Romper ≠ Jumper

It's December now, so I figured it'd be appropriate to update.
Also, it's Phony Smile Day.
Too bad the Christmas Party wasn't today.
That would've been appropriate.
Ha.

As far as appropriacy goes, this paragraph's content is inappropriate. All week, I have been really wanting to say/use the B-word. Sometimes I think it would just really enhance my sentences/add more emphasis to its meaning. I don't know where this sporatic impulse came from, but I doubt it will come to fruition, unfortunately. If it did, it wouldn't be as glorious as it sounds and I'd get all guilty because that's what I do, and if it was as glorious as I think it will be, then I'd continue to say such atrocities, and that's, um, not nice.
So it's a lose-lose situation.

I was almost sure there was a grammatical error in my management information systems book. The title of a section is called "IT'S ROLE IN THE SUPPLY CHAIN" written in all caps just like that and I thought for sure they meant "Its role in the supply chain" and it really delayed my studying for a few minutes. Then I realized that IT is an acronym for Information Technology.

Also, I have a claim to fame. You know the Police Beat in the school newspaper, which could also be named the be-aware-of-the-drunkards-and-criminals-in-your-community? Yeah. Anyway, I went to the spa on Tuesday with Cleve and since I finished changing way before him (I know- by all the counts it doesn't make sense), I was able to find some keys sitting on the side of the pool. So I turned them in to the lifeguard, and that was my heroical act of the day. The George-Anne states: "A set of keys were found at the RAC."
That was because of me.
*phony smile*

I don't get the fascination with bags- er, purses. Or "pocketbooks". In what way is a satchel the size of a pork roast related to a pocket or a book? Furthermore, how can they be "cute"? It's big, brown, and leather- which means it probably will smell like dead cow. And there's nothing cute about a dead cow.

Yeah, I know how to strike through words now. WHAT*?

*That would've been an awesome opportunity for the word I've been itching to say all week**.
**I feel so NAUGHTY***.
***Just like when Davy puts that catepillar down that girl's back in the middle of church and Anne tells him that it's not something that Paul would've done because he's a gentleman****.
****See Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery*****.
*****Look!*************Stars!********************

It's good that not a lot of traffic's coming through our office. Otherwise, all of the good candy would be gone. Oh- and I wouldn't be blogging.

It got all cold outside. I figured I'd let you know in case you were inside an office all day. Like me. :( (but I have a job that makes money) :)

In fact, the other day at work I got seriously concerned that I had restless leg syndrome. I'm not really sure what it is or what it entails, but I know something was weird. I was sitting here, just like I am now, but my legs (or if you're brother-in-law: LAYGS. AYGS. AYghty! ok. I'm done) ached for no good reason. It felt sort of like growing pains, but I mean, come on- I'm tall enough already. And this wasn't how growing pain normally feels. I just had this strong inclination to move really fast: like take off my shoes, run around a bit, jumping jacks... I was just so tired of being still. So I spent the last hour and a half of work standing. And then I went home and while I was cooking dinner, I pulled Cleve off the bed (where he normally lounges, SO helpfully, while I run around cooking) and I'm like, "I NEED to do this!" and he finally moved, and I got on my back on my bed and bounced up and down using vertical leg momentum. It was phenomenal. And then I fell off the bed in a fit of hysteria. Cleve just watched me. And then I went back to cooking dinner.

Sorry if this blog is turning into a medical illness journal. "My fingers are being weird" "My legs hurt". Apologies if these things do not interest you.

I just had a really weird incident. The phone rang.
Me: "Student Accounts!"
Other guy: "Hey..."
Me: "...Hi?"
Other guy: "What're you doing?"
At this point I thought it was some upper management spy watching me blog or something.
Me: "...Working?"
*pause*
Other guy: "Is this Angie?"
OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH you wanted to speak to my boss ok this makes way more sense and you thought I was her and so you started talking ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh
See- this is what kind of confusion ensues when you have phones that roll. He called her direct line, she wasn't there, so it rolled back around to the front office.
Creepy.

Today, for the first time in my life, I listened to an iPod on my walk to school. Only since Apple is gay and doesn't charge things properly even though the last time I added songs it seemed to have been charged all the way, the battery sign was a depressing red blip, and it cut out not 5 minutes into my 20 minute walk. But then I turned it back on and it worked for the rest of the time, though the battery thing was like, "Fine- you want to push the envelope? I'll keep playing music for you until I am severely all out of juice." And then in economics, it somehow turned on all by itself, and then I discovered the Hold button.
Because Apple products are so dang touchy and Fisher-Price-like that they require a Hold button.

And then I made an A on the test and a 105 in the last economics class of my life. It was quite monumental.

My statistics teacher pronounces labels like "La-bells" and the letter z like the letter g,
T.T.

P.S. He's from Korea.