26.9.06
Attention Justice League. I have three personal days left for my year. I am interested in taking a vacation somewhere.
Restrictions:
Cost- $300 or less would be ideal but I know I am coming from Beaumont and may have to fork out some extra. Top limit $400.
Location-
1. Continental United States unless the place is extremely cool. My passport is in Denver and I don't really want to go through the trouble to have it mailed. However, it can happen.
2. Some place that isn't going to be freezing cold. I packed my clothes for Gulf temperature and just have a light jacket and one hoodie.
I am open for locations in Texas. I can rent a car from Beaumont and meet you all somewhere. I have an aunt in San Antonio with a big house and extra bedrooms.
I'm just throwing this info out there incase any one is up for an adventure. If not I'm still going to take my days off cause I'd rather sit at home by myself than go to work. I'll still be home in 7 weeks and 2 days!
I live in Port Arthur, Texas and work in Beaumont for Habitat for Humanity.
I live in a converted nursing home where they like to spread the joy of Jesus.
Families of incarcerated individuals in local prisons stay here on the weekend for free (or cheap donation).
My room smells AWFUL and I don't know how I'm going to stand living in it. The stench is thanks to two teammates, who shall remain nameless but it's not me or Liz. I bought two air fresheners, keep the door open at all times, and have a box fan going. Suggestions?
My job was really bad today but I'm going to give it at least a week chance. I just feel stupid being on a construction site.
I just may need Jesus to make it through this round.
7.9.06
The highlight of my Chicago trip: going through new security measures for carry-on luggage, courtesy of the TSA.
Allowed: Cigar cutters (since smoking is prohibited, I'm assuming they're to be used for onboard circumcisions) Corkscrews (jab 64-year-old woman doused with Chanel in the carotid) Knitting needles (makeshift Chinese bamboo torture, Guantanamo-style) Personal lubricants, 4 oz. max (insert Mile-High Club joke here)
Thou shalt not pass: Four sample packets of Kiehl's Pineapple Papaya Scrub, individually sealed and factory labeled
Today at lunch one of my co-workers was talking about a CD she burned: some My Chemical Romance, All-American Rejects, AFI, that sort of thing. And, incongruously, some classical music. “I put Ave Maria by Bach on it, too,” she says. “I think Schubert did Ave Maria,” I say. “Well,” she says, “I’m sure more than one person has done it.”
Excuse me?
Are you implying that Bach, who died 47 years before Schubert was born (thanks, Wikipedia), recorded a cover of Ave Maria? That the Bach remix of Ave Maria was just floating around the drawing rooms and music chambers of Europe? Honestly? For real?
But it gets better.
If you know her, you know that no one says stupider things than my roommate’s girlfriend, Kayla. She was talking about Steve Irwin’s death today. “Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it sad?” She disagreed. “I think it’s pretty funny that someone who spent their who life hunting down and killing alligators got killed by…well…by an animal, anyway.” Let that sink in for a minute.
I’ll wait.
I mean, the man was a total educator/conservationist. I’m not even going to sit here and argue that because it doesn’t need to be argued. It’s common fucking knowledge. Also, crocodiles. Duh.
She went on to make some pithy comments about it being equally funny that the video of him dying is on the national news. First, that’s not funny. Second, it is not. “Well, we watched it on the Internet at work!” Just because some asshole in the Australian police leaked the video doesn’t mean it’s on the news. I’ve seen R. Kelly peeing on some girl, but the clip sure as hell wasn’t introduced by Tom fucking Brokaw. I just had to quit listening to her at this point. Game over, man.
3.9.06 Say hello to Patrick, the hottest guy in NCCC Class XII Central Region. Ideally I'd like to have a pic of him without sunglasses and smiling but stalkers can't be choosers. The green shirt also means he is off limits to me.
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