"'No' as in 'no', or 'no' as in 'maybe'?"

There has been nothing super interesting happening in my life recently. In fact it is unbelievably dull. All I ever do is work. That being said. Today was fantastic because I finally got new windshield whippers. It is a very exciting day. I just needed to share that.

Last weekend I went to my high school fiver year reunion. It's just kind of strange to have a five year reunion. Most of my classmates are borderline broke or have no idea what the hell to do with their lives. A lot of them have kids too. Part of me is super happy for them and the side is horrified at the thought of already being a mother. Their kids are soooo cute.

I do have to say that going made me rethink most of my life choices and I decided I wouldn't change much. Some days I think there's something wrong with me because I don't really want to be married or have kids, but that's because I have definite career goals. I am not so selfish that I want to try having the perfect family and the perfect career. I just don't believe it's possible for most families. It seems to me that people who have extremely successful careers don't have the closest families. Not that there is a problem with that. I just grew up in a family that was really close. If I ever have kids I want to be the one raising them, not a nanny, not a day care, me. Which is why I am focused on my life goals, if I get to where I want to go I will be able to raise my own kids.

That got surprisingly melancholy. Anyway, the really annoying part of the "reunion" (there were only like seven of us) was that the cafeteria had been remodeled. It looks fantastic. And I am annoyed that they waited till I left to do it. Mostly cuz they are building a new science building at the college I went to. Construction started the year after I left. Apparently I can never be at the school when it gets something new.

My ghetto car

Well something fantastic happened to my car. The door handle fell off on the inside driver door. Meaning I have to roll down my window to get out of the car. Or I could crawl over the middle console thingy and out the other door. One of the more annoying things is that I have a manual window, and the lock is right above the door so half the time I lock myself in while trying to get out. I look like an idiot.

Which is so different than normal. Not.

We got a new roommate, so now the house has six adults living here. Well, more like five adults and one teenager. I feel like most teenagers are able to make responsible decisions and shouldn't have their wings clipped because some stodgy adult can't handle the fact that there baby is growing up.

I am glad my parents never really did that to me. It would have ended really badly.

Of course I also subscribe to the free choices philosophy in life. If someone knows they are making a stupid decision and they choose to do that anyway, who am I to stop them. I've gotten a lot of grief over that opinion, some people don't understand how I can stand callously by and watch my friends destroy their lives. It was their choice, if I can't respect their ability to choose how can I call myself their friend? That doesn't mean I don't care, it doesn't mean I want them making those choices, and it doesn't mean I won't be there to help them pull themselves back together.

I firmly believe the world would be a better place if people laid off and let adults be adults. Even if that means their being childish. It would take all the fun out of rebelling. How could a teenager rebel if their parents just sit back and let them at the world.

And this went all  philosophical when I meant to complain about my car. Heh.

The insurance stuff has finally been taking care of from my last accident. But the windshield wipers still suck.

Snap, Crackle, Pop

A dear friend of mine has recently complained that Rice Crispies just are not as good as she remembered them as a child. I am inclined to agree. Not only is the cereal predominantly air, it's freak'n expensive. Or maybe that is just the college student in my talking.

Life after college is not what I expected it to be ... granted I didn't have any real expectations just a vague sense of "it has to be better." But noooooo.

Then again I am currently employed part time (Great news about that, but later), living at home (eek) in a freakishly tiny room (can anyone say smaller than a dorm room?), and my car is once again smooshed.

My freaking car is a magnate for disaster. Not only does nothing actual work in a manner designed for it, but it has been less than six months (okay almost exactly six months) since it last had a booboo. I do not know how these things happen to me, but they do and it is really irritating.

I was having the worst day ever, at least in recent memory. The night before I had stolen some of my sister's Chinese food only to find out it had been sitting out since lunch ... it did not agree with my digestive tract and I ended up with mild food poisoning (Yucky). By the afternoon I was bored enough to adventure outside all by myself and headed straight for the library. Mistake one.

I was patiently waiting for a car/truck/van thing to pull out of a space in front of me when the jeepy wannabe thing starts backing up, right into my car. I layed on the horn (which might not actually work) but they didn't hear that and in fact the stupid kid (yes he was definitely a kid) didn't even realize he had backed up into something until his car wouldn't go backwards anymore.

My passenger side door got taken out by tire. His freaking jeep wannabe thing didn't even have a scratch and mine has no right side mirror and a dent in the door. *fume*

Still not feeling very good I get out and find myself face to well not face because he was so short and pimply faced, and seventeen. He so did not look seventeen. He looked like a sickly sixth grader.

Anyway then we had to wait for the police (neither of own the cars we're driving) and it took forever. Also, on a completely unrelated note one of the other guys in the car swapped numbers with me (I have no idea what compelled me to agree ... I just. I don't even know.) And then, this is the punch line, he texts me the next day from his mom's phone. Seriously. His mom's phone. I cannot emphasis that enough.

His reasoning? His phone was out of minutes. Then he proceeds to text me obnoxious, totally obvious pick up lines. Desperate much. (We're not even going to touch on the fact that I actually agreed to giving him my number, it was a minor psychotic break down and will most likely never be repeated. Hopefully). I gave half hearted replies... I know it's shocking that I actually replied, but well, it's really boring here. 'Nough said.

Windshield wipers are about as helpful as printers

I am going to find the person who designed the timer on my wipers and do something really nasty. Like lock him in a room with my brother after he's had a turkey sandwich, or some other inhuman treatment. I know. I will shove him into an elevator with Richard Simons and make sure the music playing is "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves" by Cher, and it will only play that track, over and over, again and again, until the man dies from shock.



Why am I this angry over a the timing of my windshield wipers? Because it has three settings: are the wipers even on?, rain on highway, and so fast the wipers obscure vision without help from rain.

Only one of which is helpful and then I have only needed that setting like twice in the year I have owned my car. The slowest setting takes over ten seconds to cycle. Ten seconds. In what world would it ever be raining slow enough to take ten seconds to make vision difficult? It never take that long.

But if I am driving through town and it's sprinkling I have the options of raining windshield vs. squeaking blades because there is not enough moisture to effectively work. Neither is a good choice. I can either risk death by not having clear vision of the road or attempting to ram the back of another car because of the high pitched keening let out by the wipers.

Or I can just manually hit the wipers every time I need to see out my windshield. This gets very annoying, very quickly.

Since there is no good option I try to drive in the rain as little as is possible. And surprisingly this strategy has worked wonderfully. It would have continued to work wonderfully if I had not gotten an e-mail letting me know the book I had on hold at the library was finally in. Since it's been an epically long wait of maybe six days.

Anyway. I hopped into my car all psyched to get this book I have been absolutely dying to read. Fly through traffic while manually working my stupid wipers. I pull up in front of the library and there are no cars in the parking lot. Not a single car. This in a parking lot that rarely has more than five open spaces, ever.

I had forgotten that today is parade day and every office that can finagle its way into closing early does. This includes all public services. Stupid library.

Well I was rather pissy, seeing as how I will now have to wait longer to get that book I've been wanting to read. When I got back home I actually read the e-mail, instead of just the subject line. It wasn't even from the local library. It was a book I had put on hold three months ago in the Lincoln library. So annoying.

My love affair with a British transvestite

His name is Eddie Izzard and he is absolutely fabulous! Everything you need to know about Eddie can be found here.

I have added "Meet Eddie Izzard" to the list of things I must do before killing over. The last few days have begun with listen to short clips on youtube of his previous performances. Mr. Izzard is an all around awesome person. If you want to know more look it up yourself.

On a completely unrelated note my stereo in my car is better! Not good still, but better. When I went home for a break earlier and on my trip back to school I realized the auxiliary jack was broken. Well at least the button to change to that is broken. Stupid piece of crap.

Well I bitched about how terrible it was that I now had to use my remote to change channels and volume and basically everything else. A few nights ago I got in my car to go visit a friend. On the drive there I meant to change the channel but ended up hitting the wrong button on the remote. It switched it over to cd. Not something I was aware of the remote being able to do.

I should have been excited. A new move on my remote. Instead I was traumatized. My CD play has been broken since the first time I got into the car. It eats CD's and doesn't let them out again. Well the first time I went to stick a CD in the player I grabbed a random CD out of my case.

It was the Te Deum.

Which would have been fine except for the little fact that I could not switch it back to radio. Not a good situation to be in.

Well I finally sit down with my remote (It's very difficult to drive and figure this thing out at the same time) and push random buttons. Then magic happened and I found the corresponding button, the one that switched it back over to radio.

It was joyous moment with choirs singing in the background.

This marvelous achievement was followed by time with friends and coffee and Eddie Izzard. So really, what do I have to complain about?

(Everything)

Cars and bars

I parallel parked my car for the first time! Not only did I do that but I did it three times. What now? It was the first time I had ever attempted to parrallel park my car, and it was surprisingly easy, then again I have a tiny car. Super tiny. Not tiny like mini cooper tiny, but tiny like you will have no leg room in the back tiny.

This post has nothing to do with bars, but it rhymed with cars... stupid. Yes. But also badass... okay not really, but whatever.

I think I might have some strange disease, my hand itches like crazy. I really want to chop the stupid thing off so I can finally get some respite. Of course then I would have the horror of having a phantom itch for the rest of my life. Not something I am willing to live with. Plus I wouldn't be able to type... that would suck.