IV.

This windy dry spell in the weather is causing my poor eyeballs to feel and look not unlike two lumps of burning coals instead of the dewy limpid pools they regularly are (not). After I poured half my bottle of Optive on em in vain, I concluded that it’d be most ingenious if I could instead get bags of Optive to IV drip straight into my eyes all day. Plausible: not, effective: maybe, creepy: most absolutely yes.

Gogurt.

I am feeling incredibly tired and disgruntled this week from lack of sleep and am showing up at work more and more disheveled as the week progresses, but Gogurt (frozen, of course) still manages to make the world a better place by bringing in the happies.

Hood.

I cannot stand an inside-out hood. It just sits there (or passes by on the street), jeering at me in all its twisted inside-out-ness looking so WRONG that despite the (high) possibility of being misunderstood as a creeper, I feel it most strongly upon myself to right the skewed aesthetic equilibrium of this planet to right that wrong.

Sore.

The second best feeling in the world is a good workout after sitting on my rump all day in the office. Also competing for second best is the post-workout shower. But the first and best feeling in the world by far has got to be the morning-after soreness. When you can’t even get out of bed from muscle pain. It doesn’t happen entirely often when you workout regularly, but when it does, I SAVOR IT.

iPod Touch.

I got a hand-me-up ipod touch from my baby brother a few weeks ago (he got a new ipod touch)and it still does not fail to amaze and amuse me most profusely. This is by far the best hand-me-up yet, since the gameboy color (when he got gameboy advance), then the gameboy advance (when he got gameboy advance SP), then the gameboy advance SP (when he got a playstation PSP).

Casual Friday.

My casual dress for casual Fridays has now gotten so casual that the only difference between me in bed and me in my office is that I happen to be sitting up and 30% awake instead of laying down and 0% awake.

Change.

I finally decided to move back into my room downstairs but not without first rearranging every single piece of furniture in it to minimize future bug-attacks. After two and half hours of labor trying out this layout and that, I had my furniture arrangement finalized and room clean, and am maj happy with the change of layout. In the end the bug turned out not to be such a bad thing after all, as it became a catalyst for some much-needed change.

Laugh.

My company president is a good company president and a good company president has need to observe every acute detail within the workings of the office. Sometimes he will observe bad things, sometimes he will observe good things, and also sometimes he will observe random things. Like me laughing. After coming up and staring me straight out of glee and straight into awkwardness, he presents his findings: “You know your eyes disappear when you laugh?” before he turns and walks away, his job well done.

Futon.

After the horrific face-to-face (literally) encounter with giant bug I promptly gathered my laptop and blanket and took up residence on our living room futon. I feel safer here.

BUG.

I have a coffee table in my room I utilize as a desk as it is the same height as my bed and enables me to use my laptop on my tummy from under my so-warm down comforter.

Imagine my abject horror when suddenly this GIANT ROACH just SHIMMIES UP ONTO MY BED from the space between my bed and desk and into the space BETWEEN MY ARMS and nearly POPS RIGHT INTO MY MOUTH (AHHHHH!!!!!!) AHHHHHHH!!!! (AHHHHH!!!) AHHHHHH!!!!! (AHHHHHH!!!!) It would be a gross understatement to say that I am thoroughly and irreversibly traumatized for life.

Teddy.

Say hullo to 6 year old Teddy, who chanced upon this magnificent mechanical fish magically shining in all its lacquered glory and deeply desired with his little heart to ride it. Alas, all four of us (useless) adults put together did not have even one quarter, and so Teddy, not one to be defeated by mere circumstance, proceeded to approach every stranger in our immediate vicinity: “Can I have a 50 cents?” weathering rejection after rejection until we could take it no longer and desperately upturned our wallets to collect all the pennies and nickels we had to procure the needed amount. At that point we would have done anything to give Teddy a ride on the fish, and with much glee and obvious delight, ride it he did!

G-String.

So my G-string broke (lol) at church yesterday (lol lol), and discovering how scandalous it sounded in my head, I proceeded to say it out loud with much poorly disguised amusement and profuse delight. Totally mature, I know.

Inner Artist.

For those wondering: I don’t draw at work. Sadly, art-susan only gets let out in the afterhours lest it vomit awesomeness and creativity all over my prim and proper working adult life.

Flying Cat.

Watched "How To Train Your Dragon" in 2D (!!) and decided that I too would very much like to own a giant flying animal. However, dragons are scary and scale-y, and I like cats, so i drew a giant flying cat but somehow it is far less imposing and admittedly far less fully-awesome than a giant flying reptile.

Wall animal

There is a nocturnal animal living inside/right outside my wall that seems furiously intent on gnawing it's way inside, judging from the maddening sounds it makes at night. It's been gnawing in that wall since last summer, was gone (hibernating?) through the winter, and has last night started up again where it left off. I desperately hope it most absolutely does not succeed in one day gnawing its way clear through the wall and onto my bed.

Hippie.

How to avoid a market-front hippie: Time your exit to coincide with another market customer, making sure said customer is positioned between you and the hippie, effectively rendering the person a human shield. hippie will most likely approach customer closest to him, giving you a 5 second window to escape unseen.

Express.

Was at Express returning some fail buys when a man that looks as if he came straight from an abercrombie and fitch photo shoot pops out of the dressing rooms half nekkid with shirt-in-hand right smack in the middle of a store filled with only female shoppers and employees. After having to look at my middle-aged boys all day every day, my eyes nearly cried from the relief given to it by this hot mystery a&f man.

Bathroom.

Granted, I never use the girl's bathroom in the warehouse. however i do still feel entitled to it (as it is a girl's bathroom and i do happen to be a girl) and expect it to be clean when i do use it because there's no other girl to use it!

Sleepover.

Two of my darling friends came over for some sleepover fun and after all the work I put into piling blankets and pillows on the floor for them to sleep on, said “darlings” decided that they’d just up and pile into my TWIN sized bed with me, causing us to look not unlike three adult sardines in a can. After a bit of shuffling around, they somehow managed to find ways to fit that most effectively maximized their own comfort while severely minimizing mine, and quickly, happily, fell asleep.

My Hero.

Found: The biggest, nastiest, grossest black roach i've ever seen just strolling across my bedroom carpet. After jumping up and down screaming while it strolled in, then out of my closet, I grabbed my handy CD-R roll cover and threw the cover onto it before it could stroll up my legs and eat my face. That was the very extent of the bravery i could ever muster in my life, and was cowering in the corner furthest away from it when roomie swooped into the rescue!!!! she valiantly slid a piece of cardboard, then a book, under the cd-r cover, then took it to the bathroom to deposit the evil into the toilet. i couldn't bear to look but provided "moral support" by proceeding to hyperventilate/seizure/scream from the hallway while she accomplished her heroic deed.

Sometimes..

Sometimes i dislike walking about with a gaggle of homies looking like i'm stuck amongst the wrong species.

Spring Rain.

Grow, plantas, grow!