should i post it?

i'm thinking of posting my resume as a sidebar blog. what do you think? i wouldn't do anything stupid like post phone numbers and addresses, but i would post experience and such. any thoughts? i need a new job.

life's just a mood ring we're not allowed to see...

and this is what it said to me ...

at least something good came out of the election. i started a new book, so a prayer for owen meany is officially on hold. it helps that owen meany is in christen's truck and i haven't been able to read it, but i could at any time go get it out of the car. it's safer there. i started one door away from heaven by dean koontz, which i thought that i had read before but evidentally i hadn't and just had seen it at the bookstore. Melissa let me root through a box of books her aunt gave her and i took half. she has six more boxes. christen is going to repeal the book giveaway, i know it. like florida repealed the highspeed railway, i'm telling you.

anywho, i'm all confused on the days here. saturday night i went to a party at justin's. everyone got so trashed. i didn't, because i had to be at work at 9 the next morning, but holy cow .... there was some serious inhibitions being lowered. i left around 12 but i got to hear about it from those who remembered it the next day. oi. 'sall i can say. i wore my ren fest costume and as people got drunker they were more forward about how much my boobs popped out (no nipplidge, i swear!) and justin's father-in-law hit on everyone. good times.

election day i got up early to vote. in line: 8:30am. out of line: 9:50am. at work: 10:04am. due at work: 10am.

i got to read about 100 pages of my book though. i would have read more but i had to keep reading full pages because strange people with signs were distracting me. there were 8 ne w amendments, and i voted no on one and yes on all the others. i hate when votes like that don't go my way -- i reason them out and think i pick the rational answer, and when the majority does not come up with what i come up with, i get concerned with my peers. i think the legalese gets to people and they christmas tree the damn thing. and then there's the senate race. mel the dick is ahead by 1/2 a percentage point and has already declared his win though castor hasn't and won't concede because there are still 250 thousand provisional votes to count. 250,ooo! WTF is wrong with mel martinez? castor is such the better candidate. she's the education commissioner, former president of usf, has a good business head and a conscience. mel? yeah, he's a jerk. the race was ugly, and he reached more people than he should have with his nasty commercials. and ... the dern presidential debate. i don't want to talk about it.

oh ... sidebar. tommy lee is on regis and i think he's the only rocker from that era that is still gorgeous, and not completely trashy like pamela. and man is he eye candy. yum yum. except the nose ring -- i'm not into piercings that cause asymmetry. he needs a cheek piercing to offset the nose, and maybe get a stud instead of the hoop. then he'd be absolutely yummy. christen points out guys on the television and as we walk by that i'd like "you'd date him" and "he looks like someone you could be into."... he's usually right. it's amusing how he's resigned himself to knowing he's not my type and i so fiercely love him so he can pick out guys that i would be attracted to. you know, skater types, slightly geeky guys, usually really slender, tattoos and piercings a plus. i only have a tongue ring and a tattoo on my leg but i think they are so sexy. yum yum. and if jeremy ever finishes my frog tattoo that he's been working on for 3 years now i'll have 2 tatts.

back to election. i was up till after 3am trying to watch, and i fell asleep on the couch so christen woke me up at 5 when he got up for work and carried me into bed so he could snuggle with me for 10 minutes before leaving.

quote of the moment: kelly to tommy: "what women in the audience really want to know is how do you get backstage?"

tommy likes toe cleavage. hmm.

before high noon.

my high score last night: 156.

all six games: 86, 122, 102, 119, 156, 149.

i need my own ball. last night when we got there someone else had my ball and i had to plead with the geeky guy to let me have it. i don't know if anyone was using it, but it was on their lane so i flirted and the ball was mine. :) guys will always give up the ball for a little flirting. i use a 12lber with itty bitty holes, and that one ball is the only one like it. maybe i'll get my mom to get me one for christmas. she can get me a gift certificate for sports authority, and we'll be good.

i was a productive little girl today. i got up at 9 (it may be helping that the time change makes my body still think it's later than it really is) and cleaned up my desk and started laundry, went to the library to get a new library card (my library isn't doing the vote early stuff, so i probably won't do it. i'll try to get up early tomorrow and vote before work.) went to the grocery store and spent far too much money (but i needed things like conditioner and toothpaste and toilet paper -- stuff that you don't need every trip), put the laundry in the dryer cleaned out the fridge and pantry and cleaned up the kitchen. oh, and i piled the trash by the front door to take out when i go to get the laundry.

the new issue of today's cacher is out. check out the "about us" page at the bottom -- i've been included! you actually get to see what i look like too, if you care. it's a pretty good issue, and i got to learn how to put up the html for the pages and work with the stylesheets, and i copyedited a lot of the pages. i'm so happy to be doing something that i love -- now to find one that pays so i can drop OD and i'll be thrilled.

why doesn't publix sell shortgrain rice? i have to go all the way to the asian market near work to get some. maybe i'll do it tomorrow. it'll probably be cheaper. publix did have some, but there were little cans for 5.99. ridiculous.

more later, cleaning now.

marvin the martian for president!

he's a citizen, right?

i drove (well, christen drove) pst 56th and busch at 6:45 this morning and there were already picketters for some congressman of something. christen reminded me that since they were elderly, they probably went to bed at 7 and were up at 4, so it was like noon to them. i wonder if i can vote early over the weekend. i don't know if i want to deal with the polls on nov. 3.

kevin walker keeps hyping the 3rd (http://rail.tbo.com). you have to know that it won't end on nov. 3. then the lawyers come out, the angry mob, the hysteria. as someone who endorses neither candidate, i can say that the ESOL trip to prague is looking better & better. i wonder if christen would get his passport with me. everything's cheaper over there anyways.

sehr gut, vielendank.

i had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a bowl of frosted mini wheats for dinner last night. they were yummy. you gotta deal with whatcha got, right? i was supposed to be able to get my car from the paint people last night, but they didn't leave it out so i'm stuck without a car again today. christen had to drive me to work, and i have to stick around until after 5 when he can come pick me up again. i brought prayer for owen meany again, so hopefully i can get through some more of that while i'm waiting. or maybe i'll ditch it.

to all of you worried, i don't think it was tss -- i'm doing fine now. i have problems (physically and mentally) when i stay home alone and don't/can't leave for the day. i need sunshine. i need productivity. and since i had that migrane that forced me inside and i didn't have a car to do anything constructive, i think it just manifested itself in my vagina. that sounds lovely, now doesn't it? hehe.

i think i need to rework my resume and start sending it out. i can add today's cacher as an editor/copyeditor/html putter-upper, and continue my litany of wonderful things i've done for OD, and see if i can get a job. you know, one that i won't rant about in here all the time.

need to work now. more later.

boys probably shouldn't read this.

as a matter of fact, most people won't want to read this.

here's how it is. i feel sick, and i think it's my tampons.

i'll start at the beginning though. i was kinda scared that i was pregnant this month because i had a bit of a problem with my pills while i had the flu and my boobs and especially my nipples were really sore, like they were bruised or something. but i started my period on time as normal, and i thought that was well and good, but everytime i put in a tampon i start feeling really sick. i've used them for 10 years now with very little trouble, but for some reason they're really effecting me this time. i don't really flow much at night so i wasn't wearing one the night before last, and then last night i wore one to bed even though i wasn't feeling well when i went to bed, and i woke up at 4am with chills and stomach pains. i took out my tampon and went back to bed and was fine when i woke up but i put one in when i got out of bed and started feeling ill again. should i see the doctor over this or just stop wearing tampons for awhile? i have a sneaking suspicion that it's all in my head, but illness because of my head or my vagina doesn't change that i feel ill.

i'm just a fucked-up girl looking for her own piece of mind ...

so don't assign me yours.

i'm watching eternal sunshine now that i've exchanged the full frame version for widescreen. my car won't be done before i go to work so christen has to use his lunch break to come pick me up for work and pick me up tonight after work. this movie has such great quotes. "i think your name is magical." i wish someone would say that to me -- i always get the jokes about how i should be called october now or they think i'm running a little late (or early, depending on the time of year). ahh ... i love this movie. it's so beautiful.

i feel i've wasted so much of my life doing nothing. do you ever feel that way? i go to a job that means nothing to me and bullshit customers that i have very little respect for and get yelled at by other customers who have no respect for me and the fact that i come to work every day. but now it's time for me to go to work ... again.