Shwing!

I got high on caffiene today. Weeeeee!!

Someone called me princess the other day. . . Kinda freaked me out. I don't know the reasons behind any of it, which is even more unsettling.

This thing is like. . . the never-ending soda. (Came to mind while I was making drinks for Drive-through.)

Shall I sing tonight? "Sing, sing, what shall I sing?" . . . . I don't know the next line, sorry.

Some people don't know what the word "disassociation" means. . . It's a sad, sad little world.

There's this sign that I pass every day on my way to work. I call it the five-minute sign, 'cause that's about how much longer it takes to reach McD's. They changed the advertisment on it though, so for like a week I kept missing it 'cause I was looking for the wrong picture/words. . . . No, this doesn't have a point.

I like it when my managers thank me for things I did on my own. Yesterday, the store manager made a point to thank me for switching back and forth between front counter and fries. Pretty much made my day.

Well, that's all for today. See you next week at this same time on "What's my Crime?"

Sigh

So the scores have come in. As expected, I totally bombed on the Science section of the ACT. Oh, how I wanted a 28! Alas! I got a 26, which is about the equivalent of an 1180 on the SAT. . . Yeah, I'm dumb. Bleh. It was all the Science. I did great on the English and Reading sections. I did alright on the math. . . So I'm bummed about that.

I got a raise! Fifty cents. I now make what was my starting wage at my other job. . . But I like this job a lot better, so it's all good. (No, I don't normally use that phrase.)

I was completely freaking out this morning. I knew the roads were going to be bad, so I had adjusted my morning schedule to make up the extra time that it would take to arrive at work on time. However, I woke up to a blinking clock which said something like 3am. Power outage = extreme panic. After rushing downstairs (as quietly as possible), I realize that I did not indeed oversleep. In fact, I had over an hour left before I had originally planned to get up. All that to explain how God takes such great care of me. There was no reason why I should've awakened then. I was still tired. I had time to sleep. It was dark. God takes care of me. =D Why? He loves me. Makes me grin. =D

I need to go fill my car up. . . And deposit my check. Hehehe! =D My check was really nice this week. Good hours and a raise? Oh yeah.

I think I'm going to dye my hair again. . . It's not quite black anymore, but it's pretty dark still. It looks odd. . . Get red low-lights in it. *nods* That's what I'm thinking.

*singing* "Money, money, money, mo-ney! Money!"

So I gave away my blanket. . . I was cold last night. Hopefully, cousin dearest wasn't. Yes, I did just call him cousin dearest.

Colors

I was reading this thing on the internet and the background color was all blue. I looked down at my hands and everything looked really red. I wonder if that would work with colors like yellow and purple. Because, what really is the opposite color of yellow?

People who have natural comedic timing are lucky. People who can think quickly on their feet are lucky too. I'm jealous.

Is jealousy a bad thing? Not envy, mind you. Jealousy. Jealous of people's time or attention. Is it wrong? Hmmmm. . . . Probably one of those "depends on the extent" things.

Caesar III is a good game, but it gets hard. I like the easy levels at the beginning. lol I wonder if there's a way to set it so that you start with a ton of money and lots of stuff right at the beginning. . . . Hmmmm. Probably is. *evil grin*

I need to go buy yarn tomorrow. Bleh. And I need to finish that silly application. . . . Louder bleh.

What do you say to someone who has three kids, isn't married, and tells you her "hunny" sent her a song and she wants you to listen to it? . . . I listened to it. I'm thinking I shoulda said something about how messed up her life is by now (in less alienating terms, perhaps). :/

I have a theory. Introverts think less about themselves and more about the people around them. That's why they're so quiet - they don't find themselves interesting enough to talk about, but everyone else is. Extroverts are more self-involved and thus are always vying for attention because their focus is on themselves. That's why they talk so much.

Just a theory.

I need someone who'll talk to me. . . Just spout things off continuously about their day/friends/work/life. It's completely relaxing.

Dilemma

I don't know what to do today. . . I don't have to go to work. I don't want to waste my gas and go shopping (plus, I just went shopping and really shouldn't spend any more money for a while, heh). I don't have to study for the ACT anymore. (Haha! :D Thoughts like those make me happy.) I suppose I could go out and play in the quickly melting snow. . . Probably should at least once this year before it's all gone. I can't believe it's February and the snow is melting. . . It's just not right.

I wish I had a musket and an undead monkey.

I can't decide whether or not I should give my cousin the blanket I'm making. . . It was for someone else, but my dear cousin really, really liked it. . . Hmmm. Indecision is the bane of my existence.

I painted my fingernails and they all look pretty nice. Except one. It's really frustrating. Dumb thumb.

"Stop mop." Why do magic spells often rhyme in older books/movies?

I want to see another movie. . . What movie, you ask? I have no idea. . . I don't even know what's out. Oo! I know. I want to see The Prestige. Good-looking men, magic, intrigue. Does it get any better? I don't know yet, but I think I'll still side with Mel Gibson being a crazy, assassin man. Never know though.

First time for everything

Not that this is the first time I've written a blog. I have one elsewhere, but no one related reads that one. . . . cause they don't have a Myspace. . . .or something. . . I noticed something while reading through my other blog. I'm really glad no one in my family has read it. lol Not cause it's bad or anything. It's just. . . Well, they wouldn't like it. It's not funny. It's not smart. It's just me talking. Or rather typing my thoughts to myself. So we'll see if I ever post on this again.

I thought I'd explain where the Elicia Jade thing came from. But I can't really, cause it was a spur of the moment, "what's a name I like" thing. . . So too bad for you.

Anyway, welcome to my blog.
~Jenn~

AKA Elicia Jade