the end is near! head to the basement of Founders!

I did it! I blogged every day for an entire month! And it was a real month too, not like pussy February (I'm clearly not loyal to my birth month at all...). All 31 days and I spurted bullshit for each and every one of them.

I had actually planned to do a bit more in celebration, but I've been feeling lousy all day. I'm blaming the graduation party food. Too much richness! I even turned down a shopping trip this afternoon, that's how crappy I have felt. Anyway, you're all in luck because I happened to have a cracked-out dream last night, and I was smart enough to save it in a Word document this morning while I ate brekkie.

I had a dream that I was talking with this girl who I used to work with at Cosi about why this guy who is one of our mutual friends is apparently upset with me. We were walking and talking as we headed into a school, and then we got into a classroom. I think it may have been an English class. Anyway, there was this really gorgeous guy sitting next to me. But because I’m me, I pretended to not notice him, because come on, the gorgeous ones never notice me first. Well, this one did. He kept staring at me, and I was starting to think that there was something wrong, but I checked and made sure, and yes, I had put on all of my clothes, and they were properly fastened.  Then he started talking to me. I honestly don’t remember anything he said, except that he wanted me to try to drink blood. Yup. He was a vampire.

So we leave the school, and we go to this weird restaurant-type place and sit in a booth. Not only does he want me to drink blood, he wants me to drink HIS blood, and naturally, he wants to drink mine. Then somehow, two cupfuls of blood appear in front of us, so we both start to drink. He, of course, had no trouble drinking my blood, but I was a little hesitant. Finally, I got the balls to do it, and his blood tasted like red wine. Since we drank each other’s blood, now we’re bonded to each other for life. And since he drank my blood, now he can hear what I’m thinking (I know, I know… it’s pretty Twilight-y), but I gain nothing from drinking his blood, except that I feel especially clingy, but he doesn’t seem to mind, so it’s okay.

Now that we’re bonded to each other, he wants to have sex with me. So we leave the restaurant, and go out onto the street. Unlike Twilight, he loves to be in the sun, but he never tans. Unfortunately, I don’t see us having sex in my dream, but I know we do because oh yes, the vampire got me pregnant. And just like in Twilight, my pregnancy moves along very fast. I am ginormous within a couple of days of being pregnant. I don’t see myself giving birth, or even doing anything with the half-vampire baby, but I know that at some point, I gave birth because suddenly I am back to my normal size and people seem excited for me. At this point, the stupid thunderstorm woke me up before I could see my vampire baby.

Before anyone asks, I haven't seen or read the Twilight series in a long time, so I have no idea where this came from. However, I've decided that I really want the vampire character to come back on The Sims 3, like they had on The Sims 2. Guess what I spent almost my entire day doing...

Okay, so now that BlogMonth is officially over, I don't know how often I'll be posting. Chances are, it'll be pretty regular at first, now that I've gotten used to writing every day, but if I skip a day or five, don't send out the search dogs. And I would shocked if I have time to write at all when I'm on the Western Trip, which, by the way, is in TWO WEEKS! I can't even begin to explain how excited I am for this trip, especially since there's a decent chance that this year will be the only year I'll be able to do it, thanks to weddings next summer. *sadface* And when the Western Trip is over, I come home, go to Vicki's wedding, and that Wednesday, my family is flying to California for a week and a half! Hello, sunshine!

~ Christine

food coma!

Well, graduation weekend/hell has come and gone. Yesterday was quite possibly one of the longest and most tiring days of my life. I woke up at 6 and went to bed at about 12:30 AM, after getting about five hours of sleep the night before. Graduation day is like a marathon, even if you're not the one graduating. Admittedly, I could have ended my day at 8:30 or so, instead of almost 1 AM, but I felt like after having an entire day dedicated to my sister, I needed some time to have fun with my friends. So we went to see the movie Babies, and it was so worth it! Except, of course, now I really want a baby. I don't want a husband now, or anything permanent, I just want a baby. They're so cute! But I don't want to do the birthing part, or the newborn part where they don't sleep through the night. I really don't do well when I'm super tired.

Anyway, I'm exhausted, and I'm spending the rest of my evening relaxing and catching up on sleep. I've eaten entirely too much in the last 48 hours, so between that and the lack of sleep, I don't want to leave my bed for a long time.

~ Christine

bust out your caps and gowns, kiddies!

Hi. So today is crazy busy. First we have Katie's graduation, then Katie's graduation party, then tonight I'm going to go see the movie Babies (provided I know what time we're going) and I therefore don't have time to breathe or put any effort into writing, so I'm leaving you with this:

Congratulations to the Bishop Watterson High School Class of 2010!!

~ Christine

Steve Madden, you are a shoe-making god. Have babies with me?

If I need to break in new shoes, and I wear them when I'm sitting down, that counts, right? Right?

I'm escaping from the shopping/cleaning/swearing at our crappy desktop computer to blog for a few minutes of peace. It turns out that my mom worked on the slideshow while I ran errands this morning, and now it's done! Yay!

I really hate craft stores. For one thing, I am NOT a crafty person at all. Never have been, never will be. There is nothing artistic to me about going to the same damn chain store as everyone else and buying the same supplies to make the same wreath/religious knickknack/birdhouse as everyone else. That's not art. That's not even being creative. It's just like every other sad middle aged woman in this country. If you want to be artistic, you have to think a little bit more outside of the box. That said, there are some things that those stores are good for. Like buying paints. Or fabric markers. But you cannot go and buy the same thing that everyone else does and call yourself artistic. Also, the organizational skills in that store leave something to be desired. For one thing, I counted FIVE different places to buy adhesives. Why are there so many places to buy the same damn thing? And none of them were what I was looking for (which was magnets with sticky on one side so you could affix it to a piece of poster and then hang it on the refrigerator). You could buy adhesives at the register, in the general art supplies area, in the kids crafts area, in the drawing tools area (this one has me puzzled), and in the costume area. I just don't get those stores, and I probably never will.

Maybe if I sleep in these shoes tonight, they won't hurt like hell tomorrow.

I had a really weird dream last night where I was dreaming that Tony from NCIS was killed off in the season finale, but it was real life, not the show. Oh, and I was in love with him. Tony's grown on me a lot since I started watching the show almost a year ago (!), but he's still behind McGee and Gibbs in my favorite guys list. But I was really, REALLY upset that he was dead! The weirdest part is that in my dream, I woke myself up from my dream to get away from being sad about Tony dying, but it was still a dream. It's like when there's a movie about a movie. Verrrrry strange. And then when I woke up this morning, I couldn't remember what I dreamed about in my dream within a dream that made me so sad. Thankfully, I finally remembered a little bit ago. Freaky.

I made a Poor Life Choice. Two nights ago, I went to the Winking Lizard with some friends, and in addition to my drink, I had an order of spinach and artichoke dip as well. It was a beast that sexually abused me after it told me my boobs looked nice. It seemed all innocent and spinach-y at first, but then it made me feel awful about myself. I didn't need it, it was really greasy, and it was money I should not have spent, but it tasted soooo good, so I ate it, and then I ate the rest of it at dinner last night. Well, let me tell you, it has not been a good Friends With Benefits! It's been needy and demanding, and then it got really jealous. Let's just say that we will not be hooking up again anytime soon.

~ Christine

"Graduation" by Vitamin C is now a 10 year old song. FEEL OLD BITCHES!

My BlogMonth is almost over! It's weird, because I didn't think that so much would happen in one month, but May is always busy, so I guess that's dumb.

I should just keep an ongoing list of things that bother me... it seems like every day I find new things to hate on. I'm really not in a down mood, but there are a whole bunch of dumb people out there. I don't feel like processing actual thoughts, so I'm just going to make a list!

Christine's List of Things That Bother Her (in no particular order):
- People who don't use their turn signals.
- People who CONSTANTLY "forget" to put up an away message/say they're busy when they're busy or not at their computer.
- People who don't know how to drive down my street. Yes, it curves. No, you don't need to use your turn signal to draw attention to the fact that the road curves.
- People who won't listen to you when you're trying to tell them something and then expect you to bend over backwards to help them out.
- Ke$ha.
- The dollar sign in Ke$ha's name. Come on, there is no way that makes any sense at all, you idiot.
- People who are bad at estimating time. "Oh, that was just a few minutes ago!" when it was actually 3 hours earlier.
- People who insist that you haven't tried something when you say you don't like it. Trust me, I've been force fed green beans enough time in my life to know that they are nasty.
- People who think that they're funny when they're actually rude/mean/nasty/racist/sexist/genderist/ignorant.

That reminds me...

And now, a rant about Team Umizoomi!

For anyone who doesn't frequently hang out with preschoolers, Team Umizoomi is a show on Nick Jr. that focuses on building basic math skills and problem solving. Normally, I am all about those things, especially with little kids because let's face it, when it comes to math and science, America sucks. Anyway, here's a video of their opening, so you can get a feel for what it's like:




All in all, it's not a bad show. But there's a couple of things that bother me. First off, the little girl is the one who has the ability to change the design on her clothes to reflect other designs and patterns, like from going to polka dots to flowers. Why can't the little boy do that? Also, the little boy has a tool belt with shapes on it that he can use to build things that they need to solve whatever mission they're on. Why can't the little girl do that? The last thing that bothers me isn't quite as big as the first two, but it's still a teeny issue. The third character, that green robot thing, has what they call a "belly screen" that they use to watch videos of people who need their help. Besides the fact that this is a little weird, it's also making a teeny tiny crack at middle aged men. The robot is obviously older than the other two, and he's voiced by a middle aged man. So are they trying to insinuate that middle aged men have big bellies? He even sticks out his gut and wiggles it around when he's getting as message. Other than the gender/age issues, the show is halfway decent, and like I said before, we need better math skills in this country as a whole. I guess nothing's as perfect as Sesame Street.

Mmm.... I'm getting tired. It's been a long day of babysitting 1 year old twins. They were a lot of fun, but wow were they exhausting! I don't know how their parents do it all the time. Then I had to work more on Katie's slideshow for her graduation party. Holy crap, that thing is a beast! I've done the years 1995-2002, and my mom did 1992-1994. So far we're pushing 300 pictures, and you know that as time goes on, there's more pictures in each year, especially once we got digital cameras in my family! Guess what I'm working on tomorrow...

~ Christine

I REALLY should write things down more often...

I've had multiple good ideas for today's post throughout the day, usually while playing The Sims 3, or driving. But I've forgotten almost all of them, and I'm going out tonight with friends, so who knows when I'll be home. So this is all you're gonna get today... suck on that!

People tick me off sometimes. I know that people do that to everyone, but sometimes I feel like people tick me off more in particular than other people. (that's a lot of people in two sentences!) I don't know if it's the heat, or if it's stress, but I feel like I am not enjoying other people right now very much. I could be a happy little hermit if I had to. A hermit in an air-conditioned cave. I don't know why, but I've always pictured hermits as living in caves. Sometimes cute little houses in the forest, but usually they live in a cave.

Once again, I don't know where this is going. I failed to make an outline! Sorry, Mrs. Klueppel, I have failed you.

Peace, love, and screaming children!

~Christine

"Giving birth is like taking your lower lip and forcing it over your head." - Carol Burnett

So I have just about no time to write anything of importance today because it's my baby brother's 20th birthday, and I've been running around like a banshee with a fire crotch all day. That is, a banshee whose crotch is burning, as in on fire, not like with an STD, and not like they have red hair. What if you had red hair, an STD, and your crotch was on fire? Would you have a fire-fire-fire crotch?

My friend Phil had to remind me last night that I need to behave like a lady. I'm understanding what he means now.

Anywhoodles, I still have stuff to do before Mike's dinner tonight. So I'm giving you the gift of YouTube/song once again!

This song was a free download several months ago... it's completely fitting! My favorite line is "I'm getting drunk as a skunk and throwing up in the sink!" only because I did that at my friend Hilary's 21st birthday party. Someone cut in front of me in line for the bathroom, and it was either the sink or the floor. The sink always wins!



~ Christine

sha-la-la

Salut!

I woke up this morning feeling like I had been hit by a bus. First, I was up past 2 AM last night, for a variety of reasons, but partially because my room felt like a pressure cooker. And since I had to drive Puggle to school this morning and then I cleaned my grandma's house, I was up at 7:30 this morning. Not good. Plus, my super fantastic workout from yesterday is now my super OWWWWWIE for today. My legs hurt, especially my knees, and my shoulders hurt where my angels wings should be... har har. And then I had to vacuum all three floors of my grandma's house, including her basement. Have you ever vacuumed concrete? I HAVE. Why? Because my aunt's dogs will care if the basement floor is clean before they go downstairs. Right.

It's amazing to me how quickly your own problems can become incredibly insignificant. It seems like whenever I'm all, "OMG EFF MY LIFEEEEEE! PPL SUUUUUUUCK!!! UGHHHHHH!!" then Life comes along and is like, "SUCK ON THIS! MWHAHAHAHA! A PLAGUE UPON YOUR HOUUUUUUUSE!" 

(I would like to take this opportunity to mention that the winds have shifted today, and since the Budweiser brewery is northeast of my house, I can now smell hops verrrrrrry well, and I have been able to since approximately 3:30 PM this afternoon).

I am Chandler Bing. When things get uncomfortable, I make inappropriate jokes. Don't believe me? See above.

I would also like to mention that thanks to a certain Facebook status by a certain bestie of mine, I am now TERRIFIED to watch last night's episode of Army Wives. I don't want to cryyyyyy!

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Tomorrow is my brother's 20th birthday (Happy B-day Mikey!) so I will be having a celebratory dinner with my family and I will not be watching NCIS or Glee when they air. IF YOU TEXT ME AND SPOIL SOMETHING ABOUT EITHER SHOW BEFORE I WATCH IT, YOU CAN EXPECT TO BE TARRED AND FEATHERED WHILE CATHOLIC SCHOOLCHILDREN WILL BE FORCED TO WATCH (why? because I once was one of those clad in plaid pipsqueaks).

Yeah, I don't really know where this entry is going. Sorr about the bag. (+1,000,000 Cool Points to you if you know what that's from. And no, it's not a movie.)

~ Christine

proper hydration is the key to successful blogging

I don't feel good. I've been alternating all day between being very stressed out and very calm, and I think that in combination with the heat has finally made me ill. Really, I think I'm just very dehydrated, but I'm pretty sure that today's emotional rollercoaster caused part of that... like causing me to forget to drink water. Plus, I'm really tired this evening. I wasn't, until after dinner.

In other news, I have my workout regimen down to a T. I bike for 30 minutes on the "Random Hill" setting, then I have 2 minutes of cool down (forced upon me by the bike), and finally I row 2000 meters. I tried it today, and I think I like it. The rowing hurts my ankles a little bit when I'm all scrunched up (that's the technical term for it...) but it's a good hurt, and today was the first time I've rowed in a very long time, and it took me 13:06.6 to row that far, so it's not like it's a really long distance. Maybe eventually I'll work my way up to 5000 meters. I've gotten a lot faster on the bike too... I'm now biking as far as it took me to bike in 44 minutes back in the fall (about 11.5 miles, for anyone who cares). I'm still fat as a whale, but that's from lack of consistency. It seems like every time I start to get into an exercise routine, something comes along and gets in the way. Either a trip, or an injury, or a job... but I'm hoping to make the most of this time before the Western Trip in a couple of weeks.

Speaking of, I'm pretty bummed because I don't think I'll be able to do the Western Trip next summer. One of my friends from grade school/high school is getting married, and my cousin is getting married. Actually, they're getting married on the same day. What are the odds...

I had an epiphany last night. I realized that I had been really, really wrong. For anyone who doesn't know me well, this is a BIG deal. Ask anyone in my family, my friends, or any previous roommate of mine and they will tell you: I believe I am right. Always. So for me to realize that I was wrong ON MY OWN without being told by someone else, "Hey dumbass, you're wrong," is a huge step for me. And not only that, but I admitted that I was wrong to whom it mattered. Another very big step for me! This was two giant steps out on a very thin little tree branch, and it scared the hell out of me. Anyway, my big steps basically went unacknowledged, and I know I shouldn't make such a big deal over it, but it's me, so I am.

Yup. This is all you're getting for today because I feel like crap.

~ Christine

this one's has a healthy dose of snark in it...

Hola!

Happy Saturday! Actually, that's a bit of a lie, but just a little bit. Today was a decent day, until I went shopping. I hate shopping sometimes, and today was one of those times. First of all, the mall on a Saturday is a breeding ground for idiots that I just don't have the patience for AT ALL. So the stupid people annoyed me, plus I was clothes shopping for summer/the Western Trip, and that was just a stressful and traumatic experience. If it was socially acceptable for me to do so, I would be perfectly comfortable wearing old athletic shorts and t-shirts wherever I went, at least until I lose some weight. But it's not, so I had to buy clothes. Also, I bought a swimsuit for the first time in four years. Let me tell you, it's hard to find a one piece swimsuit that doesn't make you look like a middle aged woman from the early 90's. Do the fashion people just not update their one piece swimsuit repertoire EVER? There was gaudy colors, gaudy colors, and my personal favorite, the swim skirt. NO THANK YOU. Thankfully, I grabbed the one and only swimsuit that didn't look completely horrible, tried it on, and it fit as well as a swimsuit will fit someone who wishes she could have as many plastic surgeries as Heidi Montag.

After that lovely experience, my morale for the day was basically shot. Mass pissed me off today to. If your child can't shut the hell up, then take them out, or put them in a cage. I don't really give a damn, but don't cause more noise! Also, I realize that the evening Mass is supposed to be modern music or whatever, but it SUCKS. If you're going to have two flutes playing together, TUNE THEM.

Oh, and on my day of complete and awful horribleness that was Thursday, I apparently stressed myself out so much that I chomped down on my tongue multiple times without realizing it. So now I have lots of little cuts all over my tongue. Do you know what's painful to eat/drink when you have cuts on your tongue? Communion, Chips Ahoy cookies, spaghetti (it's really the sauce that got me), chicken sandwiches, pickles, orange juice, pizza, breadsticks, basically anything with salt, flavor, or anything that's slightly crunchy. So now I'm on a regimen of frequent rinsing my mouth with mouthwash, and it seems to be helping a little. This was not the best time for this. Although I supposed the Western trip would be worse, this sucks too. But I have graduation foods to be eating in the upcoming week! Mmmm... I love graduation cake! And since Mike's birthday is Tuesday, we are going to be having cake coming out of our ying yangs. All in all, we have 2 1/4 sheet cakes coming into our house in the next week. Marie Antoinette would have a field day.

Dammit, I'm hungry now. Anyway, I spent part of last night and a little bit this evening researching songs from The Sims 3. DO NOT JUDGE ME. If you're unfamiliar with the game, your little Simmies can have radios, and in TS3 they can even have a favorite genre of music (I usually pick electronic or indie). In the options for the game, you can listen to samples of the music that your Sims listen to (in Simlish, which is their made-up language). As it turns out, a lot of the music they use is by real musical artists who are usually up and comers, and they have English (or in Nelly Furtado's case, Spanish) versions of their songs that are included in the game. So I bought a bunch of them on iTunes. There's also 7 songs that come with the game in the "Custom Music" station, and they're already in English. There's a way to extract those songs out for free (I forget how), but the other ones you can't. Anyway, this is the playlist I've created:

I know it sounds weird, but it's actually a really good mix of music. Obviously, not everything from the game is available to buy, and there were a couple of things in the pop genre that I didn't want to waste my money on, but I really like everything I bought. So yay for new music!

I have a special treat for all of you today... a double dose of NAUGHTY HAIKU! I didn't feel like taking a picture of my filing cabinet, so I used the virtual poetry maker on magneticpoetry.com instead. Voila!

I can't decide which one I like more... it's like choosing your favorite child (pick me, Mom!). So you tell me, which NAUGHTY HAIKU you like more!

Fin.

~Christine

I blame the rain for this one...

Today has just been random, so that's how this entry is going to go: randomly.

- I have burned my tongue somehow in the last 24 hours or so. I don't remember burning it, or possibly biting it very hard, but since after dinner last night, it's felt funny. Like how when you burn your tongue on a hot drink, there's that weird smooth spot where you've burned off some taste buds. It's not a good feeling, and it hurts. I blame the chicken... mostly because I have nothing else to blame.

- I worked out this morning for the first time since I started my now old job. It felt GOOD. First of all, I woke up very angry this morning because I realized that all of the apologetic feelings I had yesterday are complete bullshit. So what did I do? I biked my ass off, figuratively and hopefully literally. I love biking when I'm really pissed off at the world. Almost as much as I love blasting Linkin Park on my car stereo when it's sunny AND I'm pissed off at the world.

- Speaking of la voiture, the nice people at Firestone called this afternoon with good news! They were able to fix my car by giving me an oil change and using a heavier oil (a 10 something versus a 5 something) and that was enough to not trip the low oil pressure detector thing in my car. Apparently even with the old oil in, it wasn't actually low enough to cause problems, but it was lower. So they gave me the oil change for free since it was related to a previous problem they had supposedly fixed, and then they noticed that I needed new wiper blades, so they installed a new pair. All in all, I got a repaired car, an oil change, and new wiper blades for $32! It was a very good day. Now I just need to get the paint chip issue fixed.

- I felt like purging again today, so I uninstalled all of my The Sims 3 games and custom content and then reinstalled the game. Now I have no saved families, no custom content, and I freed up a lot of space on my hard drive. It's hard once you install custom content to tell if it's something you're going to really use a lot or not. And even then, it's almost impossible to go back and find the correct files if it's something you don't want. I've had the game for almost a year, so I thought it was a good time for this.

- I miss last summer in a very weird way. I hated the last bit of it, but in a lot of ways, I liked it. I was free to do what I wanted, when I wanted (unless I had class or work). But I didn't have to say where I was going or for how long. And I could eat what I wanted when I wanted. I miss my green tea and my Diet V8 Splash! And my multigrain bread! Mmmm... tasty!

- I am a human emotional yo-yo. Part of me is like this: "FIND A GOOD MAN. FALL IN LOVE. GET MARRIED. MAKE BABIES. RAISE CHILDREN. BECOME MIDDLE AGED."

And the other part of me is like this: "GET YOUR MASTER'S. MOVE TO D.C. BECOME AN AWESOME LIBRARIAN IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. FIND A GOOD MAN WHO ISN'T INTIMIDATED BY YOUR OBVIOUS INTELLECTUAL PROWESS. IGNORE HIM FOR YOUR JOB. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU IGNORED HIM. GET MARRIED. KEEP WORKING. HAVE ONE CHILD WHEN YOU'RE APPROACHING 40. BECOME MIDDLE AGED."

I know, obviously one of these sounds more fun than the other. But I have a very strong maternal instinct, and although I love learning and being viewed as an intelligent human being, I want to be a mom, and I want to be a mom at a young enough age to have the energy to deal with kids. I wish that I could do everything, or that I could hit a pause button on the progression of time so that I wouldn't have to stress over not being able to do everything. I am all about equality, but this is just one of those things that guys will never have to deal with, and I hate them for that. I hate that if I want to find a husband, I have to do it when I'm young and pretty, because no one wants an older woman. Cougar material I am not. But guys can wait until they're 40 because even then they'll still be able to snag some ho-bag of a 22 year-old coed. It's horribly unfair.

Unfortunately, since I have no man at my side, my decision's been made for me. It just scares me that there are gorgeous, intelligent, young women who aren't much older than me who aren't even dating, let alone finding the man of their dreams. What if I never get married? Scoff if you want, but I don't want to die alone. I know I have my "My Best Friend's Wedding" pact with Phil, but marrying your gay best friend is very different than marrying your best friend who you love. I want the latter. I keep trying to force myself into a situation where I date someone and then I try to make them my best friend, but it doesn't work that way. You're supposed to want to be around that person the majority of the time. Where is my person?

~Christine

you think the BBC is trying to embarrass you with sex scenes?

I made a giant, colossal, huge mess of things. It's not entirely my fault, because I truly felt like I was doing the right thing, except that I was mistaken (again) and I made things worse instead of preventing something awful from happening. I don't know what else to do, except continue to apologize, and I hate not being able to do anything. So now, I'm just laying low. It has been a very long and emotionally draining day, and I have suspicions that my bad mood has been rubbing off on the people around me.

Anyway, my previous job ended on Tuesday. I kind of miss it, even though I spent most of the time wanting it to be over. It really was nice to feel like a productive person and have something to do for 8 hours of the day. Plus, I wasn't obligated to ruin my weekends with babysitting jobs. Not that I don't mind babysitting, but it was nice to have a regular work schedule.

I tried bubble tea for the first time last night! I had no idea what to expect... turns out it's just a smoothie with tapioca pearls in it. The smoothie part was fantastic. The tapioca... well, I made some interesting faces the first few times I encountered a pearl. But eventually I got used to it. It's definitely something I'll be having again.

Gertie's in the shop again. I'm hopeful that this won't be too hard or expensive to fix. My check oil light problem is still happening, and the guy at Firestone told me that they had just fixed another Chrysler with the same problem and what they did for that guy worked well. But if it's not fixed, then I'll need to take it to a dealership to have them flush the engine. And if that doesn't work, well, let's just hope that it gets fixed. I love my car, even though she's caused me a lot of trouble in the last 7 months. But she's still my baby!

Okay, this was a stretch for me to do tonight... I'm going to go back to watching Coupling for hours on end.

~Christine

whatever!

I have had yet another really busy day! But that doesn't mean that I don't love you all, my happy little reader people! This is all that I have for you today:




Love and whatever!

~Christine

you always tell me perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

I would like to confess something. I have recently made a series of poor life choices (aka PLCs) that involve me getting less than 5 hours of sleep last night and feeling awful all day. I have now been awake for 16 hours. 4.5 hours of sleep/16 hours of being awake = about 17 minutes of being asleep per hour of being awake. So basically, I don't know how I'm functioning as a human being right now. Now I'm going to watch Coupling while I fall asleep because tomorrow is going to be just as busy as today was.

Random thought: It really bothers me when people in Columbus pronounce "Morse Rd." as "Morris Rd."

~Christine

this story is wack!

Allo!

So I used to write a lot of fanfiction, back in my heyday (or last fall). And even though I miss it, I just haven't felt like writing it recently. I don't know why; it's like why I've only been able to finish one book since my Nana died: there is no rhyme or reason!

Anywhoodles, I've decided to reinstate my status as a fiction writer and write a short story for today's entry. Also, my life has been boring for the last 24 hours, and I'm not going to gossip about my co-workers until my job ends tomorrow.

And now, for your reading pleasure/terror:

Spanky Ice: The Living Legend of Crumbottom Hollow


Once upon a time in a land underneath your refrigerator known as Crumbottom Hollow, there was a little ice cube named Spanky Ice. He was a happy little ice cube, always cold and frozen to just the right negative (in Celsius) temperature. One day, the freezer door opened up, and out fell all of the other ice cubes, except Spanky Ice! So what did the old Spankster do? He enlisted the help of the Frozen Chicken Patty Army to formulate a rescue plan! They linked the patties together to form a Chicken Patty Staircase (now available at McDonald's!) so that Spanky Ice could climb up and down to carry each of his fallen comrades to safety inside the freezer. Finally, the last of the ice cubes had been saved, and peace was restored to Crumbottom Hollow once again!

I apologize if you read that whole thing... I really don't know what's wrong with my brain!

~Christine

Some things I cannot change, but until I try, I'll never know!

Okay, so NOW I can tell you all why I didn't have a long entry yesterday! My former roommate, Hannah, celebrated her birthday today, and her husband, Alex, threw her a surprise party at their apartment in Cleveland. Since I've been having issues with my car (and really, what fun is it to drive 2 hours one way by yourself?) my friend Phil drove me up there, and I mistakenly thought he was coming to get me later. Whoops. So I spat out a teeny little entry, and now that I'm home and sober, I can write more.

First things first! I know it's been awhile, but my NAUGHTY HAIKU muse has spoken to me again, so I have a brand-spankin' (tee hee) poem for your reading pleasure today!

I was inspired by dirty hippies having sex in a sleeping bag at Woodstock.

After much deliberation, I have decided to re-activate my online dating profile. I had deactivated, and then reactivated, and basically I've been a yo-yo about the whole thing. Even if I don't meet anyone worthwhile, it's nice to get some attention. Yeah, I'm narcissistic, I know. But it's the truth! I read an article on one of my favorite websites, The Frisky, the other day called "Why Women On Dating Sites Don't Respond To Men" that basically confirmed what I've always suspected. Online dating is truly a woman's advantage. For whatever reason, we get much more attention than the guys do. So for me, this is perfect. I get lots of attention, and maybe once in awhile I'll get attention from someone I actually could be interested in. As opposed to real life where I give attention to guys who don't want it and guys who I don't want to give attention to me do.

I've been thinking a lot lately about filters. For one, I sometimes don't have one. As several of my closer friends will confirm, I will share just about anything, even sometimes if it's not entirely appropriate to do so. But at the same time, there are cases where my filter goes into overdrive and I say too little. It's a weird blend. I'm trying to adopt a policy where if you believe something, you have to say it. It's a lot scarier than it sounds. Somehow we've all become hardwired to be offended when people tell you the truth. If it's the truth, then what's wrong with it? If you spend any time talking to toddlers or especially preschoolers, they will tell it like it is! They haven't been told yet that sometimes you shouldn't tell people things. Like that Mommy said that Mother's Day was the worst day of her life (true story: my sister told another mom of a kid in her first grade class that once! Thankfully, the other mom didn't bring it up to my mom until Katie was in 8th grade). I'm not saying that you should go around harassing people and calling them fat and ugly, but we do have freedom of speech for a reason people!

~Christine

I'M SO BAD AT TIME MANAGEMENT

A million and twelve apologies, but my afternoon has completely gotten away from me and I have absolutely no time to blog more. BUT I LOVE YOU ALL MUCKS MUCKS MUCKS!

~Christine

there's no such thing as a shameless plug

Hi! I bet you all thought I wasn't gonna make my daily post for today. Or you don't give a damn. In that case, I say *pounds fist together, Gellar style*!

Anywhoodles, today I have discovered amazingness and less-than-amazingness. We'll start with the latter.

Back when I was a wee lass of 22, I made a voyage to the maiden land: Disney World. On this trip, one BFF of mine by the name of Jackie, had a snack treat with her that I had been intrigued by once before, but never actually consumed. Yes, I am talking about Snyder's Hot Buffalo Wing flavored pretzel bites. These pretzels make me do things and go places that I have only experienced while eating Chipotle and taking a really long nap. In the words of Ashlee Simpson, "You (it) make(s) me wanna la-la in the kitchen, on the floor." That's how amazing these pretzels are.

You know how some people have a weird uncle? Well, I have eaten the weird uncle of the buffalo wing pretzel, and I didn't enjoy it. Meet Snyder's Buttermilk Ranch flavored pretzel bites! I LOVE dipping regular pretzels into ranch dressing, so I bought these with the high hopes of finding yet another delectable treat, but I was sorely mistaken. To put it bluntly, they taste like the soap that would be shat out of an evil and sinister man on the Hidden Valley Ranch. So I am very saddened, and I recommend that if you are given the choice, ALWAYS PICK THE BUFFALO.

Onto my second discovery! This evening, I was shopping at Polaris with the same BFF by the name of Jackie, and now buffalo fame, and we stumbled upon a brand new store! It's called Charming Charlie, and charming doesn't even begin to cover it, but I don't think that naming a store "Fucking Awesome Store of Accessories and Pretty Colors" is a good marketing plan. The store is HUGE and everything is organized by color! Right now, the only location in Ohio is at Polaris, but their website lists lots of stores that are opening in the next 3 months, so I wouldn't be surprised if another location opened up in Ohio soon. So here is their website (again): http://www.charmingcharlie.com/ and if you're in Columbus, go to the store ASAP! And if you're not in Columbus, come sleep on my parent's couch and we'll go there together! We have color days at work (our scoring room has a lot of former teachers in it) and Monday's color is yellow. I don't own a single yellow thing in my wardrobe, aside from my high school graduation gown, so finding Charming Charlie was like an oasis in a sea of... nothing yellow to wear. So for my color day, here is what I bought:

Super cute, and cheap too! When we got to the store, the girl who greeted us said that nothing was more than $150, but we didn't see anything more than $40. These little beauties were $7.97! AND I found the type of eyeglass holder that I was looking for before the Eastern Trip, but I'm running out of time so I don't want to take a picture of it. But you should just know that this store is beautiful. If I knew ahead of time that their website doesn't have pictures of inside of their stores, I would have taken a picture, just so you could see the awesomeness!

Okay, I need to publish this before midnight...

Get on up, get on up, dance on the ceiling!

~Christine

st-st-st-stop talkin' that blah, blah, blah

I'm starting to feel like I'm living my life by running in a hamster wheel. It's getting to be ridiculous when it comes to repeat patterns that I'm falling into. It's hard to explain, but I'm basically the same person I've been my entire life, and I don't really like that. I kinda thought that by the time I was 23, I would have a better sense of who I am and be a more interesting person, but I don't, and I'm not.

Thankfully, my job is almost done. We're so far ahead of schedule now that they're giving us tomorrow off! I don't know what I'm going to do with my free time, though. I need to call Kent State to figure out why I haven't gotten a financial aid packet yet. But that's not fun.

I'm absolutely exhausted. I slept horribly last night, and it was one of those days where the children in state XYZ were just being so damn boring with their test questions. Honestly, if it wasn't for the coffee, I wouldn't have made it through the day. Nevertheless, I am going out tonight because dammit, I can!

Okay kids, I have a new mission: I need to find something good to read. So I'm taking suggestions. Preferably ones that are available at the library. Sooooo... lemme have it!

Keep holdin' on!

~Christine

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~Istine-chray