Domestic Geek

Current mood: annoyed
I am so freakin' sick of being spammed on my blog. This weekend, if I get nothing else done, I am going to get my expression engine site working. I despammed this morning and I've recently got like 75 more! It's sad when your blacklist doesn't even begin to stop the tide.

Current mood: sick
Sorry there has been nothing but a couple of fluff posts the last couple of weeks. Between being sick and stressed and poor, I haven't felt like typing about it. I have, however, read a lot of Harry Potter fanfic and played a lot of solitaire. Oh, and I took a couple of classes at Archivers. That was fun. I've been saying I was going to go take classes ever since they first opened the Aurora store and that was over a year ago. I think I enjoyed the Holiday Paper Crafting one the best. We made a gift bag and a tag. The classes really push buying products, but hey, the classes are free.

I can't believe that Thanksgiving is less than a week away. Dad and I went shopping today for all the main stuff (turkey, potatoes, etc.). I'll have to get the perishable stuff (egg nog, etc) next week. That's so cool that you can get 23 lb. turkeys at King Soopers for $8. Dad and I each bought one so that we're set for either Christmas or New Year's, too.

Semi-bad news on the school front. I've been thinking that I should quit once I get the class I need to finish my associate's degree and get on with my life (do I really need two bachelor degrees?). I've been waffling because there are some classes I still really wanted to take, but they're offered almost a year from now. I wasn't sure I wanted to spend money on a bunch of general ed-type classes. Well, I guess the powers that be made the choice for me. I'm almost at the cap for financial aid (thanks to all that money wasted going to that POS school CollegeAmerica). The financial aid lady says there is enough to take the class I still need, but not much more. *sigh* I don't really want any of the rest of the classes badly enough to find alternate funding, y'know? This has totally killed any ounce of enthusiasm I had for this Communication class I'm taking now. Top that off with the teacher assigning double chapters to be due next class period (the day before Thanksgiving) and having to take a make-up class on a Friday night to make up for a class she missed, I'm just not into it any more. Oh, and I finally wrote my paper about that movie Smoke. God, that was one drawn-out movie. It took my three times to get all the way through it because I kept losing interest.

I want to start my own business. All the signs are telling me I need to do this. Does anybody have $50,000 I can borrow?

OK, I guess I'll wrap this for now because I just realized it's almost midnight and I need to get up early. I've got to get two day's work done in the morning so I don't have to work on Sunday and I need to be out of there by 9 am so I don't run into my @ssh0le manager. I'm also going to have to scrape the car because it has started snowing. WhooHooo. Damn, I just remember I forgot to put gas in the car. Dang it!

My friend Chrissy will appreciate this (found at ASV):

I know some people who could use this as a reference:

BEER TROUBLESHOOTING CHART
SYMPTOM	FAULT	ACTION
Feet cold and wet.	Glass being held at incorrect angle.	Rotate glass so that open end points toward ceiling.
Feet warm and wet.	Improper bladder control.	Stand next to nearest dog, complain about house training.
Beer unusually pale and tasteless.	Glass empty.	Get someone to buy you another beer.
Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights.	You have fallen over backward.	Have yourself leashed to bar.
Mouth contains cigarette butts.	You have fallen forward.	See above.
Beer tasteless, front of your shirt is wet.	Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of face.	Retire to restroom, practice in mirror.
Floor blurred.	You are looking through bottom of empty glass.	Get someone to buy you another beer.
Floor moving.	You are being carried out.	Find out if you are being taken to another bar.
Room seems unusually dark.	Bar has closed.	Confirm home address with bartender.
Taxi suddenly takes on colorful aspect and textures.	Beer consumption has exceeded personal limitations.	Cover mouth.
Everyone looks up to you and smiles.	You are dancing on the table.	Fall on somebody cushy-looking.
Beer is crystal-clear.	It's water. Somebody is trying to sober you up.	Punch him.
Hands hurt, nose hurts, mind unusually clear.	You have been in a fight.	Apologize to everyone you see, just in case it was them.
Don't recognize anyone, don't recognize the room you're in.	You've wandered into the wrong party.	See if they have free beer.
Your singing sounds distorted.	The beer is too weak.	Have more beer until your voice improves.
Don't remember the words to the song.	Beer is just right.	Play air guitar.

Current mood: panicky
It can't be the holiday season--I'M NOT READY! When I left work this morning, I saw that the King Soopers shopping center near there has it's parking lot Christmas decorations up already. Noooooooooo! Then I was sorting mail on the table a few minutes ago and there are turkey ads in the papers. Nooooooooo! OK, deep breath. Panic moment over.