hmmm
okay, so i'm hyper and no one's here to entertain me and i'm stalling on going and doing *work* (no radio outside, damnit!) so i'll stall in front of ye olde LJ.
firstly, KUAU update:
radio stations are evil. they gave MY trip to go see kieth play at the ACM awards to some old person in some dinky little town. now what the hell is a 40 something going to do with front stage tix to the acms and various invitations to all the pre and after parties?!?!
yeah, shuddup, so what if there's better odds they'd do more with the above than i would. and so what if they're old enough to steal keith from nicole! Shuddupshuddupshuddupshuddup.
::sigh:: and this would be why i have sawyer muse. it would also be why i bought myself two keith dvd's and a rascal flatts cd today while i was out looking for ali's bday prezzie. 0=c> (i apparently have only four RF cds, so i think i'm missing some, but i think i'm now tied RF for KU, which is odd because i hardly ever listen to RF on purpose... love them, but they're not an obsession point. :::shrug:: )
secondly, ali's brithday update:
her prezzie is bought and paid for finally... 5 days late, but whatever, the party is this sunday so i'm on time.
and just because i know she's going to read this anyway, ali, i bought you the spice girls cd like you asked.
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...
...
okay, no i didn't.
i lie.
but you cheat since i told you not to read this anyway, so HA! NEENER!!!
mother's day update:
i found the cutest lil dude!!! it's this funny look critter, tripod with a horn nose and ears, looks like he stepped off of seasame street ::snicker:: and you hook him up to your ipod and he dances to the music, flashes lights and wiggles his ears at you!! haven't seen him work but i hope it works as advertised. that'd be a good way to cheer a person up while chugging thru evil books.
either that or drive them happily insane, either way, it's an improvement over bored/exhausted to tears, right?
WORK!!!
uhmmmm so yeah i have a temp job starting from yesterday until next friday. it's at a local law office and is totally cool. just not actually cool, since they never turn the air conditioner on and it's 90 degrees outside. i'm supposed to be answering phones and doing filing, but the way it works out, there's no phone where i'm doing the filing, so most of the time, the paralegal people get the phones before i do (which works out anyway, because mostly people have questions they want answered and don't like it when i try to pass the buck... go fig. they pay their lawyer 250 freakin bucks for an hours consultation, i'd be pissed if i lost that much too.) and i got all my work done for the day by noon ::snort:: either they lie or they're really easily impressed. yesterday they had to tell me to slow down (direct quote: "go sit down, take a break... surf the internet like jeanette normally does...") or i'd run out of work, so i slowed down. today, i actually ran out of work ::sigh:: so i left at noon instead of 4pm like their regular hours are. if that's the norm, i'd looooove to have jeanette's job!!! it's easy and not work at all ::snort:: just filing. and no, i didn't surf the net per the offer.
aussieland dreaming stuff... uhmmm oh all my work compiled, even got some stuff in the mail, and mom says maybe sometime next week she'll look thru it and i might be able to talk her in to seeing my way on it. doubtful. i realized yesterday that my timing sucks...
1) it's still tax season for her so she's on edge and exhausted --didn't come home till 12:30 last night then was gone by 8 again....---
2) it's only been 6 weeks since gramma died and mom's still not kosher with that since we're still surrounded by all gramma's stuff.
3) mom's been dad's grounding line because of the gramma stuff and i've pretty much been hers.
4) mom's opinion of australia is that it is the allergy and asthma capital of the world and will surely kill me. which, according to stuff i've seen online, isn't entirely unaccurate, but there's apparently some good awareness over there about the stuff so i think it'd be okay.
so add all that together with my sudden declaration of "i wanna go to australia!" and on top of everything else it's like i'm suddenly doing the same thing gramma did with her moving to arizona trip. which, yeah, maybe i am i guess. something bad happened for gramma and she had to run away for a change of scenery far away from the people who caused the bad happenings. only for me, it's something bad happens and my only way out of the depression it caused is making reality out of this dream of seeing this one particular other country. wow, introspection on gramma... if i had a shrink, they'd toss in the notion that this aussie kick i'm on is a healing experience. ::shrug:: whatever, gramma's still alive and well and puttering around down in arizona. screw the shrink.
the difference is, i'm not marking all the stuff in my room with little pieces of tape that say "when i die, this goes to ali, this goes to sandra, this goes to maggie, this goes to chris..." and i'm planning on coming back two years from when i leave, at least one degree and a shit load of life experience wiser.
and uhmmmm i think that's all i know. i've wasted a half hour, i suppose that's enough. my dratted stupid uncle is MAYBE coming up this weekend to look thru/collect his boxes of gramma's stuff. he's supposed to be down on saturday, so we had to move ali's birthday party to sunday. but he hasn't bothered to confirm that yes indeed they'll be up, nor has he mentioned if he's going to be staying the night or just grabbing boxes and running like hell. if the world is kind, he'll grab the boxes and run. i'm pissed at him for his laxidaisical, opinionated and worthless outlook on life over the past 8 years or so. used to be my favorite uncle, now he's one notch above the one who "accidentally" shot my aunt in the foot when they were kids and two notches above the one who threw knives at my mom (that one swears it was an accident too. ::snort:: ). so we shall see if he leaves saturday or if his head explodes from my subtle glaring.
oops. ranted. ::sheepish grin::
::runs off to clean garage of yard-sale stuff::
::sigh::
::grabs cd player and new rascal flatts cd on the way out::
oh! maggie! sorry, but, ehhh i like "me and my gang"... it's a bit of a "oh you COPY-CATTING COAT-TAILERS!" but completely rascal flatts-ey. and head-bobbable. and fun.
okayokay i'm leaving now!
TTFN
von
firstly, KUAU update:
radio stations are evil. they gave MY trip to go see kieth play at the ACM awards to some old person in some dinky little town. now what the hell is a 40 something going to do with front stage tix to the acms and various invitations to all the pre and after parties?!?!
yeah, shuddup, so what if there's better odds they'd do more with the above than i would. and so what if they're old enough to steal keith from nicole! Shuddupshuddupshuddupshuddup.
::sigh:: and this would be why i have sawyer muse. it would also be why i bought myself two keith dvd's and a rascal flatts cd today while i was out looking for ali's bday prezzie. 0=c> (i apparently have only four RF cds, so i think i'm missing some, but i think i'm now tied RF for KU, which is odd because i hardly ever listen to RF on purpose... love them, but they're not an obsession point. :::shrug:: )
secondly, ali's brithday update:
her prezzie is bought and paid for finally... 5 days late, but whatever, the party is this sunday so i'm on time.
and just because i know she's going to read this anyway, ali, i bought you the spice girls cd like you asked.
...
...
...
okay, no i didn't.
i lie.
but you cheat since i told you not to read this anyway, so HA! NEENER!!!
mother's day update:
i found the cutest lil dude!!! it's this funny look critter, tripod with a horn nose and ears, looks like he stepped off of seasame street ::snicker:: and you hook him up to your ipod and he dances to the music, flashes lights and wiggles his ears at you!! haven't seen him work but i hope it works as advertised. that'd be a good way to cheer a person up while chugging thru evil books.
either that or drive them happily insane, either way, it's an improvement over bored/exhausted to tears, right?
WORK!!!
uhmmmm so yeah i have a temp job starting from yesterday until next friday. it's at a local law office and is totally cool. just not actually cool, since they never turn the air conditioner on and it's 90 degrees outside. i'm supposed to be answering phones and doing filing, but the way it works out, there's no phone where i'm doing the filing, so most of the time, the paralegal people get the phones before i do (which works out anyway, because mostly people have questions they want answered and don't like it when i try to pass the buck... go fig. they pay their lawyer 250 freakin bucks for an hours consultation, i'd be pissed if i lost that much too.) and i got all my work done for the day by noon ::snort:: either they lie or they're really easily impressed. yesterday they had to tell me to slow down (direct quote: "go sit down, take a break... surf the internet like jeanette normally does...") or i'd run out of work, so i slowed down. today, i actually ran out of work ::sigh:: so i left at noon instead of 4pm like their regular hours are. if that's the norm, i'd looooove to have jeanette's job!!! it's easy and not work at all ::snort:: just filing. and no, i didn't surf the net per the offer.
aussieland dreaming stuff... uhmmm oh all my work compiled, even got some stuff in the mail, and mom says maybe sometime next week she'll look thru it and i might be able to talk her in to seeing my way on it. doubtful. i realized yesterday that my timing sucks...
1) it's still tax season for her so she's on edge and exhausted --didn't come home till 12:30 last night then was gone by 8 again....---
2) it's only been 6 weeks since gramma died and mom's still not kosher with that since we're still surrounded by all gramma's stuff.
3) mom's been dad's grounding line because of the gramma stuff and i've pretty much been hers.
4) mom's opinion of australia is that it is the allergy and asthma capital of the world and will surely kill me. which, according to stuff i've seen online, isn't entirely unaccurate, but there's apparently some good awareness over there about the stuff so i think it'd be okay.
so add all that together with my sudden declaration of "i wanna go to australia!" and on top of everything else it's like i'm suddenly doing the same thing gramma did with her moving to arizona trip. which, yeah, maybe i am i guess. something bad happened for gramma and she had to run away for a change of scenery far away from the people who caused the bad happenings. only for me, it's something bad happens and my only way out of the depression it caused is making reality out of this dream of seeing this one particular other country. wow, introspection on gramma... if i had a shrink, they'd toss in the notion that this aussie kick i'm on is a healing experience. ::shrug:: whatever, gramma's still alive and well and puttering around down in arizona. screw the shrink.
the difference is, i'm not marking all the stuff in my room with little pieces of tape that say "when i die, this goes to ali, this goes to sandra, this goes to maggie, this goes to chris..." and i'm planning on coming back two years from when i leave, at least one degree and a shit load of life experience wiser.
and uhmmmm i think that's all i know. i've wasted a half hour, i suppose that's enough. my dratted stupid uncle is MAYBE coming up this weekend to look thru/collect his boxes of gramma's stuff. he's supposed to be down on saturday, so we had to move ali's birthday party to sunday. but he hasn't bothered to confirm that yes indeed they'll be up, nor has he mentioned if he's going to be staying the night or just grabbing boxes and running like hell. if the world is kind, he'll grab the boxes and run. i'm pissed at him for his laxidaisical, opinionated and worthless outlook on life over the past 8 years or so. used to be my favorite uncle, now he's one notch above the one who "accidentally" shot my aunt in the foot when they were kids and two notches above the one who threw knives at my mom (that one swears it was an accident too. ::snort:: ). so we shall see if he leaves saturday or if his head explodes from my subtle glaring.
oops. ranted. ::sheepish grin::
::runs off to clean garage of yard-sale stuff::
::sigh::
::grabs cd player and new rascal flatts cd on the way out::
oh! maggie! sorry, but, ehhh i like "me and my gang"... it's a bit of a "oh you COPY-CATTING COAT-TAILERS!" but completely rascal flatts-ey. and head-bobbable. and fun.
okayokay i'm leaving now!
TTFN
von