Grandma Got Stuck in the Window and we Kept the Gifts

Going on two shots of espresso and two large cups of drip coffee. . . great I wonder if I'll explode. I have been building up a tolerance as I get free coffee at my place of business. Not really a good thing considering I tend to work in the eve'n times.

As a rule, during business hours we are required to play Christmas music; this now includes an Alvin and the Chipmunks rendition of "Blue Christmas", "Christmas Comedy" and my personal favorite "Kitten Christmas" which features a chorus of kittens mewing to the classics. It actually sounds more like someone has locked them under the stairs for twelve days and is poking them with a sharp stick. . . ahhh the holidays. Anything to spice up the old classics I suppose. After hours is another story however.

I've got the shakes.

This guy behind me is dominating the conversation. He seems to be the only one talking. Either that or the others are very quiet and slipping their comments in under my radar. His flow of speech seems uninterrupted.

Ive recently decided I am a hat person. I don't own many or even plan to buy any but I am in full support of their existence. I hope my support of this campaign doesn't backfire.

My dad is remodeling his house (well others are) and it is going to be a stretch to get it finished before the Christmas Celebration. Last night he was hanging out in the garage because he can't walk on the floor. When he wanted to go to bed he would climb in the window and only travel from bedroom to bathroom. Basically he's a hobo. "Honey it's time to open gifts! Would you mind coming in through the window? Oh and help your grandmother, she tends to get stuck on the way out!" Good thing Grandma's not comin' this year. . .

I was a GoodWill the other day and I bought a flannel plaid button up shirt (gap kids XL boys section); its for my lumberjack look. My friend insisted on buying this "ornament" which was a person-like creature with wire wiggly antenna, a bug shaped body, wings and a water bottle marked "jitter Juice" More than scary. He hid it in my house. I found it yesterday, I had just gotten up and groggily opened the fridge to find it staring down at me. . . better than coffee. Merry Christmas indeed you sick f*ck that designed this thing, merry Christmas indeed.

Once again my attempt at making my Christmas gifts failed miserably. I never give myself time. 'Oh yeah I can make 12 scarfs in 3 days.' Whatever, I made one and I am proud.















Merry Christmas Blogging Losers and A Happy New Year!

Starfish in wrinkled Frog pajamas

I start at my new place of employment at four of the o'clock this afternoon. I wonder if my inablility to count will negativly affect my performance.

All this week I have filled out evaluations sheets for all my teachers. I hope that they consider my highly informed and truthful opinion with the respect it deserves and fire a quarter of thier staff. Somehow, though they say that these actually matter and the actually will take them into serious concideration, I find this doubtful considering how many students attend who then fill out around 5 each. Whatever, I did give the self professed 'Nazi teacher' the review of her life. I must say I never would have thought that would be a desirable attribute, one with which to introduce youself.

I think I may have a really kickin' Christmas song collection.

I didn't feel like walking to school, so I danced.

Tonight is the night. That makes whatever happens sound v important.

Well, what actually happens is that I get off me bum and go to RICHARD III

put on by my fellow university students.

Apparently it is a rather 'rock' version though
I do not know if that applies to anything but the music.

Rather than allow us to enjoy the theatre I must then on Monday

have a lovely quiz/on what I have seen. "Shut I must pay attention, I am having a quiz" "Whats going on? What's his name? No I cannot relax I MUST know everything! I HAVE A QUIZ!" for 2.5 hours. Oh well, I happen to like 'the Shakespeare.'
I better like it considering I've had a week to memorize and block a scene from Shakespeare for my final. Cha! I better apply what I've 'learned.' (sun salutation, 'walking around the space', finding candy hidden in the room, etc)

Today, it being the week before finals or "dead week" there is some action in the University Center. We must 'stress less' so the kindly beings from above (offices upstairs?) have provided free food (healthy and caffine free o'course), playdough (art releases stress), dogs to pet (see prior reason), stress balls to squeeze (cough), and games to play. Thank you benevolent rulers! I partook in a little peppermint tea and a few strawberries. Nice dogs.

I think I'd like a hamburger.

Actually that sounds good; but latley (not that 'you' care) I have noticed that by default I have become a "fishatarian" because of all the gross chemicals in chicken and beef and the cost of organic by household no longer buys it. I honsestly eat more carb based products any way.

Must toodle I've got a mountian line (lion) to catch.

Tanking in the Moral Department of Sears

I was planning on leaving a longish blog that included all my rants and complements on my artistic styling of my new updated blog but. . .I have just realized that I sat at a computer desk fo a student with a disability. No wonder it was free. *sigh. . .