had a fabulous night at work. seriously. ask me why.
not looking forward to tomorrow tho. there’s only one sup on, and it’s the really stupid one. and not only is she stupid but she’s scared, or perhaps incapable of making any decisions…which makes for a good supervisor, don’t you think? she told me her plan is to hide in the office all night, and to hide the portable phone in the file cabinet so we can call her all we want, but she won’t hear it. what a great supervisor. it’s gonna be a long night.
gotta run some errands tomorrow. i had a few, but i can only remember 1 now…office max, for 100 cdrs for free after rebates. even tho i don’t think i’ve ever gotten a rebate back my entire life, the price will still be about 17 bucks cuz there is one instant instore rebate on it. then 2 mail ins. 17 bucks seems like a good price to me.
nakita loved the 2 cds i made her. they were some of her requests, then filled up the rest with nin and tea party. gave her the whole still disc, then random highlights from the rest of the albums. yay. that makes me happy.
i wish i could have gone to see a tea show with nate. i don’t know why, but it seems like it would have been a good choice of shows to go to with him. hollowpoint doesn’t count. too bad it didn’t happen.
headed out on the town to do my errands, which i still only remembered office max. i only ever go to office max in a blizzard it seems. last time i was there, with adr a long time ago, it was a blizzard. again today, blizzard. roads were slow and slippery. and of course they were sold out of the 100 cdrs for free after rebates. great. so i went to best buy, who had 100 cdrs for 7.99$ after rebates. took me forever to find them, because nothing was labeled, and i didn’t know what was on sale. i had seen the flyer on line cuz mom had thrown it out. managed to find a flyer laying around in the store, but then of course the shelf was empty. wandered around waiting for someone to notice that i was standing there jaw dropped in a daze, and ask if they could help me. no one did, but i managed to find another stash of them on my own. so picked those up. i should be good for a while now.
from there i ventured to frisbees, cuz it had been awhile since i stopped in. they had tons of stuff. not stuff i’d buy, but more than usual. i got eric a bunch of bday gifts he’ll be excited about. they’re all things he would have for sure bought on his own if he were there lol. yay for gifts that are sure to be enjoyed. that’s why alcohol is always such a good gift.
i’ve taken to trying to listen to the radio, because i’m so beyond tired of all the cds i own. it was middle school flashback on the radio today. collective soul’s “shine”, goo goo dolls “name”…all i needed was some gin blossoms and i’d feel 12 again (you know, except for the fact i was driving haha). weird thing, i’d been trying to remember the name of that collective soul song so i could dl it, and then it was on the radio today. i’ve sorta come to terms with the music i didn’t really like back then, like collective soul, gin blossoms etc…and i realize it’s so much better than most of the shit playing today haha. yay for pre-Creed music! hooray for grunge! bring back the flannels! on another note, for a long time when “Shine” came out i thought it was by Adam Sandler…cuz the end adlib kinda part, where the speed of the song picks up, the guy sounds like Adam Sandler. haha. the “heey yeaah hey yeaah” part sounds like Sandler immitating Eddie Vedder LOL. *edit @5:30pm* i take it back, gin blossoms were still crap.
in conclusion, walking in snow (or sand) is an artform, and i think people from warm climates would have alot of trouble walking in snow at first. when you first do it, you end up hurting cuz you use muscles that you don’t normally use when you walk. it’s strange. haha. same with sand. and why is it always so quiet in the winter? you can go outside, and not hear any traffic. i don’t get it. it’s nice. i like it. but…i don’t get why.
*edit 2* google bought pyra/blogger…hmm. wonder what that means for us. at least it wasn’t yahoo.
