I
love my coffee mug. I got it for
work. It’s red and blue (Hotty Toddy)
buts it’s got a small orange stripe and green stripe in the middle. There is another small green stripe at the
top. It holds my coffee. It was one dollar at the dollar tree. Win.
I
got a little solar monkey that dances in the sun. He dances a little in my desk light but in
the afternoon when the sun hits him (which it won’t today because it’s so
gloomy and rainy) he starts to dance; which is perfect because it’s like he is getting
excited about the end of the workday. He’s
so cute. He’s holding a banana in one
hand and making a peace sign with the other.
I
don’t know why I thought that once you got out of school there stopped being fire
alarms. It’s raining here and I just had
to walk down six floors and stand in it for ten minutes. Which compared to previous fire alarm
experience isn’t too bad. Once when I
was a freshman in college I had to stand outside in a towel for 45 minutes
because it was just after track practice and I was getting into the shower when
the alarm went off. Another time, I had
to cross behind out building and stand in the car garage because it was pouring
rain at 2:30 in the morning. That time
it took about an hour. I was a freshman
at Samford and they were very slow with their fire department and alarms. It was annoying, but I transferred after that
year so whatever. But I guess I just,
for some reason, thought it was a school thing.
A way for our superintendent to torture us or the foolish act of some
drunken frat boy with his idiot fratastic friends egging him on.
I
want to do some more sociology and psychology classes. I find people fascinating. They are so weird and different. I can’t wait to teach. I’m gonna take them outside and I think it
can be fun and I can make learning interesting.
Note time!
I
work with this girl or she is on my floor and we share a break room and she
will just talk to me which is whatever.
The problem is she mumbles horribly and then kind of trails off and
turns and walks away chuckling uncomfortably and I have no idea what she
said. She never waits for a response so
I just don’t say much of anything. But if
I did say something it was just be, “yeah, ha…” and it would be awkward because
she is awkward.
Work
is so lame. There is nothing for me to
do.
I
started volunteering at the animal shelter this weekend. It was pretty great. I was mainly just getting back into the swing
of everything. It’s pretty chill right
now though not being baby bird season. Saturday
was good I did kind of a normal, usual thing:
fed some birds, cleaned some pins.
But Sunday I got to feed the hawks and owls and I got to do the ducks
and geese by myself which was fun. The
ducks will let you pet them and they get really close and peck at the shiny
buttons on my pants. The goose
(Canadian) was a little twat jerk when I did him on Saturday with Daphne. When I did him by myself on Sunday though I
just sprayed him with the water hose and he quit honking and wouldn’t come at
me. I think he calmed down tremendously
and I was able to clean his pin, feed and water him all by myself using the
hose and a towel over my arm as a buffer.
Mainly I washed lots of dishes though.
It will be better in the summer, as in I’ll have more to do and with the
new volunteers I won’t have to do all the nasty crap like laundry and dishes
(WIN). Sunday I went to refill the bird
feeders and I slipped on a wet tree root and totally busted my ass. I scraped my arm all up and spilled mealworms
and bird seed all over me and down my shirt.
It was embarrassing but luckily no one was out there to see it
happen. I have so many bumps and
bruises. First the scrapes from falling
on the root and then (working backwards) I was at the apt with my darling
boyfriend and we were going to grill some porkchops that I decided, spur of the
moment, to get at the store. So he is
cleaning up the dishes and asks me to drag it outside. It’s one of those cheap ones you pour the
charcoal into. It’s a bigger one though
and my right foot trips on one of our computer cords and the grills runs up on
my leg and it gets kind of wedged on my calf and I have to pick the whole damn
thing up to get it off and the next morning I had a huge ass bruise. It’s all black and blue. Two days later and it’s still gnarly
looking. Then on Friday we were at my
brothers house playing LBP (carting and 2) (LOVE LBP!) and we were trying to
get these bubbles in this one level and you have to grapple and swing on these
moving things. It’s a fucking nightmare
and I am doing really good at the swinging and I get one really amazing swing
in and I ALMOST get the very top bubble (the only one left, I had swung my
boyfriend out to get two others, anyway) and I didn’t get it so I was like MAN
and I kind of put my fist down on the arm of the couch in an, “Oh shoot,” sort
of way and I didn’t realize that the arm of the cough was like solid wood and I
caught my wrist right in the crease and it hurt so bad. It didn’t bruise as much at first, but now it’s
turning a sickly yellow color. It’s
still super sore. I also spilled coffee
all down the front of me yesterday…way to go Mav.
On
a grislier note, my roommate is moving out.
Not my boyfriend, but the other guy who pisses me off because he does no
cleaning at all and always brings his bitchy girlfriend over who won’t even
look at us and when she is around he is meaner.
I want to just have the apt to ourselves, just me and my baby and Arda,
but my boyfriend insists on getting a roommate.
Yes the cheaper rent will be nicer but I just do not want a
roommate. I don’t know how some other
person is going to be. What if they are
all up in my business and didn’t let me have my me time? I’d go ape and they’d end up leaving. I can barely stand the one we got now. I told my boyfriend we should have
interviews. He laughed but I was
serious.
Seriously,
Mav
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