Wheeeeeeeeeeee ... and wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Hi !!!! I'm in a really good mood right now! Hooooray! I guess maybe I shouldn't be so expressive about how fantastic I feel considering that other persons maybe don't feel quite as ecstatic as myself, but hey, if that's the case, just stop reading lol. Oh and it isn't like I don't have plenty to be unhappy and or stressed about either, lol. Like chem .. wha? thas still going on? huh, the lab supervisor sent us to the wrong people for our appeal so that we basically have to start over, and we didn't find out till the summer aka only I found out so I'm kinda taking the whole thing on myself over the summer? Yippppeeeee! And my grades blew chunks, blah blah, I could go on and regale you all with various depressing anecdotes, like being unable to ever eat strawberries again or old women coming on to me ect ect, but where would that leave me, I ask you? Precisely, that would place me squarely on Tuesday, and today is Wednesday (for the moment anyway). Okay, so like, I'm essentially in a perpetually good mood (seriously you can check my live journal mood things, I never lie - promise ;) ) all the time, but right now I'm in a supremely good mood. Why? Well, nothing special really happened, well, at least nothing out of the ordinary in and of itself. But all together the statistical probability of today happening begins to take a serious dip. So here we go! A basic summary of today seems entirely in order, and to be quite honest, that's what you're going to get regardless of whether that really is in order or not, I mean, this is MY live journal after all. But I digress (giggle) , onward to my day.
Okay, so I woke up and it was like some kind of horrid pre-noon hour, which quite frankly God must have only created for the purpose of sneak attacks or the time to sleep after staying up all night. In anycase, I'm awake and non to pleased about either that fact, or the accompanying notion that the reason I'm up is to go to work. I know I know, I'm going to work at happy face land so how on earth can I justify a lack of vigor concerning the days agenda? Well I ask you, just how the devil am I supposed to feel at 9am when I'm not even wearing any pants? Huh? Riddle me that! Well, actually I prefer to not wear pants, but that's a whole other story ... :) Moving along though, I get myself to work on time-ish with the lofty ideal of greed i.e. my intense need for money powering me, weighed down by pants though I was. So I get to work and find that I'm scheduled to work at the fastlane, my absolutely most favorite place to work. Sure, I usually get to work there as I'm one of the few who enjoy dealing with the plebians intrinsic ability to fail while operating machines idiot proofed by six year olds (true story), but I still don't always get to work there. So that was good. Of course I find out that I am to be relieved of my beloved post at 3pm (my shift is 9:30am to 6:30pm) , but that's okay 'cause it's by one Stephanie, my friend who just had some sort of surgery on her shoulder, and who just so happens to have been the girl kind enough to accompany me to my senior prom. It doesn't hurt that's she's very pretty either, lol. So the day starts off well. Oh, and it was interesting too, because throughout the day people kept asking me what happened to my eye (my right one) 'cause it was apparently like all bloody or something. Yeah, so I guess when I was throwing up on Sunday from the strawberry smoothie fiasco, it was so violent or forcefull or whatever that I ruptured blood vessels in my eye, go fig right? Well in anycase, I'm slacking away at the fastlane and desperately trying to stave of collapse from fatigue and starvation. I make it to my lunch break, and a co-worker of mine takes his at the same time so we went out to Denny's for lunch. Which was nice as it was in the Wal-Mart parking lot ... awww riiight. So we go and sit down and junk and we're looking at the menu and we order and stuff. Now, the guy I'm eating with, he's a bit of a ham, kinda like me but in a more overly macho kind of way. So what would you guess our server's name is? Well naturally its Butch, like as in "Butch". No I'm not even kidding. So they ask us for drinks and I just look at the guy and say "give me your most caffeinated beverage that isn't coffee," to which he responds with "well, that'll be coke" "a coke then!" "make it two!" -that's from John, my friend that I'm here with. For a bit of a view into John's character, I shall give a brief aside here. Just prior to taking our lunch John (who's 21) would come over to where I work and we'd chat about how soft the human race has become and how we should just go hunt our food with spears and stuff. It was a much better conversation than that, with people exploding out of bushes and trees pouncing on deer and whatnot, but you get the idea. So anyway, they bring us our cokes, and I don't even remember how but I somehow work in comments like "Good man John, that's a bold choice right there!" which apparently pleased Butch our server, I dunno. In anycase, we order our food, basic potato toast bacon sausage and eggs for me, and a bacon burger thing for John. So after a while Butch comes over with food, and starts setting it down, saying stuff like "Here you are, extra onions cheese and pepper" for me and some other nonsense to John. So basically it wasn't even close to what we had ordered, and I like have this totally blank confused look on my face (which granted isn't saying much, but still) while John looks at this guy and says, "Uh, I actually had the burger, the uh bacon burger" , and what does Butch say? "The burger? Ha, yeah dude, you could probably convince me too!" oh and he was totally genuine too. So then he looks back at me and my face of befuddlment, and I'm like, "Uh, no dude, seriously, he ordered the burger" so Butch looks back at John who's like, hellooooo, with with his face and that's when Butch starts to question himself. Yeah, so he had given us some other peoples order, so like, I don't even know what planet this guy's from but he was being all smart alecky with us, cause he thought we were screwing with him. So, he takes the order to it's proper destination and we then get our actual order. A lot of good quality talk about skipping out on the meal, or finising real quick hiding the plates and declaring that we were ready to order from good ole Butch ensued. Well, we finish and go to pay, when we see to other guys getting up from the smoking section. Hey, how about that, it's two more co-workers, so we say hi and whatever, and then find out that it was their order that we received initially. Much teasing of what we did to their food before it got to them followed. So then John and I made the trek back across the Wal-Mart parking lot and go back into Wal-Mart as our lunch is over by now. Well, as I'm single, and shall we say still have my radar up and running at a sub-concious level, I notice a girl that looks about my age just leaving Wal-Mart, now her back is turned so I can't see her face but she's cute has nice length hair and probly what caught my eye the most, she's wearing a bright pink shirt (I LOVE THAT COLOUR!). So I as I'm noticing all this it suddenlly dawns on me that I recognize her. "Hey John, I think that's Tiffany, I'm gonna go say hi" as I crane my head out the entrance door. So John walks on and I go out to say hi to the very same Tiffany who I saw on like Monday or Saturday. So I go out and say hi, and what should happen but she greets me back with this big smile and then gives me a hug - what a sweetie!. So anyway, I'm pretty pleased, and I go back in to work. Back to the fastlane I go, untill about 3pm of course. That's when Stephanie comes in, but lo and behold she's not in work uniform. Very strange. Well, I guess she wasn't feeling up to working in general so she talked to one of the managers and got exscused for the day. So basically I got to have this nice chat with my another friend, and stayed at fastlane! Okay, so I continue to dutifully work at the lane of fastness when a couple of girls start trying to buy stuff at the fastlane. I say try 'cause, ehh, they were having issues. Like, when you scan electronic things, it tells you to press the item against the star that's on the same surface of the scanning glass (the glass the you slide the item over), and it even has a picture of said star on the touch screen so you know what the machine is talking about. So these two girls proceed to take like, disposable cameras I think, and mash them against the touch screen image of the star futilely attempting to accomplish who knows what. Now, this phenomenon is actually shared by many, and ordinarily I just let the masses wallow in their own ignorance. But these were a couple of highschool girls and one of them was kinda dolled up (also in pink actually) like you'd see if a girl was going out to a party. So I deemed them worthy of my especial attention. See, if I'm in the right mood (and I know this is perverse), I really get a kick out of telling the customer who's having problems exactly what to do, in basically the same way the machine told them to, in a sort of subtle way of screaming "YOU'RE A MORON". So I saunter over and make the girls that the star they're supposed to be passing the cameras over is by the scanning glass thing. Lol, well they crack up laughing, and the non-dolled up one remarks that "We are such idiots!", well I thought that was a capital stance to take so I was good natured with them rather than going in with my subtle "you're intelligence defies natural science, shouldn't you have died by now?" way, and was sympathetic saying that yeah, the star image is kinda crappy by now as it's had items passed over it like a bazillion times. So as I'm walking away Ms. Pretty gets like pissed about the stars not being pristine or something and starts to complain and make some sort of comments about Wal-Mart. Well if you think I'm going to stand by while some little pigmie barbie makes comments about the motherland, you're wrong. So I proceed to make choking/whoa whoa noises while I'm returning to my station. So her friends like "Hey, he can hear you, don't say stuff like that". Lol. So anyway they finish and are leaving, and I don't know what the heck possessed me to do this, but I wasn't through, lol, so as they're walking by, I stop them and ask if I heard correctly that they had some sort of problem with Wal-Mart. Well Pink just sorta stares at me and I clarify that I thought I heard them saying something like that, and she goes "Are you actually saying this?" and by now I'm like good grief let the girl alone so she can go get wasted or something so I tell her that no I definately just teasing her. Well, she's none to pleased with her ordeal so she stalks off with her friend in tow remarking that she's never coming to Minnesota again. What? She's not from MN? So I ask her, "Wait, you're not from here?" "No, I'm from Indiana?" - what!!?? , "No way! Where from?" "Indianapolis, why?" , "I go to school in Indiana" , "Really? Where?" "At Purdue" "What are you doing here?" "I live here". So apparently this girl lives in Indianapolis and she knows some dude that's gonna be a senior now at Purdue, and she goes to Purdue to party. Wow. What are the odds. Well, that was that, but I still had other customers using the fastlane to oversee. So I have this lady who's having a bit of trouble, not a big deal though, so to break tension I ask her how's she doing as I help her. Well, she says that she's doing awesome but that this machine was, .. and while she's searching for the right word I supply "less than awesome?" . Hmm, she wasn't quite satisfied with that though, even while I insisted that it worked, till finnally she came up with what she wanted. "The machine is being obstreperous!" .... "I'm sorry, could you say that again?" I mean, I consider myself to have a pretty uselessly large vocabulary, what with words like garralous, fustigate, or even ordinary old gratuitous, but "obstreperous"? What in all the moons of Pluto kind of made up word was this? But she stands by her word, convinced it exists, and goes on her merry way. So, being a nerd, this continues to stay on my mind untill I take my last break. Well, I mosy on by to our books area and russel me up some Webster. Well will wonders never cease - Obstreperous: adj Uncontrollably noisy or defiant. LOL, so I now have a new favorite word, I mean seriosly what kind of horrific monster of a word is that?! Obstreperous?! Absurderous! Well anyway, I was mighty pleased by this. But the weary must toil on as they say (do they? well I say it at least) so after my last break it was back to it for another two hours. So I'm working away when what should happen but someone is suddenly hugging me from behind!? Well I'm freed from this embrace to find myself starring at another of my very good friends who used to work here, so I waste no time in quickly returning myself to the confinement of hugging Jenny. Jenny is a pretty blond girl with just enough freckles but not too many. So we exchange our "IT's SO GOOD TO SEE YOU"'s but she's got to go eat or go to church or something, so she jets off. Well, there's not too much left of my shift, and I'm just chillin when who should come walking over but Nikki one of my old highschool friends whom I haven't seen in forever! More hugs ensued. I'm a jackal I know. Well we had a nice talk and then she went her way, and my shift was basically over, so after a bit I went home too. Got home, ate dinner and kinda just hung out till my mom and dad decided to go for a walk. So it's like dark out and stuff, and they leave for their walk, and I'm still in a funny mood, I dunno, but I decide that it would be a very good idea to stalk them. So I wait till they've gone a ways and then I follow them, stalking them outside barefoot. My dad must have sensed something 'cause he turned around a couple times, but hey, I'm a freak'n ninja. So I finnally crept up on 'em and then ran at them waving my arms and making weird noises. It was pretty fantastic 'cause I totally surprised them! My dad took a step back and turned reducing his profile and so a potential target while I dunno preparing for battle or something, and my mom just had no idea what was going on. It was classic. So after they realized it was me, my dad's like "why did you do that?" he wasn't mad I think but more just curious, and I'm like "I dunno, I'm in a weird mood" so my mom then called me "retardo" but she was smiling and then commented on my lack of footwear while telling me to watch for cars as I headed back home.
And that was today.
Quite a day it was. Hugs from three very good friends that I've known for years, strange and amusing happenings at Denny's, a very obstreperous random girl that parties at Purdue, and stalking my parents. :) :) :)
So yeah, uhm, till next time.
~The Laughing Monkey
Okay, so I woke up and it was like some kind of horrid pre-noon hour, which quite frankly God must have only created for the purpose of sneak attacks or the time to sleep after staying up all night. In anycase, I'm awake and non to pleased about either that fact, or the accompanying notion that the reason I'm up is to go to work. I know I know, I'm going to work at happy face land so how on earth can I justify a lack of vigor concerning the days agenda? Well I ask you, just how the devil am I supposed to feel at 9am when I'm not even wearing any pants? Huh? Riddle me that! Well, actually I prefer to not wear pants, but that's a whole other story ... :) Moving along though, I get myself to work on time-ish with the lofty ideal of greed i.e. my intense need for money powering me, weighed down by pants though I was. So I get to work and find that I'm scheduled to work at the fastlane, my absolutely most favorite place to work. Sure, I usually get to work there as I'm one of the few who enjoy dealing with the plebians intrinsic ability to fail while operating machines idiot proofed by six year olds (true story), but I still don't always get to work there. So that was good. Of course I find out that I am to be relieved of my beloved post at 3pm (my shift is 9:30am to 6:30pm) , but that's okay 'cause it's by one Stephanie, my friend who just had some sort of surgery on her shoulder, and who just so happens to have been the girl kind enough to accompany me to my senior prom. It doesn't hurt that's she's very pretty either, lol. So the day starts off well. Oh, and it was interesting too, because throughout the day people kept asking me what happened to my eye (my right one) 'cause it was apparently like all bloody or something. Yeah, so I guess when I was throwing up on Sunday from the strawberry smoothie fiasco, it was so violent or forcefull or whatever that I ruptured blood vessels in my eye, go fig right? Well in anycase, I'm slacking away at the fastlane and desperately trying to stave of collapse from fatigue and starvation. I make it to my lunch break, and a co-worker of mine takes his at the same time so we went out to Denny's for lunch. Which was nice as it was in the Wal-Mart parking lot ... awww riiight. So we go and sit down and junk and we're looking at the menu and we order and stuff. Now, the guy I'm eating with, he's a bit of a ham, kinda like me but in a more overly macho kind of way. So what would you guess our server's name is? Well naturally its Butch, like as in "Butch". No I'm not even kidding. So they ask us for drinks and I just look at the guy and say "give me your most caffeinated beverage that isn't coffee," to which he responds with "well, that'll be coke" "a coke then!" "make it two!" -that's from John, my friend that I'm here with. For a bit of a view into John's character, I shall give a brief aside here. Just prior to taking our lunch John (who's 21) would come over to where I work and we'd chat about how soft the human race has become and how we should just go hunt our food with spears and stuff. It was a much better conversation than that, with people exploding out of bushes and trees pouncing on deer and whatnot, but you get the idea. So anyway, they bring us our cokes, and I don't even remember how but I somehow work in comments like "Good man John, that's a bold choice right there!" which apparently pleased Butch our server, I dunno. In anycase, we order our food, basic potato toast bacon sausage and eggs for me, and a bacon burger thing for John. So after a while Butch comes over with food, and starts setting it down, saying stuff like "Here you are, extra onions cheese and pepper" for me and some other nonsense to John. So basically it wasn't even close to what we had ordered, and I like have this totally blank confused look on my face (which granted isn't saying much, but still) while John looks at this guy and says, "Uh, I actually had the burger, the uh bacon burger" , and what does Butch say? "The burger? Ha, yeah dude, you could probably convince me too!" oh and he was totally genuine too. So then he looks back at me and my face of befuddlment, and I'm like, "Uh, no dude, seriously, he ordered the burger" so Butch looks back at John who's like, hellooooo, with with his face and that's when Butch starts to question himself. Yeah, so he had given us some other peoples order, so like, I don't even know what planet this guy's from but he was being all smart alecky with us, cause he thought we were screwing with him. So, he takes the order to it's proper destination and we then get our actual order. A lot of good quality talk about skipping out on the meal, or finising real quick hiding the plates and declaring that we were ready to order from good ole Butch ensued. Well, we finish and go to pay, when we see to other guys getting up from the smoking section. Hey, how about that, it's two more co-workers, so we say hi and whatever, and then find out that it was their order that we received initially. Much teasing of what we did to their food before it got to them followed. So then John and I made the trek back across the Wal-Mart parking lot and go back into Wal-Mart as our lunch is over by now. Well, as I'm single, and shall we say still have my radar up and running at a sub-concious level, I notice a girl that looks about my age just leaving Wal-Mart, now her back is turned so I can't see her face but she's cute has nice length hair and probly what caught my eye the most, she's wearing a bright pink shirt (I LOVE THAT COLOUR!). So I as I'm noticing all this it suddenlly dawns on me that I recognize her. "Hey John, I think that's Tiffany, I'm gonna go say hi" as I crane my head out the entrance door. So John walks on and I go out to say hi to the very same Tiffany who I saw on like Monday or Saturday. So I go out and say hi, and what should happen but she greets me back with this big smile and then gives me a hug - what a sweetie!. So anyway, I'm pretty pleased, and I go back in to work. Back to the fastlane I go, untill about 3pm of course. That's when Stephanie comes in, but lo and behold she's not in work uniform. Very strange. Well, I guess she wasn't feeling up to working in general so she talked to one of the managers and got exscused for the day. So basically I got to have this nice chat with my another friend, and stayed at fastlane! Okay, so I continue to dutifully work at the lane of fastness when a couple of girls start trying to buy stuff at the fastlane. I say try 'cause, ehh, they were having issues. Like, when you scan electronic things, it tells you to press the item against the star that's on the same surface of the scanning glass (the glass the you slide the item over), and it even has a picture of said star on the touch screen so you know what the machine is talking about. So these two girls proceed to take like, disposable cameras I think, and mash them against the touch screen image of the star futilely attempting to accomplish who knows what. Now, this phenomenon is actually shared by many, and ordinarily I just let the masses wallow in their own ignorance. But these were a couple of highschool girls and one of them was kinda dolled up (also in pink actually) like you'd see if a girl was going out to a party. So I deemed them worthy of my especial attention. See, if I'm in the right mood (and I know this is perverse), I really get a kick out of telling the customer who's having problems exactly what to do, in basically the same way the machine told them to, in a sort of subtle way of screaming "YOU'RE A MORON". So I saunter over and make the girls that the star they're supposed to be passing the cameras over is by the scanning glass thing. Lol, well they crack up laughing, and the non-dolled up one remarks that "We are such idiots!", well I thought that was a capital stance to take so I was good natured with them rather than going in with my subtle "you're intelligence defies natural science, shouldn't you have died by now?" way, and was sympathetic saying that yeah, the star image is kinda crappy by now as it's had items passed over it like a bazillion times. So as I'm walking away Ms. Pretty gets like pissed about the stars not being pristine or something and starts to complain and make some sort of comments about Wal-Mart. Well if you think I'm going to stand by while some little pigmie barbie makes comments about the motherland, you're wrong. So I proceed to make choking/whoa whoa noises while I'm returning to my station. So her friends like "Hey, he can hear you, don't say stuff like that". Lol. So anyway they finish and are leaving, and I don't know what the heck possessed me to do this, but I wasn't through, lol, so as they're walking by, I stop them and ask if I heard correctly that they had some sort of problem with Wal-Mart. Well Pink just sorta stares at me and I clarify that I thought I heard them saying something like that, and she goes "Are you actually saying this?" and by now I'm like good grief let the girl alone so she can go get wasted or something so I tell her that no I definately just teasing her. Well, she's none to pleased with her ordeal so she stalks off with her friend in tow remarking that she's never coming to Minnesota again. What? She's not from MN? So I ask her, "Wait, you're not from here?" "No, I'm from Indiana?" - what!!?? , "No way! Where from?" "Indianapolis, why?" , "I go to school in Indiana" , "Really? Where?" "At Purdue" "What are you doing here?" "I live here". So apparently this girl lives in Indianapolis and she knows some dude that's gonna be a senior now at Purdue, and she goes to Purdue to party. Wow. What are the odds. Well, that was that, but I still had other customers using the fastlane to oversee. So I have this lady who's having a bit of trouble, not a big deal though, so to break tension I ask her how's she doing as I help her. Well, she says that she's doing awesome but that this machine was, .. and while she's searching for the right word I supply "less than awesome?" . Hmm, she wasn't quite satisfied with that though, even while I insisted that it worked, till finnally she came up with what she wanted. "The machine is being obstreperous!" .... "I'm sorry, could you say that again?" I mean, I consider myself to have a pretty uselessly large vocabulary, what with words like garralous, fustigate, or even ordinary old gratuitous, but "obstreperous"? What in all the moons of Pluto kind of made up word was this? But she stands by her word, convinced it exists, and goes on her merry way. So, being a nerd, this continues to stay on my mind untill I take my last break. Well, I mosy on by to our books area and russel me up some Webster. Well will wonders never cease - Obstreperous: adj Uncontrollably noisy or defiant. LOL, so I now have a new favorite word, I mean seriosly what kind of horrific monster of a word is that?! Obstreperous?! Absurderous! Well anyway, I was mighty pleased by this. But the weary must toil on as they say (do they? well I say it at least) so after my last break it was back to it for another two hours. So I'm working away when what should happen but someone is suddenly hugging me from behind!? Well I'm freed from this embrace to find myself starring at another of my very good friends who used to work here, so I waste no time in quickly returning myself to the confinement of hugging Jenny. Jenny is a pretty blond girl with just enough freckles but not too many. So we exchange our "IT's SO GOOD TO SEE YOU"'s but she's got to go eat or go to church or something, so she jets off. Well, there's not too much left of my shift, and I'm just chillin when who should come walking over but Nikki one of my old highschool friends whom I haven't seen in forever! More hugs ensued. I'm a jackal I know. Well we had a nice talk and then she went her way, and my shift was basically over, so after a bit I went home too. Got home, ate dinner and kinda just hung out till my mom and dad decided to go for a walk. So it's like dark out and stuff, and they leave for their walk, and I'm still in a funny mood, I dunno, but I decide that it would be a very good idea to stalk them. So I wait till they've gone a ways and then I follow them, stalking them outside barefoot. My dad must have sensed something 'cause he turned around a couple times, but hey, I'm a freak'n ninja. So I finnally crept up on 'em and then ran at them waving my arms and making weird noises. It was pretty fantastic 'cause I totally surprised them! My dad took a step back and turned reducing his profile and so a potential target while I dunno preparing for battle or something, and my mom just had no idea what was going on. It was classic. So after they realized it was me, my dad's like "why did you do that?" he wasn't mad I think but more just curious, and I'm like "I dunno, I'm in a weird mood" so my mom then called me "retardo" but she was smiling and then commented on my lack of footwear while telling me to watch for cars as I headed back home.
And that was today.
Quite a day it was. Hugs from three very good friends that I've known for years, strange and amusing happenings at Denny's, a very obstreperous random girl that parties at Purdue, and stalking my parents. :) :) :)
So yeah, uhm, till next time.
~The Laughing Monkey