Something to Pray About

Last night my mom, brother & sister were in a highway accident. Cameron & Juliane were taken to a nearby hospital where they were found to have minor injuries. Mom was life flighted to a trauma hospital. She has swelling on her brain, several broken ribs & hip, a collapsed lung, and some internal bleeding. She's now in an induced sleep in the ICU, and the doctors do not yet know how or to what degree she will respond when they wake her.

Please pray for my siblings, that they can handle the traumatic experience they witnessed, for my father, and for my mom, that she be healed & comforted by God during this time of pain and unsurety.

Forgotted some stuff

Julie IMed me. Here is the convo.

godlover: addddddddddriane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
godlover: see i trrrrrrrrrrrrried to post this on you blog... but i forgot my password... or my username... or a combination really... and so i couldn't post it...
godlover: you omitted the fact that you scared your dearest julie TO DEATH with your all night excursion... pshaw i say... pshaw... and you forgot to tell them about the quiktrip trip... and the unfathomable cups...just sayin
godlover: there it is... there it was,....
godlover: kk...

Julie called at 5 am Thursday, unaware of my whereabouts. Foolishly, I had neglected to inform her of my plans, and scared her to death. I'm glad to have friends who care.

And we made an emergency trip to QuikTrip on Friday evening, where we proceeded to get the BIGGEST size slushie drink...52 oz. That's almost a gallon of white cherry goodness. And Julie likes to emphasize that the cup was bigger than her head. They're still in the freezer (the cups...not Julie's head).

*Is Groggy*

I just woke up from a 6 hour nap. 6 hours. That's quite a substantial nap. I lay down at 11 am to read my book, read about 10 pages, and proceeded to merge into the realm of the unconscious. I'm not sure how I feel about this wasting of a Sunday, which could very well be used to, umm...study or something equally productive. However, I guess this means I needed the sleep, and I applaud my mind for complying with my body's request. Ok, now I'm just rambling, so I think I'll go read...for real this time.

All-Night Madness

Ok. So I shall now proceed through the events of Thursday night & Friday. Feel free to skip this part, dear readers, as I occasionally record things more for my own later recollection than for the humor others are to find (or, not to find).

After work on Thursday, I went to the Library where I began research for this stupid Government paper that has nothing to do with America. This is American Government. South Africa's human rights policies, while globally important, have little to do with American Government. Anywho, I searched for books on the topic (that's right...the olde fashioned way...do you like the way I spelled "olde"???) and then proceeded to the 4th floor to retrieve them.

Prior to actually looking at the books, I went to the computer lab to write a response paper for Lit Analysis. Then I checked out the stack of books (most of which I ended up not using) and got a computer on the main floor to find articles. At 2:00 they kicked me out. People don't understand when I tell them this...I left peacefully at 1:55...they didn't actually kick me out.

I went to the Lounge in the SU (open 24 hrs) where I put my stuff on a couch & got one of the 2 computers in there to write my ridiculous paper. At 7:30, I finished & went home, where I proceeded to take a shower & go to bed.

It was 8:00 & I set a timer for 90 minutes. Since I had to be at work at 11, I figured as long as I got up by 10:30 I'd be fine, but I'd try 9:30 and then see how I felt. I woke up to the sound of the chipmunk song (ringer) coming from my purse. The clock greeted me, with a big bold "11:22" as if to say, "ha! take that missy!" Yeah, it was the Pub calling. I, half asleep but completely conscious of the horror which was taking place, said I would be there in 10 minutes.

Usually it takes me about 8 minutes to get there. But somehow, I was able to put back on the clothes from the day before, brush my teeth, and run (yes, run) to the Pub in between 10 & 11 minutes. There, I was kindly told "Wow, your hair looks really great!" (dripping with sarcasm). A lady at the counter said, "That's not nice." I proceeded to forget about it, but 10 minutes later as she left, she told me, "Your hair looks just fine." Yeah. This is what we call a "bad hair day," in which the "bad" not only refers to the hair, but also the day in general. I did, however, get to pick up a paycheck after work :)

Last night was the Dallas Teen Prom for church. Julie went with me, and we had a lot of fun. Considering the fact that the guy-to-girl ratio is totally off-balance, we spent most of the time talking & taking pictures. Julie danced with a guy once, and I took a picture. At one point, Heather & I were discussing the apparent gender imbalance in the church in general, and she said, "I think we're just gonna have to convert some guys." She may be right.

I want to go to the Oklahoma on Friday to visit the UO Law School, but right now I'm scheduled to work. So I'm hoping to find someone to cover my shift. That's all for now!

Impatient Toddler-ish

I asked Julie & Zahra if they would like to go skydiving. Going with friends would be my only reason to go again, really, so they're thinking about it. Julie has been telling me she wants to, but I am requiring her to wait until tomorrow night to answer, as some time must be taken to think seriously about things such as this. She just came into my room, sat down, and...
Julie: *looks Adriane in the eye* I want to go skydiving
Adriane: Don't answer until tomorrow
Julie: I want to go skydiving. I want to go skydiving. I want to go skydiving...
Adriane: *repremandingly* Julie...
Julie: *getting up quickly & leaving room* ...but I'm not going to!

Today...

I think I'm being punished for the luxury of being on Starbucks all week. I keep burning myself. Yesterday it was on the steam wand, and today I spilled a very hot Americano on myself. The burn hurt for a very long time.

Yesterday I had a menu test. I spent the couple of hours beforehand verbally reviewing with every Pub employee (FOH & BOH) that walked by. I wouldn't be surprised if they became quite annoyed, though they did a great job of not showing it if they were.

Tomorrow I have a Government exam & a Gender Studies paper due. Behold, the following conversation with Christian:
*disclaimer: Christian is interviewing for a job. This requires a drug test. He does not do drugs.*
addicat123: i need to change a few things in my paper & study for my govt exam
addicat123: all before 2:00 tomorrow
damewood: join the club...I'm revising a paper, studying for my govt. exam and possibly having a drug test before 2 tomorrow
addicat123: hehe ok, you win
damewood: lol
addicat123: (can i blog that?)
damewood: sure
damewood: just put in context so your avid readers don't think I'm a drug addict or anything

I was cheated out of a cookie

About this I am not happy. "Great Value" & their Wal-mart headquartars will be hearing from me.

What "bugs" me

I don't like bugs...just in case anyone wasn't sure of this fact. This morning, there was a red gnat-like object on the mirror in the bathroom. I don't usually like to squish bugs, but I grabbed a tissue & proceeded to squish it...and then it disappeared. I promptly forgot about it.

Now I just arrived home from taking my murderous Linguistics exam & sat down at my computer. The bug has been patiently waiting on a post-it (that I have stuck on my rim at the top of my desk) for me to return home.

Perhaps Buggy & I will become friends...

So Blessed

I've learned over the past several months that God often puts people in our lives at the very time that we need them. They help us, and then hopefully we grow enough to be the right person for someone else. I'm also learning that sometimes things that seem purely negative often have a purpose behind them, and that just because we can't see what God has planned doesn't mean it isn't there...it means whatever He has planned is beyond the scope of what we are capable of seeing at the time. I would like to take this opportunity to say thankyou to all of the people that have been here for me when I've needed them, whether I knew it or not. I am blessed to have you all in my life, and through my trials and your support, I am hopefully growing into someone God can use to be a support and a friend to someone else. You guys know who you are.

Rain

It's been raining all weekend...I know we need it, but I've been out IN said rain all weekend! Today we had a Best Buddies event. My buddy & one of the other buddies announced that they are in a relationship :) It was cute.

Now I'm freezing (still) even though I've been inside for about half an hour. We got very wet going to and from the car & the mall & the houses & such. My toes think that they like the warm air, but have not quite "warmed up" to it yet (get it? warmed up? haha!).

The Culprit Has Been Found

peterface01: if you promise not to get mad at me, i will let you in on a little secret
addicat123: ok
peterface01: you know [Thursday] night when we were closing
peterface01: Matt asked me to fill the spray bottles because they were getting low
addicat123: annnnnd?
peterface01: among them was the little one that seemed to be screaming "don't do it, i'm Adriane's favorite" lol
peterface01: but i couldn't help myself, i had to refill it
addicat123: die! no, dont die...i'd feel bad
peterface01: but to my defense, the bottle that i grabbed did say multipurpose cleaner
peterface01:i guess they filled it up with degreaser
addicat123: well, since you fessed up & appologized, ill forgive you
peterface01: it was funny because it was dark in the kitchen as the kitchen staff had already left....
peterface01: and i asked Ben, "hey Ben why does this bottle look purple?" and Ben is like" oh it's just the label that is purple and it makes the whole thing look purple" i said "oh ok" and we left
peterface01:so oblivious to the rage that would set in when you got to work the following day
addicat123: indeed, you were careless
peterface01: carefree, i would venture to correct you
peterface01: and yesterday during lunch when i came in, you're already complaining, and i sat there with Tommy, thinking hard whether it might've been me, and guess what, it was lol :-)

Getting Sprayed

So I was very mad. I had a 4 hour tables shift at work today, and I couldn't find my favorite spray bottle. Anthony checked in the back, and as it turned out, SOMEONE TOOK MY SPRAYER & FILLED IT UP WITH DEGREASER!!!!!!! Not good.

The next best bottle doesn't actually spray the cleaner, but just kinda pukes it out. You'd have to actually see it. I'm told that I'm bad at making good funny insults, and that I'm too "white". I think there are some people who will help me to fix this.

About 10 minutes before I left, I took out the trash even though it didn't really need taken out. I was walking with the bag outside, when I suddenly wondered to myself, "Hmm...I wonder what this strange liquid could be that is seeping through my favorite jeans onto my favorite leg. Oh how nice, it's nasty-looking chipotle ranch dressing! I'll drag the bag on the sidewalk...but wait...now that's gross-looking! Allow me to run with this giant bag of trash to the dumpster!"

My co-workers brightened my day by drawing on my to-go box. Some of the artwork included my name, an angry face, "PG-13 Rated" with the "P" & "13" scribbled out, and what appears to be a pile of poo. I cut off the cover with the drawings & stapled it to my wall :)

Then I talked to Tommy for a while before leaving. We decided that if I am ever on a really long shift, and end up with a bag of trash all over me (for who knows what reason...it started with the dripping trash bag) then I'll have a major quitting event. Until then, I'm glad that I really like my job. When a tour group came in, and the guide said, "This is the Pub. They do NOT serve alcohol." Sprinkles? Milkshakes?

My sister flew out of Dallas to go home tonight. They let me go to the gate with her since she's a minor. They did a major searching of her backpack because she didn't originally send her laptop through the security system by itself. On my way out, I asked a security guard which way I should go. I wonder if they have some sort of walky-talky system, because as I reached the security entrance again, a guard said, "oh, there she is" and, making eye contact with a female officer sitting next to a barrier rope thing, pointed me in her direction. She then said, "Ah! Hi!" and let me out. I felt as though I were being observed by a giant group of airport security personel. I felt very important :)

Money Money

In keeping with the previous post's theme (coins), I've been thinking about those dollar coins that the US Mint came out with a few years ago. I remember I was in middle school. I thought that the new coins would soon catch on, and the entire US economic system would adapt to suit their hefty presence. Vending machines would have a place for dollar coins rather than bills, cash drawers would have an additional section, and people would walk around with bags of money tied to one of their belt loops rather than wallets protruding from one back pocket. Why did they make these coins anyway? It's not like there was any shortage of people spending money. It was probably some marketing technique used by the bored guys at the Mint, who said, "hey, if we make spiffy golden dollar coins, people will start spending money again! horray!" I'm disappointed by the fact that the coins have not caught on as I originally anticipated. My dreams of a dollar coin run America have been shot down, and I am now as sad version of my hopeful child self.

Money Money

In keeping with the previous post's theme (coins), I've been thinking about those dollar coins that the US Mint came out with a few years ago. I remember I was in middle school. I thought that the new coins would soon catch on, and the entire US economic system would adapt to suit their hefty presence. Vending machines would have a place for dollar coins rather than bills, cash drawers would have an additional section, and people would walk around with bags of money tied to one of their belt loops rather than wallets protruding from one back pocket. Why did they make these coins anyway? It's not like there was any shortage of people spending money. It was probably some marketing technique used by the bored guys at the Mint, who said, "hey, if we make spiffy golden dollar coins, people will start spending money again! horray!" I'm disappointed by the fact that the coins have not caught on as I originally anticipated. My dreams of a dollar coin run America have been shot down, and I am now as sad version of my hopeful child self.

Two Sides of the Same Coin

I'm a literary fraud. :(

But I made an A on my Lit Analysis paper. :)

And they call this love?

I got an email from "Yahoo Answers"...their way of advertising. Glancing over it, I saw that their sample question was "How do you know it's true love?" Then they gave sample answers from "real people". The answers were:
- There's no drama
- You meet the family
- You're willing to do things you hate

The first 2 seem unrealistic to me, but I don't have a problem with them on principle. Though there will doubtless always be some drama in every relationship & meeting someone's family can signify just that you're a people person or that everyone's schedule happened to work out for you to meet, I won't waste my time arguing with them.

However, I do have a problem with the 3rd answer. You're willing to do the things you hate? What the heck? If someone loves you, they're not going to be insisting that you do things that you legitimately hate. And if you genuinely hate something, you shouldn't spend your life with someone who will insist that you do it. If vacuuming really irks you, then don't marry someone who thinks that you should vacuum every other day. And if what's his name wants you to jump off a bridge to prove your undying love, well, perhaps you should reconsider whether their "love" stems from true affection of a wild side need for excitement. I know that this has nothing to do with most stuff, and it's really not that important...but I am easily annoyed by the misnomer of "love" in popular society. Perhaps people should nurture real love for another person, rather than a version fueled by the gossip of break-ups and one-night stands.

Fire! Fire!

About 15 minutes before Genetics was supposed to be over, a shrill noise cut through the discussion about "application of the Hardy-Weinberg Equilibrium Equation". It was the fire alarm, making a "whooo! whooo!" sound.

Then the alarm started to speak:
"Whooo! Whooo! There has been an emergency reported in the building. Please leave the building immediately, using marked stairwells and exits. Do NOT use the elevators! Whooo! Whooo!"

The voice was very calm. Then the whole thing began again. Then the professor said, "Well, we should take this seriously. See you next time." I think someone had some kind of exam in a difficult class, and opted to let the entire class out of it. How nice of said student...in a weird, illegal sort of way.

Daniel & I went to play music this evening. I had a lot of fun...it's been a while since I've played with piano. Then I went to get dinner at the Pub. They thought my violin to be my dictionary...or so they tried to convince me. Ha! I also tried the (apparently well-known-to-everyone-but-me) drink called the Michael Jackson Special...it's half coke & half sprite. It was surprisingly good.

Today's Random Fact: I really like to curl up with a textbook (or read-for-fun book...HA!) with wet hair & in my PJs to read. I can't stand the library, because it is just toooooo quiet, and often really cold. I like my apartment, but only when I can just hear a barely audible conversation taking place in another room...it lets me know that there are other people around & breathing, but doesn't distract too much. Sometimes, though, things get really loud, and then I prefer the Comet Lounge or the Cafe. Ironically, the Comet Lounge rules are "no eating, drinking, or sleeping" but the room is full of couches. Everyone sleeps. I know I like to sleep :)...what a rebel.

Poo

I hate Shakespeare. Wait, I don't hate him, because I don't hate people. Let's say that I strongly resent his constant writing of pointless garbage. As Julie said, "I appreciate what he did for the English language" but still. I'm not happy about reading Othello. There. That's all.

There is crud dripping from our ceiling. I saw a cup on the floor full of yellowish junk, but dismissed it. Then Zahra told me about the dripping. I looked up and saw 3 big wet circles on the ceiling. The ceiling is going to collapse on us & squash everything we own. Hopefully no one will be in the kitchen or living room, so they won't get squashed along with the normal contents of the rooms.

Linguistics was interesting today. Behold, several quotes:
Professor: Since you've forgotten everything...When I say "constituent heirarchies" what goes through your head?
Class: *silence*
Professor: ...besides "you bastard"?

The professor went to turn off the lights, and tripped over his laptop chord displaying the PowerPoint presentation. It was crazy...he landed against the wall & the laptop landed with a bang on the floor.
Professor: *looking at fallen computer* If this works again, everybody should buy a Dell.

It worked...so we were looking at phrase trees.
Professor: In which noun phrase tree are the men AND women old?
Student: The 1st one...but the 2nd one'll get you out of a lot more trouble!

Today's Random Fact: Apparently I'm a show-off...

Balls *giggle*

Last night we ordered the new Pizza Hut pizza with balls. We like the balls. We also like the garlic sauce stuff. It's probably 100% artificial. I'll die soon.

This morning I finally broke free from the prison that is Napster. I tired of paying $15 a month to download music, to which I could only continue listening by paying the ransom on the 14th of each month. When I went to cancel my subscription, they said "What, did you think it would be that easy? Did you not predict our customer service skills to be lacking, leading to a less than favorable impression on the majority of our customers? Instead of letting you cancel, which is what it said on the button you just pressed, we're going to be so kind as to give you our phone number, which you can call between the hours of 9 am & 9 pm, Eastern Standard Time, Monday thru Friday. We probably won't pick up the phone, because our customer service reps are taking a nap, a long lunch, a day off, or are playing some work-appropriate version of strip poker, and would prefer to continue their perversion rather than comply with their job description by answering the phone. Therefore, you will end up sitting on hold, using all of your cell phone minutes, for a very long time while we play popular music in the background and repeat our message about upgrading your contract every 12 seconds. You will be sitting there trying to read your assignment for Lit Analysis, but will be distracted by our constant playing of We Belong Together, eh eh eh. When we do answer the phone, we will tell you that your member ID does not exist, implying that the insane amount of time you've spent on the phone has given you dementia and cancer. Yes, both. We like to double up. Finally, we will ask you WHY you insist upon cancelling your subscription, as though we do not know the terrific crappiness that is our product. After you say that you have no intention of keeping it, we will put you on hold AGAIN while we claim to be "confirming" your cancellation. Really, we're just going back to our poker game. Was that Bob's shirt??"

Yes. That's what they said. Or maybe it's just the dementia kicking in.

I forgot!

I got my 5th perfect drawer at work last night! I got a Target gift card & a pin to put on my apron that says "High 5!"

Have you ever listened to a book on tape called "The Dilbert Future"? I have. This seems really familiar...

I'm too tired, ticked off, aggrivated, stressed to write substance now...

...but I shall say a few words. Today (or tonight) craps. That's right, it has gone beyond sucking all the way to the other end which is crapping. I feel really bad for using that language, but this is my blog & I think I'll just say whatever I feel like saying.

First of all, I have a severe handicap in that I can not deal with stupid people. Note to the general stupid populous: Stop being stupid around me or embrace my wrath.

Secondly, I'm very sore. And I think my lack of sugar is making me a b-word to be around. Either that or it's having a placebo effect. And my arms are very sore. Please discount all of this, however, because I brought it upon myself & I feel like somewhat of a hypocrite whining about it.

Thirdly, I'm frustrated about my looming midterm in Gender Studies and my "let's kill Adriane's A in Genetics" exam...in Genetics. It would be really stupid of me to imply that another exam would personify itself into attempting to destroy my Genetics grade. And if you remember, I have a very low tolerance for stupid people.

Fourth, I came home from work, started cooking rice to have with the chicken I brought home from the Mardi Gras party at the Pub, and took a shower. I set the timer for the 40 minutes that the package instructed me to do. Julie informed me later that something was burning, and what do you know, my rice is stuck to the pan & I get to spend more than 15 minutes scraping the pan to clean it (still not done) when the timer had 6 minutes left. And I start to eat my dinner, only to discover that the salvaged rice tastes suspiciously like a firework just went off in my mouth.

Ok, now that I've complained, I'll post a couple of convos that happened at work:
Greg: Have you heard of *band name*?
Me: No
Greg: I figured
Me: Are you making fun of me indirectly?
Greg: YOU ARE A SQUARE!!!

Me: Someone's gonna slip & fall
Piotr: It's probably gonna be you
Me: See I'll be unconscious & you won't get to say "I'm sorry"
Piotr: I'll write it down
Me: I'll be dead dead dead
Piotr: Then I'll meet you there

Also, yesterday was my first day off since I started working. So that was good.

Today's Random Fact: Whenever I feel crappy, I have a really hard time being nice to people. I think up satisfying things to say in response to their babble, but then decide that I will regret it & that I don't actually mean it, so I'm nice. Sometimes, though, I do snap at people. Don't take it personally. I will probably come back & appologize.