Smackin' Soda

I got in my car this morning, and started the engine before I remembered that I wanted a soda from the refrigerator in the garage. I got out of my car and pulled one out, but dropped it on the floor. After picking that one up and putting it away, I got an unshaken can out and drove to school. I opened it when I got on the freeway, and drank about half of it in traffic. Once I got to school, I shut of my engine, grabbed my soda, and stepped out of the car. I set the can on the roof while I got my backpack out of the back seat. Then I put my backpack on, and locked the car. I walked to class.

Then I remembered that my soda was still on the roof of the car.

My soda is still on the roof of my car.

Yesterday I smacked my elbow and I bruised it pretty bad. It was one of those doors which closes super fast, but since it was indoors, I wasn’t expecting it, and it got me.

My hair is normally straight, but today, for some reason, it’s wavy. I’m going to blame the humidity.

Bogs and Poodles

At work over the weekend a small child called out, “Mom, mom I found it!”

The mom walked over to the rack and frowned. “That’s not a dingo. That’s a poodle.”

I’m wearing snazzy boots today. The only downside to my boots is that when I walk, they click. There is no avoiding making noise on a cement floor. It makes me sound pretty self important.

I dislike humidity. Days like today, with humidity and ick make my hair go all frizzy, which is not a flattering look for me. I tried to combat it by slathering on the leave-in conditioner, but I don’t think it’s helping.

My professor is talking about bogs, and just as I was thinking, “I’ve never even seen a bog,” she said, “… and if you’re from southern California, you’ve probably never seen a bog.”

Kidney Rings

I got a new cell phone this week, and it’s pretty snazzy. I use my phone as my alarm clock, so I got a new alarm clock by default. Anyway, my new phone works a little differently than my old phone, and so I was awoken by my phone vibrating rather than ringing. It made the whole bed shake, and I woke up ready to kill whoever it was that was calling me. I pushed snooze three times, which meant I got up fifteen minutes late today. It’s okay, though, because my old phone would have made me twenty-four minutes late if I’d pushed snooze three times.

I decided to wear a skirt today, because I bought a pretty one at the junk store, and it’s summery out again. It’s a pink skirt with flowery designs and big swishy whooshes. Anyway, I’m always insecure when I wear skirts.

The worst part is the lack of pockets, though. That’s why I dropped my new phone today, on the cement floor, where it exploded. I put it back together and it seems to be working, but I was a little upset.

I didn’t think of it before I left the house, but I wish I had worn heels today. Well, perhaps not to class, but I wish I put them in my car for later.

If you look at a rat’s kidney, you’ll find it looks remarkably like a fetus.

I did find out that the ring I was wearing the other day, with the silver and turquoise is real, and it belonged to my dad’s cousin before she died. She bred bulldogs.

Someone stomped a lizard on the sidewalk outside of one of my classes that I had yesterday. It was one of those alligator looking ones (but not an alligator lizard) with the super long tail. I don’t understand why someone would do that. Lizards are small, they can’t hurt you, and they are so useful. They eat bugs and spiders and stuff, and they aren’t (mostly) poisonous. It made me very sad.

Tic-tacs and Teeth

When I was little, tic-tacs were like the jackpot of candy goodness. Of course, only the orange flavored ones were worth anything, but when you got them… oh boy.

It wasn’t just that they were delicious candy, because they were. What I liked best was the little plastic box. I have vivid memories of being an explorer in the Amazonian rainforest, with just the one little box of water left to sustain me to the next stream. I’d fill the box from the hose and I would carefully dole out the water to myself as I tromped through the trees, flipping up that little white tab to get a few drops of water.

I’m wearing pants with a lady on the butt, which makes them awesome. The front pockets are fake, though, which makes me sad.

Yesterday I was chewing on a pen as I edited a draft of a peer’s story. It was a click-pen, and the cap had gotten caught so that it was depressed permanently… or so I thought. The plastic plunger popped back and smacked me in the front tooth, chipping it.

That’s right. I chipped my tooth with a plastic pen.

It doesn’t hurt much, but it itches down inside now.

I started up with a new razor blade today and it cut up my leg like you wouldn’t believe.

Ring of Sugar

I had a donut for breakfast today, after my midterm. I think that this goes against the recommended order of the universe, but if I had eaten before the test, I might have given the food to the person next to me out of nerves. This would probably not have been appreciated. It was a good donut--soft and delicious and sprinkled with sugar. Mm, sugar.

I’ve started looking through my jewelry box more often, and realized I have several rings that I’d like to wear. The one I’m wearing today, for example has a large (fake?) turquoise that looks sort of like a flower, with a silver band, and it’s pretty. I also found a lovely silver ring with a pink stone that I would love to wear, but it only fits my left ring finger. I pretend I don’t care what anyone thinks of me, but really, I do.

A few months ago I started using a face lotion that has sunscreen in it. This means that my face is even paler than it used to be. I have not been using sunscreen on my forearms, though, and so now they are a little darker than my face, which makes it look like my foundation (which I don’t wear) is the wrong color. I just can’t win.

I have noticed that when I wear my blue and brown striped shirt to work, which is a button down shirt with a nice, pointed collar, people treat me like a capable human being. When I wear my red plaid western shirt, people treat me like a moron. I will continue to wear the western shirt out of spite.

I am going to take a drawing class with a close friend over the summer at a community college near my house, and I’m very excited. I feel really strange, though, about applying to community college with my university email address.

Last night I had a dream where I let a paleontologist pick me up with the line, "Let me show you my research."

Murphy's Burns

I worked Sunday, today, which is a six hour shift. That means I get a lunch. Now, I’ve worked this shift pretty much every week since December. So, I have a pretty good idea of the order of things. Every time I’ve worked Sunday, until today, I’ve gone to lunch sometime between 1:55 and 2:15 in the afternoon. My boyfriend decided he would bring me lunch today, so I told him to show up around 2:00.

At 1:30, my boss came over and told me to go to lunch.

My life is one of those lives which fully embraces Muphy’s Law.

The happy news is that I asked if I could go at 2:00 instead and she said of course, so it all ended okay, and I got my chicken tacos.

He also brought this energy drink, though, which tasted okay, so I drank a bunch. It made me super dizzy, and I fell onto a glass coffee table at work. There was this crystal moment where I was certain I was going to the emergency room--somewhere between the slip of my foot and my arms hitting the glass. It didn’t break, though, and so I am laceration free.

The second/third (I’m not sure) degree burn on the back of my hand is now slightly infected and it hurts. It also looks like it is filled with lemon pudding.

I’m wearing micro-fiber socks, which I advocate.