holy mother of god there is asbestos in crayons. and not just those shitty super waxy rose art crayons, but crayolas. according to the book, yellow, carnation pink and orchid were loaded with tremolite asbestos (more harmful than the more common type of asbestos found in building products). only crayons tested that were made in the US contained asbestos. crayons made in malaysia, china, indonesia, and mexico didn’t. 80% of the crayons tested by crayola, prang and roseart contained asbestos. (it’s the talc that goes into the crayons that can be contaminated with asbestos)

screw love canal and bloody run, the sludge at carbosil, being exposed to asbestos at geneseo, and all the other toxic crap i live around. i’m going to die because i enjoy the smell of crayons. i’m going to get lung cancer because angela and i used to sharpen our crayons and keep the shavings in a pencil box that we’d then play with. crayola who i love to death is gonna BE my death. gah!!!

asbestos is unescapable. it seriously is everywhere.

so high school joe called tonight. that was a huge surprise. i wasn’t able to answer cuz i was already on the floor at work, and me being the way i am, i haven’t called back yet haha. he was all cheery on the phone and called himself joey…haha it’s just odd to me.

i don’t know how to wear makeup so that it doesn’t look like i’m wearing any. i’m speaking of foundation/powder, and not anything related to eyes….it always just looks like i’ve got tons of makeup caked on. and other ppl don’t look that way. and my face is always red so it looks like i’m red with a layer of chalky peachy makeup on. blah. i’m an inferior female.

8 min til i can leave work. sale at joanne this weekend, 1.99 patterns. so i’ll get really hard ones that i can’t do and mess around. and i had a dream about doing the homemade silk screening thing so i’ll get stuff for that too. lots of time on my hands shortly…

after my surgery screening today i met jerry out at “rearden”. didn’t get all that far, just the power building, before we saw movement and trucks. damn workers. hung out in there for 2 hours waiting to see if they’d leave but they didn’t. at one point we thought we heard a horse, and we thought “if they have mounted security we are so screwed” haha

i am so fucking bored. what on earth am i gonna do while on disability.

The meme:
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Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under.
H. L. Mencken (1880 – 1956)

No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while you’ll see why.
Mignon McLaughlin

Until you make peace with who you are, you’ll never be content with what you have.
Doris Mortman

Never regret. If it’s good, it’s wonderful. If it’s bad, it’s experience.
Victoria Holt

Cats are smarter than dogs. You can’t get eight cats to pull a sled through snow.
Jeff Valdez

i must say that this is the strangest description of job requirements i’ve seen… “While performing the duties of this job, the employee is regularly required to stand; walk and talk or hear. The employee is occasionally required to use hands to finger, handle, or feel and reach with hands and arms. The employee must occasionally lift and/or move up to 10 pounds. Specific vision abilities required by this job include close vision, distance vision, color vision, peripheral vision, depth perception and ability to adjust focus. May be required to work extended hours and different shifts.”

walk and talk OR hear…LOL. and you might have to move your arms sometimes. wow. this listing didn’t list “may have to deal with anger or violent situations” like some of the other listings i’ve seen.

i’m stressed out. i’m not entirely sure why, but my dreams are certainly telling me i’m stressed out. i don’t really think it’s because of the surgery, cuz i really feel that it’s no big deal. my biggest concern is finding out the date, and having it be right before cassie visits. i dunno. i just don’t feel like dealing with anything or anyone right now.

i dealt to a kid yesterday who sorta looked trent-y…but only sorta. his face didn’t really look like trent, but it sorta did. he sorta had a trent nose. and he definitely would do things with his lips that were SO trent. and there was a kid who looked like rob sheridan. weird. tonight i got to do overtime. so even when i’m not scheduled until 6am i still get stuck after 4. ah well, i’ll get double time for my extra half hour. money money.

and speaking of money. i am thinking about getting a part time job at hot topic. 40% off for friends and family, and get this…they reimburse you for concert tickets. where the hell was this information last year!! lol. tho i’d probably end up spending my couple buck paycheck there every week, it would be nice to have extra money to put away for a camera, and tattoo, and europe…in no particular order. apparently i won’t have to stay over night in the hospital unless i don’t feel well, so i won’t have to pay the nice $500 co-pay. that’ll help the “other things fund”.

the asbestos book is pretty interesting. for one, i didn’t know asbestos was a mineral. i thought it was man made. and i didn’t know that the health affects of asbestos were known…get this…over 2000 years ago! the ancient civilizations noticed slaves and workers who wove asbestos into fabrics would get sick and die. reading another “environmental disaster” book made me look into more info on the local environmental disaster that we call WNY…read about Bloody Run, which was nice information to know. no book about it unfortunately. trying to get one on love canal off book mooch but nothing is there yet. and i still want to write a book about the manhattan project in niagara falls. some day some day. (yeah right) off to read more

holy mother of god, best quote ever. from colbert report tonight…

“many people have criticized the bush administration for failures in intelligence…mostly the failure of the president to be intelligent”

gah daily show, so great.
press question: what did iraq have to do with the world trade center?
bush: nothing.

WTF!!

anyway….making this skirt to hope to wear as some sort of costume for halloween and WOW did i fuck it up. took a whole whole whole lot of improv-ing to fix, but i’ve made it semi wearable. aside from the fact that the material is such crap it’ll prob fall apart after i first wear it. i think i may improv a whole lot more tho. we’ll see. and LOTS of fabric left over again wtf. broke 2 needles and had to figure out how to replace them. things don’t sound too good haha

to do
1. mail first four books from bookmooch
2. return skirt pattern to joanne’s cuz i bought the wrong size
3. work on halloween skirt
4. clean
5. dinner with parents at steakhouse thurs
6. appt with surgeon fri

add vulva to the list of words in the babel game…wtf. and pinion teehee

i got a myspace message from jason my senior prom “sorta date” (as he put it haha). that whole going together cuz neither one of us had dates thing and then i didn’t dance with him but played social butterfly all night. pretty neat to hear from him. we were never good friends, but we ate lunch together. haha we used to pay him 5 bucks to drink shots of hot sauce. ah the good old days 😛 but yeah. he spent 6 years in japan, married with twins. very cool. i think only adr will care at all about this paragraph.

so it turns out the scheduler gave most of the 10-6ers tonight 5-1 shifts tomorrow to “reward” us for having given us 10-6s tonight. as if that was a good idea AT ALL. to add insult to injury they moved us all up to 4-12 tomorrow. w.t.f. so it really IS work, sleep, work. luckily i pointed this fact out to grave shift when they came in and that i’d really like to get out early if possible so they got me out at quarter after 4. not like it really makes a diff since i won’t be alseep before 6 anyway….

went to the mall to find shoes. didn’t. it was packed too so it sucked and i was mad. i bought 3 books tho – readers digest complete guide to sewing, a book about the discovery of asbestos as a health hazard, and one about the 1960s.