the light ones tasted like perfume or suntan lotion or coors light (gross) and the red one tasted like Killian's Irish Red. I ordered one of the really dark ones, the Chief Maytaysay (?) Porter. it was great, strong and then at the end you could taste coffee and chocolate. i really enjoyed it. beck ordered their copper ale, the red one, and she enjoyed hers as well. the food, unfortunately, was not as good as the beer. our appetizer was pretty good, but the main course was just ok. i had a portabella and eggplant sandwhich which was pretty bland. beck's pizza rustica was ok though. we had creme brulee cheesecake for dessert, which sounded better than it was. the caramel on top was like a skin, not crunchy like you'd expect. beck enjoyed hers better than i enjoyed mine. at the end of the meal we almost didn't show our waitress our tattoos to get 10% off. i'd told beck that she'd have to handle that, and she did ask the waitress what it was all about. she said that if you could show her a tattoo before she brought the check she'd take 10% off. then she almost immediately brought the check. but before we paid she came back and asked us if we had tattoos or if we were joking before. because apparently we don't look the type to have tattoos i guess. so i said, uh, yeah, and showed her mine. then she looked at beck and asked her if she had the same one. beck said no and showed her hers. after the waitress left we discussed how she apparently thought we were gay. why does everyone assume we're gay? i don't think we put off the gay vibe or look gay (if there's a gay look). people apparently think that all the time. what the hell? anyway. so then we walked around new paltz because it was a pretty nice night. we laughed at a kid who rode his bike into a pole because we're mean (well, we were laughing before it happened and then it did happen and beck said. "don't laugh, don't laugh" which is really the best way to get me to laugh, so we became hysterical and then felt a little mean afterwards).

monday was an interesting day.

i woke up at 8:20. i looked at the clock and thought, "what day is it? it can't be monday, i'd be at work. it must be sunday. but wait, sunday i was in pennsylvania." so i picked up my cell phone and looked at the time/date display and saw that it was monday. i freaked out, jumped out of bed and pretty much ran around in a circle before i got my head together and called Mary Ellen to tell her that i just woke up and that i'd be in asap. i felt like such a tool... work sucked that day. it always does. i hate my job.

that evening i decided to go for a walk because it was only supposed to be nice out monday and tuesday and then the rest of the week looked like it was going to suck. so i packed my laundry in the car before work and headed for my parents' house directly from work. the gas light came on in my car on the way home, but i forgot to stop, so i figured i'd get gas when i went for my walk. i started my laundry and then headed out for the preserve in vischer ferry. i had a nice walk and i finished up around 830. i got in my car and headed towards the parents' house so that i could collect my laundry and go home. i proceeded up the hill from the village on vischer ferry road and suddenly my car wouldn't accelerate. i'm like, "oh my god! what's happening! this is a new car! aaauuuggghh!" so i rolled over to the side of the road on the way up the hill in a pretty shitty spot to have your car stop working because it was just around a curve and proceeded to freak out. i called my dad and said that my freaking car stopped working and i was really pissed and i didn't know what was wrong with it, perhaps it was the battery and could he come get me please and hurry because this was embarrassing. he asked if i had enough gas and i admitted that the gas light had come on but that the little indicator wasn't all the way to the empty... he said he'd be down so i sat there and waited with the four ways on hoping that no one i knew would drive by and that no one would stop to help me because that would just embarrass the shit out of me. dad showed up with a can of gas and poured some in my tank... and the car started. again that day i felt like such a tool. who runs out of gas? apparently this girl does.

so dad and i went up to the stewart's on the corner of vischer ferry and grooms road and we both filled up our tanks and then when we were leaving i noticed that there was a spider on the roof of my car near my sunroof which was popped open to vent. i freaked out and yelled for my dad to get it off because if it crawled in the sunroof i was going to die. he brushed the vile little monster off the roof and pointed out that it was the second time tonight he'd saved me then he got in his car and i got in mine and we both headed home. so i'm driving down (well, i guess up really, i was heading north) vischer ferry road following my dad home and i notice movement on the driver's side of my windshield. there was a spider crawling there. i was immediately grossed out and went to close my vented sunroof so that he could not get in at me when i realized that the spider was inside. i completely freaked out. "it's inside, it's inside, it's inside, it's inside" was all i could say over and over again. i tried to call my dad in front of me so that he could save me for a third time that night but he had the cell phone turned off. the spider crawled across the windshield to the passenger side, crawled onto the dash and proceeded to crawl at me. at this point i lost all rational thought and reason. i slammed on the gas and braked. i swerved all over the road. i flashed my high beams at my dad in front of me trying to get his attention. and all the while i was now screaming, "it's inside! it's inside! it's inside! it's inside!" i swerved into the ghetto chopper parking lot, took the car out of gear, yanked up the e-brake, unbuckled my seatbelt and pretty much fell out of my car. i turned around to look inside so that i wouldn't lose track of the spider (really, the worst thing ever is when a spider is attacking you and you lose track of it. then you don't know where the heinous little fucker is and what it's doing. it could be crawling on you. and that would be, well, i think i'd have to die). it was sitting on my dash above the vent near the steering wheel staring at me. it had come so close to getting on me. ew. ew. ew. ew. ew. ew. ew. ew. i tried to call my dad again, but the phone was still turned off. i called beck who advised that i kill it. well, if it were that easy, i would've just done it while i was driving. but for some reason i freeze up when i try to kill spiders. i'm so freaked out by them. i for some reason think that if i try and kill it that i will miss and that it will then jump on me or run at me. oh god, ew. that would be awful. anyway, so i looked around the parking lot and couldn't see anyone who i thought i could ask for help (it would've come to that had i seen someone who i thought would help me, i don't care that it sounds crazy). so i figured i had to kill it otherwise i'd be stuck there in a face off with the spider. i had sandels on the passenger seat that i wore to work that day. i couldn't reach across from the driver's side because then the spider would jump on me, so i ran around to the passenger side, retreived a sandel, determined that i could not try to kill it from that side because i might miss and risk losing it in the car or having it attack me, so i ran back to the driver's side and tried to psych myself up for killing it. i attempted a couple times and stopped and freaked out. and then finally i just slammed the sandel down on the spider and imediately withdrew from the car into the parking lot where i jumped around and freaked out because i had been that close to the spider. i peeked back into the car and saw no body. ew. there was juice on the dash, so i was pretty sure that i'd at least hit it, but i had no physical proof that i'd killed it. i was grossed out by the juice, so i ran into the ghetto chopper and bought some windex wipes which i used to wipe the juice off the dash. when i was done wiping the dash i took the wipe by a corner and held the spider juice wipe out in front of me while i took it to the garbage can. on the way back, i noticed that the car that was near mine wasn't empty. there were four guys sitting in the car watching my freakout. i felt like a tool for the third time that day. after i convinced myself that it was dead or at least mortally wounded even if i didn't have the proof right in front of me, i got back in the car and headed home. i was so grossed out though and tried to touch as little of the car as i could because i didn't want to risk touching either a half dead spider or a spider carcass.

i got home and told the parents what happend and they seemed to think it was no big deal. whatever. spiders are scary.

so i haven't updated much lately. i've been busy at work and then after work i've been doing stuff or not but what i've not been doing is sitting in front of my computer. which is good and bad. good because, well, damn, it's good to have a life and not sit in front of the computer all the time. bad because i just bought this freaking computer and i'll be paying for it for a while and i pay like $50 a month for the roadrunner service and so i should really get my money's worth out of both. anywho. i'm going to bed now (because it's freaking 240am and i've got to drag my ass into work in the morning), but i expect that i'll be able to update sometime tomorrow earlyish evening... so sorry for the lackage of updates and thanks for looking, and if you want to read some new stuff please check back later. : )

so i went to PA this weekend for my cousin's first communion. i totally did not want to go because it seemed that fun things were going on around here and all i had to look forward to was spending time with my mom and RJ (stepfather) and i don't like them very much. they just irritate the shit out of me. the weather sucked while i was down there. of course the weather up here was gorgeous the whole weekend. whatever. ugh. i was so happy to be home sunday.