Coffeebration

Oh yeah, I’m excited. Things that are exciting:

1. My apartment smells like sewage
2. Green Day CD comes out Tuesday
3. Halloween!
4. Sweater wearing season (I’d still prefer summer)

I just got back from FC. I got to see all of the cool floods from hurricane Ivan since everything in FC is on the river. We went to the next town over on Saturday morning to check out some yard-sales, and there were ducks swimming in the Sheetz parking lot! Wooo! Ducks. Sheetz. Awesome! I really wanted to stop there and get some coffee too. I would have had to swim there though, plus I’m pretty sure it wasn’t open anyways.

We all went out to dinner on Saturday night and I ate some shrimp garlic thing that made me feel pretty queasy for the rest of the night. My grandma let me taste her lobster since I have never tried any before. It was o.k. but nothing I would actually pay extraordinary amounts of money for. I’d rather eat chips and dip.

I was afraid that my apartment flooded the entire time I was gone. Luckily it hasn’t. But it smells like sewage or something nasty. The storage room has a little bit of water around the edges of the wall, but other than that its all good. I just need to get rid of this smell. And I did clean before I left so I’m sure I didn’t leave any rotting food sitting around.

My cats have fleas so I spent the weekend with my insane dad, trying to de-louse the house. He had me moving furniture, putting powder everywhere, spraying things on the cats … thank God I wasn’t around when the cats all had to get baths. It was hard enough to give Todd’s cat a bath, and his cat is a wussy. My cats can get quite evil if they want to.

I want to go somewhere and do something fun. NOW. I want to go to Kennywood next month. I want to see scary things and ride rollercoasters. I don’t care how cheesy it is, I want to go. Some dude called me today from a drawing I had entered at the Irish Festival and told me that I won a trip to Florida. He was lying. It costs money. Good thing Todd let me in on the secret before I got really excited and threw away all my money.

Gahh. It sure does feel cold outside. I wonder if I will have to turn the heat on soon. I am afraid of heat, so I have to go out and buy a carbon-monoxide detector before I die from heat-poisoning. Call me crazy, but better safe than sorry! I want a cat and I want one now. Someone please bring one to me because when I’m here all alone I miss my cats and I miss Todd’s cat, and I think that I just miss having a cat around in general. So please buy me a cat so I can be happy. Thanks.

I’m going to go puke right now, so have a nice night.

I’m always the quiet one. I can tune things out when I want to. I can sit beside ten people who are in this intense conversation meanwhile laughing, crying, bitching, or screaming … and I can be completely obvlivious to what they are saying. I don’t feel that it is a problem whatsoever. I’m happy that I can just ignore everything if I feel like it. I don’t even have to try, it comes naturally. Today I was very grateful that I had this skill. My office has way too much drama. Everyone freaks out about everything … and I just go about my business and ignore them. It’s nice. I do get annoyed by the whispering and closed doors … that is not cool. If you scream it in front of me, I don’t care … I will ignore you. But when these little groups get together and whisper … it annoys the hell out of me because it is rude, unprofessional, and I can’t hear! Not that I would want to … but just in case. Ughh, and the people I work with make a shitload of money, they are old, they have big huge nice houses, and they still act like children.

My oh my, I’m in a pleasant mood right now. I feel like eating some cockroaches today. Mmmm. I know where you can get some too. For free. Just go to Spice Island in the land of Oaks and you will get complimentary cockroaches with your meal. Todd and I went there on Saturday and when he lifted up his napkin, a cockroach ran out from underneath. I never actually saw it, but the thought of it sure spoiled my appetite.

My apartment is a huge mess. I don’t care. I’m tired and cranky. I may never clean again. Yesterday I worked from 9-5, then 6-11 at Vento’s. I didn’t get home until 12:15 and I had to watch TV for about an hour just to unravel.

(The rest of this entry disappeared when I moved to Word Press so um THE END!!!)

Summer can’t be over, it just cannot possibly be over. I’ve heard a few people predicting the worst winter ever or something too. The leaves are already turning, they were turning by mid-August. That is not normal. This was not a summer to brag about, and there had better not be a blizzard every single day starting tomorrow. I’m mad. Summer, get your ass back here right now!

Today was the worst day of work I have ever experienced. Okay, so it’s not like something horrible happened. And remember, I’ve had this job less than one month, so I don’t have many days to compare it to. Today was just my worst day of work so far. Nothing happened. I was dying of boredom. I had nothing to do. I checked my email every 4 seconds. And it doesn’t really matter, because when I get an email a pop-up box comes onto my screen and pretty much describes the entire email right there. I was freezing to death today and my nose was cold and runny all day long. I didn’t have time to fill my coffee mug up at Panera Bread before work so I suffered through the morning with no coffee. There is coffee at work but it is so disgusting that I woudl rather go without than drink that foul tasting laxative. Around 11:00 I suddenly remembered that the Exxon Station across the street had cappuccinio, so I hurried over and got some. It was soooo good, and it really warmed me up. I spent my lunch break traveling to (edited) to deposit my paycheck from Vento’s. Even though it was like $2, it is almost time for another paycheck from there … so I figured I had better get my butt to the bank and do something with it. I’m glad I have direct deposit now, but I’ll still have paychecks from Vento’s and no time to deposit them. The bank lady gave me these prepaid postage envelopes and keeps telling me that I can mail my deposits to her, but I still don’t know if I trust the USPS with my paychecks. But since my next paycheck will be less than $100 I think I might chance it. I’d never do it with, say a $1,000 paycheck … but even if it did get lost I’m sure Al would give me a new one. Yay. I’m getting pretty hungry for some of that pizza and grease.

Speaking of pizza and grease, I am training someone on Saturday night. What fun! Al told me that he hired three new people, so I am going to train some girl to work on the cash-register. Umm, I wasn’t aware that there was such a thing as training on a cash register, but what the hell … it should be fun. I can make her carry all the heavy stuff up the steps and I will do nothing. Hopefully there will be some stupid sporting event or some Political crap to watch on TV all night. That is all we are allowed to watch at work. John Kerry, President Bush bashing, or a sport. I want to watch N@N but obviously my opinions don’t matter.

Todd and I are giving his cat a bath tonight. It should be interesting, hopefully he will behave. Todd just took him to the vet last week because he had scabs on his skin and he kept coughing up hairballs. The vet said nothing was wrong with him, but last night Todd discovered fleas on him. Poor kitty … its weird because he sits on our laps all the time and neither of us have ever seen one single flea.

That’s it for now folks. I’ve run out of things to talk about.

Somebody reads this stuff. I got my coffee mug back. Thanks Todd, I luv you!!!

I left my $5 Panera Bread coffee mug at Rite-Aid. And I’m not going back to get it in this nasty rain. Grrrr! Not only was the mug $5, but I get free refills for a month with that mug. Me=MADD. It is almost as bad as forgetting my foot somewhere. I want it now! They better still have it tomorrow morning or I am sueing Rite-Aid for being mean.

Much nothing is going on around these parts. I’m bored. I realized something about my job recently. People aren’t very nice. Everyone acts crotchety and bitchy, like something smelly is up their bummies. I might not be the most talkative outgoing person, but usually others compensate my shyness and are able to bring me out of my little tortoise shell. Not really the case at my job. Nobody seems to have much of a sense of humor around there. Welcome to the real world, blaahh. My pizza job was so much more entertaining than this job. People acted fun and silly. I don’t mean that people acted like morons and couldn’t carry on professionally, we could just share a laugh. We have meetings in big conference rooms and I feel like I’m inside of a movie, where lawyers meet in a fancy room and discuss important stuff. Everything is so serious. Ughh. I might be serious, but I don’t like it when others are serious. That probably made no sense. I guess I just like being around people who don’t give a shit and can just go with the flow. Today in a meeting I felt like I was in a funeral home. It was just weird. Maybe that is why nobody likes me. I’m a bitch. Nooo, I’m not … really I’m just a get the job done girl, but I like to make up silly songs and skip around.
My face is breaking out like never before and I can’t make it stop. Everytime I look in the mirror there is a new zit. It’s like a nightmare, seriously. You know the kind where things get ridiculously out of control and you think you are going to go crazy. Maybe it is a bad dream. If I check my website tomorrow and this entry isn’t here, then maybe I can safely look into the mirror and see no zits! Wonderful! I’m dreaming. Everything is going to be ok.

So Todd was a victim of identity theft! Yes, I said IDENTITY THEFT! It was his debit card too. They stole all his real live cash, and it was a lot! Woohoo, how exciting is that! Actually it sucks because now I know it could happen to me. That is why I am going to tuck all of my money away in a sock somewhere. I wonder if there really is somewhere safe I can put my money. I know its bad to keep all of your money in your checking account. I don’t know how much safer a savings account is … I need to get one of those pretty soon. I haven’t had a savings account since high school. Hopefully my bank has advanced beyond the little green pass-books that get cranked into a typewriter everytime you withdraw or deposit money. I thought it was a bit outdated even then. Or maybe I’ll just follow Julie’s footsteps and invest all of my money into a done deal in the stock market. Julie was kind enough to divulge her money making secrets to me, but I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone. And since this is such a popular read, the stock would be inflated and flooded with new buyers by tomorrow and I would have to share my profits with all of you know-nothings. Knowledge isn’t free people.
I wonder if people are embarrased to be around me. I’m so weird and uncool sometimes, I wonder why anyone in the world ever went in public with me. Maybe there is always a sign taped to my back that says “I’m paying him/her to hang out with me.” Just kidding. Well, kind of. Sometimes I feel like certain people like me, but they only like me if I’m locked in a room somewhere. Maybe I should make some new friends that enjoy being in the world with me. I guess I will! I am me and if you don’t like everything about me then get out of my way!

Today has left me feeling frustrated, of course completely my own fault. I made a detailed grocery list and when I reached into my purse to grab it at the grocery store it was not there, of course it wasn’t there. I’m stupid. I did not get mad at myself because I knew I could rely on my stupendous memory to recall every single item that I had put on the list. It wouldn’t have been such a problem, but I wanted to try a new recipe and I needed ingredients. Ingredients are necessary, different than just plain old wanting something, like toaster strudels or bagels. But after feeling confident that I had collected everything that had been on my list, I strolled to the check-out and left the store. When I came home I began to make my recipe (pasta fagioli soup). The onions were in the process of sauteeing, and I was hopping merrily around. But I had forgotten one key ingredient at the grocery store, and I hadn’t bothered to check the recipe before I began. I needed some parmesan cheese and I had like a millimeter left in an old jar. Normally I wouldn’t care, but this recipe called for a medium amount of parmesan cheese and I am not one to leave out ingredients, especially during the first-test run. So I hopped onto a magical swan and flew all over town in search of parmesan cheese. I finally found some at a convenience store and I scurried back home. I’m glad I went out and got it because my soup has been tested and I think it is the best soup of the decade. It is definitely a 10++++. This is the first successful (edible) soup recipe that I have tried. My cabbage soup is o.k. but after about three bowls of it I never even want to smell cabbage again. My pasta fagioli is definitely better than any soup I have had this year. I love soup by the way.
I think I am going to put a recipe section on here somewhere. You don’t have to try my recipes, but I will put them on here anyways. If they turn out good. I have a recipes folder in my favorites toolbar and I just realized that half of them aren’t there anymore. I used to get recipes from this one site and I just found out it no longer exists. I am mad now. I should have printed all of the recipes out and put them in a nice little book. Now I’m screwed. Seriously. If I make something that turns out to be edible, I add it to my favorites, aka things Nellie knows how to cook. I’m not good at experimental cooking. I’ve tried. It never works out. I can be creative, but it only sounds good on paper and rarely tastes good in my mouth. I can cook, but I just need guidance. I’m not dumb, just clueless.

I’m too hungry to eat and too tired to find something to try to eat. I have nothing edible in my apartment, the grocery store is so far away, and carrying bags of groceries around takes energy. I think I mentioned that I have no energy. I’m not sleepy, I just want to lounge. I’m lazy, or just really tired, or just exhausted. Maybe its a combination of everything. Blah! So I had to work yesterday from 9-5. Then I went to my other job from 6-11. Then I worked from 9-5 today. I feel dead. Thank God it is the weekend. And I don’t have to work on Monday. It is my first paid holiday so I have to make sure I do something super fun since I’m getting paid to do it! As long as I don’t spend more money than I would make if I worked. I need to at least break even. I want to go to Kennywood. Is Kennywood still open? I wanted to ALL summer and last summer, and probably the summer before that too. Now nothing is stopping me, I have the loot, so lets get goin’! Aaar matey. I’m going to go thrust myself into a bowl of hot wax. Bye!

I got paid today and that is about the only good thing that happened. I’m rich now. I can pay my rent, pay all of my bills, buy food, and still have money left over with one paycheck. What am I going to do with all this money! Not going to pay my phone bill, that is for sure. I have this crappy phone called cricket. It sucks. There are no real human beings to talk to. My bill is due today and apparently if I don’t pay it by midnight they will shut my phone off. Oh well. No phone for me. I tried to pay it, really … it has ruined my entire day. I planned on going shopping after work. It never happened because I had to come home and call 100 stupid people.
I planned on paying my phone bill during my lunch break today. I went to the big cricket lounge down the street, and guess what. I can’t pay my bill there. WTF? What the hell is that huge building doing there? Collecting atmospheric dust I suppose. I tried to pay online. I only have $2.46 in my checking account, and my big wad of cash isn’t doing me any good since useless buildings that take up space do not take payments. I tried to pay by check but I have 14 different routing numbers, old checks, a new bank, and none of my routing numbers were working. By the way, I had called my bank last week to get the correct routing numbers so I could have my paychecks direct-deposited and the numbers they gave me weren’t working either. I tried to pay with my debit card but I kept getting some weird robot error voice. Again, humans do no exist in this business. They can only tell you that they CAN’T take your money, go give it to the automated robot. Hrmphh.
I don’t even know if they would shut my phone off but I’ve never paid my bill late before. I don’t really care because I plan on signing up with AT&T tomorrow, but I wanted to have my number transferred, which requires an active service with another provider.
My internet sucks too. Ever since all the college freaks moved back it has been slow and not working and shitty all over. Nothing works, my apartment is a mess because I quit cleaning about two weeks ago. Yes, I quit cleaning. My dishes are piled up, I quit making my bed, and I haven’t vacuumed in like a week. I don’t know what has cause my sudden regression into slobster again, oh well. Who cares. I’m the only one who has to live here. It seems that everything is in order when things are clean. Maybe if I clean my apartment everything will start working again. Hmmm …

Dear Higher Power:
I have no money. None. I’m broke. Please make my paycheck, come sooner. I am sorry that I bought toilet paper this month. I didn’t have any newspapers to resort to. I am sorry that I bought those cute coffee mugs at the dollar store. They were just so cool. I’m sorry that I bought food at the food store. I was hungry. I’m sorry that I bought those cute shoes. They were just so shiny. I’m sorry I paid my bills. People insist on stealing my money. I’m sorry I bought makeup. I have bags under my eyes. I blame you for that. I’m sorry that I bought breath-mints. My breath is stinky. I’m sorry I bought stationary. It was so pretty. I am sorry that I bought clothes. Unfortunately society will not accept my naked body when I venture into public.

Sincerely,
Me.

Dear Checking Account:
I checked your balance this morning. There was only $9.00. I think that you mistook the comma for that measly decimal. And you forgot a few zero’s at the end. Please remedy this as soon as possible.

Sincerely,
Me.

I’m not sure which letter will be more effective. Help.