Limited Jenga Prowess
Jan. 21st, 2007 03:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losTurns out a drunk Jenna, EngineerWunderKind!Dean and Molly J have mad Jenga skills. Skillzs which Megan Donner apparently lacks. Jenga, fool. Jenga.
The joint birthday party for Molly and Christina was great. I planned two sledding expeditions, a girl's night with Molly G and Jenna, and a movie night with Alyssa Varner, who I have vowed to spend more time with now that she's back from sIndia.
Turns out I didn't loose my phone last Friday, it was stoled by unknown rogue Central Americans who used it to make hundreds of calls to Honduras. Go figure. Fortunatley I don't have to pay for those, and can troop into the Cingular hut and demand a fresh, not-so-stolen phone. In the same phone caqll from my mom to work I learned my grandpa, the one slowly erroding under the onslaught of alstheimers, slipped on the ice and shattered his pelvis. Which is what you get for touching your daughter. But seriously, I'm sorry about it. Still, devine justice. It may heal, though. So upshot: I need a new phone, my grandfather's bedridden, and his ex wife my grandmother seemed heinously amused.
After this call I locked my keys in the Carolla during a delivery to currier and had to wait for Campus Towing like an ass. Too cold for that nonsense. Speaking of, two wierd bitch fights with Corey this week! We never fight! Just first week of school bitchiness on both ends? Freaking me out.
Of the last 48 hours, I've worked 19. Lame! Yet profitable. With utility money, and check from work, and these days, something like $650? I can totally afford the mac the exact way I want it now, given that no Romans will happen along to fuck it up. And then the Dippin'Dots lady thought I stole $21.46 because I flubbed up my first closing. I had to call and explain that 5 min of training for 10 hours of work is bound to lead to some difficulties, ask them to count the merch again, and wait around for my eventual vindication. I bitched about being lonley to Meg and Alyssa and they forced me at girlpoint to fill out a eHarmony profile. Now I can sing the jingle when it comes on tv and talk about how it's a revolutionary tool I use to find a husband and/or Jesus, driving Danny further into MADNESS.
First week of school was unequivocally lame. More later, maybe.
The joint birthday party for Molly and Christina was great. I planned two sledding expeditions, a girl's night with Molly G and Jenna, and a movie night with Alyssa Varner, who I have vowed to spend more time with now that she's back from sIndia.
Turns out I didn't loose my phone last Friday, it was stoled by unknown rogue Central Americans who used it to make hundreds of calls to Honduras. Go figure. Fortunatley I don't have to pay for those, and can troop into the Cingular hut and demand a fresh, not-so-stolen phone. In the same phone caqll from my mom to work I learned my grandpa, the one slowly erroding under the onslaught of alstheimers, slipped on the ice and shattered his pelvis. Which is what you get for touching your daughter. But seriously, I'm sorry about it. Still, devine justice. It may heal, though. So upshot: I need a new phone, my grandfather's bedridden, and his ex wife my grandmother seemed heinously amused.
After this call I locked my keys in the Carolla during a delivery to currier and had to wait for Campus Towing like an ass. Too cold for that nonsense. Speaking of, two wierd bitch fights with Corey this week! We never fight! Just first week of school bitchiness on both ends? Freaking me out.
Of the last 48 hours, I've worked 19. Lame! Yet profitable. With utility money, and check from work, and these days, something like $650? I can totally afford the mac the exact way I want it now, given that no Romans will happen along to fuck it up. And then the Dippin'Dots lady thought I stole $21.46 because I flubbed up my first closing. I had to call and explain that 5 min of training for 10 hours of work is bound to lead to some difficulties, ask them to count the merch again, and wait around for my eventual vindication. I bitched about being lonley to Meg and Alyssa and they forced me at girlpoint to fill out a eHarmony profile. Now I can sing the jingle when it comes on tv and talk about how it's a revolutionary tool I use to find a husband and/or Jesus, driving Danny further into MADNESS.
First week of school was unequivocally lame. More later, maybe.
