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I am writing this blog because I needed a fresh start since my last blog contained a lot of information about the past that I wish would bury itself, and eventually it will if I give it a chance. Anyways, I doubt anyone cept Boo Boo is going to read this, but, if you are not Boo Boo, tee hee, then I think its important to point out that I may seem weird. And, I hate to break it to you, but I am. I have a lot of feelings. Feelings which I cannot wish away, nor eat away, for I have tried. I still try Potatoes are no substitute for blogging though. So much less satisfying
Though, I must say, hashbrowns are my weakness. Call me Lauren the Unicorn and take me to hashbrown mountain If you dont catch the reference, please brush up on your 2007 YouTube videos.
Speaking of YouTube, I havent been on that website since last month. I feel like Iapos;m falling into a mild depression because the things that once interested me, dont anymore. (Zoloft commercials. 2007) Instead of wasting my days with hours of simultaneous visual and aural stimulation, I read celeb blogs. Donapos;t get me wrong, theyapos;re okay, but not nearly as exciting as watching my favorite vloggers (shoutout to Miss Tuesday) do something silly

Let me share some feelings I felt today.
I felt happy when I had juice this morning.
I felt sad when people hated on me on my way to lunch.
I felt frustrated when I couldnt focus on doing any work at all today.
I felt relieved that I finished one midterm.
I felt disappointed when it became apparent that I am failing a midterm tomorrow.
I felt excited when I started a new blog.
I felt refreshed to look at my new blog and not see emotional rants about a particular person.
I felt joy when I saw a bunnyrabbit hop in front of me.

I have a lot of feelings.
Feelings are a good, healthy thing.
And I am really trying hard to come up with a rhyme, but its too late.
Good night and good luck.

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It occurs to me that the last time I went through and beat a Final Fantasy game was in 1987.

I got acupuncture done on Friday (Oct 17) and it was really strange and uncomfortable. Dr. Rode put these initial needles in and they were fine, but some of them gave me electric shocks. Others it felt like he was digging into my back with his thumb. It hurt. He is obviously a professional but Iapos;m not sure I want to go back for a second treatment. Itapos;s very uncomfortable.

In other news, I feel pretty good today. I havenapos;t had Stemetil in a few days and I donapos;t feel that nauseous. Maybe the acupuncture is working

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his b-day is this Wednesday and I still have no idea what to get him =[

i know where iapos;ll take him to eat though.


my momapos;s birthday is this monday i have NO idea what to get her

and my sisters is this halloween no idea either

the good news is were all going to get together in disney this halloween for her birthday =]

my d-baby is coming with =]

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� �After actively covering NASCAR for more than 40 years, I finally have to conceded that the fog of time has caused many of the race I saw to blend into the mist.
� �Several, of course, haven't.
� �The 1958 Southern 500 at Darlington...The 1979 Daytona 500...The 1980 World 600 at Charlotte...The 1988 Winston 500 at Talladega.� �And the Holly Farms 400 of Oct. 16, 1988 at North Wilkesboro.
� �The latter produced fireworks of a finish between Rusty Wallace, Phil Parsons and Geoff� Bodine, and a fire-breathing� feud between the late Dale Earnhardt and rival Ricky Rudd.
� �The action 20 autumns ago was rather typical for the .625-mile North Wilkesboro Speedway, and it's a main reason why so many fans continue to lament its closing in 1996.

� �That seasons's final Winston Cup Series event on a short track wound up as a throwback to the sport's rowdy old days on the smaller layouts, with a riled Rudd vowing vengeance against Earnhardt after a tangle that spoiled strong victory bids by both.
� �The two slapped sheet metal in turn one and again in turn three as they battled for the lead on the 361st of 400 laps.� They alternately had dominated to that point, with Rudd leading 154 laps and Earnhardt 107.
� � Rudd was on the inside, Earnhardt the outside when they first made contact.� Both temporarily lost control, but continued, with Rudd holding the lead.� Earnhardt, driving a� Chevrolet, popped Rudd's Buick in turn one on Lap 362, causing him to spin and bringing out the caution flag.
� �For the restart, NASCAR officials ordered both Rudd and Earnhardt to line up behind the other drivers on the lead lap--eventual winner Wallace, Bodine, Bill Elliott and Phil Parsons.� The penalties essentially ended the victory chances of both Rudd and Earnhard with so few laps remaining.� Never mind they had the two fastest cars, a fact Wallace conceded.
� �Bodine bumped Wallace's Pontiac� out of the way to take the lead in turn one on the final lap, but Wallace returned the shot to Bodine's Chevy in turn three and spurted ahead.� The Olds-drivng Parsons edged Bodine by inches for second place.
� �However, all eyes were on the garage area, not Victory Lane, at the conclusion.� What WOULD Earnhardt and Rudd do after finishing sixth and seventh respectively?� Get physical?
� �No, somewhat surprisingly, it turned out to be all-verbal.� But torridly.
� �Rudd accused Earnhardt of "a dirty move" and of "taking cheap shots.� He threatened to get even.
� �Earnhardt said, "Rudd hit me intentionally and wrecked my car."
� �Rudd continued: "Earnhardt went into the corner looking into his mirror and overdrove and I got around him clean.� My car was working good down ow, and that's where I was running.� He turned to the bottom of the track like he didn't even know I was there.� He wrecked himself.
� �"Then, he comes back and spins me in turn two, knocking my front end out of line.� Clearly, that was a dirty move.� Clearly, that was a dirty move.� NASCAR put us both at the rear and cost us a chance to win.� We got beat by a cheap shot.� If he wants to play this game, then he can forget the championship.� We have nothing to lose.� Next year, too, if he wants it.� I'm not going to be like some other drivers.� I'm not going to take this crap."
� �Added Earnhardt:� "Rudd turned me sideways in turn three.� Then I got into him.� I didn't mean to.� Even if I had, I didn't hit him any harder than he hit me.� I backed off so he could straighten out, but he spun anyway.
� �"Did they penalize Ricky when he spun me out the last time with four laps to go?� No.� He's the one that got rough.� I wasn't worried about the points race, I just wanted to win this race."
� �Rudd later was fined $6,000 by NASCAR for "over-aggressive driving."
� �The race's outcome left Earnhardt 188 points behind leader Bill Elliott in the chase for the Winston Cup Series championship with three races remaining.� Elliott, who finished fifth at North Wilkesboro that day, eventually won the title by� 1988 title by 24 points over Wallace.� � Earnhardt wound up third, 232 points behind.� However, Earnhardt reached seven championships, tying the record of Richard Petty, before losing his life in a 2001 Daytona 500 crash.
� �Rudd indeed later got a measure of revenge on Earnhardt.
� �During one of NASCAR's annual awards banquet in December at the Waldorf-Astoria in New York, the top drivers were introduced and brought onstage.� All looked dandy in their tuxedoes.
� �Asked to comment, Rudd wittily said, "All of us had nice shiny shoes until we got backstage, then Earnhardt came in and walked all over us."
� �Earnhardt now was introduced and he came out with face glowing red in embarrassment.� He had no comeback.
� �Ricky Rudd had, in a humorous way, intimidated The Intimidator.

� �� �

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Silly title, but quite befitting.

Hi

Work was... Unusual tonight. For a start I wasnapos;t even meant to be working, but I do need the money so I wasnapos;t complaining in the slightest. On getting there I learnt the guy who got me a position in Mutley who I never ever met is retiring tomorrow. Balloons were blown up but I couldnapos;t get them to stick onto the glass so a regular, Kelvin agreed to help. He ended up doing most of the legwork. I hate bloody touching balloons, anyway.

Halfway through this process some madcap comes in singing to himself. Okay, nothing too strange. He proceeded to demand sound effects to the dog races (he gave us a demonstration of what he meant by barking for about 10 minutes), sang Merry Christmas to us, almost basically forced everyone in the shop to admire the sunset (to be fair, it was rather lovely) and... Then it got a little ugly when he made fun of a co-workerapos;s accent. He stayed for ages before leaving and to top it off he was one of the annoying betters who wait until the bell is about to ring before asking to take a price. Git.

Still, he took the edge off an otherwise dull shift.

Until next time...
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Does the bookkeeper have to be crazy? Why canapos;t things just be simple?

Today was another one of her days. They some how always end up being one of MY days. A man called today to see if we had sent him some money that we owed him. I said, "Iapos;m sorry, today is my Monday and Iapos;m not sure what has happened over the weekend. The boss is not here but the bookkeeper is. Lemme get her on the phone to see if she can answer the question."

So about an hour later, I got the chance to ask her what happened. The answer was, I took care of it. Now I know that I didnapos;t really need to know what she did to take care of it, but when the boss calls to micro manage me to death, and I tell him about it. He is going to want to know what she did. If I donapos;t know what happened, he gets all bitchy. I am the boss and I should know all. So I pushed it. I asked three more times what she did. The only answer I got from her was, "I took care of it.".

At this point I have to do one of two things. 1. Scream at her (just so you know, I am not into screaming at 60 year old ladies). 2. Call Daddy (the boss) and cry about how she wouldnapos;t tell me what was going on.

She has this weird power trip thing that she has to do for some reason a couple times a year. The first one I had with her was over weather or not I should have a key to the personnel file. Her argument was that we could get sued over me seeing that stuff. It was a need to know thing. I am the boss, I need to know, end of argument right? Not with her.

I chose option #2 today. I called the boss, he got on the phone with her, then back to me. He said that she had 5 min to come out and apologize, then tell me what she did to fix the problem. I waited and she never came out. Half our later he called and asked if she came out and told me. I said no, she has been out but not talked to me. Then itapos;s back to the put her on the phone game. He talked to her, then back to me. This time she has 60 seconds to come out and tell me or I am to clock her out and send her home.

This is so much more drama than I am prepared for. I hate this crap. I also know that it is part of my job, but damn I hate it.

So after all this shit, she still wonapos;t tell me what it was. Instead I get an argument about how I took it to far and I got her fired. At no point in this did she get fired. All she has to do is tell me what she did to take care of a problem, or go home for the day. Some how, is this still my fault. Not hers, not the one who after all this bullshit still wont do what both of her bosses have told her to do. I finally got it out of her, then she went home. I donapos;t know if she has quit, or is just throwing the usual "I got in trouble fit.".

I think it is my age, but thatapos;s just a guess. I donapos;t know.

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I think Iapos;m addicted.

To ebay.

Again.

Iapos;m sorry...itapos;s the best way to buy Christmas presents that people actually WANT and not have to pay $2048953905873495834753945.

Example...

I got a pair of $295 jeans for...wait for it...$20.50. Helllooooo. Good deal.

But this brings me to whatapos;s been bothering me the last few days.

Have you ever felt like YOU are the only one that puts ANY thought into your Christmas gifts? Like...seriously?

My aunt is one of the toughest people in the world to buy for. Always has been. This year, I thought and thought and thought. I remembered her saying that she didnapos;t have any birthstone earrings or a necklace. So, for WEEKS I searched for the PERFECT pair of earrings and the perfect necklace. I FINALLY found it and I jumped on it IMMEDIATELY. Now, I put about two months into planning and execution of ONE gift, right?

She goes to JC Penneyapos;s and buys me a screen printed sweatshirt with a dog on it. WTF?

A. I donapos;t wear screen prints of animals with catchy little slogans on them. Iapos;m 30...not 50.
B. How much thought did that take...really? I mean...I donapos;t care if you spend $3 on a gift for�me...as long as you THINK about it. Iapos;m her Goddaughter for heavenapos;s sakes. Take a minute. Ponder what I might want. Hell, ask my mom for all I care. But DO NOT just buy me a screen�print sweatshirt with a dog on it and say "Yeah, Iapos;ll just get her that."

I donapos;t know. It just bothers me. And my mom is the SAME way this year. "Oh, well Iapos;ll just buy you stuff for your kitchen." WTF? Thatapos;s the easy way out. EVERY gift (of the 15+) that Iapos;ve gotten her is something that she loves/collects/or I saw it and thought of her. I just...I donapos;t get it. When did Christmas become this way? Itapos;s not even about the damn gifts. Itapos;s that you THOUGHT of someone. I mean...right? I donapos;t know. And when I say THOUGHT of someone...I mean you THOUGHT about what they would like.

Iapos;m just burnt on this whole thing already. After this weekend, I will be almost completely done shopping though...so no biggie.

More later...
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