everything will be ok

I believe in this.

opening up the possibilities

So I've been catching up on my movie watching these last two days. I tell ya, it's great. No work. No responsibilities. No trouble. No hassle. No customers. I love it. I think I want to become a movie critic. Yep, watch movies and write about them.

Except, I don't know if I'd be able to sit around all day, every day, doing nothing.

OKAY NEW PLAN!!

I will have a real job on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, and then a movie watching fake job on Sundays and Tuesdays. Saturdays and Holidays are for practicing bungee jumping and learning how to belly dance.

HEY!!! Look what I can do.

So look what I've learned to do with Photoshop. Suhweet!! Now, I can make my pics all glowy and fantastic. Actually, I've always been able to do this, but now I can do it in as little as three steps. Hey, I should teach a class on creativity or something, after the last dull class I've taken, mine would probably be like an amusement park thrill. Not to brag or anything, it was just that slow. Wait. Can you teach someone to be creative? Isn't that a gene you can get from your mother? It's like showing someone how to draw, or be funny. Either you can or can't. Okay, since I've now just realized this, I'm going to disprove this idea in my class.

Alright, I know I know. Lame, right? At least I can find excitement in my ideas.

Oh. . . I'd love it if you broke my arm!

I have a sore elbow. I fell the other night and alcohol was NOT involved. I'm not much of a drinker, but people seem to think it was the cause of my sore elbow. I mean, it was pretty clumsy, and most drunk people have better coordination anyway.

I've been wearing a sling. It helps a lot with the pain, but since it's wrapped around my good arm, its only dead weight. I've been getting a lot of broken wing jokes at work.

I kinda dig the sling though, it brings back my elementary years. I sort of want a cast, too. I’ve never had a broken arm before but I used to fantasize about breaking something. I used to dream, ”If only I had a cast on my arm, then every thing would be great." I swear, thoughts of a fresh white cast danced in my head. I’d be so popular what with all the other kids lining up to sign it.

I used to plot out several bone-breaking plans, but I never had any guts to pull them off. A lot of free falling ideas. Then of course, I'd get jealous when someone else would strut in with a freshly slapped-on cast. "I don't care if its hurting YOUR arm, give it to me!"

I'm not very exciting for having a house to myself

So I've been feeling lousy lately and I decided that what I need is really a good night's sleep. I have the house to myself tonight (very excited) so what I'm doing now is making a reMIX cd of ocean waves and some nice mello cello. Then, I'm going to slather on some Banana Boat SPF 15. I love the smell of suntan lotion. Mmmmmm. So I figure the beach-like sent will waft directly to some part of my brain while I sleep and conjure up an ocean, hammock, coconuts, and cute boys.

Ha. I'm playing mind control with my own mind! If it doesn't work, at least I can use the lotion as a nice mosturizer.

London battle over "Purity Ring"

I'm not really sure why, but I found this article really interesting. Ironically, not really the part about kids practicing their faith at school,(which has its problems too) but the fact the school banned jewelry altogether. I'm sort of curious how strict the high schools in London really are, I thought my high school was bad when girls had to be completely covered up from neck to knees, but it sounds like in London, wardrobe almost has to be completely preapproved before worn in school. It kind of seems like they want to make the public schools private, but non-religiously.

I don't know, see for yourselves. Click for “purity ring” link.

Sad Song Video Guy

I saw this on dooce.com, she had a daily link to it. It's kind of a long video, but Fredo created it in AfterEffects. It reminds me a little of Imogene Heap and I love the sky montage at the end. Anyway, it's really. . . neat.

The Sad Song Video


Reader's To Do List: Look into Imogene Heap

Mitchers!

I rent a lot of cars, but I don't always know everything about them. So a lot of times, I drive for like ten miles with the emergency brake on. That doesn't say a lot for me, but it really doesn't say a lot for the emergency brake. It's really not an emergency brake, it's an emergency "make the car smell funny" lever.

kelsey note #2

NYBOR

Robyn my dearest

What should we call that guy who likes you? We should call him a name. . . like

STOP READING
You are a bad listener.

Maybe we should name him Trihsder <-(red shirt)
or
Hemp necklace man
speaking of hemp necklaces . . . I'm a fan

How are you paying attention to this? I don't think you are actually listening. I think you are daydreaming about Trihsder. I can see it on your face you are picturing what your kids would look like aren't you? Robyn slow down. we don't even know Trishder's last name. how do we know it will sound good with Nybor?

I just looked up for a second to look like I am paying attention and all I heard him say was "and, and, it, and, er, and, but." That is what I have gotten out of this lecture.

Agh please stop talking Enrique(snaps) you have to snap after a name like enrique.


Y A H O O O O O O O O O !

29% of people still use Yahoo? I bet they are from the south.

I can't believe he has been talking about search engines for 40 mins! Your eyes are totally glazed over. Woah he totally came over and walked behind us. He wants to read your note! back off Enrique(snaps)

Oh my gosh Trishder keeps looking over hear. <-hear? that is so wrong!

Agh I have to leave!!! I can't handle over 3 hours of this class. ADD has taken over my brain. I hope you are taking good notes. Oh wait we don't need notes it is all in the book! I am leaving.

Kels to the ey

kind of scary

Interestingly, I don't remember much of what happened today. I mean, that sounds odd, but . . . I really can't. It freaks me out a little, like I need to be locked up or something (though, hopefully not as intense as that). Right now, I'm sitting in my room with my laptop in the lap (literally) with that groggy, sleep-all-day feeling. This is what I do remember:

waking up
washing hair & brushing teeth
eating lunch
working on T-shirts
getting ready for and showing up to work
feeling very heated and barfing in the bathroom at work . . . twice
Mom waking me up at home, in bed, in non-work clothes.

So I know that there has to be something in between getting sick and waking up because I drove myself to work and I couldn't have just left without anyone knowing, I mean, and I had to have told somebody I wasn't feeling good, right? AND my car is definitely in the driveway right now.

Maybe I was just very concentrated on getting out of there and home that I forgot what happened, like I was in a daze. . . or a zombie? Scary, right?

So anyway, if I called or texted any of you, I'm sorry. I was probably in panic/guilt mode.


Moral of the story: Don't eat tomatoes when you have an ulcer.



Alright, enough of that. I think I should go back to bed.

buyer beware

So . . . I'm a big fan of Lipton's Green Tea, it's quite delicious. You shake it and then drink it and everything's great. It's so great that I wanted to try the NEW! White Tea. Here's the thing, I shook it and then TRIED to drink it, but it fizzled everywhere like a volcanic eruption and everything was NOT great.

I figured this was a fluke or something. I mean, why would it explode everywhere? So, of course I had to shake another one and open it.

EXPLOSION!!

I searched the label for where it should say to shake it up, but instead it read, "For best taste. . . drink by date on bottle."

[face turning red with anger]

Soon after, the doorbell rang and the UPS guy had a package to deliver and I'm pretty sure he was chuckling at my brand-new Lipton White Tea-produced see-through T-shirt.

This is why you don't drink caffiene at 2 in the morning

Once upon a time there was an ugly man. He lived in the Jungle.
He was half man half monster. He ate green gorillas. When he was 3 he was very nice. Then when he was 12 he turned into a monster! His name is the Purple Graveyard Monster.
His planet was called Oookkyy. He has a space ship. It can go 8,000,000 miles a day. On Thursday 1980 he went to earth that very day.
Then he saw another planet. It was called Earth.
Then he landed in the Mississippi river.
Then the monster saw something. It was Captain America!
Captain America fainted. He was hypnotized. Then he got un-hypnotized. For that he shot a laser at him. Captain America took his shield out and Palaaka! It reflected back to the monster!
...to be continued...

Mitchness

I was going to have my teeth whitened, but then I said "F that, I'll just get a tan instead

life is a highway and I want to jump out of the moving vehicle

So last night I took my cousin out driving, he's fifteen and a little shaky. It was interesting, it reminded me of when I first started, but Nate (who was sitting in the back seat) was the best back seat driver I've ever seen. That means he was absolutely and fantasically annoying, for all of those who couldn't pick up on the irony.

Anyway, while I was yelling at Nate for talking so much, my cousin kept taking HIS side, because it was easier work on him.

R- "Okay, Jonathan. Now switch into the next lane. We're going to take a right at the light up there."

N- (Looks back) "You're good. Move over now."

R- "Nathan! At least wait for him to look so HE knows its okay to move over."

J- "No. I like it when he tells me."

R- "Yeah, because he's doing your work. This isn't something you need to learn once and you're done with it."

N- "Shut up, Robyn."

Sparklers

feeling a rumbly

Rice is great when you're hungry and you want 2,000 of something.

the #1 carpet installation team

An interesting event happened today and rather I go into detail (I'm a little angry and I don't really want to say anything mean or regretful), I'm just going to say this: When you're providing a service there are three things you should just not do: 1. Show up unannounced 2. Stay for 6.5 hours 3. Leave small traces of blood on the door, around the sink, or on the floor.

Other than that, there's no doubt we'll be on good terms.

Darwin Award #122: Cow Bomb

A dairy worker who heard that bovine flatulence was largely composed of methane, and potentially explosive, decided to apply the scientific method to the theory. While one of his contended cow charges was hooked up to the milking machine, he waited for the slight tail lift that dairy workers know signals an impending explusion, generally something one avoids. Our hero struck a match.

His satisfaction at seeing the resulting foot-long blue flame lasted mere seconds, before the flame was subsumed by a rectal contraction. The poor Holstein exploded, killing the worker, who was struck by a flying femur bone.

Albert Einstein

"Only two things are infinite-the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not so sure about the universe."

"Dad quote"

"Growing up, my Mom told me that when the ice cream truck played music that meant they were OUT of ice cream."

talk about pathetic

So Kelsey and I are back from Michigan and sore (from which you should already know) and we have a night class together at Harper. Now the stairs in front of the building were a little challenging, but they are shallow, so we managed. . . very slowly. The hardest part to come were the set of front doors. We each grabbed a door handle and yelled in pain. Seeing that there was no easy way to do this, I managed to widdle my foot through the open space and get my door open, but Kelsey was still having trouble with hers. So after sliding through my open door, I went inside and leaned my back against her closed door, only to only help open it as she pulled it forward. However, I forgot that I had sunburn on my back. . . really bad sunburn. So here we are, and I'm sure any onlooker would be in much confusion as to why two girls can't seem to get a door open like regular people. I'm screaming as I'm pushing with my back and Kelsey is screaming by pulling with her arms.

What losers, right? The door finally opened, but we didn't really feel much accomplishment after glancing at the staircase ahead.

and now I'm back. . . from outer space

Well, back from Michigan and more sore than ever. Spending all day in the sun and on a boat really does a toll. My skin and muscles ache from the sun and playing in the water.

WATER TUBING ROCKS!!! I felt like James Bond,(and pretended to be him) it was awesome. We introduced Dea and Jodi to tubing and I think they've become lifers. Everyone needs to join the club, it's the greatest experience you'll meet when you can still form a grip.

Then there's also chocolate covered pretzels, which are scrumptious. I'm a big fan, especially when they hand make them in front of you at the Fudge Shoppe. I'd marry a guy if he gave me chocolate covered pretzels (not really an exaggeration, but I could still be under their delicious spell).

Vacation pictures to come. . .