Impressive...

I amaze myself...seriously.

Saturday, I was at the mall (Gateway to be specific), and I was doing some window shopping. Window shopping is just about the only shopping I can do these days, but I digress.

Anyway, I was leaving Forever 21, and was digging in my purse for my sunglasses. I glanced up to make sure I wasn't going to run anyone down or anything while I was searching, and located the door...or what I THOUGHT was the door. Next thing I know, I'm walking into a plate glass window. I made this god awful scream sound that I don't think I could recreate if I wanted to, and bounced off the window with my FACE. I immediately turned around to see who had seen me do it, hoping against all odds that no one had been watching. I was wrong. Half the fucking store saw me. A dude who worked there made a joke about the windows being really clean...I just hissed "YOU SAW NOTHING!" and ran out as quickly as I could, laughing at myself the whole way.

Turns out, Gillian was at Sanctuary and had seen me walk by so she texted me to tell me to come see her at the salon. I headed over to share my story with her, but I was so frazzled that I basically did laps around Gateway trying to remember where Sanctuary is. I finally called Gillian to ask her, only to be told that I had walked past it at least 3 times. She was watching me from the window.

So, I've been trying to decide what to do with my hair lately, as far as color goes...and I think Saturday's display of stupidity may be pushing me more toward going back to blond. Clearly, my natural color is fighting its way through.

Damn the Man!

So, Whil found a job a few weeks ago working as the "Greeter" at the Verizon store at Gateway. They pay was AWESOME for what he was doing, and it was within walking distance from our place (a short walk, even), so he was really into it.
The only downside was that he was required to take a drug test. I'm sure you all know what that means for Whil...the chances of passing that are slim to none. But he gave it a shot. They started him before he found out the results of the test, but we weren't counting our chickens just yet.

The poor dude quit smoking the wacky tobaccy for 2 whole days (a feat I was particularly proud of him for), and got one of those cleansing drinks and did the whole deal exactly as he was instructed to. It seemed like there was a good chance he could pass it. Well...we found out today that he didn't pass it. Shock of all shocks, he tested positive for marijuana. He was SO bummed about it. Verizon and Adecco (the staffing agency that placed him there) said he can't work for them for at least a year! He's blacklisted for smoking pot. It's fucking ridiculous.

Now, I don't get high...I used to, but it's just not something I'm interested in anymore. However, I fully believe it should be legal. It's just so stupid to me that someone can come in and work for you and do a great fucking job, be a world class guy all around...but as soon as you find out he gets high in his spare time, you don't want him anymore. FUCK THAT SHIT.

I would venture a guess that at least 95% of my closest friends are avid pot smokers, and they are some of the BEST people I could ever hope to know. They are all functioning members of society, and all very intelligent and motivated. But still, unemployable by some standards. It's ridiculous.

So poor Whil is sitting at home, bummed as all hell, feeling like he failed himself and me. I know what you're all thinking...why doesn't he just quit? To that I say why don't all you Prozac loving depressed people quit taking the drug that keeps YOU leveled out?
Pot is Whil's natural way of keeping himself happy. He has his issues, just like we all do, and sometimes it would seem, even worse than we all do. But he doesn't believe in mood altering, FDA approved, anti-psychotics...and I don't blame him. Pot works for him. Come to think of it, it works for all kinds of people suffering from one ailment or another. Fuck, they prescribe it in other states...but here Whil is being turned away from a job he was doing a great job at, because the government hasn't found a way to make money off of his brand of Prozac.

I'll stop ranting and raving now...but I'm not pleased.

If anyone knows of a job that Whil may be good at, let me know. He's kind of fed up with call centers and is focusing on his own business venture at the moment, but is looking for part time work. Let me know if you hear of anything.

Stupid fucking shit. Ugh.

This time it's different.

So Myspace has these annoying intuitive ads...they take shit from what's listed on your profile and put ads on your homepage. Sometimes, they make sense...others not so much. Key words will only give you so much. Anyway, today Myspace gave me an ad about a Conor Oberst side project. THIS...I am interested in (say what you will, I will not feel bad for loving him).

So as I did some research and listened to what he had put out there, I also came across some Bright Eyes videos I hadn't seen. Namely, First Day of my Life. I fucking ADORE that song. It is everything I have ever felt for Whil put to music. I get butterflies in my flabby tummy every time I hear the first picking of the guitar. It is incredible.

Anyway, so I find this video...I can't say for sure if it's the video they put out for it or not (I may love them, but I'm not too concerned about looking into that kind of shit, give me the music and I'm happy), but it's just...it's perfect.

I sat here crying in my office watching it.

So now you watch.

SauerKraut?

OK...so it turns out I kind of suck at this blogging thing. Whoopsadaisy.

So, this last weekend was pretty eventful. On Thursday, I turned 26 which is just about the worst thing I think I have ever had to type in my life. I refuse to get any older. REFUSE.
Anyhow, the girls and I all went to Metal Gods in celebration. Good times! I got shitty shit shitty and made an ass of myself, but that's A-OK with me...it was my birthday, damn it and I had the Tiara to prove it. I'm happy to report that there was no vomiting on my part, either which is a massive improvement from my 25th birthday, in which I spent a good 2 hours vomiting in various receptacles (apparently the toilet was not satisfactory).
The next day, Whil and I went to the Social Security office so I could finally get my SS card with my legal name on it...but apparently I didn't have the proper documents. Why the lawyer sent me a huge packet full of documents that are of NO use to me, I have no idea. So now I have to go to the county building and have them dredge up the original decree with some sort of stamp on it. I have one with a stamp, but the dude at the SS office says my stamp is no good. I feel bad for my stamp, he gets no love.

So after wasting a couple hours at the SS office, we headed to Ikea. My Dad and Michelle gave me a gift card for my brrrday and it was burning a hole in my pocket! I love Ikea. Really, I do.
With a $150 card, we were able to get a kitchen table and chairs (a small one, but still!), a coffee table, an area rug and some yummy Swedish foods (I have a pretty serious addiction to their meatballs and cream sauce). So now our apartment looks like people actually live there! It's pretty awesome.

Saturday was a dog party day. Gillian and her Family went to Vegas for the weekend, and Whil and I watched their dogs for them. I will say this; two cocker spaniels and a skittish cat in a not so large apartment is not something I recommend to anyone. But they're cute as shit, so I'll let it slide. That night, we went to Jillian and Trevor's new place to celebrate Kenzie's birthday. It was a ton of fun. Lots of good food and more good people. Jillian's sister and her husband came...her husband was wearing a kilt which he explained was because they had just come from the Scottish Festival. That reminded me that Whil and I were supposed to go with Seth and Kirie...sorry guys! We had a busy weekend!

Sunday was Daddy's day. We started it off by heading to Spencer and Lana's new place and laying by the pool for a few hours. Niiiiiice. I'm burnt as all hell, but still. Then to Whil's folks...then mine. Daddy got a new car. Infinity G35. Sheeeeeeeesh. I'm working on convincing him that he bought it for me. He's not really too sold on the idea.

And I suppose that's about it. It's Monday now, and I'm working. I don't want to be working...so nothing is new.