Sweet Catastrophe

I’m watching Home Improvement (I love Home Improvement) on TBS and they keep advertising A Walk to Remember showing this week. You won’t believe what they’re setting it up as though. They’re playing it up as a ‘teen’ movie where a plain Jane transforms into a major hottie and gets the ‘coolest’ guy in school.

What movie did they screen!? Or do they just think their viewers are hold up in some Branson condos, cut-off from the rest of the world?

When this movie came out, even if you missed out on the full plot, you at least found out it was a tear-jerker. How many plane-Jane to hottie teen movies do you know of that are tear-jerkers?

I wonder how many ‘teens’ are going to tune in….

By The Associated Press

Wal-Mart Stores will open its first in-store medical clinics under its own brand name after leasing space in dozens of stores to outside companies that operate the quick-service health stops.

Apparently CVS, Walgreens, and Target are expected to follow?

I don’t know how I feel about this. I don’t have medical insurance so it’s likely, if there was one nearby, that this would be an option for me. Carrying around a medical id from Wal-Mart? I guess I could see that.

The only thing is that even with the Vision Centers within Wal-Mart it’s kind of hit or miss. I’m sure there will be some great clinics to arise, but at the same time, I foresee lawsuits in cases where the medical attention falls short–short enough to put someone in danger.

Haha–This also reminds me of a little old man I had as a customer back in my KMart days. He was convinced that Wal-Mart was communist and would comment on what they’d try to take over next. What’s next for the Supercenter? There’s groceries, general retail, deli, bakery, fast food, pharmacy, banking, optometry, general medicine, automotives, crafts…hmm I’m skipping a lot, I know. Aren’t there Wal-Marts somewhere that sell cars? Craziness. I wonder if Mr. Walton envisioned all of this…

Today we had a guest lecturer. Before class, I was napping nicely, but forced myself to head to class, as a favor to my teacher since our guest was her boss.

What did we discuss?

Leadership.

I’m so annoyed right now. I hate being lectured on idealistic bullshit. HATE.

Gah I could scream. Right, characteristics that great leaders possess are great characteristics to have, but you don’t just throw all these characteristics in a bowl and out pops a great leader! There’s more to being a great leader than possessing all these ‘good’ characteristics.

And no–leaders are not born. Get the fuck over that idea. Just because someone is inherently charismatic doesn’t mean they’ll form a leader. There’s a tad more to the process!

*headdesk* And HEY! What about this idea? I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT BECOMING A GREAT LEADER.

If you wanna come in and tell me that it’s great and helpful in the job world to possess characteristics we often associate with great leaders, that’s fine, but don’t tell me I need to strive to be a leader. WTF.

Seriously, I’m getting so sick of these ideals that in order to be happy, you must strive for something big.

Really, what’s so wrong with settling if it makes you happy? “Ohh Jade, you might miss out on something!” Right…I might miss out on something if I go to bed an hour early. I might miss out on something if I cook tonight instead of going out to eat. BIG DEAL. Whatever choices you make in life, you’re also choosing against something else, and therefore you miss out on that something else. That’s life!

Just because I’m capable of doing big things doesn’t mean I have to, nor does it mean I’m going to be unhappy if I don’t. Why can’t people understand this? Why does everyone feel like you’ve got to always be reaching for something big?

Let’s break it down into a simple example. There’s a box of cookies in front of me. There are 30 cookies in there. I only want 5. I can have 30 cookies if I want to, nothing’s stopping me, but I only want 5. Five cookies will make me happy. I have no desire to continue eating 25 more just because it’s possible. Is there something wrong with that?

God I hate going to this class. It’s such a constant reminder that people think ‘thinking big’ is necessary. What if I could pay my bills and be happy being a cashier for the rest of my life. Can someone tell me what’s SO damn wrong with something like that? Purely example of course.

…and I abhor Dayquil. It’s got me so drugged feeling, I’m surprised I can write this blog…I’m surprised I can spell “mesothelioma” right now.

I’m trying to shake off the feeling ’cause I’ve gotta go to work at 6 and I really need to go.

I took like a 2-hour nap so I at least don’t feel too groggy anymore.

I’ve got Mommy-sympathy. She keeps texting to see how I am. She’s worried about this turning into either the flu, which is going around, or a sinus infection, which isn’t all that unlikely. Ever since I had mono 2 years ago, my immune system has been ridiculous.

I need to eat something and keep trying to shake off this drugged feeling. Here’s hoping that work is brainless and quiet!

Wednesday night, it got really cold so the heater came back on. It’s impossible to even out the temperature both upstairs and down, so upstairs the heater was running and the ceiling fan was on. Never the smartest combination.

So of course, Thursday I woke up with sinuses from hell. Basically consider the flu, minus the fever, add in a little bloody sneezing. I’m miserable.

Ryan was working so I tried to nap all day–funny thing is, I was dreaming about our night to come and in my sleep, all my symptoms were that much worse! Same thing last night as well–how’s that for ‘resting’?

Anyway, Ryan’s best friends closed on their new house yesterday, so they wanted us to celebrate with them by taking us all out to Gulio’s –Mediterranean Cuisine, one of the more expensive restaurants in town, and taking us out to a movie. Being college students, we couldn’t exactly turn that down.

Dinner was fabulous! We shared a liter of homemade sangria and just really had a good time. The sangria took care of my stuffy head for me For a while anyway. We missed our original movie time, but went to see Jumper at 10. [Click for my review on Aftershocks]

We took a little tour of their new house and ended up back here where I got my chocolates (assortment he picked out at a chocolatier– I got some rocky road pieces and huge peanut butter cups and caramels!!) and Ryan and I crashed and watched part of the Jeff Dunham dvd I bought for him. And here I am!

I guess my good day more started last night. I gave in and ate free pancakes. I kinda had to. Then I spent some time with this pretty awesome guy =)

Today has been good from the start.

• I woke up with a voicemail from my dad in which I’m pretty positive he said he was paying my taxes! Woo! See, we worked out that he’d figure up taxes for both of us as what they’d be if he didn’t claim me, and he’d ‘pay’ me the difference. So I dunno if that’s just what he’d ‘owe’ me or if he’s just paying them–either way, it matters not! No tax worries for me.
• The weather is great today! I happen to like overcast, chilly days. They’re my favorite! I wonder if that says something negative about my personality or something…I just don’t like overbearing sunshine and Georgia heat…
• Keri made me some Rice Krispie treats!
• I didn’t have to do my Spanish dialogue that I wasn’t prepared for!
• I don’t work today.
• I got to watch Juno!!

I guess now that I’m done with classes, I’ll watch some Buffy and relax!

Miley Cyrus and her dad are getting ripped on because they’re not wearing seat belts in her 3D concert film “Hannah Montana & Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert.”

The magazine says they’re encouraging the trend….

I shouldn’t care, but it really annoys me. The media tries to take even the cleanest of stars and paint them as horrible people. She’s just getting started, guys! Give her time and I’m sure she’ll give you something to talk about.

On top of that, how many people would have noticed the lack of seat belts without having it pointed out? Ohhhh the power of suggestion. I really hate when people try to blow something out of proportion–especially when it’s something no one would even think of without someone leading them to it! Just shut up and write another story about Britney!

Source.

Today is free pancake day at IHOP. Every customer gets a free stack of buttermilk pancakes.

Keri is up at the UC taking surveys. Everyone who fills one out get a liter of Coke and a king sized Snickers bar.

There’s ice cream in my freezer.

How is a girl supposed to lose weight with all this yummyness around?

I’m purposely holding out on taking a shower until I reach the point when I’ll be too late to take the survey.

I’m staying away from IHOP. It’ll be way too busy anyway. We’ve only got one here in town. Free food in a college town? It’ll be packed!

I won’t go.

I can’t even describe how unmotivated I am this week! I don’t want to do anything! I’ve only done things that are absolutely necessary, like my paper. I haven’t done any of the reading either for class, or for my upcoming group project. I just checked off what I plan to do and ordered the book off amazon so I can pass this on to the next person and just read later.

Even though I know I’ll be called on to offer up my opinions on what we’re to have read for today, but I can’t make myself read it. I think maybe I’ve just hit one of those ruts–I don’t want to have to do anything. I don’t think I’d feel so much like this if work wasn’t crammed in around it. I really hate that place…

I had probably the creepiest customers ever last night.

They pushed up a flatbed with something like 12 bags of rocks, a roll of black plastic, straight edgers, a shovel and a rake. Nothing out of the ordinary until the husband spoke. He mentioned they were finishing a burial plot….

Right…so I smirked at the joke and went about my way, but as he and his wife continued chatting, I realized they were not, in the least little bit, joking. Not only that, but by their conversation, and the bulk of what they were buying, I discerned that there was no way they were burying the family pet.

I mean come on! I’m sure there’s a really logical explanation, ya know– not enough individual health insurance to pay all the doctor bills from before–something as simple as that, but seriously, if you feel the need to share such a macabre tale with your cashier, might you offer up a disclaimer so she doesn’t feel the need to check the missing persons bulletins?