Skirts

Floofy skirts are great. Just thought I'd say that. They're comfy, cute, and you can wear them any time of the year. Kudos.

I've been extremely stressed out this weekend and I don't know why. Well. . . I was stressed Friday because I was afraid that I wasn't going to get any sleep and then I was never going to recover from a week of work. (I need (like) one night of nine-ten hour sleep per week, which is not going to happen when I have to get up around 6am every morning for work.) However, it turned out that I went to bed at a semi-decent time (I think) and slept for at least eight (probably around nine) hours. Go me. :)

Then there was Saturday, which was mostly boring. I got to watch some movies I wanted to see (I forgot my mom's pans though at my cousin's house (Sorry!)) and mostly did. . . nothing. Good day of rest. That night though. . . . . well, I was watching two of my cousins with their boyfriends and then there were two of my cousins with their wives. . . and. . . Oy, I felt lonely. It's nights like that that I am SO thankful I have brothers. And for some reason my guy cousins were really nice to me. . . I think they knew I was having problems. Not like I was hiding it, but still. It was really nice. Blessings on them all. Love you guys.

So I need to do some type of activity every day. Supposedly walking is like the best thing for you, but I hate walking in place. I mean, I don't like walking outside that much, but it's not as bad. Walking in the living room to a video without really getting anywhere sounds so. . . . EW! So I keep thinking I'm going to get a gym membership (I just found out that my cousin did and I was like, "Wha!?") or go to a hotel and use their pool or something, but. . . everybody is like, "Don't spend the money, you'll regret it. You won't stick with it." It makes me wonder. . . . If everybody were just more supportive and reinforced what I was thinking, if it wouldn't work better than saying, "Oh, don't do it! You'll regret it!" . . . . I'll never know though. I'm not going to (you can all be happy) because I think I'd end up hating it just as much as walking at home, but. . . I hate not to try, ya know? What if I don't mind it? I'm so different when I'm not at home. . . Ugh. I hate not knowing what to do. And I've been experiencing that an awful lot lately. *sigh*

Let's take a vote: Should I go to college for the Fall semester or not? Yea or Nay, cast your vote. Shall I flip a coin? Call it in the air. *moments later* I flipped a penny four times and three of those it was tails. You didn't call it though, so I guess we'll have to wait for the voting results.

St. Patrick's Day

Yippee! We all get to get drunk! Hoorah!

That was a mockery of people, just so ya know. What is St. Patrick's Day about? It's a day to get drunk. Therefore, utterly useless to Christians.

I'm told I don't post enough. I think I post plenty. Seriously, I don't have that much to talk about (or that much to talk to you people about; Teehee! I called you "you people" on here. *burst into fits of giggles*)

I got to sleep in today. :D Blessed slumber. Ah, how I love to sleep. And dream. Dreamless sleep is mostly annoying, because it's like wasted time. I mean seriously, you spend like seven hours doing nothing and don't even get a good memory from it. Come on!

I had fun dreams last night. I like to remember them, but lots of people don't like to hear them, so I'll not bore you. (Anymore than necessary, that is.)

I asked for the days off so I could go see the play my cousin is in (HMS Pinafore) even though I'm not positive I want to go. . . It's not really the play. I want to see the play. I want to be there at Maranatha to see the campus and stuff. I'm just not sure I want to spend eight hours in a car with my grandma and little sister. . . . I love them much. It's just. . . . Eight hours in a car together? . . . Yeah. I don't like spending eight hours straight with anyone, let alone in a small vehicle that's baking in the sun.

Grapes are only good if they're perfect.

Why are some people so easy to insult? It's like they just bait you, but then they have no come-back. Teehee.

Why are some people so dumb? And think they're funny? 'Cause they're children. They just haven't ever grown up mentally.

So yesterday at work, I needed an extra cup o' mayo for an order (Some of you have heard this story already), but I didn't know how to ring it up on the new computers, so I just yelled back to the grill area that I needed it. Jarred (manager who's only arrived about ten minutes earlier and was in the office till about twenty seconds ago: ie, he has no idea what's going on) comes up and says, "No, she doesn't." I repeated that I needed it, arguing with him to Beth (who was in grill) that I did need it. But who is she going to believe? Me, the normal employee? Or Jarred, the manager? She was leaning toward believing him obviously. Eventually, we get so loud that Jen (the floor manager and therefore, in charge) comes out of DT and says, "I don't need it!" Jarred raises his hands in victory and walks away, while I'm saying, "I do!"

Apparently Beth doesn't hear me though because I stand there waiting and she does nothing till I say, "I need that cup of mayo!" Finally, I get it and hand it to the poor customer. All because a guy (with his enormous ego) stepped in and said he knew more than he did. I could have clobbered him. Actually, I probably could deck him. . . . Hmmm. I resisted the urge and silently fumed, hoping that the other Jen woud give him a thorough verbal lashing.

Drifting on the sea of life without a sail.

New computers today. It was . . . interesting. I'm curious about how tonight went as neither of the late-shift managers had any experience with the new set-up. Poor Jarred.

One of the ladies at church tonight apparently quite recently heard for the first time that I've been considering going to Maranatha. . . . Yeah, she wasn't too pleased with the idea. To be completely honest, I'm wondering more and more if I should go this next semester or wait till the spring semester. . . or maybe next year? . . . I just don't know. I like my job. I'm going to get a really nice raise after my birthday. We just painted my room. lol I just don't know what to do. Bleh.

Pastor had a good message tonight about Solomon's prayer at the dedication of the temple. He hit on the fact that Solomon recited God's promise to David, asking God to keep His Word. Kind of the "Ask and ye shall receive" of the OT. It just made me think. Mostly in regards to the above paragraph.

I'm going to pull a Dave now and be half-cryptic while probably not fooling anyone about what I'm talking about. *ehem* ;)

So for a long time I was in a certain position in life. . . And then something changed and I find that since that change, though I was not looking forward to it, many things in life have become better. It's kind of saddening in a way. Because I miss the way things were, but I love the way things are now. (Definition of bitter-sweet, eh?) This is part of the reason I don't want to go to college. It'll change things all up again and I know I'm going to miss what I have here. . . even if what I get is good too. *le sigh* . . . . . . I just realized that for the first time in a long time, I'm happy where I am. . . . Hehe. Hmmm . . . Weird.

Back to ME mode: There are these two guys (probably mid to late 20s) that come into work every now and then. They're so nice. It's always a relief 'cause they're not in a rush and they smile and they're just. . . nice guys. Kudos to random people who understand that in the middle of a lunch rush, it's going to take a few minutes to get your food. =)

Movies and Work

I watched the Prestige the other night and then again tonight. I love that movie. It's very intriguing and there are so many subtle details that you miss at first. I liked it better the second time, and would like to get in one more viewing before sending it back, but. . . some people don't like that idea. I wonder what's next on our Netflex list. . . Hmmm. Probably nothing as good. Though Over the Hedge wasn't terrible. But. . . Well, I'm not a little kid. Heh. The best part was when Bruce Willis starts explaining about how humans "live to eat." Hehehehe. I'm digressing though. The Prestige. Great movie, and uncle dear, though the Illusionist was good, the Prestige was a lot better in my opinion. Michael Caine (as always) give a wondrous performance.

People at work keep quitting. Two more people quit this week and three people quit about a month or two before that. . . It's. . . weird. Ah, well. I'm getting 38 hours again this next week. . . Bleh. I wish it were more like 35, but I suppose I need money if I'm going to spend it. My next check should look pretty good.

Had to do dishes yesterday and today. My hands are starting to break out. You'd think that gloves would help. . . They don't when you don't realize that you've gotten water in them.

New computers at work on Tuesday. (Or rather Wednesday. They're getting installed Tuesday night, I do believe.) It's going to be interesting. . . Kinda freaking me out. I hope it's a really slow day. . . If we get slammed like we did today? Oy. Twould be death as far as the numbers are concerned.

And now a personal question: Why can I write so much, but when I talk to people I can't I can't seem to think of anything to say? . . . Seriously. Do you know? I have theories, but I'd appreciate input. :)

Always,
~Me~

March

Happy Birthday to all those with birthydays approaching. I don't usually misspell words on purpose, but Birthydays is one of the exceptions.

It's sad when you have over twenty bucks cash that's supposed to last you for the rest of the week and you put it all into your gas bill on Tuesday. . . It just breaks the heart. *sniffle*

My room is green. *grin*

My tooth hurts. It feels really loose too. . . . Hmmm. Mean Dentiststs.

My room is a mess, but for once it's not really my fault! Weird!

Do you ever see really long blobs of mutli-paragraphed information and you just sit there and look at it and think, "I really don't care that much"? And then exit out and go read online comics?

You ever talk to someone and get the feeling that you're just completely annoying them? I hate it when that happens. I never know if I'm being paranoid or if they really can't stand me.

I need something to read. . . Something not online. An actual book. *gasp!* Something interesting would be nice too. . . Not too deep so that you're afraid to pick it up, but deep enough to make you read certain parts twice and really think. Yeah. . . I should go read Foxe's Book of Martyrs. . . It's just so. . . terrible.

So my manager called me and asked me to stay an extra hour tomorrow. There goes my perfect six-hour shift. 39 hours this week I'm getting. Thirty-nine. . . . Well, Dad'll be happy. I wish I didn't have to work Saturday. Blech.

I should write something. . . . Write a story. I miss my dreams of narration.

My car is loud. It wasn't having any problems, and then Sunday we realized there's a hole in the muffler or something. Ah, cars. They always have some problem. I think they're instruments of mental torture.