Chilling in the Library

It’s now been over a week since I last updated.  What kind of stuff did I used to talk about back then, when I updated daily, or–frequently–two or three times daily?

I used to talk about my daily activities, but that was before they all turned into the same thing.  I dislike having the same classes every day.  It makes each day blend into the next until I don’t know what’s what anymore.  And then I used to talk about dreams, but I haven’t really dreamt in a while….  Hm.  The dreams need to come back.  I miss them!

I’m very glad to see that work is going back to normal.  Sure, goofing off and playing cards every day was fun, but I like having crowds!  I like being able to see and talk to people, hooray!  (Of course, I still am really not looking forward to the 1200+ people a night we’ll be having in July, but…that’s only for a week, I hope, unless something changes, and as Maggie pointed out, I can still do only one plate at a time.

Psychobrat is insisting that the computer is having even more problems now than it did before my uncle looked at it, but…she’s always insisting it’s got more serious problems than it does, and then blaming them on everyone else, like me.  Twice yesterday I got on right after her, when she complained about it taking her three hours to check her mail (both times), and…I had no trouble.  At all.  Tell me, how does that denote that it is my problem?  I think it proves what I’ve been saying all along…that she’s an idiot and is obviously doing something wrong.

I got a message from Dennis complaining that I got contacts.  ‘Twas only a matter of time, of course–he was trying to talk me out of them before the semester ended.

*desperately trying to think of anything else new…*

Okay, well…I’ll update again…um…soon.  *looks away, whistling*  All right, you try making summer sound interesting!  It’s not; it’s incredibly dull.  Same classes every day, and the whole day is just taken up with class, class, class, and work (which hopefully will become more entertaining very soon).

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Sleepy Entry About My New Stalker

We went to see Guardians of the Galaxy II the other day.  We arrived a bit early to wait in the concession line for a while.

Then we met these guys…Mr. Matthew, and Norman.  We thought (well, I thought, not really sure about Cortney and Nicole) that they were in, like, high school, until we found out they’re in the Navy.

Well, as we were walking in, their friend Nick showed up, and when we got inside, he somehow got separated from the rest of the group.  But that was okay, he said, because he could just come and sit with us.

So we were sitting…and sitting…just waiting for the movie to start, and talking….  The seating arrangement was, left to right, Nick, Nicole, Cortney, me, blank space.  And we’re all just talking, and he mentions his large salary, and Cortney, joking, reaches out her hand as though to shake his, and says dramatically, “Did I mention I’m Cortney?”

So—also joking—I dramatically pushed Cortney back, leaned forward, held out my own hand, and said, “Did I mention I’m single?”

A little while later, he moved to the empty seat next to me, explaining that his neck was sore from leaning over and talking to us all in one direction.  And then he…talked to me…for the rest of the movie.

Now I knew…I could tell…he was interested.  Wonderful.  Cort and Nicole had the same idea.

Sure enough, he called Cortney the next day to ask if she thought he should ask me out.  Essentially, Cort told him no, but he found reason enough to do it anyway.  It hasn’t happened yet, and isn’t going to, because I’m not going to answer my phone to him anymore.  He’s a stalker.  Seriously.  He does not stop calling, either me or Cort (although he’s never called Nicole once, fortunately for her).  And when you do finally answer the phone to him, he doesn’t stop talking.

The problem, we believe, is that he has no friends down here (and he’s obsessed with me).  The whole time he was hanging out with Cortney today, and every time he talks to her, the conversation keeps leading back to me.  Every time the phone rang, “Is that Ginny!?”  When the phone beeped a daily reminder at Cortney, “Is that Ginny!?”

And just so much more; too much to write an entire entry about, after I’ve discussed it ‘til I’m blue in the face.  (And plus it’s really late.)

So we decided…we’re not obligated to him.  We’re just going to ignore him and drop him cold turkey.

This could only happen to me.  Only I could walk into a concession line and pick up a stalker.  Story of my life.  (And Bob got such a kick out of it at work.

Anyway, as usual these days, this was a pretty boring post I guess, as I’m just rambling, trying to get everything down before I fall asleep.  I need to go to bed now.  Pleasant dreams, all.

OCD and Summer Semester

Okay, okay, so I’ve been slacking with the updates a bit.  What can I say?  When your days are all the same, there’s just nothing to say.  I guess that’s just how the summer semester is.

So what’s been happening lately…well, work is so terribly slow.  (I think our record is 23 people one night?)  It’s nice.  We sit and play cards every day.  Me, Jasper, Steve, Tyler, and Chrissy.  I take my break whenever I want (every one of us is required to take a thirty-minute break).  Like last night, for example, I sat out in the front eating and playing cards for an hour, then clocked out, went back to work, clocked back in, and took a break again.  Haha.  It’s weird.  But the management is hardly ever there…it’s just…great.  And we have such great nicknames; the new supervisor is named, “Oldie McFrenchspy”, because he’s 1. old, 2. French, and 3. a spy for Big Brother.  He’s nice, though, which is the ironic thing about it.  We all like him.  We just like his nickname, too.

It won’t stay like this for long.  June is supposed to be hell, with all the little kids and summer camps and everything going on.  It’s supposed to be worse than the regular school year.

Dishwasher Daniel has annoyed us all, because he dislikes our movie plans (and he just always annoys me).  Well, *sticks out tongue* that’s what I think about that.  We like our ideas.

I have also discovered that I have OCD.  I mean, I always knew I had it to a degree, but Maggie and Steve have made me more aware of it.  The night I first started driving Steve home, he was helping me clean up, and I was wiping down the things the way I always do, 10-15 times each, and he said, “Geez, think they’re clean enough yet!?” and Maggie said, “Oh, she can’t do it just once.”  Steve said, “What are you, OCD or something?”  And Maggie said, in all seriousness and as though she is my doctor and has considered this common knowledge forever, “Yeah.  She is–I’ve known this since the first night I ever worked with her.  She is.”

Then I realized that Maggie does constantly point out how I can never stop messing with the food…never.  I’m always stirring it, making sure there’s no film on top of the gravy or sauce, making sure everything is totally flat…and the way I wipe down the things, and the sneezeguards…Tinny always got done way before me, and I’d be wiping…and wiping….

I mean, I’m not seriously afflicted, but I’ll admit I have it to a minor degree (I’ve always admitted it, I just never noticed it was so bad until Maggie and Steve were joking about it).  Huh.  Interesting.

Finally bothered to get the updated perfume list into some semblance of alphabetical order:

  • Calvin Klein Euphoria – I didn’t dislike this scent and it lasted for a good long while.  However, I just got the impression that something about it was too old for me.
  • Calvin Klein Deep Euphoria – I wasn’t a fan of the initial smell, but then by the time I remembered to smell it again maybe an hour later, it had already worn off, so I’m just going to scrap this one.
  • Calvin Klein Reveal – I liked this one a lot.  It was woodsy and warm, with pepper kind of shining through.  It has great lasting power, too!  I still had hints of it at the end of the night.
  • Chanel Chance
  • Chanel Coco Mademoiselle – This one is making the finalists list.  It strikes me as a good spring smell.  I had visions of lying in soft grass, staring at puffy white clouds and feeling a light breeze on my face.  I imagined being at a Renaissance Faire.  It lasted most of the day.  Also, I’d be lying if I said the marketing of smelling like the British Natalie Portman wasn’t working on me somewhat.
  • Chanel Eau Tendre – It was a pleasing smell, but I guess I would just say it was nothing special to me.  Not bad, but I’ve tried other things that stood out to me a lot more.  Long-lasting, though.
  • Coach – Ever-so-slightly too sweet for me.  Must be the raspberries.  It wasn’t overbearing, but with the size of the list I’m trying to narrow down, even slightly too sweet is too much.
  • Dior Poison Girl – Awful!  It immediately smelled as though I had drenched myself in vanilla, which, despite enjoying the flavor of, have always detested the scent of for being too sickeningly sweet.  It was fairly long-lasting, too.
  • Dior J’Adore – I thought I liked the smell, but apparently ylang-ylang doesn’t work with my body chemistry somehow.  I had the same issue with Victoria’s Endless Love–I loved the scent, but on me it kind of smells like piss.  I mean, literally, I got hints of something urine-y mixed with something chemical-y.
  • Dior J’Adore Eau Lumiere – This was pretty long-lasting for an EDT, and not unpleasant.  I can’t say there was anything particularly special about it, though.  No oomph.  So I guess it’s coming off the list.
  • Dior Miss Dior
  • Dior Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet – When I closed my eyes and smelled this one for the first time, I had instant mental images of white tablecloths, crystal chandeliers, a tuxedoed live band, and the word “elegant”.  Unfortunately, this scent does not appear to be available in an EDP and did not last very long.  It lasted longer than either of the Ralph Lauren scents, however.  Because of that alone it’ll have to be a no.  If it’s ever available in an EDP I might just scoop it up.
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold Absolu
  • Jimmy Choo Illicit – Another one I liked but that didn’t last long enough for me to give it another shot.
  • Juicy Couture Gold Couture – This barely lasted at all and just really wasn’t my thing.
  • Jo Malone London Mimosa & Cardamom
  • Jo Malone Nectarine Blossom & Honey – Great fresh scent for summer!  I actually liked how it smelled, but I felt like somehow it wasn’t me.
  • Lancome La Vie Est Belle – Another finalist.  I believe this lasted longer than any other scent I’ve tried so far.  I can’t describe what I like about it, but I can’t get enough of it.
  • Marc Jacobs Decadence
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy – Too powdery-fresh, which is great in an antiperspirant but not at all what I want in a perfume.  Also not long-lasting.
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Dream – Same issues as Daisy.
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Eau So Fresh – I pretty much dislike all the Marc Jacobs Daisy line for the same reasons.
  • Michael Kors 24K Brilliant Gold
  • Michael Kors Glam Jasmine
  • Michael Kors Sexy Amber – No, I don’t like this at all.  I thought I did before but it smells awful on me!  Medium lasting power.
  • Michael Kors Sexy Rio De Janeiro – Disgustingly sweet when I first put it on, but I grew fond of it throughout the day.  A gentle scent, good for summer.  Doesn’t last very long, though.  For that reason and because I need to be more selective, it’s coming off the list.
  • Modern Muse Le Rouge
  • My Burberry
  • Paco Rabanne Olympea – This is probably the longest-lasting sample I’ve tried so far, and fortunately I liked it.  It had an unusual salty scent and was almost, but not quite, masculine.  Very earthy, which I seem to dig.
  • Paco Rabanne Olympea Intense – Hated it.  Also long-lasting, but it had a disgusting vanilla scent, mixed with pepper.
  • Ralph Lauren Romance – I actually really liked the scent, but it only lasted for about an hour.  Maybe the concentration was just too low?  But whatever the problem was, I can’t choose as a signature scent something that I’m going to have to reapply several times throughout the day.  That’s not simple enough for me.
  • Ralph Lauren Midnight Romance – Not a fan.  It was too sickeningly sweet and also only lasted around an hour (thank goodness).
  • Thierry Mugler Alien – I thought I would like this one seeing as it was made up of pretty much all things I enjoy, but maybe I just didn’t like the way they went together?  Something about it was too strong and off-putting, and the thought that crossed my mind was that it was just too “adult” for me somehow.  Long-lasting, though.  I won’t be trying it again, for sure.
  • Thierry Mugler Angel – I couldn’t stand it.  It wasn’t that it smelled bad, but it smelled like something sweet I would like to eat, like a cookie.  I don’t want to smell like a cookie.
  • Tory Burch Love Relentlessly – It wasn’t a bad smell but I didn’t feel like there was anything really special about it.
  • Versace Bright Crystal – The very first thing I thought was that it reminded me of Egypt, which was a weird thought to have considering I’ve never been there; how could a scent remind me of it?  But throughout the day the thought I kept having was that it was very me somehow, which is exactly what a scent should be.  A good springtime scent.  It was also very long-lasting, so that’s a plus.
  • Victoria’s Secret Endless Love – I actually adore this scent.  It smells absolutely enchanting right out of the bottle.  But for some reason, it just doesn’t smell good on me.  So I have to give it a pass.
  • Vince Camuto Capri – I really liked this one.  It was calming and lasted most of the day.  It described itself as a “cool breeze off the Mediterranean Sea”, and I felt like I could visualize that when I smelled it.
  • Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb – I actually liked everything about this one.
  • Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium

Psychobrat’s Attention Issues

Psychobrat, as you all know, has anger issues.  But, as I discussed with Cort earlier tonight, I don’t feel that it’s so much anger issues as it is attention issues.  Psychobrat can’t act, and it’s nearly always obvious when she’s faking something.

So when she gets “angry”, there is always much yelling and cursing, and often much crying, as well.  She will hit things or Brother as the urge arises, and slam doors, and do everything she can to be sure people notice.  It goes on until I wonder if she even cares anything at all about the anger-inducing stimulant, or if she only cares about the attention.

Today she was sitting at the computer while I was in my room changing for work.  I heard her start making noises, and then the pounding sound as she lifted the keyboard and smacked it against the desk several times.  She then did this with the mouse.

Milo once told me about a time that she did this while I wasn’t around, and how much he thought she looked like an ape as she did.  So, not being within eyesight, I pictured a big hairy chimp, banging the keyboard around and screeching, “YOU F—ING MACHINE!”

I moved into the kitchen to look for a snack.  She headed out the back door.  I didn’t know or care what she could possibly be doing out there, until I heard the pounding, which meant she was kicking the porch.

As I was checking the fridge, she walked briskly and purposefully back into the house, into the kitchen, past me, and out to the garage, where she grabbed one of those flat-head broom things, and headed out the back door once again.

I had no idea what was about to happen here, so of course I had to find out.  I looked out the back door and saw her hitting the tree continuously with the broom.  Um…okay?

I wasted no time.  I grabbed my phone and started snapping pictures.  At one point, I yelled, “Smile!”

She appeared to be trying not to laugh.  Angry…right.  As I said to Cort before, even if she had originally been angry enough to whack a tree with a broom, it had worn off.  This wasn’t instinct.  She had had plenty of time in there to cool off, between, “Grr, I’m pissed,” and, “Hey, why don’t I get a funky-looking broom out of the garage so I can hit this tree?”, and then the walk to the garage and back.  That’s not anger; that’s “Watch me make a spectacle of myself.”

Well, I am practically asleep now; I’m typing with my eyes shut.  I’ll post this and then get to bed.

Waiting For Class

Just chilling in the school library now until about 2.  Several of the keys on this board don’t work; it’s getting obnoxious.  There, like the ‘b’, and the spacebar.  Blah.

For some reason they have hired a new supervisor at work.  They won’t let Brian come back until June, but they felt the need to have more supervisors.  Hm.  Well, the guy’s nice enough.  His name is Daniel (another one!) and he’s French, but he’s been in the States for 30 years now.

Steve (Cort’s cousin Steve) is convinced that Brian now likes me.  I think he might; he isn’t my type, though.  But it is cool to have him stand there and talk to me for an hour (during which I have perhaps five customers).  Everybody else goes to play cards out in the front.  They suck.

For some reason, all these people just suddenly flooded the library.  Weird.

Have not bought any textbooks yet (cannot yet afford any), but, unfortunately, need all of them.  And still have not paid that last parking ticket.  Will take care of that with the tiny paycheck that arrives this weekend.  Not sure what to do about the books.  Am wondering why I have suddenly decided to type all of my sentences with no subject.  Assumes proper form, and continues.

But anyway, I think I’m going to sell my trumpet.  It’s sad, I know, but at least if I sell it, then I can get a keyboard, and if I can only have one or the other, it makes sense to have the one I actually still use.  It’ll give me more money, which is what I need.  I’ll buy that keyboard my parents found and then open a savings account with the rest (provided I can sell it for anywhere near the price for which we bought it).

Wonder how many stupid things I could sell on eBay….

Okay, I’m done for now; I can’t type in public areas; it always feels like people are looking over my shoulders.  I’ll update tonight.

Ch-Ch-Changes

Got my contacts this morning.  I’ll get used to them in a few days, I’m told, but today it was weird.  Like…I could see them when I looked in certain directions.

Work was…um…boring.  I think I had maybe fifteen people come through my line all night, not counting co-workers.  They were pretty much all people I recognized, too.  This one tall blonde guy named Grant…?  Maybe Graham.  I’ll figure it out.  I didn’t want to ask him again to repeat himself.  (My fault, not his—he spoke clearly enough; I just have bad hearing, as well we know.)  He was like, “Where are your glasses?  Where’s your partner!?”  (At which point I bowed my head in a moment of silence for my absent Tinny.)

“Got contacts, and she’s gone,” I replied.  “It’s going to be a pretty boring summer.”

“Well, at least I’m here,” he said, and smiled.  I can’t remember if this guy ever smiled before.  I never noticed the guy was hot before.  At least there are still hot guys left.

There’s this other hot guy who came in earlier who suddenly has an identical twin.  (At least, I never noticed the twin before—he may have always been there; I may never know.)  But the one guy came up for eight pieces of fish.  Eight.

Bob and I watched the news at dinner, which was half an hour earlier than usual, and will be every night.  And I’ll be working Monday through Friday for a while, instead of Sunday through Thursday.

I found everything at all out of the ordinary (“the ordinary” being standing in the heat, waiting for customers to walk by) fascinating tonight.  Sometimes things really are so mundane that you have to occupy your mind by talking to the annoying dishwasher whom Tinny believes likes you.  I jumped at any opportunity to talk to anyone.  I stared people down with my eyes until they came to my line.  Anyone.  It didn’t matter who they were.

The coughing is so bad now, I feel like my lungs are trying to jump out of my throat (or my throat’s trying to turn itself inside-out, one or the other).  My entire chest feels tender to the touch (that sounded kinda sexy but that’s not at all how I meant it).  Like, it feels all bruised—even on the outside—because I’ve been coughing so damned hard.  Oi…so does my neck.  And my shoulders.  Geez.  I did notice earlier that my shoulders stung to the touch, but I didn’t realize why until just now.  And then for some reason, I’ve gone to bed nauseous the past two nights.

Went to my World Religions class with Katie today…seems…well, our teacher is pretty flighty.  We share our class with Rain Man.  (There’ll be stories later.  I’m not up to it at the moment.)

Well…I think that’s it, really.  I guess I’ll go to bed now.

…At least I feel like I’m getting a workout from all this coughing.  Maybe it will give me abs.

“Do you believe in Moses?”: Fun Arguments As Usual In The Jones House

An interesting argument ensued in my house this morning between my father and me, when Psychobrat was going on about Amityville Horror and how she can’t sleep at night anymore, and the entire family went to the computer to look at pictures of the real house, read aloud something about a priest visiting the house and saying that the third floor was the worst part, and I mistakenly said something (but what?—I can’t remember precisely what my comment was) about how I don’t believe there are quite so many exorcisms being performed by priests as some would have you believe.

Not that exorcisms are something you hear about on the news every day.  What I meant was that I don’t feel that every case of divine intervention necessarily involves a Catholic priest (or that if it does, there’s quite a bit of hoaxing going on, as well).  Come on, I’m supposed to believe that God only works through Catholics?  And only the priests, at that?  That, just because a man is a Catholic priest, he can suddenly sense evil spirits wherever they may lurk?

I stated as much, pointing out that supposedly God works through plain old ordinary people quite often—people you just wouldn’t expect to see great things coming from.  (Jesus was a carpenter.  His mother was the wife of one.  Noah was no Prince of Egypt, although Moses was, but only in name.)

Somehow this led my dad to ask me questions like, “So you don’t believe there is evil in the world?”

Did I ever say that I don’t believe that there’s evil in the world?  How anyone could live in this world and not believe in the existence of evil is beyond me.

“And you do believe in Moses?” he went on.  And, “Why do you even believe in religion at all if you have thoughts like this?”

I said, “All I said is that I don’t believe God always chooses to work through Catholic priests!” and as he was partially distracted anyway, the conversation sort of died right there.

The truth is, maybe I don’t believe in religion anymore.  Or God.  I don’t know.  I just keep asking myself questions.  And to me it seems suspicious that religious people, like my family, are quick to get offended when you question things about religion.  I can’t ask an innocent question without you freaking out?  It seems like you have something to hide, like maybe deep down you don’t even believe in the religion and are afraid that if I won’t believe in it with you then it will be exposed as a fraud.  Because seriously, if “God works through more people than just Catholic priests” causes you to freak out and wonder whether I think Moses was real…it seems you’re hiding something.

But then I feel blasphemous and afraid for having these thoughts.  Like I’ve been brainwashed all my life not to question my own beliefs for fear of what could happen if I allow my mind to wander too much.

Anyway.  Cort and I got our apartment in Orlando.  Of course, I still have not heard from UCF, so god only knows if I’ll be moving into the place.

I’m not feeling too well at the moment, so I’m going to end this right here and just wait for the laundry to be done so I can go to bed.