This is what happens when you talk till Dawn:

You plan a roadtrip across America with one of your friends. Yup. It actually occurred – next Summer, me and two friends are driving across America. One of the them, Nicole, doesn’t even know she’s going yet! Haha! But Sean and I are telling her today, so she will know where she’s going soon. Now back to staying all up night… We made promises that we wouldn’t back out of this trip at, like, 5:00 am in the morning; but I truly meant it. I won’t. A promise is a promise, regardless of how late or early it is. My mom is going to flip out like I’ve never seen before when I tell her what I’m doing next summer, but this time I will stand up to her. I NEED this trip like nobody’s business, and by God I am GOING! LOL I’ll cut a ho if I don’t get to go. But yeah, so that’s what happens when you stay up all night talking till dawn. Fun stuff ensues..LOL For real – I am so excited! I’m going to have to quit my job and everything to go in this trip, but I have no qualms about that – Fred’s can kiss my white butt!

Do you fear death, Mr. Sparrow?!

I saw Pirates of the Caribben 3: At World’s End with three of my friends on Friday night. It was awesome! I was disappointed by the second one, but this one totally made up for it. I am really sad that the story is over – I’m one of those people that would gladly see Pirates 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9… You get my point. LOL My friends and I even wore eyepatches! And by “wore,” I mean we put them on in the dark theatre where no one could so how stupid we looked and complained that they hurt our faces. But they were still neat. I’m putting mine in my memory box. That’s all I’m going to say about the movie, though, because I don’t want to ruin it for all you who have yet to see it. But let me tell you, it’s good!

In other news, I am going to pay my speeding ticket tomorrow. The deadline is June 4th, so I’m cutting it pretty close. I really hope it isn’t TOO much more than what the website said it would be. The city court’s website said it would be $107.75, but everyone has been telling me it will be more. *sigh* Speeding is so addictive, but it’s so expensive! I also have to buy a textbook for one of my summer classes, so there goes even MORE of my hard-earned money! I swear, learning how important and temporary money is, is a HARD lesson to learn.

Also, guys are just…frustrating. Or maybe I’m just impatient. I don’t know.

Crossposted from my site

How is that moms know just the amount of subtle pouting to do to make you grudgingly ask the question, “Are you mad at me?”  The interspersing of “Are you okay?”  “Yeah,” “Is something wrong?”  “No,”  “Are you mad at me?”  “No,” in our nonexistent conversations about drove me crazy tonight.  I said something earlier that wasn’t even remotely offensive to her, and she apparently was a bit miffed about it.  I hate it when she does this.  And the hilarious thing is that I am sure she had such thoughts as these when SHE was my age, wondering why her mom had that look on her face.  Moms across the ages have done this to their kids, and they’re not about to stop now.  I can say all I want that I will “never do that to MY kids,” but I know I will.  I already do this with my friends sometimes.  The end is near.  :plain:  (Watch me as I unsuccessfully transition into the next topic!)

I went to the Church of the Crazy Preacher Who Might as well be Speaking Russian, AKA my grandma’s church, today.  The entire family is forced to go there once a year to celebrate its homecoming because that’s where all of Grandma’s kids went when they were little.  And every year, I sit through such wonderful songs (sung by albeit adorable children) with lyrics like, “…shoot him in the back with a gospel gun.”  My dad almost loses it in laughter every year, when they sing that song.  Most years, I have to stay for the church dinner (or lunch to you non-Southerners), but this year I had to WORK!  My feelings while driving to work were an odd mixture of relief and sadness (the latter simply because I hate working..lol).  AND don’t even get me started on how I had to leave that joke of a sermon early because he sounded like he was ready to yell for about an hour or more longer.

PLEASE let me give you an idea of this preacher – he is somethin’ else!  He starts out quiet and slow and then rapidly builds into this frantic, full-bodied forte screeching, and he proceeds to present his message.  But what’s so terrible is that he might as well be speaking a different language.  It’s all just…noises and your brain eventually tunes it out.  Now, I’m no reverend, but I don’t think that’s a very effective way of presenting a message.  Instead of filling me with hope and comfort, he annoyed and sometimes even scared me a little with his yelling.  I get more out of a message during church when the reverend presents it in a meek/mild manner, with intelligence, all the while entertaining us with wit.  That’s why I love my church.    (Let the transition time commence once more!)

So… I’m totally trying to think of some hip little layout for my clique, but I am drawing a blank.  I figured out how to make those neat “web 2.0″ badges in Paint Shop, since my copy of Photoshop is only on my desktop (and I hate using the desktop); so that might play a part in the layout-making process.  Who knows?  :hehe:  I want something small-ish and simplistic – nothing too grand for a clique that takes up even less space than this site, right?  But anyway… I think it’s time for me to climb into my warm bed and read a book in which the transitional sentences between paragraphs are infinitely better than the ones in this blog.

Things to not do at a pharmacy

If you’re ever on the customer side of things at a pharmacy, PLEASE refrain from doing the following:

1. Coming in 5-15 minutes before closing time with no less than 4 prescriptions, expecting us to fill it
2. Assuming you know more than I do about my job
3. Continuing to say I shorted you some hydrocodone, even after I tell you that I filled it for exactly what the doctor wrote it for, AND I read you exactly what he/she wrote on the scrip
4. Telling me I should look in the “T” section of the bin right after you told me your last name, which is “Turner” (I am not stupid, believe it or not.)
5. Pronouncing “generics” like “gerianetics”
6. Trying to get your Xanax filled 15 days early, when you were giving a thirty day supply
7. Buying anything with pseudoephedrine in it – I am tired of filling out that damn logbook!
8. Handing me a prescription for Oxycontin that has been torn and spat on in several places (There’s no way in hell any pharmacy would take it if it looks like that!)
9. Getting to the pharmacy before I do and standing there while I open things up, with an impatient look on your face
10. Groaning and/or rolling your eyes when I tell you there’s a 20 minute wait – why don’t you just head on over to Walmart, Walgreens, or CVS where the wait is at least 30 minutes longer than ours?
11. Keeping me on the phone for 15 minutes or longer by making me price 7 medications for you – get up off your lazy ass and bring the scrips in yourself!
12. Talking more slowly than molasses oozes when you call the pharmacy
13. Expecting me to be nice to you when you roll in 5 minutes before close (see #1)

As you can tell, work was hell today.  Ten hours of absolute crap!  It was either so slow I could have flown to Paris and back or so busy I wanted to hang myself with the phone cord.  There was never a steady flow of anything except sorrow and disgruntlement (is that a word?).  Also, I just really, REALLY hate customers.  Customers are the most inconsiderate and laziest people on the face of the planet.  And you have to wonder HOW they can have service jobs when they’re all such assholes!  Feel free to complain about your own job in the comments.  Sometimes we all just need a little rant. 

Finding the will to go HTMLing

I am taking all the content off of my personal site.  The only things I’m leaving up are the “about me,” a site info page, my faith page, and a collection of ten poems I feel showcase my writing talents best.  I am just tired of wasting my host’s space with content no one looks at anyway.  And I’m getting to the point where I just want to blog – I don’t want to worry about keeping pages (even though I don’t have THAT much content anyway) up-to-date all the time.  I’d like to focus on honing my informal writing skills to make my blog more appealing to the internet masses.  No longer will I bore people with my daily timelines (unless I can’t think of anything to blog about)!  I will be intelligent, witty, and controversial (ok… maybe not controversial – not my style).    Here I go to battle the shtml!  Wish meh luck, y’all!  =)