Hieumor

....those were the last words of the song I heard in my car before I ran upstairs. The poor cd of amalgamated offspring songs has been cycling over and over on my short drive to/from work, but I can't bring myself to stick in something else. It's the one CD, that'll get me through rush-hour alive. So this my second friday at the jobby job, lovin it! Getting the hang finally of these 'work' lunches where I get to eat well and properly in front of important people. Today we lunched at Lucy's Boatyard, crab cake sandwhich was good - but I'm not sure my tummy fully appreciated it.

Whatchu all doin' for the long weekend? Me? I'm going to get some paper work done t'nite, workout, sleep, and then trek back to the parental unit abode. I got invited to a BBQ with person and said person's HS friends - not too sure about that, the HS friends part at least... HS wasn't the best of memories for me. I need to catch up with MissGarland and chit chat with her. I'd like to catch up with other peeps too, but they're all playing hide and go slap thy self.

Ooh, and I found myself some invisible playing cards! Roomie taught me this 'thing' you can do with a deck of cards to see what's up with the person in your life. And I knooooow it sounds goofy, but it's fun to do between deciding to work out and actually going to work out. Plus I get to play and see if this cute guy I have a crush on likes me too. //giggle!// And so far so good, cute guy likes me too!

Back to reality now kids... I have stuff to do and dinner to eat.

So millions of american peoples got on their phones and dialed in a single teen aged mother as their singing idol. With a voice that sounds like a Macy Gray slash Aretha Franklin, she won over peoples with nothing but time on their hands and fingers on the redial button. Not hours later, the radio stations were reading letters from disgruntled fans saying how it was tragic that america's IDOL was a single teenage mother. Is the show promoting unprotected sex? They booted some chick who posed nekkid and a guy with a DUI, but they don't boot the single mother? But see, that's the beauty that is america. Only in america would someone with a kid and a unique voice could become an idol. Only in america can sex offenders walk among school children. Only in america can intelligent and gifted longlegged white boys be denied scholarships because of their color. Only in america can 3 months of painful plastic surgery followed with a pagent define the 'american dream'.

JobbyJob took the newHires on a plant trip t'day. Our little leader lady was a british marm of the British Comedy genre, just not so with the funny. In fact she pretty much annoyed me first off with refering to the mysterious name on her paper (and on the name tag right in front of her gracious slapped on my left boobie) as "the Chap". "Where's the chap that was with you guys yesterday?", she asks. This goes on for a while before she decides to attempt to say the name and it occurs to me that oh, she meant me. It's like flash back of grade school all over again.

Orientation for the jobby job was today. Lots of powerpoint slides and talking in a very very cold room supplied with decaf coffee. Other than the obvious sleep inducing typical orientation day stuff, it was good. I learned that Texas A&M supplies us with some high-quality interns. I'm talking intelligent, HOT, personable, HOT, goal oriented, HOT, and well dressed (which equals HOT).

Other than that, I learned a lot of good stuff about theCompany and did some more research on the reports I'm going to have to write. Found out yesterday I have a free gym membership because of where I'm living. I get to go swimming in chlorinated water and run around a miniature airconditioned track in front of people who are a lot more fit than me! Woo hoo! And I will too. I need to work off all the dorm and denny's food I ate the last few weeks of school.

My first Friday at work, not so bad. In fact, pretty darn good considering I really wanted to just go home and pay back some of the sleep deficit I accumulated last semester. I still can't get over that the name of my building at work shares the name of a certain ToxicMullet I go to school with. Speaking of names, I found out that when people came up to me and said "Hi Hi", that they weren't being cute repeating themselves.. cause grown ups don't do that.. they actually thought my name was Hi. It's almost as bad as the ones thinking my first name is Who-when and address me as such. I'm coming in on Tuesday with a "Hello my name is.. Hi Hi" tag.

DJJammies and I sat around drinkin beer and pear tea and I rediscovered a great word "Bo-hemuth". A good word.

Ooh, and did groceries today, which normally isn't soo cool, but i found some REALLY goood stuff. They now have this great GrassJellyDrink which tastes a lot like Boba tea but w/o the milky goodness. The GrassJellyDrink have these awesome bits of jelly that DJJammies calls 'Nekkid Jelly Beans'! Good Stuff!! Then I found some yummy trail mix, cause that stuffs the best and they don't have it in Lubbock!

And to top it off, I followed a pearly white STI home. It would normally not make a difference, but *somebody* got me addicted to them :-)

Alrighty peoples, enjoy your weekend!

i'm here.. i promise.. alive and well.. adjusting to my new habitat.. i'm actually writing a huge post to cover "the Coolness that is...", "Dallas Road Trip Uno", "Dallas Road Trip Dos", "Adventures in Ghetto Survival and Tire Aquisition", and "My Car - the final chapter". Until I finish it, it won't be posted.. so be patient. Meanwhile, sip on some italian soda, but don't let some chick tell you that a Rasberry, Orange, and Vanilla combination is good. She's lying.

Back in the day, (like all of my childhood and thru last Christmas Break) Dad used to pop in his head before going to work and say my name once, nice and loud. It'd wake me up right away, in that tense "crap he caught me sleeping" + "now i have heartburn" kind of way.

Having another voice wake me up is ooh **soo** soothing. Having Mr. Vi keeping my feet warm while i wake up is also wonderous goodness. Makes the last day of finals, not so sucky as it's really gonna be.

So instead of studying for my finals like I should be doing... (don't you hate it when people start sentences with "So..."?)... I'm looking up wheels for Kracker, 'cause it's less stress on the already abused grey-matter.

An old buddy and I end up talking about an x-coWorker and his old purple truck, did he still have it? Old buddy says, "Yes. He also has a little GMC for those days when he's tinkered his toy into a state of non-functionality."

Aaah, the visuals...

Sometimes we head to the math bulding to make use of their not-so-crappy chalkboards. It's airconditioned, they don't lock up the rooms, and there's an abundance of yellow and white chalk. Good stuff for hashing out psychometric chart problems. The math building also provides other kinds of fun activities. At one point between homework problems we took a hiatus and compared the gross smellingness of the girls and boys restrooms. The guys think the guys room smells worse, the whole 10+ years of urine in the grout and all. I think the girls room smells worse, cause not only is it urine, but its a whole host of other juicy bits that don't make it to their designated flushable spots. And so we did a walk-in, deep breath, comparison. Conclusion: Both rooms smell equally rank.

Stephen got hungry after a while and made the announcement that he wanted to eat Thai food - specifically Coochie. Wow, just what I was thinking... yeah, no. Turns out he wanted Choochai. Which is actually a local Thai restaurant. He must have the same word association issue I have (persona non gratis = potatoes au gratin). That went well, thought now I will always have issues with going to Choochai for food. A shame really, it's a good place to eat.

The final break of the evening covered topics such as "leaving poo in the toilet to piss off your roomate" and "how is it that guys pee in different directions after sex". Both, I assure you, my dear readers, were very informative. I don't miss my dorm days one bit and I've learned soo much more about the male anatomy and the accompaning issues than I care to really know.

I guess a night of grossness balances out the previous night in the library where 'Sisco and I reviewed Shafts, Bore Diameters, and talked about regulating Head Pressures.

I've almost forgotten I had this great place to voice my inner most expletives.

Finals have started. I've knocked one out of the way... more like it knocked me out. I wonder if there is a god of 0.5 lead and green graph paper that can help me out. Like the gremlin in my high school text books that would change words in the book in the middle of the night so when you went to point them out to the teacher, you were still wrong. Yeah. Except this god of engineering homework paraphernalia would help me out. Maybe.

I have another one tomorrow. May the gods of psychrometric charts love me too.

The past week's been of the horrid nature. I've suffered some serious nerve racking pain of the physical and mental sort. For one, walking around internally fractured and sprained from boney asses that fell from the sky is a painful thing. Note to self, front and center of stage at an Offspring concert may not be the best activity the week before finals. Murphy's law applies when possible. Then there was the tear shedding, estrogen-inbalanced, biotch that just had to make last week even more cumbersome with her "it's not fair" routine employed by 4 and 5 year old worldwide. I could go on, but I won't get anything done today, so bottom line: Booya. I win you lose. And it feels good.

Other good things in the news... I've rearranged my habits and living quarters to accomodate one of mah peeps. Kinda neat having someone around for a change. I get random blended goodnesses. Mr. Vi has new hands to get lovin from. And he takes advantage. My fridge now has enough carbs to roll poor Adkins in his grave, and my liver is thanking me too (not really). And I have a SummaJob^TM.

Other random things... Po'theed® stopped by yesterday to check on me. Hadn't seen him in what, over a month? Employee-of-LateNight-Eatery^TM hit on me and gave me a stuffed dog in a banana costume. My undies are pink and have a kitty cut-outs. I'm wearing my ChainSmokingMonkey shirt. I think want a cigarette.