Little kids-- the right kids-- can make any shitty day so much better.
I was at work, hating every moment of it and a woman comes up to my counter with her daughter and I greet the mom and I'm about to start ringing her up when her teeny little, adorable daughter looks up at me and says, "pretty." So I smile and ask, "what's pretty?" and she gets all shy and smiles and points up at me.
One of these days I'm just going to throw a full out bat-shit crazy tantrum. Y'know, the screaming, swearing, red-in-the-face-with-anger, need-to-be-physically-restrained kind of tantrum. And if I'm not dragged off to the loony bin for it, I'll at least have gotten it out of system and be good for another 20 years or so.
I was woken up at 4:30 in the morning. My ears and neck are burnt to a crisp. I spent well over a hundred dollars and am now pretty much broke. I sweated my ass off. I haven't showered in two days. My ears are still ringing. I sat in traffic for three hours just to leave the damn place. The race was cut short by about twenty laps. I got rained on during the walk back. I may have sprained my ankle.
I don't feel 20 (and I certainly don't look it!!).
In fact I still feel like I'm 16.... or 6, depending on the day.
Don't you just hate when that happens?
Well, either way, this is going to be THE LONGEST YEAR OF MY LIFE!!! Seriously, why can't I be turning 21? I mean, it's Irish night at the arena (which is awesome) and all beers are only $1 (which would be awesome if I a. was 21 and b. actually liked beer).
Ah, well. It'll be fun anyway. = )
PS. To those attending, I am dead serious when I say I will extremely disappointed if Devil Dawg (and Mike Snow, if you can) don't come and harass the shit out of me.
It's snowing, I'm bored, I'm in a oddly good mood (I think it's from listening to Roddy all day) and I feel like making a list, damnit!
A Few of the Many Things to do Before I Die 1. Get kicked out of a store. Sad, really, that I haven't done it yet. 2. Date a hockey player or at least hook up with one. It's a long shot but a girl can dream. 3. Pee on an electric fence. This one will be tough seeing as I'll either have to learn to pee standing up or find a disposable penis. 4. Pull a horrible prank on someone. Cream cheese in their deoderant would be a good one... or maybe clear gelatin in the toilet. 5. Road trip. This one is definitely going to happen when me and Jess go to visit Ness in Georgia. 6. Play ship's mast. This will hopefully be the last thing I do because I'm either going to die or get arressted in the process. 7. Spend a night in the drunk tank. Just because. 8. Be a nomad for a short while. If my parents go to Maine any time soon this one will definitely get crossed off my list. 9. Backpacking. Again, just because. 10. Skydive. 11. Hanglide. 12. Fly a plane. Would be really, really, cool but I don't see it happening. Ever.
And my all time favorites which is why I saved them for last.
13. Have sex in an elevator. Love in an elevator.... 14. Sex in a tree. Thank "Whose The Biggest Pervert" for the idea. 15. Scuba sex. Because I said so.
Well. That was fun. What a shame I'm still bored out of my mind.
The icon just says what you're all thinking. Don't worry I'm not announcing the fact that I'm going to keel over and die of some horrible flesh eating virus or ebola or whatever. I still have to wreak havoc in a nursing home!! I haven't LIVED yet.
Actually that last one's pretty true. Some old guy keeps telling me "you've never ____!?!?! You haven't lived!" He'd be right. I mean, I still need to go skinny dipping, sky diving, backpacking, and for a road trip and that doesn't even put a dent into my to-do list.
I also need to grow up somewhere along the lines. I'm not saying tomorrow or anytime this week and certainly not completely because let's face it, I wouldn't be Claire Anne Murphy without my childlike innocence. I think I have finally stepped onto the path to my adult life and I have changed a little bit(though they're very, VERY subtle changes). Now it's just a matter of taking it one step at a time. I'm still just a baby after all and Rome wasn't built in a day and all those other cliche sayings.
I wonder if they have twelve step programs for growing up. Step 1. Acceptance- embrace that you're about to leave your childhood behind Step 2. Denial- inevitable Step 3. Re-acceptance- see step one Step 4. Get a job- it'll be minimum wage and you'll probably hate it Repeat Step 4 until you can find something better
Or is there a list of requirements like when you go to the RMV? To be an adult you will need the following... 1. Proof of US residency and ID 2. Job that pays more than $10/hour 3. Horde of friends 4. Boyfriend/girlfriend/fiance/husband/wife/signifigant-other/life partner/fuck buddy 4. 2 story home with white picket fence in suburbs
I got my proof of residency and a good job (albeit one with shitty pay... and it's only seasonal). I don't have a horde of friends but I certainly like the ones I have. And I have my boyfriend who is the catalyst for those subtle changes I mentioned earlier. Did I mention how wonderful he is for putting up with my crazy-ass coming-of-age-but-still-teenage mentality? I mean it when I say it too. I really need to stop being so selfish because he's that guy you always hear about that contradicts every bad thing you've come to love to hate about other men. Don't be fooled though. He still has his faults (I DO TO KNOW HOW TO RIDE A BIKE!!!!!!). And he actually gets me to talk too!! About FEELINGS and things! Y'all know my last relationship went down the drain because I couldn't talk to my ex about how he was being an idiot. I think I'll keep this one around for a while. I'd say I have a second guy on the side but he'll give me shit for giving him shit about making jokes like that = )
My next step will be re-learning to budget my money. That's a lie. My next step is getting my license. Did I mention that my sister wants me to go for my road test on friday? I think I pooed myself when she said that.
Alas my hands are freezing and I grow weary of thinking of what to write... type. Whatever. So I'm going to cut this short. Life is good. Great in fact. It will continue to be so even after I move to Maine and I'm forced to drive down here an hour and fifteen minutes every day to see certain peoples. And I plan on keeping it that way.
This is Claire come at you live from her computer room with ice cold hands saying, Back off! My slice of happiness, Bitches! = P
PS. To a certain reader, isn't Post Jr.'s big brother lovely? He doesn't talk about you much but you know I still love you. = )
My new job rocks. It's a million times better than the dog wash. My new boss kicks major ass. He's wicked laid back. And frankly it doesn't get much better than kickin back and hanging up Halloween decorations all day.
Now if I could just hold onto a payckeck long enough for it to actually see the bank for a week before I have to write a check.... HAHA! Good thing I'm an hour early for work everyday!
Keep your fingers crossed for a big bag o' money to fall into my lap!! = P
Since some of you have been underestimating the power of mono. Here's something to give you a little idea of why I haven't been in school for about a week and won't be for awhile.
Mono is not something that you recover from after a few days of watching shitty daytime television. You don't just recover suddenly and spring back to your normal routine, all happy, bouncy, and energetic. If you go to say, MySpace and look at the "Mononucleosis Owns" group, you'll see that some people were still weak from it for up to THREE MONTHS after their symptoms went away. This isn't the flu, people. This is far worse. In a post on said MySpace group, someone reffered to it as the holocaust. I find that to be a rather accurate description of what goes on in one's throat.
According to CNN.com, and at least a thousand other sites, the sore throat one experiences from mono lasts for a few weeks but the swollen lymph nodes (glands, or tonsils, whichever you prefer to call them) last much, much longer. Typically one suffers the symptoms of mono for FOUR to SIX WEEKS. That's a MONTH PLUS with nothing to be done except to wait it out.
Now, I've done a Google search and in the lj-cut are the top two images I found. If nothing I've already said came across to you, than these should. Be warned; these images are not for the weak of stomach.
I was wondering about what the woman wrote my blood test for mono. Next to mononucleosis it said "strong pos" pos obviously being short for positive. So, if there's such a thing as "strong positive" can there also be a "weak positive" or a "moderately but not too much to worry about positive" Which kinda makes me think of that commercial that has to do with pregnancy and the woman says "I'm just a little pregnant" does that mean you can be "just a little ebola-rific?" or "a little bit dead" The dead thing of course reminds me of the Princess Bride when Miracle Max says Wesley is only "mostly dead"
Yeah. I'm being starved of outside contact. I've posted like 5 times as much in the past three days as I have in the three months. And I wrote my sister a 6 paragraph e-mail. Make mono go away!!
I'm pretty sure it's strep throat. The white spots on my tonsils were the leading clue to this conclusion. I'll have to go to the doctor today to find out for sure... and get some meds. I just hope it's nothing worse than strep.