Sick of being sick!

Seriously! Will this sinus plunder ever withdraw to pillage another face/head/nose? Mercy! I cry, Mercy! I swear I have had a sinus issue since I was born. Did Mom not use the little suction thing enough or did Dad just squirt it back in? In three days I have drank enough tea to kill the average Englishman, ingested enough pseudoephedrine-acetaminophen-antihistamine-Guaifenesin to start a meth lab and used enough kleenex to mow down a forest.
I am the biggest threat to the environment right now.
Funny thing is... I'm feeling better today. :)
Now, anyone wanna come over for dinner?

And it's an exciting week for Romi...

Oh god, I already need another vacation. So I'm looking for jobs right now, it'd be ideal to have one lined up for when I graduate. Anyway I've sent out like five applications and I stress over each one. I know me, if I didn't I'd do all this work and then mail it and realize I spelled my own name wrong or forget a page of my cover letter or just ANYTHING. Hazel already realizes this because I've emailed her twice and had several people around here look at them.

So there's that, then I had a blind date on Monday, which was actually refreshing. There were no sparks or anything, but it was a nice night out. Oh, also I met this really cute cello playing philosophy grad student on Saturday. We didn't exchange numbers, but being librarians we tracked him down fairly easily. And then today I wrote him an email, but had Mel look it over first, because I freak over any letter writing I have to do. I just know I always do one crucial thing wrong, ALWAYS. Oh, and he wrote back and was happy to hear from me so that's positive.

On Wednesday, while I slept, someone enjoyed a cigarette in my car cleaned out my ash tray and then ASHED ON THE FLOOR! He took a dollar and didn't go through anything else. And while I pondered the thought of a stalker (Because January is Stalker Awareness Month!) I've decided it was just a homeless guy. After I needlessly worried Greg. (Sorry Greg) So I've decided not to booby trap my car with a seat cushion made of upholstery tacks.

No, I CAN'T lock the door! It's the principle of the thing damn-it!

Also I hate my classes. My profs will start getting helpful hints in the form of anonymous letters soon...

Damn Dirty Juice...

This is great and sad. I especially loved the "juice" comment at the end. Right up my alley! No, it's not a dirty "juice" comment , and not that alley. Hah!

http://wonkette.com/politics/top/ted-stevens-wife-always-plotting-against-us-229693.php

Oh yeah... I'm paying for it...

So I'm taking "Library Automation" which is supposed to familiarize me with various automation software and techniques for librarians. Yes, there is special software.

Anyway this is one of those classes where the teacher likes lots of "class participation" and today (2nd class session) we were covering hardware basics like "this is a parellel cable" type things and there was fun "can you match the port picture to the description of what you would plug into it" In color! Oh joy! But getting this class to participate was like pulling teeth, I was yelling out lots of answers just to get it going. At one point he had us write down the "Windows Software Family Tree", I wondered out loud if it wasn't like a southern family tree in that it has no branches and was awarded with a few snickers. Anyway then he wanted someone to write it on the board and NO ONE GOT UP! Just as he was saying "Don't make me point someone out." I was like "oh jesus" and grabbed someone elses notebook (no I didn't do the excercise) and wrote their answers on the board.

Afterward D---- (fellow student) said "Romi, I see you were annoyed with the lack of participation." to which I replied "Class participation makes class go faster!" "Hmm" said D----- "I'm beginning to realize this."

Oh, god, just end my pain now, END IT!!! And I can't even get people to go out for half-price martinis. Just what the hell is going on with this world?!?!

My Vacation

So I took my mother to the Forever-a-tron, she loved it. And then we went to the Wolershiem Winery and then I had an undercooked hamburger and got food poisoning. Yeah! Mom stayed till Thursday and it wasn't all that exciting. Though she started to call the C bus the Krout bus. We were driving along and she yelled: Look its the KROUT bus! Because C ROUTE says Krout! But that was the most excitment. Otherwise we did normal things and all the churches and meeting times were pointed out to me, I need to get my elbows off the table and stop using bad language. Its nice to be alone again...

Uh Oh!

How many of you drink that POM juice? Well, I just found out that they do their testing on animals. I was never a big buyer of it, but I won't be buying it now!
Just thought I'd let you guys know.