Chachaboochee! Roll Call!

So the Spartan Cheerleaders sketch from SNL is stuck in my head and really wish it would go away.

It's Spring Break! Wooohooooo! And man does it feel like it! The weather is so flippin' warm. Which I can't decide if it is a good thing or maybe a bad thing. Hello! Global Warming!

I really don't have anything to write about. I just felt the need to update and waste time while my food cooks.

And now it's done.

Oh hey! Remember that post? down there? about the post office? Well the day I wrote it was the day the letter was returned to Lauren. Talk about timing! Perhaps the gods of mail and stamps were paying attention.

well my food is beeping at me.

Say Wha?

I don't know what to write about.

But I feel like writing.

So here I sit. Writing. Will it amount to anything? I do not know. Will it be anything good to read? I do not know. Are my blogs good to read to begin with? I do not know. Could I be wasting my dreams on writing? I do no know.

One things I do know is that I am a fan of repetition. I think that it can be a good sort of style. Maybe I do it too much though.

Spring Break starts for me tomorrow at 3:30. I don't have to go to class on Friday, woot! woot!
While Spring Break is fantastic, it throws into sharp reality that the summer is almost upon us.

I love the summer. I like the warmth, I like the flowers, I like the sun, I like toolin' around on the lawn tractor not really paying attention, lost in my own world.

I don't like the work though. Noooo sir-e bob. (How would one spell sir-e? Perhaps Suri as in Suri Holmes-Cruise? Sire is another name for a king...so just roll with me people!)

I don't mind the actual, physical, labor of the work. Nah, thats some easy shit. I don't like the people. I don't like the idiots, the morons, the bitches, the fillinyourownwordofchoicehere.

I don't like it. I don't like to be around idiots. I don't take kindly to fools. Not like I'm a genius or anything, but I like to think that at least I have common sense. People in grocery stores seem to lack it. They lack it real bad.

I get sick of people complaining about prices. Go to a different store! I get sick of people bitching about stock. Go to a different store! I get sick of people and the lame jokes. Get out of my damn line! I get sick of people who think that I'm either 1) a moron 2) a mom or 3) less then them. Kiss my ass! I am 20 years old. I work in that store four months out of the year. Open your goddamn eyes and take a look around before you assume I have three babies at home. It is the summer jackass. I'm there to make the ca-ching.

Some day I want to just say to one of the a-holes "Tell me where you work. I'm gonna come scream at you mmk? YOUR NOT TYPING FAST ENOUGH! But I have to type slow to do a good job! I DON"T GIVE A RATS ASS! WHAT ARE YOU STUPID? No! THEN WHY DO YOU WORK HERE MORON?

Alright so I might be being a wee bit dramatic. But I swear to whatever is holy, that some days I just want to slap someone.

The only good thing that comes out of working at a grocery store? Well alright there are a few. Money. (not like I'm paid like a superstar) Some of the other employees are pretty cool. And I've come to realize it would make a great set for a movie. Which I shall write and make millions on and then I will laugh. Ohhhh how I will laugh. It will be like my big Fuck You! to the people who are asses to retail workers. And then I could bitch more about them on the talk show circuit!

“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night..." MY ASS!

So the United States Post Office has the unofficial motto of “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”

Well isn't that just dandy! So the men and women of the army that is the Post Office will drive their little trucks and drag their little bags on wheels through a sleet storm or a blizzard of the century yet they can't deliver me a damn letter.

Since when is it the motto of the Post Office not to deliver mail to a person who's letter had the correct address and a correct return address but a funny name? Why would that make a difference? The address was right. The zip code was right. Thats all you should care about Post Office NAZIS!

Fine, fine, fine. So you don't want to deliver the letter because the name is different. Alright. But why not return to friggass sender?! WHY?

Why am I upset with the Post Office? My friend sent me a letter well over three weeks ago and she put the correct address on it, the correct return address and all she did was put a funny name. And I have not got it. She has not got it back yet either. Where is it? Is this going to be one of those mysteries like when a sock disappears in the dryer?

¿Dónde está mi carta?

Où ma lettre est ?

Wo ist mein Brief?

Where is my letter?

When Blogs Have Sex

My friend, katie miller, has a website. and a blog. and it interesting SO READ IT BITCHES!

We decided to link our blogs to each other. Me because I love spreading the word of Katie. Which one? You can choose. We're both brilliant. We're both masterminds. We're both named Katie.

So while talking about our blogs, I said something about morphing them together. And the convo is as follows. (which I totally lifted from her site but shhhhh!)

SamuriKate18 (11:07:30 PM): mmm our websites are kinda doing it if you think about it in a sexual manner
CrashIntoMe383 (11:07:58 PM): haha they are! gotta love blog website intercourse
SamuriKate18 (11:08:24 PM): they will make a third kaite….a cyber katie. then we will be tri-katie
CrashIntoMe383 (11:08:46 PM): oh man, we now need to make a site that is the spawn of the two-yes!
CrashIntoMe383 (11:08:53 PM): …that would be a little weird…but id get a good chuckle
SamuriKate18 (11:09:17 PM): well, since you have an actual site instead of a blog, you could make a special page for it lol. and then it could be called “when blogs have sex” and we could lift random sentences from our blogs to have form a new blog entry
CrashIntoMe383 (11:10:25 PM): LOL hell yeah…we could morph blogs together!
SamuriKate18 (11:10:30 PM): yes!

So that's what'll happen. Random selection of my blogs with random selection of her blogs which will hopefully lead to a written explosion of the interworkings of two fantastic individuals minds.

so read it. READ IT. READ IT! it is linked over yonder! -------->

ps to all you rockin' the old Internet explorer as I am. you have to scroll down all the way to get the text. it's there. just look damnit!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

Why do I love Wisconsin?

It's not that we are one of top states when it comes to tax burdens. (Number five in the nation as of 2005 if you were curious. on average we pay 11.40 % per capita income)

It's not that prisons are about to take over as the number one thing the state spends money on. (Education is getting Shafted with a capital S)

It's not that we are categorized as hicks with cows, pick-ups, beer and cheese.

Oh no. It's none of these things.

It's the weather.

Yes you read my correctly. It is the weather that I love!

I love how one day it can be 70 degrees and three days later it is 34 degrees. I love how it can snow one minute and rain the next. I love it. I honestly do. No lie.

I also love hearing about those SoCal wimp asses complain when the mercury dips below 50 degrees.

Anything over 45 is t-shirt weather. Anything over 60 is beach weather! I love not flinching when I go outside when its 34 without a coat. Walking on ice is as easy as pie!

I love how in January if its 20 degrees it warm. We only start complaining when the windchill makes it negative fifteen.

I love how we deal with the extremes. Negative numbers in the winter, 86 degrees with 100% humidity in July. We don't care. We can deal.

What's that you say? Tornado warning? Let me go outside and look. We don't flinch at those either. Every first graders knows which county they live in by the pretty map at the bottom of the screen. We arn't dumb though. If they say the tornado is coming down the street, we'll go hide. But if its more then three miles away, meh. No need to hide. Let me sit on my deck and see if I can see it.

I love the weather.

O, what's in a name?

"O, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet"

Snaps to you if you knew that was from Romeo and Juliet.

I have this fixation on names right now because I am getting sick of my last name being used for examples all the time. So I guess the Romeo and Juliet quote doesn't work exactly. But it could.

In one of my classes the prof. gives examples all the time and its always "Bob Smith" this or "Bob Smith" that. Smith smith smith smith SMITH! It is a curse of the common last name. I find it annoying because what ever happend to the days of spicing things up? Why not use another common last name at times like Jones or Johnson? Why the fixation on Smith?

It never used to bother me because it wouldn't happen that often. But it bothers me in this class because in every class he has to make some sort of example out of Smith. And then! When at times he does use Smith with a first name of someone I'm related to I want to giggle. But I don't because I'll get looks. I noticed today that when he used the example of Smith he looked at me right away. I rolled my eyes. That'll show him! Not.

Lets see if I can make a tie back to the quote. hmmmm..... OK!

So instead of using Smith (Rose) why not use Johnson? Would not the example have just the same amount of weight it one was to use Johnson? Much like would not a rose smell just as sweet if it had another name? It would.

yeah I got you real good!

Backup Plans

I have settled on my backup plans for life.

If everything goes down the tubes and I'm left screwed with my pants on, then I know where to turn, what to do, where to go and all the jazz.

I have three really. If one backup fails, then I'll go to the another. If that one fails, then on the other. If all three fail, then I'll just get myself thrown in the State Pen.

What are these plans? I'm glad you asked!

The first: Move to Vegas, deal blackjack at the Palms in the High Roller's area so I make some sweet ass tips. It's also warm there so if need be I can make do in a cardboard box for a while.

The second: Move to Nantucket and sell driftwood art. How will I make my driftwood art different from other people's driftwood art? I can't tell you that. Why Nantucket? Cuz I've been watching far too much Wings. And I figure if my life blows, why not live on an island where I can just get away from it all?

The third: Bar tend in New York City. I like booze, I like bars, I like money. The only problem is that NYC is a pricey place to live so I'll have to make some fat tips. I can't live in a cardboard box there. Or I could find an apartment that's about 70 square feet in a bad neighborhood and invest in mace. I'm not quite sure.

I think my backup plans are pretty solid. Hope I won't have to use them, but it's nice to plan for the future.

Now, if only I could come up with some real life plans. I need to stop this indecisive shit.

...and you can quote me!

I have this weird problem.

I like to be quoted. I do. I really, really, really do.

Ask Ashley. She'd tell you. I live to be put in her AIM profile. Alright maybe not live but it is a source of joy for me.

Maybe it's seeing what I say in print and in some sort of circulation. Maybe it's knowing I got a giggle or some sort of reaction.

I don't know what it is. I just like to be quoted.

Maybe it's because I'm not exactly the most well spoken person. I talk best when I write cuz otherwise I'm just to slow. Someone will say something and then five minutes later I get the good come back. But when talking online, it is like my reaction time quadruples! I'm quick! I'm fast! (that's what he said)

Maybe it's the writer in me. Not like am a spectacular one but I consider myself to be one. So quoting is a way for that writing to get a little circulation. Although I don't know if you can consider a conversation via instant message writing all that much. Though I do formulate my responses so maybe.

Maybe I'll be like the Winston Churchill of the 21st Century! Quotes galore! Except instead of millions upon millions of people knowing them it'll be oh, about seven.

I just like to be quoted. Period.

And yes I know it's strange.