More things:
1. Ashley just rubbed cheap blue hair dye all over her hair.
2. I probably totally bombed my geology test, because it was three pages, and I didn't understand any of the silly questions.
3. It's a really nice day outside - although windy - it might be just a wee bit too hot, but it's pretty nice. I could run around in shorts if I were so inclined!
4. We talked about different ways to calculate cost of goods sold in accounting today, and I was inspired to write a poem, which I did right then and there, against my better judgment - I SHOULD have been paying attention. Heh.
5. I know, I know - I really need a twelve step program, but I took 2 tests today - one was the driving style one: it said I was a nervous driver, and I am cautious and don't take risks. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!! Those of you who have been in the car with me know better. Those who don't...well, trust me. The other one was the tarot card test - I got "strength."
6. Camron is making fun of my Glamour magazine. But that is okay. I make fun of it, too.
7. I REALLY need to clean my room. Or finish, rather. It's just awful - everything that is out of place I threw on the floor. So it's even worse than when it was messy. But, in due time, it will be lovely...yes, lovely.
8.
pt is leaving for an extended worldwide vacation tomorrow (well, today in Australia). Everyone should wish him well!
9. I got called "Mandy" today. Nobody ever calls me that. "Manders," maybe. But never "Mandy."
10. Camron was just complaining about a test he has tonight, and Chris said, "Well, I have a test tomorrow!"
Camron: "In what?!"
Chris: "Spanish."
Camron: (squinting and making a weird face) "Me nose-o es big-o!"
Chris: "Yeah, that's how you do it. Why study when I have you?" (makes weird face and talks in a high squeaky voice) "Me nose-o es big-o and I'm a fucking homo!"
*Note: this might be funny if you were well-versed on accounting terminology. Otherwise, you are going to think I am really, really stupid.*
Stepped into a world
of bright fluorescent lights
and grubby tile floors
and employees with fake smiles
and beady eyes.
Seeking nourishment,
I stumbled with purpose
toward the refrigerated section.
The dairy prize I sought
lay dormant behind the
slightly fogged glass door.
I flung open the
handle and made a blind grab
for the first container
of the sweet
white liquid which coats my breakfast cereal ---
and then I stopped.
Set my gaze upon
the printed numbers on the label -
the label with the joyful cow -
and I compared the numbers
(which ensure freshness)
to another set of numbers on another container.
And I selected the freshest
available.
Watching in an office
staring incredulously at a closed-circuit television
monitering my freshness selection -
the store accountant
curses my action.
"Damn you! Damn you, stupid teenager!
You have thrown my
FIFO accounting system!!"
I revel in the upset of
corporate practice.
3.7.02
Impressive, isn't it?