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I took the 43 Things Personality Quiz and found out I'm a
Self-Knowing Spiritual Self-Improver
After getting back from Maine, my oldest sister (who always comes for Christmas) had to go back to Illinois (the place that she calls home) earlier than usual. Meaning that we celebrated Christmas this past Saturday. And yet, for some odd reason, I'm still expected to hang out at the family homestead until Christmas. I'm not exactly sure why this is. I mean, we've had the Christmas feast, we've opened all of the gifts that we had (which wasn't much), we went and looked at the local Christmas light display. What else is there left to do?? I am bored out of my mind here. I mean, if I were at my home, I'd still be bored out of my mind there. But at least I could hang out with some of my friends.
I suppose the upside is that I get free food for as long as I'm here.
That is all.
Words to that effect were uttered to me by my mother this weekend. I went home to see her for her birthday and, in the process, got slightly more religion aimed my way than I am comfortable with. Before the above was declared to me, I went to church with her...where I learned that I am, apparently, an antichrist. Not THE antichrist...just a minor one, I guess. Oh, how I do love the Baptists and their obsession with telling everyone that they are evil and going to hell.
Anyway, after the church service, I was having a discussion with my mom and my oldest sister about my life and its direction...or lack thereof. After talking about it for awhile, my mother told us both why she was always so happy...because she was saved and she knew that she was going to heaven...and essentially this life doesn't really matter all that much. I had no idea how to respond to that. Neither did my sister, but she took the conversation in a completely different direction by commenting on the bags under my mom's eyes.
Sometimes I wish that I hadn't lost my religion...then I could believe the way that she does. Unfortunately, I can't. I believe that this life is all we get...and I would like to find some way for me to be able to enjoy it - something that I've been absolutely shitty at doing so far. Waiting around to be happy in a next life that may not come just ain't gonna cut it for me.
Now if I could just figure out this whole happiness thing...
And I got a free sticker...
- Spend Halloween in Salem, MA.
- See Mount Rushmore
- Go to the Sundance Film Festival
- Visit Canyon de Chelly National Monument in Arizona and Mesa Verde National in Colorado (They're only 3 hours apart and both contain Anasazi ruins.)
- Photograph the state tree of all 50 states (Hey...I want to make a most awesome coffee table book. Trust me. You'll love it.)
- Attend the Village Halloween Parade in New York
- Visit California's Channel Islands
- Thoroughly explore the entire San Francisco Bay area
- Hang out on a ranch somewhere in Montana
- Be weird in Austin, TX
After the traditional toasts to the bride and groom, I came to the realization that I really like champagne. A LOT. So, much so that I started stealing it from other tables. Finally, I snagged a nearly full bottle from the wedding party table and drank it. (By that point, I had probably consumed at least half a bottles worth just from the cups that I swiped from the surrounding tables.) Later in the night, someone gave me another bottle....which I proceeded to carry around with me at the after party like it was my child.
There are parts of that night that I don't remember so clearly now.
But a good time was had by all!
A normal exchange between us usually goes something like this:
Liberian Terrorist (LT): Sheshishemumblemumbleklik
Me: Umm, excuse me?
LT: Sheshuskeligmumbleshelikemuk
Me: I'm sorry. I still didn't quite understand you.
LT: SHESHUIKDULPMUMBLEMUMBLERAGNAROKPUK!
Me: ......
Generally, at some point, I will catch enough of what he is mumbling to finally make enough sense to help him. And, to be fair to him, he never asks stupid questions. (At least I don't THINK he does.) Still, every time I see him coming, my heart sinks a little and my brain starts to hurt. I would really just be happy if he would graduate. Or go away. Whatever. Because I just can't take much more of it.
I suppose I should look at the bright side. At least he's not peeing in any of our seats...like Pee Girl at the public library did. (She peed in the seats...what else did you think I'd call her?)
"The Fondazion Di Vittorio, ITALY, is glad to notify you that you have been chosen by the board of trustees as one of the final recipients of a cash Grant/Donation.
To celebrate the 7th anniversary program, the Fondazion Di Vittorio, ITALY in conjunction with other relevant bodies is giving out a Yearly donation of $100,000,000 USD (One hundred Million United States Dollars ) to 100 lucky recipients.You were selected among the lucky recipients to receive the award sum of $ 1,000,000.00 USD ( One million Dollars) as charity donations/aid from the Fondazion Di Vittorio, ITALY in accordance with the enabling act of Parliament.
Please endeavor to quote your Qualification Numbers (N-222-6747, E-900-56) quote in all discussions. when sending your claims inquiries to our Financial Officer.
SEND ALL YOUR CLAIMS AND INQUIRIES INCLUDING YOUR NAME, ADDRESS AND PHONE NUMBERS TO
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Executive Secretary,
Fondazion Di Vittorio.
Email: claudiogio@mail2consultant.com
All information is strictly confidential and will only be used for the purpose to which it is been requested.
On behalf of the Board, kindly accept our warmest congratulations. Pls note that this is not a Hoax/Lottery of any Kind. This is a donation donated to you by our prestigious organization to enable you meet your goals for this year 2008.
Regards.
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Thank goodness for the generation of random Italians who celebrate odd anniversaries by giving complete strangers large sums of cash!
Mr. Claudio Giovanni
Executive Secretary,
Fondazion Di Vittorio.
Email: claudiogio@mail2consultant.com
All information is strictly confidential and will only be used for the purpose to which it is been requested.
On behalf of the Board, kindly accept our warmest congratulations. Pls note that this is not a Hoax/Lottery of any Kind. This is a donation donated to you by our prestigious organization to enable you meet your goals for this year 2008.
Regards.
Mrs. Lorrie Mayfield"
Thank goodness for the generation of random Italians who celebrate odd anniversaries by giving complete strangers large sums of cash!
Ummm...I guess that would be my phone. There really aren't many important things in my general vicinity at the moment.
Why is it so important?
It's important because it keeps me connected with people.
Can you live without it?
I suppose that's entirely possible. I mean, in order to maintain life, there are very few things that are necessary. But I'd rather not live without it.
What is the one thing you can't live without?
Air. Clean water. Food.
Who is the one person you can't live without?
I can live without anyone. I've never really be a big fan of the whole "I can't live without this person or thing" way of thinking. I realize it's only semantics, but still. It's annoying.
So, this Friday Five sucked. Boo.
"It's wonderful that you can take care of others, but do so only after you've cared for yourself. Carve out a few guilt-free selfish hours. There is a burst of inspiration to be derived from a Libra or Pisces."
Well, thanks Mr. Horoscope. I'm kinda done taking care of others anyway. From here on out, it's all about ME and what I want! Yeah...that's what I'm talking about!
In the meantime, I shall be patiently awaiting my burst of inspiration from a Libra or Pisces. Although, I'm not sure that I personally know either a Libra or a Pisces...
| You are a Social Liberal (73% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (11% permissive) You are best described as a:
Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also : The OkCupid Dating Persona Test |
I looked at the cheese. I looked at the lady.
I looked at the lady. I looked at the cheese.
Nothing was coming to mind. Nearing a state of panic, I pointed at the cheese, opened my mouth, and out tumbled one single (unexpected) word:
"Queso?"
For some strange reason, my mind had briefly short-circuited and I could not remember how to say "cheese". At least not in English. Oddly enough though, my very limited Spanish seemed to working just fine.
The senorita behind the counter seemed to understand exactly what was going on. She just smiled at me, added my queso to my tacos and asked if I'd like anything else.
Ahh...the mind can be a funny thing sometimes, huh?
In other news, I did a very random, un-Doug like thing the other day...I looked up my old boyfriend, Scott on Myspace and messaged him. While I do have a history of sending Myspace messages to people from my past, that generally happens when I am drunk. I was completely sober when I did this (which is good, because I was at work at the time...and while being drunk at work would probably make everything a lot more interesting, I am pretty sure that it would also get me fired pretty quickly.) Anyway, I sent Scott this message just saying hi and that I wanted to just see how he was. And he responded back...in a very positive manner. Which was completely unexpected, quite frankly. A brief history of me and Scott: I met Scott at Club One in Savannah 8 years ago. I was supposed to be a one night stand, but I was just too adorable...or something like that. Anyway, we dated for a little over a month...which was really hard on me. I had just come out to myself a month before I met him and was still getting used to the whole gay thing. Plus, he lived in Savannah and I lived in Rock Hill...a long distance relationship surely wasn't what I was looking for. Anyway, I ended up breaking it off with him...breaking his heart in the process. It was an extremely dumb move on my part...he really is an amazing guy and I have never met someone that I just clicked so well with who was so different from me.
So, I guess there is such a thing as a second chance. Maybe. I have no idea where this is going to lead. I do know that he wants to see me and I am dying to see him again. Unfortunately, I won't be able to get down to Savannah until mid-September at the earliest. Which is really driving me crazy. But, at least it's something to look forward to!
Even though classes at the community college where I work don’t start for another five days, we were inundated with students today. Why, I have no idea. And yet, there they were…crawling all over the place like ants infesting a kitchen. And as they bombarded me, one after another, with an endless series of questions, I had an epiphany: I am not cut out for this job. Well, not just THIS job. ANY job that requires extensive customer service is something that I shouldn’t be doing really. And, okay, I didn’t actually have this great realization for the first time today – it’s a thought that I’ve had many times over the years. But today, for some reason, was different. Maybe it was because I had gotten so used to the relative peace and quiet of summer at the library and I wasn’t ready to let it go just yet. Or maybe…well, actually, there isn’t another “maybe”. That’s the reason. But, that being the reason for this realization today doesn’t change the fact that I never should have pursued such a customer service oriented profession to begin with. After all, I don’t actually like helping people. I mean, I do in a way – but not in the way that it’s all I do all day long, every day. For some reason, I didn’t realize that librarianship was quite as customer service intensive as it is at the time that I decided to pursue it as my career.
I need a nice job where I’m somewhere by myself all day long with lots of things to do. Suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
I'm really feeling all over the place today. I bought a Macbook last night and I think it's playing with my head. Or something. Maybe I shouldn't even be writing this right now. Concentration is not my strong suit at the moment. Neither is coherence. I've always hated stream of consciousness writing. And yet, I seem to be guilty of it quite often.
My new Mac is black. Which matches my new black car. Which matches the color of my dark emo soul. Har. Har.
