Sweet Catastrophe

I never used to be accident prone before I moved to Valdosta. That changed. I’ve had my only 3 ever broken bones since I’ve lived in Valdosta!

This older customer last night was making fun of our crappy box cutters until I showed him the scar on my finger from a few months ago. If the tip of my blade hadn’t been chipped off, I’d have done some real damage, but it just scratched me up enough to leave a really faint scar.

Not 3 customers later, I sliced my finger open on a piece of sheet metal I was scanning. I didn’t even feel it until I moved my finger! It stung like I don’t know what and I looked down just as blood started dripping from my finger. It took us forever to find the first aid kit down in Lumber, but there was no way I was leaving that bad boy open. It bled freely for a really long time and it’s really dirty down in Lumber. I’d rather not have my finger fall off, thanks.

It actually stung really bad when I was washing my hands last night after work too. It’s such a thin cut, I can’t really tell how deep it is. I just know it still hurts, and looks like one good pop on the side of my desk or something would have it flowing again.

Think papercut–only with metal lol.

Today marks the end of my work week and it damn it’s been a rough one. I’m off work tomorrow so I’m apprehensive to find what kind of little accident awaits for me at work tonight. I’m thinking tonight might finally be the night I get knocked out with a 4X4. That would be interesting…

How prone are you to cravings? My cravings are always as frequent as those of a pregnant woman–just not as bizarre.

If you’re prone to cravings, how often do you find yourself craving something you definitely can’t have?

I’ve been craving Little Caesar’s breadsticks for a few weeks now. That one is almost sated after breadsticks from Fazzoli’s yesterday. They’re very similar.

Right now though, I have this overwhelming taste haunting me. Last week two of Ryan’s friends came over and we all had steaks and such. Joolie brought over some homemade dip of hers. It’s sort of like a cheesy version of french onion dip. It was really good, but it wasn’t amazing or anything–it just had a very distinct flavor! I have no way of getting in touch with Joolie, nor can I remember the ingredients she rambled off and it’s kinda starting to get to me!

I just picked up groceries so I can only hope I’ve got something in there that will calm this craving!

So let’s see, what’s going on in the world of Jade? Well not really a damn thing, but I’m bored and feel like rambling, so here goes!

I saw Jamey Monday night after work. We almost literally ran into each other at Wal Mart. Since he left Lowe’s we pretty much don’t see each other anymore. Bastard cut off his text messaging too, so I have no Jamey time. =( I miss my Blue Eyes White Dragon. We’ll hang out Friday at Nick’s party though—or we better ’cause that’s my motivation

I finally got advised and registered for Spring yesterday. I’m really not sure how I always manage to get stuck doing all this at the last minute every semester. There’s like a block in my brain, keeping me from remembering that even though my adviser said she’d send out emails a week before advising begins, she never does. I’ve got to start remembering to make an appointment when I start seeing signs for other departments getting ready for early advisement.

She always makes me feel really comfortable with where I am in school. Yesterday was no different. We got to talking about possibilities for my other secondary emphasis and I found out before she moved to this job, she did big secretarial work (what I’d like to do) and absolutely loved it. She said if she hadn’t fallen into this job, she’d happily continue her work.

She had a really great suggestion for some management classes–I’m not really sure how to explain them, but they fit in really well with my ACED stuff. So I’m taking the intro course and if I like it, I’m in. If not, she’s going to work it in as an elective for me.

Speaking of ACED, I’ve missed the last few classes. I really don’t know why, I’d just wake up those mornings and say forget it, and roll over. I missed an entire chapter on the inner-workings of the new Word 2007. She keeps a daily log of assignments online so you can keep up if you miss a day. I was totally lost. So yesterday I lucked out and it was  a review day. It honestly cracks me up that I can come in for a review of something I never learned and be completely up to speed while someone sitting next to me, who’s been there all along, is still scratching their heads.

Now I need to acquire Word 2007. I don’t remember when/how, but I had the chance to have it, and decided against it because I really didn’t like it. Now that I’ve had some instruction on it, I’m pretty comfortable with it. This is just the first of my typing classes, and now that we’re using it, I feel sure I’m going to see a lot more formatting that I only know how to do in 2007.

[****Girl talk warning****]

I finally went in for my girly appt. today. I’ve been dreading it. I’m still uninsured, so Farber Student Health Center was my only option. I never have much faith in the Health Center. Add to that the discomfort of seeing a new doctor, and then let’s throw in that there were no females available for two weeks, so I had to suck it up and see a male. Most women have a preference as to who they’re more comfortable with when it comes to their nethers. I’m definitely more comfortable seeing a female doctor. Luckily, this guy was really quick. I dealt mostly with the nurse, so I got in all my questions and everything before I got too uncomfortable to remember what my questions were.

He definitely positioned things incorrectly the first time and had to try again….you can imagine how great that felt. Oddly enough, that’s not the first time I’ve had that happen. But still, relatively speedy and we were done. Thank god.

He gave me two packs of Lo Estrin 24 to try and went ahead and gave me a prescription to get them if I like them. Hopefully I’ll see a change in my weight. Lo Estrin is the one where your period is supposed to be less than 4 days, so we’ll see how that goes.

Heroes tonight—not one of the better episodes. Next week looks very promising though. I suppose you have to have episodes like this sometimes to set things up, and thus far I’ve really liked the way the writers have done things, so I won’t complain.

They brought up something that always inspires that *headdesk* feeling though. “Oh look, I have a super power now. But what does it all mean?”

Sweetheart, doll, dude, sir–whoever….WHO CARES? You have a super power! That’s fantastic! Now go play with it! Make some mischief! Do some good; be reckless…Then figure out how this can help you not be poor anymore. Live like a king!

Does it really matter if there’s some purpose? If there is, it’ll play out. You take care of you, and let the fates, god, destiny…whatever take care of the rest!

Why do they waste super powers on all the boring people who want to know too much about it. Give me a super power. I’ll make sure I take advantage of it!

I vaguely remember turning off all my alarms on my phone this morning, but it feels more like it happened 3 days ago. Work called at 8:30 (I was supposed to be there at I took a quick minute to think of an excuse to just call in and finally said forget it. I called and told ‘em there was a problem with my alarm and that I was on my way.

Of course, I had planned to get up early so I could eat something, and have time to throw together a sandwich for my break, but obviously that didn’t happen!

Let’s just say work was really busy, and I was really sleepy and hungry.

When I got out, I headed over to Target. I had to pick up a gift card for someone, and I wanted to check out their clearance racks since I got nothing at Old Navy yesterday. I picked up two pairs of pants–one of which in the steel grey color I’ve been looking for. There was another pair I really liked, but it didn’t fit and I forgot to go back and look for another size.

I picked up this cute wrap as well, but I didn’t feel like trying it on, so it may go back.

I  chatted with my grandmother (Dad’s side) for a bit while I was shopping. It was one of the shortest conversations we’ve had. She mentioned that my cousin just sent out J.J’s first communion invitations. I’m secretly hoping she didn’t have my address. For one, I’m just not close to that part of my family at all, and I’m just not as religious as they are. They tend to make me uncomfortable when religion comes up. They push a little too hard, ya know? Plus, Father Dan kinda gives me the creeps. I think I’ve seen one too many horror films.

I talked to my granny too (Mom’s side) and she had some depressing news. My brother has a few dogs and the mom got herself killed in a rather horrific, depressing way that I’d rather not type up right now. It hurts my heart to think about it, and makes me a little angry at someone.

I was gonna cook tonight, but I really didn’t have anything in particular in mind, and I didn’t feel like fighting my way through the grocery store, trying to figure it out, so I’m just gonna pay for Ryan’s WingZone. I hate that place, so I’ll be eating a sandwich, but hey, I was gonna cook, so I feel like I should still provide him with some food. I’m a good girlfriend.

We were in the breakroom, reading letters from the readers in the newspaper today and we got to talking about the “Letters to Santa” they published last year.

No less than 5 kids asked for dolphins!! Really? Where are you putting this dolphin? What happened to asking for something realistic? Like a pony! There wasn’t a single request for a pony! I thought every kid asked for a pony? Okay, well I don’t think I ever asked for a pony…unless I did after that episode of Full House when Michelle fell off the horse. I still think her equestrian riding apparel was awesome, but I’m weird like that. I was the kid in school who wanted uniforms. Go figure.

I expect iPods and any other outrageously expensive technology, but where the hell did ‘dolphin’ come from. We were all trying to remember if some big dolphin movie had come out, but we came up with nothing.

So what’ll be the hot item this year? Maybe we should all ask for beanstalks!

I just got a call from Mediacom letting me know that due to some ‘emergency’ repairs needing to be done that our service might be interrupted tomorrow between 11 and 3. I’ll be at work so it doesn’t really matter, but it’s cool that they did that.

One of the insurance companies started calling back the other day but I was unable to answer. I thought it was them calling today, but Ryan was asleep behind me so I didn’t say anything, I just answered and sat there and eventually that recording came on. I’m planning on using Kristi’s method and saying the same phrase over and over again. I haven’t decided what my phrase will be though. I’m thinking I wanna say something really off the wall, but not necessarily vulgar. Maybe just really absurd.

Thank god I didn’t do a search for term life insurance. I hear those guys are relentless. Luckily I’ve got life insurance already. An uncle of mine sales life insurance so my dad got a policy started when I was…18 I think, so I could lock in a low price. I’m surprised he hasn’t mentioned me taking over that yet. Hmm…I’ll be sure not to bring that up during our next conversation.

I just got off the phone with my mom. I was telling her about my new sheets and she reminded me of when we discovered my mild claustrophobia.

My brothers had bunk beds when we were growing up, and when they grew out of them, I put in that I wanted the bunk bed for myself. Well duh, what kid doesn’t want a bunk bed?

I wasn’t allowed to sleep on the top because we didn’t have proper railings anymore, so I slept on the bottom bunk. I don’t remember how long I’d been sleeping in it before I got freaked out, but it was a good little while.

One random night, I couldn’t sleep and lying there in my bed, I started feeling like I was caged in. I remember some creepy thoughts about being caged, about my bed eating me, and something about killer clowns…Who knows how I managed to tie clowns in. I think it had something to do with being in a cage at the circus…*shrug*

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep in my own bed for a few weeks, heh.

I’ve only had handful of episodes in my life. I remember one at a movie theater where the crowd outside of the room we were going into got really cramped because the movie before us had messed up and was running long. They ended up pulling my group out of the little waiting area and letting us wait right outside so we were first in. That’s the only really interesting situation I recall.

Man, claustrophobia, panic attacks, acid reflux, hypochondriac….I’m too weird.

I’ve run my errands. I even picked up ink, and a quick dinner for tonight which I’ve already cooked and served.

I’ve completed all of my ACED (Typing) work through next Tuesday. We’re not having class then, so I’ve done my homework, tomorrow’s classwork, and Tuesday’s classwork/homework. I even did a little more than I needed to…

I cleaned the upstairs bathroom (umm…I can’t even tell you how gross it was in there) and I’ve taken out all the trash in the apartment.

I’ve even started and all but completed my “christmas gift idea” list. All I have left, really, is Mom, and she’ll basically tell me what she wants; Kristi–the idea will come to me though, I know; and there are a few people I’ve listed gift baskets for, so if I don’t find what I’m looking for on those, I’ll have to reconsider. The list is the big part. Now I can start picking up stuff as I have the extra money.

What have I not touched? My Spanish. I’m still in decent shape though. I’ve now gotten everything out of the way that I needed to. I may or may not get into it tonight. I’m pretty sure I will since the only distraction really left for me tonight is Josh and Lego Star Wars and even if we play, it’ll be for a limited amount of time as Josh has to study also, and he’s much more responsible so he’ll cut us off.

Can I just say……I really hate going to bed alone. I hate it when Ryan’s not here. What do I have to look forward to? An empty king-sized bed, cold feet with no one to warm them, and no goodnight kisses. How can I possibly go to sleep without someone tuning into a really crappy movie I’ve already seen too many times?

I’ll end the mushiness there, but ya know–my blog.