italian blighters
I just had the worst dream where I'm sure there is no way i actually recharged in any sort of way because that was in no way restful sleep.
I'm in Italy, my tour bus leaves me because a bunch of italian people decide to make a human background for a flag with me standing in the front as a picture, the people are famous. I forget who some of them are but one of them is the guy that plays Dr. Cox on Scrubs and I ask to borrow his phone and he lets me and i dial home - except htat hes already dialed for me, called my home. Did I give him the number? NO. But Idon't want to talk to home I want to call Chelsea on the tour bus (why the hell didn't someone say "oh hey by the way, you're missing Caitlyn?!") but I go to call my own cell, not chelsea's, since they are both on the bus and im sure of my own number more than i am of chelseas. i call it. the caller id on dr cox's phone says "caitl". How do you know my number? I ask. We never got that resolved. So i keep trying to call, weird italian things happen with the phone and i cant get through. now im sitting in an old fashioned schoolchild's desk at the side of a busy road trying to call home. i almost cause an accident when a guy almost runs into me; though now i think about it he was going the wrong way then the other cars were on the same side of the road. i was scared of the police because earlier that day i had met an italian girl about my age and we ended up talking for an hour or so. she sold me a woman's weapon which is a type of shiv but we tourists weren't supposed to buy them, and it looked an awful lot like my dog Amber's metal brush. She said don't put it in your pockets so i slid it along the hipband of my jeans, like a belt on the inside. i passed a checkpoint for "whats in your pockets" and the guard has a book that showed a famous case a couple years ago where they searched this german guy so bad that they gouged and cut him a bunch of times; but these people barely felt along my arms and then let me go. the shiv was in my jeans still. after i almost caused the traffic accident i walked up a very steep driveway that looked the way my grandparent's driveway in ohio would look if it were a street in seattle. a girl walked out and started yelling at a guy getting out of the car and i tell her "stop that, hes in a wheelchair" but she doesnt care and i think she would have killed him except that my dream self was near hysterics and i completely miss or dont care that this girl is incredibly dangerous, i walk up to her to get her help. there is nothing more heartbreaking at times than a lost woman, dressed for a day on the town but with hot tears on her face, walking up to you holding out a phone and trying to keep from crying more and tearfully almost-shouting "will you call America for me?" ending in a squeak of a 'me'.
in other news, i am going shopping for dorm stuff today with Renee! that girl is gold now, im so happy things have worked out. we'll go to linens and things for some sheets and such and cute dorm paraphenalia, and i believe we should hit up kohls because i recently found long-lost kohls gift cards that i should put to some use. boscovs is having a major college sale so i think we should cehck out there as well!
I had work yesterday and it was sooooo.oooo.ooo.ooo.oo.o.o.o.o.o.o slow. I decided to get to know my store better.
I have now read every 'Pop Goes the Culture', 'Shoebox', and 'Fresh Ink' card that we carry. Oh yes, I am going to learn my collections.
Chels straightened my hair for me last night for the first time since i cut it and I got angry. I don't know why I get angry every time I straighten hair but its like that one thing in HP7 with the badness causing anger...ness vagueness... I like my hair better curly when its short like this.
I'm in Italy, my tour bus leaves me because a bunch of italian people decide to make a human background for a flag with me standing in the front as a picture, the people are famous. I forget who some of them are but one of them is the guy that plays Dr. Cox on Scrubs and I ask to borrow his phone and he lets me and i dial home - except htat hes already dialed for me, called my home. Did I give him the number? NO. But Idon't want to talk to home I want to call Chelsea on the tour bus (why the hell didn't someone say "oh hey by the way, you're missing Caitlyn?!") but I go to call my own cell, not chelsea's, since they are both on the bus and im sure of my own number more than i am of chelseas. i call it. the caller id on dr cox's phone says "caitl". How do you know my number? I ask. We never got that resolved. So i keep trying to call, weird italian things happen with the phone and i cant get through. now im sitting in an old fashioned schoolchild's desk at the side of a busy road trying to call home. i almost cause an accident when a guy almost runs into me; though now i think about it he was going the wrong way then the other cars were on the same side of the road. i was scared of the police because earlier that day i had met an italian girl about my age and we ended up talking for an hour or so. she sold me a woman's weapon which is a type of shiv but we tourists weren't supposed to buy them, and it looked an awful lot like my dog Amber's metal brush. She said don't put it in your pockets so i slid it along the hipband of my jeans, like a belt on the inside. i passed a checkpoint for "whats in your pockets" and the guard has a book that showed a famous case a couple years ago where they searched this german guy so bad that they gouged and cut him a bunch of times; but these people barely felt along my arms and then let me go. the shiv was in my jeans still. after i almost caused the traffic accident i walked up a very steep driveway that looked the way my grandparent's driveway in ohio would look if it were a street in seattle. a girl walked out and started yelling at a guy getting out of the car and i tell her "stop that, hes in a wheelchair" but she doesnt care and i think she would have killed him except that my dream self was near hysterics and i completely miss or dont care that this girl is incredibly dangerous, i walk up to her to get her help. there is nothing more heartbreaking at times than a lost woman, dressed for a day on the town but with hot tears on her face, walking up to you holding out a phone and trying to keep from crying more and tearfully almost-shouting "will you call America for me?" ending in a squeak of a 'me'.
in other news, i am going shopping for dorm stuff today with Renee! that girl is gold now, im so happy things have worked out. we'll go to linens and things for some sheets and such and cute dorm paraphenalia, and i believe we should hit up kohls because i recently found long-lost kohls gift cards that i should put to some use. boscovs is having a major college sale so i think we should cehck out there as well!
I had work yesterday and it was sooooo.oooo.ooo.ooo.oo.o.o.o.o.o.o slow. I decided to get to know my store better.
I have now read every 'Pop Goes the Culture', 'Shoebox', and 'Fresh Ink' card that we carry. Oh yes, I am going to learn my collections.
Chels straightened my hair for me last night for the first time since i cut it and I got angry. I don't know why I get angry every time I straighten hair but its like that one thing in HP7 with the badness causing anger...ness vagueness... I like my hair better curly when its short like this.