Army Crawling

Whenever I hear the word "oligopoly", I get distracted.
It doesn't represent what it sounds like it should represent.

For example, it sounds like a kind of sweet move in volleyball.
"Dude! So it was 20 all, and Sean went up for the spike, and then Wayne pulled an oligopoly and we totally won!!!"

Or it sounds like it could be a really complicated surgery.
"This morning Dr. Howard will be performing open heart surgery, rhinoplasty, and an oligopoly on our patient, Mr. Ford."
(I think it'd be a term for hand replacement)

It could also be a board game. It fits right in with the other games in the closet.
Scattegories, Chinese Checkers, Cranium, Clue, Taboo, Oligopoly, Pictionary, Outburst, Outburst Jr., Trouble and Apples to Apples.

It'd be like Monopoly, but waaaaay more competitive.

*awkward pause*

Oh, come on! PLEASE laugh at my business school jokes!!!

How come it's socially acceptable to take a smoke break, but somewhat unacceptable to go stand outside for a few minutes sans cigarette?
Healthy people like fresh air, too.

I had this dream that I found this scary looking gorilla mask, and I was like, "AWESOME. I'm going to wear this around!" So I put it on and was trolling around my kitchen at home and then I noticed that my eyes changed colors to a baby blue when I wore the mask.

I was like, "OMG Mike would love this! I must take a picture of it!"

So I took off the mask and hid it under a cardigan on the couch and I went to go find my camera, hoping that my eyes were still blue.

Outside, it was snowing, and all of Sarah's dumb friends came from the forest wanting to hang out. I was really annoyed that she wasn't around to hang out with all these people. There were like 80 of her dumb friends.

Then suddenly, I'm at church with my sisters and Mike and other people, and it was like Pittman Park but a different kind of church?

Finally, I get back home and I'm like, "I HAVE TO FIND THE MASK SO I CAN HAVE PRETTY BLUE EYES AGAIN."
I look under my cardigan, and it's NOT THERE.

Sarah's sitting nonchalantly on the couch, so I blame her for taking it, and she says that it's gone because of my stupid friends, and the last thing I remember was yelling at her, "They were YOUR stupid friends!!!"

And then I woke up to Porsha's dumb friends in our echoey living room loudly talking about meaningless crap that concerns only them, not even mindful that other people MIGHT be living in the adjacent rooms.

Can I live alone* yet?

And WHY DO PEOPLE CALL AT 4:57 ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON!?!?!?

Here's a true story:
A professor at school sent out an e-mail at the end of November saying there was a part-time accountant opportunity at the Habitat for Humanity office in Savannah. They were accepting resumes and references until December 8th.

So DECEMBER 5th, I get all my junk together and write a fantastic letter about how qualified and awesome I am.
Hit "Send".
Not more than 5 minutes later, I get a response.
"I am sorry. We are not accepting resumes at this time."

?

I got yelled at.
:C
I wallowed in self doubt for about 3 days after that.

But it's okay! I found out I can probably get a graduate assistantship for the summer that will pay like $1800 for about 5 weeks of work, 20 hours a week.
That's like $18 an hour, son.
And that's pretty good.

I've just got to keep army crawling for another 6 days.

I want that gorilla mask, though.
That was a lot of fun.

Outrunning the people and not necessarily the bear,
TWS