eric went and did it.
hahahahah it’s still fabulous!
i wonder if it’s possible for women to become buddhist monks. just because, i’d really like to go join a monastary for a year. just leave life behind, learn what they have to teach me, live simple for a year, and then come back to life with a new perspective on things. shave my head. i think it would be really interesting and a great experience. was thinking about when mom and i stopped at the monastery in woodstock ny after our hike to overlook mountain house. i’d like to go there, not to like, the abbey near geneseo and make bread with the monks. *edit* well the place in woodstock has a 3 year 3 month meditative retreat…3 years is a long time tho…
anyway.
i really really hate that i can’t go into a citibank branch anymore. i don’t know what’s going on with my credit card. someone from one of the websites that my credit card was used at called this morning to ask if i made the charge. and i said no of course. but i can’t understand people on the phone so i don’t know what company she was from. looking at my statement it seems i have already been credited for 5 transactions by the companies they were made at…tho the amounts don’t exactly match. arg.
ok WHAT THE FUCK. now someone is using my credit card. i signed onto citicards to pay my statement and the site tells me to call customer service because of high risk activity…ok what? i look at my statement from the 29th until now and i have all these charges for online calling cards, a charge from london and other stuff that the lady on the phone said but that isn’t on my online statement. i didn’t say anything to the lady, other than give her my account number, and she started rattling off all these charges, and i’m like WTF. the charges listed so far are for 10$, 10$, $4.81, $50 and $10.78 and the charges she mentioned were higher amounts.
and in the last 2 minutes that it took me to call her ulcer reared its head. omg i’m dying.
and now that citibank became M&T i have no citibank branch to go in to ask about my credit card. the lady is cancelling the account, sending me a new card, and all this stuff to fill out for the fraudulent charges.
i’m getting sick. woke up stuffy this morning, which happened the day after the toronto show too, but this time it didn’t go away. and i’ve had a sneeze stuck in my nose for the last 8 hours, and i just can.not.sneeze to save my life. ug. i should have stayed at work, since they had a spot for me at 4, but i just want to sleep. for the first time in 13 weeks i do not have a 10-6 shift next weekend, so i’ll be getting a 40 hour check finally next week. and with no late starts, that means i can be up “early” if anyone wants to explore. will have to see what the others have in store…
and now my legs definitely hurt. it’s my calves more than my thighs oddly…
Happy Days of Young Sheep: I’m a sheep, young handsome sheep. They say every sheep looks like me very much. But look at them carefully. Their faces are a little bit difference. So I’m lonesome sheep. Would you date me?
printed on Japanese stationery
ha
thursday turned into an interesting day. i was expecting to hear from drie who was in town with an explorer from dallas about going to bct. met them at the building around 4:30 and did that and the roof. they were headed to toronto to meet up with ian and kowalski for dinner and invited me. sure. i had nothing else to do.
picked up kowalski on the side of the road near union station then drove around to find a place to eat. ended up at an italian place in the gaybourhood. ian met us there. great food. after that we decided to go crane climbing. that’s a first. i’m not a climber. so we drove out to the cityplace construction sites but were foiled there, lots of activity. and it was like midnight at this point. so we went off to the college park site. no problem. got inside easily and took the stairs up to the 26th floor where we encountered a locked door. shit. i half jokingly asked if the elevators worked. and they did. so we bypassed the locked floor and continued our way up. 52 floors. yikes. i almost died. somewhere in the 30s we heard music. crap. someone else was in the building with a radio on one of the 20s floors. oh well, we were already this far…once we got to the roof i was way too tired to climb the crane. that and i decided that i have no problem with heights if i’m on something solid, but i don’t think i would have done well on the crane. so i chilled there while the rest of them went up. then we all hung out on the roof for another hour probably. so on the way down the man with the radio had moved up to the 40th floor. we got by him though, and took the elevator the rest of the way down hahahahahah.
took ian to his car, took kowalski home, and drove back here for drie and brian to crash on my floor.
69 flights of stairs yesterday. my ass and thighs better be stunning now. surprisingly, my legs don’t hurt, but my ankle does…
so my mom and aunt when cleaning out my grandma’s house found a scrapbook under the couch. my mom asked if i ever remembered grandma talking about how she was mad at grandpa for calling up an ex-girlfriend molly and talking to her for like 2 hours on new years some year. i said no. never heard that one.
my mom often would find random words cut out of newspapers and magazines around the house, stuffed in books, and always thought it was weird.
the scrapbook contained paragraph after paragraph, each different, completely formed out of cut out words and letters, by my grandma, about this woman molly, and how she was a slut and a whore and a “good time charlie”. obsess much?
my mom wonders now if my grandpa maybe had an affair. not that it would have surprised any of us.
but my grandma was completely and crazy obsessive about it. i asked if i could have the scrap book and mom said they threw it out. WTF?! that’s EXACTLY the kind of crazy shit that i like!
god work sucked ass today. mr scheduler had been doing better once i complained about being on midibacc 8 out of 9 days. i’ve only had it about once a week since then. now it’s been 2 out of 3 days. but i said i’ll be optimistic, and try to be in a better mood about having to deal that piece of shit game. and everything was going fine until Most Hated Player Ever showed up. i thought i was safe at first because he wasn’t on my table. but he came over and kicked his friend out of the seat at my game so he could play. that’s pretty normal for MHPE. that’s when shit hit the fan however. the friend went to give me his 500$ in green chips to change into black chips, and his finger is gushing blood from a bandaid he had on. so i said there was no way in hell i was touching those chips. the guy tries to hide his hand behind his back as if i didn’t see blood dripping down his finger. and it’s getting worse, his whole hand is now covered, and i’m not touching those fucking chips. luckily i had big steve as my floor, and he doesn’t take any shit. so he told them that we absolutely were not going to touch those chips. well the friend leaves to go get bandaged up again, but doesn’t take the chips and MHPE starts trying to play them. and i’m like I AM NOT TOUCHING THOSE CHIPS! and he’s all, oh it’s ok, no blood on them. no it’s fucking not ok you piece of shit. so in the end there was lots of yelling, and me refusing to touch the chips, and him trying to play them again once steve went on break, as if i wasn’t going to notice and touch bloody fucking chips. finally xiao in whatever language got him to take the chips to the cage.
but then after that came all the back betting and usual bullshit that comes along with MHPE and the rest of those fuckers. i fucking hate that game. every one of them should die. i eventually asked to be taken off and moved, so i ended the last 2 hours on pai gow.
and on top of everything i just feel generally unwell. my stomach is just not happy, it doesn’t matter what i eat or do. it’s not the total world is ending pain of when the ulcer is bad. it’s just slight nausea, slight indigestion, stomach making noises etc. general feeling of sick. but it all makes me nervous that suddenly it’ll change to world ending pain, and i can’t function at that point. i have a dr appt on the 13th but i just got a letter that the NP i usually see left the practice. so i have to call and reschedule with one of the 2 remaining doctors. arg.
and the gas company called me today about the note i sent them with the bills i keep getting for the old apartment. i didn’t feel like answering the phone, and i assume they’ll be closed tomorrow. will have to tackle that wed i guess. and call about a dr bill that i don’t know why i got. and figure out if my paycheck actually got deposited into my bank account when this weekend my bank switched to m&t and there were a few days of bank limbo when my check would normally appear in my account.
oh, and in the news today a woman was found dead (but not murdered) at michigan central station. she so totally was not there on the 25th when we stopped by before the show.
so excited, the movie premier tonight at the terminal was great. we had way more people than expected. the informal head count for the first screening was 500, a bit less for the 2nd. sold out of pizza in an hour and had to get more. sold 2 kegs of beer, half the dvds, lots of other merch. yay! so glad it worked out, especially since the last few days were a bit crazy.
i got my boots today. wore them a bit at the terminal, but i definitely need socks with them haha. now i know. still waiting for my set of different gauge earrings tho. grr. trent tomorrow. 🙂
i met my new ue/myspace friend after the movie today. he’s shorter than me so i know he won’t kill me and leave me in a silo now hahaha. ian came to the movie too, made plans for next sunday. should be a fun time.
it’s hot again. yuck. and more ants.
so tommy had gotten me a vintage sabres jersey from salvo when he was working there. and i kept forgetting, then he misplaced it, and then i forgot again. so he gave it to his neighbor who i work with to give to me at work. so i got it last night. it’s john tucker (i think john is his first name), #7. steph washed it for me and everything so it’s nice and clean even. and it doesn’t smell like salvo. steph thinks tommy is still in love with me however. i should probably call him and say thanks.
prison of the psychotic damned premier tomorrow. EVERYONE IN THE VIEWING AREA SHOULD COME. come on, it’s only 5 bucks. it’s a short drive from toronto and rochester. you’re helping a good cause. and get to see a scary movie with hot girls and nudity. and beer. and wine. do it!