Sick Leave

So I found my journal from last summer (er- February through September 2010). I'm going to post parts of some entries that have never before been posted on the internet.

March 7
I'm so ready for my econ test tomorrow. It's sad- I'm not looking forward to the test for the sake of pwning it, but rather a fact beyond that where I'll probably finish the test early and then get in line for my fruited chicken salad 20 minutes earlier.
Is it worth the wait?
Depends on how bad you want the salad.

March 8
I'm so glad I don't have anymore classes! Or a Southern accent...

March 27
Sammy: "I'm good at making people feel awkward. It's one of my spiritual gifts."

March 28
I'm not exactly sure what I do want, but I know what I don't want. I don't want to be one of those people stuck in an office for a 40-hour work week that ends up in their 40s and wonders where all the time has gone. Nono. I want to have the TIME that God has given me and REMEMBER what I did with that time. "This was the year I started my business" - "That was the summer of Owl City" - "This is when we bought our house"- etc.
Bottom line: Life is too short to spend it working for money that you'll use to die comfortably.

May 6
Like- I dove into that lake. If I weren't me, I'd like me.

June 12
Dad: "I need to rotate my tires. The front ones are getting bald."
Me: "Can't they just wear wigs?"

July 6
So get this- Mum and I JUST came back from our bike ride to Granny and Pa's house like- no more than 15 minutes ago. And the phone rings. Guess who. True story.

July 12
I found a quarter under my bed today.

July 30
So this week flew by. Let's see- Monday... I dunno. Tuesday- Ralph came, so we talked with him over peach wine. It was disgusting- the wine part, not that talking part. Or maybe that was Monday. But this peach wine- UGH. I don't know why we
1. used good peaches for that
2. serve it to other people
Dad says I don't drink it right- like, you're supposed to sip it occasionally, but every sip gets worse and worse. Anyway- then around Tuesday- yeah. Ok, Tuesday I wake up sick, but I already told Beth that I'd go to lunch with her and friends, and I do, and it was pretty entertaining. Funny things that Chris Busby said (not verbatim):
1. Sylvania: what kind of a country is that? Their flag has a guy on it going *shrug*
2. The iPad is nothing more than a Lite Brite.

August 1
Even if I'm going to the bank or the grocery store, I feel this need to look like a person and not a troll in pajama pants.

August 10
It's a pretty nice day for August. It's not humid and a little breezy. Still hot, but bearable.
Today has been annoying, and I don't really know why. Delineation:
1. So Sarah likes and therefore listens to Lady Gaga and all this club-like music. It's really stupid. And annoying. And it's not like she plays it in her room- no, no. She has her laptop set up in the den so everyone can hear it. Everywhere.
2. It was talking on the phone to the Avenue about moving in on Friday, and she comes busting in saying how I don't need to lock the door. Well duh- I knew she'd be running in the yard- WHY would I lock up? But like- WHILE I was on the phone. So she just stands there listening to me and I really hate the phone, so I didn't get to ask what time I can be there, which I guess it doesn't matter because we'll get there when we get there, but still. Urg. I hate split concentration. And then she just stood there and watched me.
3. I cleaned Granny's house today, and she gets these stupid mops that don't do anything. They just push crumbs around on the floor. So I was like- F that, I'm getting this clean, so I vacuum the kitchen instead. And it's finally clean. So when she goes to pay me, she asks if I mopped the floor and I told her what I just told you. Then she's like, "But did you put wet stuff on it?" WHY does it matter if I got it clean anyway? Mopping doesn't DO anything. It's not like there was any spill to clean up. It was just pushing dirt around instead of picking it up. So I tell her I did mop it- because I did do about half of it before I got fed up. And that floor looks GOOD.
4. We had no good lunch stuff, so I went to go to Publix to get chili to eat. And Sarah says some dumb stuff. Example: she was saying how we need to go to the post office while we're in Perry for the rabies shots. And she said, "We could go before or after the appointment." No. I thought we'd go during the appointment.
5. So I'm coming back from Publix, and I go to the mailbox to get the mail, and the flag breaks off when I open the box. And if you know anything about me, it's that I don't like our mailman. Or woman. Or whoever- they crumple certificates, and, obviously, break mailboxes. I've often thought what if the Fed didn't run the post. Like- what if there were a conglomerate of little postal businesses that got the job done? Maybe people would care about their work then. And that's pretty much been my whole day minus breakfast, Gone with the Wind, and kitties. And I did fix the flag, which was encouraging. Of course I had to figure it out by the side of the road with all the cars driving by like ??? But I did it. And it works.
Last night at quilting, I spent the entire time sewing SO may handles to SO many bags. It was exhausting. And ladies really like to talk about car/motorcycle accidents and how dangerous bikes are. I guess it gives them cheap thrills. Like ghost stories. Or those ride outside of Wal-Mart. Yeah- you know which ones I'm talking about.

September 2
So far today I have:
1. Woke up and read law and stat
2. CISM class
3. DIDN'T get my foot stuck in a bus! *yay*

September 26
-the day we went to the River-
Will: "Man- if Michael was here, we could pirateer that boat!"
Someone: "Why would we need Michael?"
Will: "Because Michael's our pirate."

And that's all I've got. There's some way more funny stuff, but it's not blog appropriate. Let's just say that my occasional rants are highly entertaining.
For me.

Not a fan of bangs,
TWS