Coffeebration

I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’m getting over this shitty cold, and was feeling a lot better. Then yesterday I was attacked by some major illness, causing me to puke my guts out until something that resembled an organ came out. Ok, think I’ve said enough. All I know is that I don’t feel better, I have no energy, I’m dizzy, and I will die if I eat food. I need someone to take care of me.
Oh yeah, my name disappeared from google and co. so I think I’ll leave my site here for a while.

Is there a service in this city that will bring me medicine, beverage, and toilet paper?

I’m sick. Nobody I work with wants my germs so I came home. Which is a good thing, because I kept getting dizzy and hot. If I had a thermometer I would take my temperature. My hands have been really cold and damp all day. I once heard that if you are running a temperature, then your hands will be hot. If that is true, I’m not running a temperature … just suffering from a case of clammy hands.

When I’m at work my hands are always cold (only clammy when I’m sick), but its so cold there and my hands are the first things to freeze. I hate it because I’m always getting introduced to people, and shaking a cold hand is not that appealing. One day I was so cold, literally shivering at work. I was sitting on my hands and one of my co-workers wanted to introduce me to her new accounting assistant. I’m like “Hi, I’m Nellie. Please excuse my hands, I’m really cold today.” She laughed. I mean, I have to say something. I can’t just go around getting the reputation of being “Miss icy hands”.

My puzzle is almost finished. In fact I think I could probably finish it in about 20 minutes, but everytime I try to sit on the floor, all the snot rushes into my nose and gets all stuffy. So I stand up to clear my nose and I get really dizzy. I have to sneeze right now. God Bless Me. Thanks. I’m welcome.

Today at work someone, or should I say something, left me a voicemail. It was just this song that kept playing over and over again. I recognized the tune but I can’t think of the song. I keep thinking that it was my bonny lies over the ocean, but thats not the song. Oh well. I listened to it for about 2 minutes, anticipating some grand finale … but I got impatient and hung up. It sounded like someone was playing it on a flute. Ode to Nellie. A couple weeks ago these dumb girls called me and left me this voicemail that was mostly them giggling and saying my name in a really weird voice. Then at the end, they were like “haha Nellie. What a dumb bitch”. What is the point of that? At least when I used to prank people, I pranked people that I actually knew. Who gets off pranking complete strangers?

Can’t breathe. Dying. Someone should check on me occasionally to make sure I didn’t die, rotting away here. Otherwise, noone will ever notice.

Oh yeah, my website will be moving within the next week hopefully. I’m still working on picking a new name for my site. I like my current site, but I’d like to make my stuff more private. I will be distributing emails to the people I like when it is finished. And you can still link it … just don’t make reference to my last name.

I went to “Games Unlimited” today and picked up two very awesome jigsaw puzzles. I am very excited about that. Tomorrow is supposed to be 76 degrees! It might be your last chance to get out and have some fun! Anyone want to go to Kennywood with me?

Originally I was supposed to go with Todd but he doesn’t care to associate with me anymore. Even though I don’t always see the bright side of things, at least I know what is important to me in life. Things aren’t always easy, but taking it out on others and hurting them isn’t going to make life easier. At least that is my opinion. Sometimes I have a hard time dealing with really simple things in life, and it isn’t easy being me. But I don’t shut people out just because I think my life would be less stressful without them. Maybe it would be less stressful, but then what would the point of living be? It would be a fake life, with fake things and fake relationships … you aren’t a very good friend if you are only there when things are fun and good. We only have one life, and after its over …. who knows if you have a chance to do anything else. Well, those are my priorities … be there for the ones you love, regardless of how easy or hard it is. If you don’t agree, then that is fine. If you would rather have a bunch of friends that don’t give a shit about you, and bail out when the goin’ gets tough, thats fine with me, just not how I want to be. Anyways, that is all I have to say about that right now. There are lots of other people out there who love me unconditionally, I’m just disappointed. I guess I’m still waiting to find that person that will understand me and love everything about me.

ANYWAYS, if I went to Kennywood tomorrow it would be the happiest day of my year. There is nothing I want more in the world. Anyone? Please. I’m not trying to feel pitied right now, I just want to go to Kennywood REALLY REALLY bad.

I was going to rant about my Cricket Phone that I recently had shut off. Here is a bit of history of what went down, what the problem was, and how it was resolved. It all turned out in my favor by the way.

Ok, about two weeks ago I signed up for service with AT&T and decided to have my phone number from my Cricket Phone ported to my new AT&T phone, just to save the hassle of having to change my number on everything. For those of you unaware of how porting works, I will give you a brief summary. You sign up for service with another provider, give them your current number … and then basically you don’t have to do anything. Your new provider contacts your current provider, it gets switched, and your old provider automatically shuts off your old service once the number has been ported. That is exactly what happened. I was using my old phone, and right afterwards my new phone made a noise … I had a text message saying my number had been ported successfully! Woah, I was just on the other phone though! So I tried to call someone on my old phone and I just got a busy signal. Cool! That was easy, right?

Well, the problem was … when my old Cricket Phone had been disconnected, it decided to pretend I did not exist. My bill for the month was due on September 30th and I had intentions on paying it. It was like September 22 when my old phone stopped working. Whatever, I was just going to pay it. So I try to login to my account online, and it says “sorry you don’t exist” … it wouldn’t login at all. So I try to call 1-800-CRICKET. Guess how bad their service is? BAD. You cannot access any options, let alone talk to a customer service representative without first entering your cellular number or your account number. So I tried to enter my cellular number, but again … I did not exist and the automated guy said, “sorry goodbye” and hung up on me! I called back several times and tried every single option on the menu but it was requiring me to put in my phone number or account number. I do not know my account number. I do not know my account number because I do not get a paper bill. I do not get a paper bill because you have to pay 55 cents a month to get a paper bill! YES. You actually have to pay extra to get a bill in the mail! My online account was non-existant, and I was like “UM”. Oh yeah, I think I already wrote about the BIG GREEN CRICKET STORE here that does NOT accept payments! Aghh!

So, I had wanted to have the phone re-activated with a different number for my brother. I went to the BIG GREEN CRICKET STORE today and decided if they told me that they didn’t do that there I was going to blow up the building. There was a line out the door. Everyone in there was ghetto, and had broken phones that they had busted while throwing them in fits of rage. GOD, people are so STUPID. Anyways, I got to the dude and he looked up my account and said my balance was $0. I didn’t argue, but I did say that I hadn’t paid my bill that month. He was like, “Oh well, you don’t have to pay then … the computer does not lie.” OK, cool. Because my plan is NOT prepaid, so I did owe my bill for the month. He was like, “This is great. This is the beginning of the month so it is the best time to reactivate the phone since we don’t prorate plans.” So if I had gone in the middle of the month I would have had to pay for a full month at the end of the month. That is retarded. Who doesn’t prorate? That is funny because I went in about two months ago and asked if they prorated because I was shopping around for different phones and I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t going to get billed for a full month if I had my phone shut off in the middle of the month or something. And the guy told me that they DEFINITELY would prorate my bill. LIARS.

So I walked out with a new number and a reactivated phone and I only had to pay $15. I was expecting to have to pay my bill, but apparently CRICKET doesn’t have their shit together. Not my problem. My sweet revenge for every time I dropped a call because I live in something with walls. Yeah, get CRICKET only if you live in a tent … with very thin material. Just kidding, that phone actually worked really really good in the city, until I moved into the cave. My AT&T phone works worse than my CRICKET phone. What is a girl to do? I hate phones.

Todd and I are going out to eat in a little bit and I am going to go hang out with him and the cat. But thanks to Julie, I now know where I can go get some jigsaw puzzles. I’ll take a raincheck on that … maybe soon though. I’m getting in the mood for some puzzle fun pretty soon.

BYE!

I just burned my finger. It hurts real bad. I dont think I can type because my finger needs an ice covered keyboard and I don’t have one. Damn coffee-maker. I went to move the coffee-maker and I hit my finger off of the warmer thingy and it was HOT!

Two days off has been nice. And it’s only Friday! Yesterday I went thrift-store hopping. I guess it wasn’t really hopping because I only went to one. I went to the GoodWill on the South Side because I haven’t been there in quite some time. It was a bad day to go hunting because I was feeling really impatient and I just didn’t have the will to go through endless aisles of tightly packed clothing. I don’t know why I like thrift-stores so much. Maybe I have inherited my dad’s yard-sale gene, I just think they are so much fun. And there are so many in this city, so I shall never tire. I always go with a mission though, if not I will buy way too much junk. Junk is great though. Yesterday’s mission was a new blanket-cover type thing to replace the ratty afghan on my couch (it came with the apartment … it is kind of yucky). I tried to take the afghan off the couch once, but the couch just looked very naked. The couch really doesn’t need covered, but it looks more comfortable in here with a comfy looking cover. So I found a really cute pink and white throw with hearts on it. I was really excited about finding that. I also got a very pretty pair of dressy checkered gray pants. The checkers are really light, kind of just lines, but they are quite cool looking. Not checkered enough to look vintage-80’s, but checkered enough to look classy. They don’t exactly fit me because of the pouch I’ve grown since becoming sedentary, but that will change once I get my groove going with Cindy Crawford again. I also got a pretty blue blazer and another pair of black-pants with gold pinstripes. I found my favorite pants a few weeks ago. They are navy blue with light blue pin-stripes and they make me happy because I can wear them with both of my blue blazers. One is sky-blue, and the one I just bought is like medium-blue. And I have a navy-blue one too. Wow, I just love blue don’t I. I need to stop buying clothes, but I get so tired of wearing the same things. And I’m addicted to thrift-stores. They are like a treasure-hunt. If there was a sale at the mall, and all clothing items were $1, I still probably wouldn’t go. I hate department stores and I hate the mall. In fact, I think I am going to buy everyones Christmas presents at the Good Will. Just don’t tell my grandma, because she shuddered the last time she called me and I told her I would call her when I got home because I was in the middle of shopping. “Ooh, where are you shopping at?” asks grandma. I say “I’m at the Salvation Army”. Grandma says “the what?”. “The salvation army, grandma”. Grandma says, “Dear lord, what are you doing there?” She cracks me up. My grandma is like my brother, always has to have new things that are really expensive and new. New expensive things are no fun.

Todd and I went to this place called “Tony’s got It” last week. It is in the building of an old Ames department store and it is supposed to be this big liquidation sale place. It was more like a flea-market. If you have ever been to East Liberty, or somewhere else um … well anyways you always see black guys with tables of crap like CD’s, jewelry, sunglasses. This is what this place reminded me of. Most of the things were definitely African American stuff. Like big gold jewelry, I even saw gold dollar sign necklaces! This one guy had a table and he was selling “Gucci” purses for $35. Now, I love purses … and these purses were definitely really really cute, but I seriously doubt that they were really “Gucci”. A Gucci purse runs and average of $300-$400. This place was like pirated crap city, except it was in an actual establishment. They had some cheap designer perfume there too, but nothing that really fancied me. And of course they had Oakleys, but I wouldn’t know the real thing if I saw it. Oakleys are supposed to be fake … that is what they are so famous for, isn’t it?

Ughh, I got up so early this morning and now I already did almost everything I had to do today and its not even 2:00. I hope I do something fun tonight. I probably won’t though. I don’t really hang out with friends anymore, and unless Todd isn’t busy doing something it’ll just be me and the TV. I don’t mind, but I just feel like I’m going to get bored and antsy when 5:00 rolls around. Maybe I will go buy a jigsaw puzzle. I’ve been fancying a puzzle lately. I don’t know where to buy one though. Today I went to Vento’s and got my paycheck, a whopping $35, but then I spent $34 at Giant Eagle, so … it bought my groceries. I bought some items to concoct the ultimate veggie pita. It better turn out good. My ideas of what would be tasty usually don’t turn out that tasty in the end. I’m disastrous when I try to be inventive.

This was way too long and boring and I didn’t even rant about anything that I wanted to. I may get bored later on, so we’ll save it for later.
Bye!

I’m not really insane, but … having your first and last name on a journal could potentially lead to trouble. Not that I think I am popular, but I google a lot of people. There has to be someone out there as crazy as me … in fact I know a few of them myself. Anyways … since starting this website, I have never put my last name anywhere. Nothing comes up in a search, nothing in the source-code. I’m stumped. The only thing I could come up with was the listing in the whois database. Well, I’ve officially changed my name, you shouldn’t be surprised. You can investigate if you really want to. Until further notice, my site will be here because I don’t need trouble. Now that I have a job, which I talk about, I do not need someone at work to come across my site. Really, I just don’t need that. And I don’t need snooping relatives or long lost friends finding out that I’m still alive. I’m thinking of changing my domain, I have nothing creative to name my site though.

Sorry for the ranting on the last entries. And sorry to anyone who had to actually experience my whining and bitching. I was not in a good mood. It was Friday night and I probably needed to take a nap. I didn’t feel well, my head was pulsating and this guy upstairs was blasting the entire “Queen” album and stomping and clapping to songs such as “Another one bites the dust” and “We will rock you”. I think he was alone too. Scary. My new phone was not functioning and then my computer got attacked with an unearthly amount of pop-ups and spyware. And to top it all off, I totally forgot to watch the season premiere of “Joan of Arcadia”.

I’m better now. Today I’m tired and groggy, but that is what 5 hours of sleep does to me. I need 10 hours of sleep. Not 5,6,7,8 or 9. 10. With ten hours of sleep I feel like the Queen Bee. I rock. With five hours of sleep I feel like the fly that just got sprayed with a half of a bottle of hairspray, but just won’t die.

I’m starting a new exercise routine tomorrow. And this time I am going to be serious about it. My new job consists of sitting and doing nothing. I walk up and down the steps about 10 times a day, but its not a lot of steps. My work is only a two story building, and I work on the second floor. And I only have to go downstairs to mail something, visit the accounting department, or to go outside. I need a workout buddy, but then again that could just get annoying. People suck sometimes and there are days that I don’t want to have contact with humans after work. Sometimes I don’t even want to have contact with humans at work, but that is osmething I just have to deal with.

There was something else I was going to say but I forget.

Stomp, Stomp, Stomp … another one bites the dust. Oh my God, I need out of here RIGHT NOW! I’m busting out the bomb kit.

My phone is a piece of … excuse my language, SHIT. Thank you everyone for never EVER letting me have a phone that works. Thank you customer support for not speaking English. THANKS! I got so irritated with At&t customer support, because a) I couldn’t hear him b) he did not speak English. I’m grateful to be paying for this service. I need to take a walk and blow off some steam. Because not only that, but my computer just exploded with pop-ups and about 40 viruses. I wasn’t even doing anything on the computer when it happened. I was talking to my dad on the phone, who had called me to complain about fleas. Who freakin’ cares about fleas, fleas are nothing. My world is falling apart. GRRRRR. Seriously I’m in this really irritated mood right now and I want to punch someone in the face. I hope my computer just blows up so I can throw it in the river with my phone. Then I will jump into the river like Kate did in “Kate & Leopold” and I will fall into the time-continuim that will shoot me back into the 1800’s, when all this crap didn’t exist and I won’t have to worry about it. Oh yeah, and I’ll marry that cute prince guy too. Aah, how nice it would be to live back in the day when women had no responsibility but to cook, clean, and take care of the children. Except I’m smart. I would marry the guy, pretend to be pregnant, then break the news to him that I had suddenly become infertile. Due to the fact that divorces were non-existent back then he’d just have to deal with it or kill me. Oh yeah, and my cooking is worse than poison … so don’t count on that either. Yeah, he’d probably kill me. Sounds good right about now.