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.

dreams are so fucked up

my dreams last night were so fucked up that i didn't remember them right away. usually i remember my dream vivedly and then it fades a little at a time until it's gone. that's why i tell everyone -- to keep the dream alive, man. but these ones i remembered now and i've been up for 15 minutes and i didn't want to lose it, so i'm writing it in here:

my brother and sister (14 and 12 respectively) were left home alone and had a party. this wierd girl (i think her name was brooke, because that's the girl that my sister fights with that lives down the street) came and was shooting everyone and i had stopped by and she shot me, but i wouldn't die so she kept trying to kill me. my brother and sister had hidden somewhere, because they were fine, but i kept getting shot. finally she thought i was dead (i had about 25 bullets and a board with rusty nails in me) and went on to killing my sister's friends when i got up and killed her and started pulling the bullets out of me. they weren't bullets but more like those fat wooden dowels that they give you to solidify bookcases when you're building them, and they sounded like suction cups. so after i killed brooke i started looking for survivors and then i helped ian and jamie put the house back together and they had had a fire in the living room but mom knew about that so they were going to repaint when she got home but we had to clean up all the dead bodies. it was strange.

my second dream i was not me; i was this guy and i was trying to save this chick but we had to keep going from one place to another to save her and find another person that was trying to kill her -- it was like a video game. make sure no one's near, change rooms -- in a couple big hotel type things. and one of her friends kept coming on to me, but i think it was to get back at the first girl and kept wanting me to hae sex with her. so girl b made me feel bad (remember, i'm a guy in this dream) so i jump her on the balcony and then the first girl got mad and left, but i was trying to protect her so i had to go after her and then the second girl got mad at me ... it was a huge mess. no more late nights critiquing porn stars with jordan online.

mcd's smelled like an unwashed vagina ...

that maybe had a touch of syphillis or something. i went there a few days ago for lunch when i didn't feel like driving all the way to wendy's. i hadn't been there in more than a month. i don't think i'll go back. of course, i always say that and then i get lazy and it's next door to OD so i end up there. never again, though, you hear me? hehe. a plain junior bacon cheeseburger and a large frostie is good for me, thank you.

christen is playing san andreas. this leads me to my links over there on the left. see the one that says pencopal's somethingorother? she has a funny entry that is a bit true about the lengths women everywhere will have to go through to get their boyfriends attention during the next few months. i think i need to take a trip to the lingerie shop soon, even though christen says it's a waste to spend so much money on something that will only be on me for a matter of minutes, and may get torn in the process.

i've had a severe migrane all day today. last night i had a bad headache when i went to bed, but i thought it was just because i had been staring at the computer for so long. my headaches don't usually turn into anything, they just go away when i sleep. but this time when i woke up to take my car to the paint place i had a full fledged migrane (and no pills, because my script is expired and it takes me three months to get into my doctor's office). i went anyhow, and came home around 9 and slept till 1. migrane still there. i laid around and watched dogville (crap, don't see it) and jersey girl (which i bought, kevin smith is great). when christen got home he took me back to best buy to exchange eternal sunshine (last night i accidentally got the full frame instead of widescreen) and to get chinese food and then it was home again. tomorrow we have to go pick up my car and i work the closing shift. blah.

well, i'm not interesting tonight. check out those other blogs on the left. maybe they have something interesting to say -- i wouldn't have put them up if they aren't somewhat witty.

ivan had me take this quiz. there are some sick fucks out there. but it was fun. take it!

Your Ultimate Purity Score Is...
Category	Your Score	Average
Self-Lovin'	56.7% Explored the pleasures of the flesh	65.1%
Shamelessness	61.9% It takes a couple of drinks	79.3%
Sex Drive	44.7% I got needs, baby, you gotta unnastan'!	77.7%
Straightness	8.9% Knows the other body type like a map	44.7%
Gayness	85.7% Repressed, are we?	83.7%
Fucking Sick	89.4% Refreshingly normal	90%
You are 60.36% pure Average Score: 72.7%
Take The Ultimate Purity Test and see how you match up!