Another thing...

So a few nights ago I was parked in the parking lot of this bar. Someone comes in and says that a blue accord was hit in the parking lot and the guy drove away. Of course this is my car. So I go outside, and my car is across the damn parking lot from where I was parked, rammed into the back of another car. This, to understate, is just plain rude. There was close to zero damage (dont ask me why, long story..), if the guy had just come in and been like, 'hey, so i accidently hit your car', and then I had seen there was no damage, I probably would have been like 'hey, no problem'. I doubt I would have even taken his information. But to leave someones car across the parking lot rammed into another car, thats just big time rude. Thats fine though, karma comes back around...

Married by Jack Gilbert

I came back from the funeral and crawled
around the apartment, crying hard,
searching for my wife's hair.
For two months got them from the refrigerator,
and off the clothes in the closet.
But after other Japanese women came,
there was no way to be sure which were
hers and I stopped. A year later,
repotting Michiko's avocado, I find
A long black hair tangled in the dirt.

I don't want to be a creepy!!

So something unsettling occured to me last night. Rob and I were at a comedy club, and the comedian was talking about how you can use a magnifying glass and direct sunlight to burn holes in things. What's unsettling is, I distinctly remember doing this as a child. I have this picture of myself, all alone, in the backyard burning holes into newspaper with a magnifying glass. What's more, I'd like to think that this isnt true, but I think I was using the magnifying glass to burn faces out of the newspapers so there were just little newspaper picture people with bodies and a hole for a head. Furthermore, I know that I burned a few slow-moving ants in this time. I think that until this time I have blocked these images out due to their incredibly disturbing nature. Was I a creepy kid?!?! All this time, I thought I had this great well-adjusted childhood, come to find out... I mean, I always had a lot of friends as a kid and I played sports and I was happy and all that, but there I was when no one was looking, in the backyard burning holes... I was like a closet creepy. If one of you guys who knew me at that time would like to email me and tell me that I was a happy and well-adjusted, please, do so...

Amazing Cheese Pizza and Overalls

First off, I will of course mention that I am blatantly and shamelessly copying Jon in making little bold titles for my entries. It's cool, I'm a copycat, I can deal with that. Anyhow.. I just got back from a little excursion to Prague, and here are two little stories that in some round-about, completely random way, are connected to it. First of all, I think that Prague should be given the distinct honor of be named "Overalls Capital of the World". Now granted, I have not checked out the overalls-wearing population all over the world, but I have a feeling that Prague is right up there. I have never seen so many men wearing overalls in my life. And not jean overalls. No, no, BRIGHT blue overalls. I think that this is like the standard uniform for construction workers or city workers over there, but I never quite figured it out. Do you remember the video for that song from the 80's "Come On Eileen"? Well, the band in the video is walking around in these stupid looking overalls the entire time and, maybe because I am unaccustomed to seeing men wearing overalls, this is what I associate the men in Prague with. I would see the men and then I would walk around singing that stupid song for the rest of the day.
Secondly, A little story about cheese pizza. So I'm on the flight home and it's lunch time, and I am starving. The choices are turkey or salmon. It might help to mention that I am in the very last row of the plane. When they get to me all they have left is salmon. Fish sicks me out. So I have nothing to eat. 7 hours later, I am DELIRIOUS with bordem and hunger, ready to smother myself with the in-flight pillow, when they decide to serve a snack before we land. A little, tiny, coaster-sized cheese pizza. I have never appreciated pizza so much in my life. It was a gift from god. It was also the greasiest pizza Ive ever encountered and my stomach was upset for the rest of the night, but it was the most amazing pizza of my life. Appreciate your pizza, boys and girls, because someday there will be only salmon.

Today was... a challenge. I am back to having two jobs, for the next six weeks. I waitress and I teach at a preschool. In four weeks I wont be working thirteen hour days anymore and I may possibly be able to have a life again. Today though.. oh, today was worse than most days. First of all, I was late for work this morning.. I was supposed to work at 8am, but... I woke up at 8am. And Im rushing to get ready until I stop and say 'screw it. I want to wash my hair. I wont have time to wash my hair at any other time today. ' and so I was an hour late for work because I washed my hair. Now that may seem a bit petty, but I think we should look at the big picture here, which is, when its a luxury for you to wash your hair, you know you're too damn busy. So the first half of the day goes fine, I go on my afternoon break, come back.. and two of the preschoolers have flushed their underwear, shorts,shoes and some paintbrushes down the toilet. And the underwear and paintbrushes are stuck in the plumbing. I am not paid enough to deal with this.

Iceberg lettuce. This is a ongoing fight between me and my boyfriend. I say, iceberg lettuce should be stricken from everyone's diet, due to these three points.
#1- it has NO TASTE
#2- it has a very very low nutritional value, especially compared to other green salad-type things
#3- it has almost no calories, and is therefore not giving much energy
It is basically the equivelant (sp?) of eating air. PLUS, when you think about the fact that you put salad dressing on it, you are gaining fat from the salad dressing without actually aquiring many nutrients from said lettuce. This is why everyone should eat Romaine lettuce or Endive or whatever leafy green you so desire. My boyfriend, however, says that why shouldnt you eat it, because though you aren't gaining much of anything from it, you're not doing anything bad to yourself by eating it. Sure, i would agree with this IF it had some form of taste, so that you were getting some kind of enjoyment out of it, but it doesn't!! So if it doesn't taste and it doesn't give you many nutrients, WHY WOULD YOU EAT IT? Eat something like Romaine or Spinach, that have taste and are good for you. If you would like to tell him that you agree with me and iceberg lettuce is completely useless, click on the link to his blogspot here.

Let's talk about my pet peeves. Today I was in line at a little cafe-type thing waiting to get a pop. The person in front of me was ordering a slice of pizza and says to the cashier 'Um, give me one of those." Um, no. I cannot think of a single instance where it is appropriate to say 'gimme' to someone that you don't know. Now, if you are among friends and want to say 'hey, will you give me that ..(insert word here)", fine, that's different. At a restaurant/store/etc., you say "Can I please have..". This all goes back to my theory that EVERYONE in the entire world should spend at LEAST a year working in some form of service profession, particularly food service, but any service will do. Reason being, if you are on the recieving end of "Gimme that", you will NEVER, EVER say it to someone else. The world would be a better place if everyone was did their time in the drive-thru.

So today I was listening to the radio at noon, which automatically means that every station is playing those 'retro lunch' programs that grate at my nerves and make me want to pop my own ear drums. But nonetheless.. so they start playing this mix of songs from 'Grease' , and I'm all singing along and thinking to myself, ' wow, Grease, what a great musical, I really like Grease'. And then I start thinking about it a little too hard. Do you remember this musical? this really nice girl moves to this school where everyone is a delinquent, and the guy she likes wont pay any attention to her because he's too cool for her. So what does she do, realize that she shouldn't change herself for some guy? NO!! SHE CHANGES TO BE COOL! and then everyone likes her. WHAT THE HELL?? THATS NOT HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO WORK. How did this never occur to me before in the thousands of times I watched this? I am now boycotting Grease..

Yay, first post.