Said to me: Die

Good news: Brad is the new president of the English Society.

Bad news: I still don't have a car.

My new project is to make my laptop my primary computer, which is a larger project than it seems. I need to sort through all my music, pictures, and documents (keep or fail.)

Game on, bitches.

So I had an idea for a shirt that would piss off a large portion of the Greensboro populous: "Make business, not love." Of course, this needs a little explaining. Blah blah the key to world peace is money blah blah according to Penn and Teller and some other politicks. Get it? I thought it was clever.

I like water. And air. These are good things.

Reasons to like Carl Phillips:

"The human instinct is toward rationalization; words are the agents of rationalization that precede science, and they remain what we hold onto in those areas--the metaphysical--where science remains, thus far, inadequate. Cardiology cannot yet account entirely for the broken heart."

An unrelated matter: I'm addicted to reading other people's blogs. (I am. I am.) And so, I am slowly working on linking my friends' blogs on my own blog. Problem: not many friends with blogs.

Axe sells a loofah for men called the "body buffer." It's manly. 

Preparing a garage sale is exhausting.

I hope we do well tomorrow.

A customer apologized to me for someone else's rude behavior. When a customer is rude, fine. I'll deal with it. But something must be wrong when another customer, one that has nothing to do with the other customer, feels that he needs to apologize for the other person. I vote mandatory shock collars (once again.) Or paper cuts dipped in rubbing alcohol.

During the Rush period at work we wear shirts that say "Yes I can help you." Whenever someone comes up to me and asks "can you help me?" I have to resist the urge to say "you read my shirt, didn't you?"

I need a new job. I mean, I continually think up ways to 1) commit fraud and 2) torture our customers (even though I like some of them.)

Facebook. What's not to say about facebook? Facebook is the new Jesus (obviously.) I especially like when I can see everyone else's drama played out via status messages or notes. My friends and acquaintances are having a tough July/August.

Along with Patrick's future purchase of a motorcycle, he has decided to get a tattoo as well. I think he is going through a midlife crisis.

All I want is a Smart Car. I hope my midlife crisis will be cool. I'll probably end up baking lots of cookies and realizing children hate me so I'll tape them to a door...

I'm going to be that crazy lady.

I know I'm rambling tonight. I've caught my 3rd wind. And I get to do it again tomorrow too. Just think about shifting anywhere between 7-25 books at a time back and forth for 9-12 hours a day. You'd want to ramble endlessly too.

Or do lots of drugs.

A friend of mine dropped by work today and suggested I write a poem about being stalked. He also handed me an article about a woman who had been stalked for years and wrote a book about it. I don't know what to think.

I'm going to shut up now. I have nothing important to say and this entry should have been deleted. But I spent the time rambling. I'm sorry.

Nos hablamos.

I must become a more meticulous planner if I am to do all I plan for the year, especially with two different type of graduate schools on the table.

Am I ready to filter my life through a planner?

I wanted to use Microsoft Access to create a database today, and discovered I own it not.

But I did get my new glasses!!!

Motorcycle.

:)