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Happy Adoption Day Lucie!!

If I have any hope of sleeping in the next week, I need to get my thoughts out of my head. I don’t know where I got the stupid idea that things need to be okay with me all the time. No matter what happens, it’s fine. But the thing is, it’s not always fine. It can’t possibly be. So I don’t know why I always pretend that it is. I think half the time I do it for my mom. Not that my mom can’t handle anything. It’s just that she ends up feeling so badly for me that she feels worse that I do. Then I feel badly for making her feel badly. It’s a vicious cycle. So, instead of dealing with all this, I just tell her it’s fine. Somehow this habit has carried over into everything else.

What brought one this middle of the night epiphany? My boyfriend and I broke up tonight. I called my friend Julz and told her. Then I filled her ear with a bunch of rationalized bullshit. I told her it was mutual, which is kind of true in the sense that I knew he just wasn’t that into me. I knew it. I just hoped that if I ignored that long enough, he’d never mention it. But he did, and here I sit writing. I still believe some of what I told her, like that fact that I think I may have liked the idea of him more than the guy himself. But still, I cared about him. It wasn’t love, not by a long shot. But still, I cared. A lot. So, after hanging up with Julz, telling her “It’s fine. It’s fine,” I realized it wasn’t. And you know what? It doesn’t have to be. This hurts. Bad. I hurt. And let’s face it. It’s kind of embarrassing too. It’s going to take some time, tears, and a lot of chocolate to get over. And I know that I will get over it. Knowing me, fairly soon too. I’m just going to need some space and a few friends’ ears (charge your cell phones, guys). I know things will get back to the point of being truly fine, even better than fine…eventually…

Welp, it’s that time of year when my finances go from poor to nearly nonexistant. So, I went and got myself a job at Barnes & Noble. I’m actually kind of excited about this. Kind of. At least I get to work in the children’s section. And I get to do story time on Saturday mornings, which is great because all those little kids are really cute. I picked the bookstore because of my love of… okay my obsession with books. Is it bad that when I got the job my first thought wasn’t “Gee, now I’ll be able to actually pay my bills”, but “Employee Discount!!!!!” (complete with drool and everything)? I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll be bringing home a paycheck every two weeks or just a huge bag of books. Oh, the possibilities!!

I am in a total blog slump. I’m not entirely sure why. I have stuff to blog about. I just don’t feel like it.

So, my goofy dog has now decided that she owns the bed whether I’m in it or not. You see, the head of my bed is against my front bedroom window. Lucie likes to lay on the pillows and look out the window all day. It’s like The Discovery Channel for dogs. Now that it’s getting light so early, the dog’s waking up at around 6. This is totally not cool. Instead of waiting for me to get up, she simply comes up and sits on my head. She is completely fine with this. I am not. This is bad. I’m losing my power over her. Hey dog! Respect my authoritay!!

Secondly, I live in a small community not far from Pittsburgh. It’s suburbia, or as SJ calls it “White People Land”. It really is too. Case in point. About 5 or so years ago, the local school district built a new elementary school. The old one has been up for sale since. Several months ago, a Pittburgh-based Islam group bid on the building. This is the first interest that has ever been shown in this building. Naturally, this did not sit well in White People Land. There were many protests made at community meetings and such. OMG! They could be terrorists!! Or worse!! They could MOVE HERE!!! Watch for falling property values!! FLEE IN TERROR!!! Because of all the ill will, the group decided not to go through with the purchase. This infuriates me on so many levels. First, these people aren’t terrorists. They wanted to open a cultural center, you know, a place that *educates* people against prejudice and stereotypes. Secondly, it would be nice to see different people in this community. When I lived it NJ, I thought it was awesome that I could walk out of my apartment and hear several different languages being spoken. We need a cultural infusion to get us out of this damn white slump we’re in. As for them moving here, I don’t know about you, but I like new foods! I could make new friends that would invite me over for dinner! Fun!! Alas, my xenophobic, closed-minded, conservative, super Christian, loser neighbors don’t see it this way. Tell you what, why don’t you call Jerry Falwell and tell him we have a building for him. At least then I’ll have a place to take out my rage on.

Hooray for spring break! Alas, no wet t-shirt contests for me. I’m headed to New Jersey (where I used to live). Glitter Sister and I are going to visit our family and some of my friends. We’re leaving tomorrow morning and coming home on Wednesday. I am *so* excited!!!!!!! I have *really* missed all my NJ people!! It’ll be so great to see everyone again!! I really want to go now. Really really. But I wouldn’t get there until about 11pm, so that’s out. Have a nice weekend everyone! I’ll see you next week!

Was it just me, or were the Closing Ceremonies…not good? I loved Andrea Bocelli (I think I spelled that right) and the flying men. Other than that, it was a bit of a letdown. For the record, I was deeply disturbed by all the brides. What in the hell were they supposed to symbolize? I personally think they would have fit a lot better in the last Olympics in Salt Lake City. At least in Utah a multitude of brides would have made sense. Secondly, if all Canada has to offer for the next Olympics is ice fishing and Avril Lavigne, I will be staying away from Canada for many years to come. My dad’s comment was “So they have a Brittany Spears too?” Yes dad, yes they do. And unfortunately they’ve inflicted her upon us.

On a more random note, my dad and I got into an argument last night (shock). He truly believes that oatmeal cookies, pizza, and anorexia are healthy. When I disagreed, he told me I was “very ignorant” because this was “proven science.” Okaaaay. Is this the first sign of dementia?? Should I be looking for a personal care home?? Help me people!!

So yesterday, some couple walked into a local gas station mini-mart and asked the clerk to warm up something for them in a microwave. When it gave off a funny smell, the clerk unwrapped the thing in the microwave and found out it was a penis. Yes, you read that correctly. A penis. She called police, and the couple fled. As could only happen in western PA, the penis turned out to be a fake. You see, the woman was going to have to take a blood test at work. She was going to fail. She asked a male coworker for some of his urine to turn in as her own. He gave her some, and by some brilliant flash of inspiration, they decided it would be best to put said urine into a fake penis, as if this would somehow authenticate the urine. They also realized that the urine shouldn’t be cold when they turned in the sample. Hence the mini-mart trip. Dude, you just can’t make this shit up.

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Woohoo! The socks are done, and I have officially completed the Knitting Olympics! I really enjoyed making socks. Because they’re small, I can make them in a short amount of time. The ADD part of me enjoys that. Plus, it was really fun watching my mom try to wrap her brain around how I could make something circular on triangular needles. lol