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The first rain of the season

And also the first snow.

Well, that's kind of a lie. But Kirkwood's webcam shows that it's snowing right now, which is what I was hoping for when I woke up to rain this morning.

I put on my Park City, UT shirt for inspiration since I own no Kirkwood garb, something I'll have to rectify this ski season.

Yay!

Of course paper towels work just as well.

That's not the point.

It's more like I'm tired of forgetting to buy coffee filters when I go grocery shopping (which as we know is rare).

Things have been crazy lately.

I didn't do as well on my final as I thought - nobody did. We all thought we spanked it, and then we all sucked the big one. My grade dropped to a B+. My teacher is proud of me and thinks I should be too. I feel though, like I've missed some key learning experience and it's eating away at me.

Or it was.

Before I became too tired to care because I've been working such long hours ever since we found out that S.M. was stuck in Cancun.

Yep - you read that right. Finally found out she's headed back home and hopefully into work on Thursday so I can leave early, get some laundry done and take a nap. For a year.

Point of this post is to let you all know I've been too tired to remember to buy coffee filters but thanks to Jen my Halloween costume will look spectacular. Yay!

Pupusas!

Bambi brought us Pupusas today!

For a patient actually, but he's Jewish (I think, but my Jaydar is seriously right on) so he can't eat pork.

So yummy.

They have beans and cheese and pork inside real home-made flour tortillas (which are so different than that crap at the grocery store it's unbelievable).

I heart El Salvadorian food.

Tasty treats!

I shared my coffee with her.

Suddenly, under the oppressive weight of it all

my school bag, struggling to keep it all together, let out its last breath and died.

While I was walking up Sutter street to work, no less.

It slid down my body like some weird canvas snake, hugging my hips and landing in a cloth puddle at my feet.

I threw my head back and I laughed.

Do you know why I could laugh and not scream or cry at this moment when I knew I would have to carry this bag with its teeny-tiny hand strap up the remaining four blocks to work?

Because suckas, my final is kaput! I killed it last night like all good finals. I believe I gave it a thorough ass whupping, although the multiple choice were harder than I would have liked, but the actual problems on the test were spankable. Jocy-style.

Boo-yah. Take that Managerial Accounting.

So yeah, school bag is dead under the oppresive weight of books and notes and blah blah blah, who really cares because it's just another expense I need to add to the list.

Now I need to find a new bag before I start Finance for Masters, or whatever the hell it's called.

Which, is Monday.

Came home last night and began the process of conquering a decade old fear of mine. It's a good, slow, healing process that I think is coming along quite well. I feel good about it.

Went to bed before 10.

I'm feeling good today.

Damn fine indeed.

Who knew?

That throwing sausage into a salad could be so good?

I certainly didn't.

Yum yum yum!

Techno and the AutoBahn of the Bay

280 is definitely the AutoBahn of the Bay Area.

So I ask myself, "Self, why have you been making the hellish commute from Santa Cruz to Oakland via the convergence of the 5th circle of hell (aka 880) and then catching carpool to work rather than Autobahning straight in to SF and parking in Maria's $7 parking garage?"

Self: "ummm? Because I'm afraid to acknowledge I'm in a relationship, scared of change, and ultimately I don't want to deal with driving _home_ from SF because that might be kind of like dealing with the 3rd circle of hell?"

Self back to Self: "You realize however, that the 3rd circle of hell is significantly better than the 5th, yes? I mean, you did read all the Inferno, did you not?"

Yes, I believe I did.

And seriously, breaking 90 during commute hours while drinking coffee and bouncing to techno is enough to make anyone happy. That, coupled with the fact that today was the first time in months that I've been early to work means I should keep up this AutoBahn $7 garage trick.

Overheard:

M: So StinkyMana, are you looking forward to your vacation?

StinkyMana: Oh, M, every day is like a vacation for me, you know that.

M: (dumbfounded, stricken silence) ... oh ...

For a very long time

I had barbed wire wrapped around my heart to protect it.

This was dumb for a multitude of reasons, but mostly because it's been cutting the crap out of my hands trying to untangle and remove every last little sharp flesh-slicing piece.

Silly girl.

Why doesn't someone make special tin-snips for this kind of thing?

Jeezo.

You guys get sheer randomness,

rather than a complete hiatus.

I just don't have the time to spend here detailing the events that happen during course of my day.

I'm closely monitored at work, and let's face it, IM really sucks up most of that time anyway.

Home is for studying, or Netflix, or, gee, I dunno, real life, things real people do that don't involve being married their laptops, no matter how sexy they are.

This weekend was fun. I went dancing - Liz is a great DJ even if she spun me right round, baby right round until I had to leave to eat sushi and nourish my migraine.

But it was still really fun and the outside room at Oasis was awesome.

Today I mailed a car key to someone.

I've been walking to Bart lately and also walking 12-20 flights of stairs in preparation for ski season. We'll see if that helps at all. It's the only excercise I've been getting but for some reason I'm maintaining my weight.

Oh right, I haven't been eating because I haven't had time to grocery shop. Maybe I should do that tonight instead of homework?

Nah. I'd rather be skinny, starving, and getting A's. Or at least getting A's - I'll order in.

I raced an idiot Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising student today because she was rude to old ladies on Bart. I walked up the three flights of Bart stairs faster than she could do the escalator. I wanted to thwap her with something as I walked by. She caught me as I fumbled for my Bart ticket (stupid iPoddy!) but I beat her again up _another_ flight of stairs to the outside. Hah. Take that pretty young thing who's mean to old ladies who can barely stand.

Some of my friends/acquantainces/people I know are having twins. I'm very happy for them - I found out last night that they are pregnant while I was sitting in accounting class and my stomach did one of those weird flip-flop things it does when you hear major news of some kind. I can't imagine how excited they are at the prospect of having two kids running around the house and loving on them.

Final is in less than a week. Matt is trying to kill us, but I think we'll all rebel and take him down instead.

That's enough of that.

Four Corners Massage:

Hands and Feet only.

Counter-clockwise.

It's delicious.

It didn't have a 5th sentence.

But I tried anyway Jen.

"and taking my fat butt for a run! hurray."


The Rules:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

All Kinds of Wrong.

The following quote, however out of context, actually occurred during a Bloodborn Pathogens class:

"But you have PinkyMana, which is better than blue painter's tape."

Took about three seconds and one long look before Bambi, M, and I busted up laughing and then couldn't stop.

Definitely better than blue painter's tape, although sometimes I wonder if blue painter's tape wouldn't actually be a little bit more friendly.

I'm so getting dooced for this website.


P.S. From here on out, except for on really bad days, I will be referring to StinkyPinkyMana as SPM. Follow along children, I know it's difficult. Sometimes, to truncate the already abbreviated version of its name, I will be calling it PM.

The American Flies, They are So Stupid.

Smack!

She killed the fly with her bare hand against the cupboard, got a high five from Nick, a comment about how dumb GW is and how he's probably related to the fat lazy flies, and told us how one time she dreamt about the flies and mosquitoes and ended up slapping her husband's forehead in her sleep.

Go Bambi.

We ate the best El Salvadorian soup tonight and danced to Mexican techno(?) in a garage. It was awesome.

Time for Six Feet Under and pizza.