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O-BAMA 0-8!

No, not me, but apparently everyone I know... people I didn't even know had boyfriends are getting married within the next year. Craziness! I do love a good wedding, though!

No update on the Pandamobile; the transmission shop has been awful about getting back to me. Jeremy is going to call them today and be like, "Look, you have my girlfriend's car and we want to know what you're doing to it, when it's going to be ready, and that it's not going to be --

(break, 25 minutes later)

Yeah, so Jeremy called and the guy is talking about electrical shorts and shit and it doesn't sound like they've actually done any work on my car in almost a week. I'm going down there because the only thing wrong with my car was that it wouldn't shift out and if they didn't know anything about electrical they should have said so and they should have never taken the job to do something involving an ELECTRICAL SENSOR. While Jerry played a small part in this by sending the car over without my go ahead, I don't blame him because he did what he thought was right by me. He really did think this guy was going to fix it. But now, he has engendered my wrath, and hell hath no fury...

SO.

The shop is on Summer (which I did not know, and had I known I would never have sent it there) and so I'm going to go up there in about half an hour and ask them to show me exactly what is wrong with my car and tell them that if they fucked my car up, they're paying for the dealership to fix it. And if they want me to get a lawyer, then I'm more than happy to get a lawyer.

Meg Smash.

I have an addiction. To Michael Buble. I know, it's awful, I'm going to have to go to rehab. And by go to rehab, I mean buy his CDs including his Christmas album because it will make me happy like my old Rat Pack Christmas CD did.

I'm definitely going a little nutters. I'm really depressed most of the time, I find myself so consumed by thoughts of leaving Memphis that I can't focus on my work, I generally just want to stay at home in bed and watch movies. And listen to Michael Buble because he makes me dancy and happy.

My car STILL isn't ready, and if you want to know the whole deal with that, here it goes...

( I Call Bullshit )

So yeah, needless to say, I'm pretty pissed. I appreciate that he has the insurance company breathing down his back, but what he doesn't seem to understand is that it's the same insurance company I have and it's the same insurance company that recommended him after the first wreck. Well, his shop rather, as he is the new owner apparently. I can call and complain about the shop and the insurance company will listen; they won't care I didn't call something in because my car isn't covered so it won't seem strange that the car would be there without them knowing.

I spent about half an hour looking for my Latin folder last night and can't find it. It's gone. Vanished. That would be about half a semester's worth of work in there that I now have to magically re-do. Kenny's upset with me, and I would be, too. I was late to begin with and now I'm even worse off. The worst part is that I had kinda caught up and would have finished the rest of it today and it wouldn't have been a big deal, but now I'm right back where I started. Why do I even try?

It seems that the only thing going right at the moment is Jeremy, who is so amazing I really don't deserve him. He's taken me home after work every night even though it means coming all the way from Southaven back to the airport three hours after his shift ends, then in to midtown, and then back to Southaven. It's an entire extra hour's driving for him. He also went and picked up a battery for me since even though they put in a headlamp I didn't ask for, they neglected to put in a BATTERY that I didn't ask for. I mean, if you're going to put in anything I said I'd take care of... the car hasn't been turned over in almost a month!

But yeah, Jeremy

i'm driving on airways towards the airport and this woman is slowing down to get in the turn lane and i'm like, "well i'll go ahead and get over in to the middle lane since that's where i need to be"

she decided to slow down too fast and a truck three times my size decided he wanted to be in my lane

so it was either get hit by the truck and end up dead or in the hospital or hit the woman and risk totaling my car

we didn't call the po; it would have taken all day-- she had a suspended license and the car wasn't hers, my insurance doesn't cover my car, so i would have gotten a ticket for rear ending her and had to go fight it in court plus my insurance would have gone up and i would have had points off my license

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I am fine; it's all going to be getting my muscles to relax. I have no appetite, and I am pissed at her and the situation. It's never nice when you have to take the sort of verbal abuse that I had to take from this woman. It was angry and racist and profane.

For those of you who don't live in Memphis, this is not a surprising event. That's why I'm taking it so well. Probably around 60% of this city shouldn't be driving, if not because they just can't, because they don't have a valid license or insurance. I'll probably not hear from this woman because supposedly it's her boyfriend's car and he has insurance, but I couldn't get the information out of her.

Also, I don't have to wake up at 630a tomorrow to get the oil changed.

Well, life at the airport continues to be exciting and exhausting all at once. I worked the counter for like 11 hours on Monday and it was exhausting. They have some OT available next week but they only need counter the days I could work and I don't know if I'm really up for that... we'll see what this paycheck looks like, I suppose.

On that note, I decided not to take day trades and OT next Wed/Thu/Fri and trek down to the big TX. I'll be in Houston on Wed and, I think, Austin on Thursday night, then fly back on Friday. It all depends on whether or not I hear back from certain people, I might just be flying down to Houston for a day and then deciding to go somewhere else. I'll come back to Atlanta the week of the 20th, I think, and try to stay until Friday so I can go to Birdi's and see people-- I need to check with Airtran about flight availability, though.

Right now I'm drinking Cranberry Pomegranate juice and it's very yummy. Just had a shower, which was nice, it kind of calmed me down. People have been irritating me a lot lately, and I'm not sure why. I just find myself getting really pissed at folks who don't use proper English-- and I'm not saying everyone has to speak super cool English major English, but we are all taught the same language in elementary school and we should use it. None of this "I done waited" bullshit, I want proper verb tenses! I would also like to not have to listen to some high pitched girl screaming at her boyfriend who stopped in to visit her when she was cleaning the apartment next door (it's empty now, so they're working on it) about how she "don't care about no dumb ass nigger" or something similar that made me roll my eyes and ask why I couldn't have quiet for fifteen minutes while I ate. Slang makes me sick. Euphamisms and colloquialisms are one thing, but slang really irritates me.

I'm also basically baffled by young black individuals who are well educated and whose families have obviously done a lot to separate themselves from the lower classes (much like middle class white families like my own), and yet they don't speak proper English and consistently say things like "losin up" instead of "loosen up". It just doesn't make sense to me. YOU HAVE AN EDUCATION. USE IT. And that applies to any ethnicity, it just so happens the person I'm speaking with at the moment is black-- it drives me up the wall when anyone does it.

Of course, he just thinks I'm being an asshole and that I should (as I said earlier) "losin up".

I'm also pissed about this, and I'm going to LJ cut because I feel the need to respond to every section of HB1, otherwise known as( the most ridiculous GA House bill ever )

And, while I have your attention, I'd like to briefly quote the Abortion Surveillance report from the CDC.

Interpretation: From 1990 through 1997, the number of legal induced abortions gradually declined. In 1998 and in 1999, the number of abortions continued to decrease when comparing the same 48 reporting areas. In 1998, as in previous years, deaths related to legal induced abortions occurred rarely.

Public Health Action: Abortion surveillance in the United States should continue so that trends and characteristics of women who obtain legal induced abortions can be examined and efforts to prevent unintended pregnancy can be enhanced.

For those of you who don't know, the CDC is headquartered in Atlanta. You know, the capitol of Georgia.

I've decided I need to own more Mel Brooks movies. In fact, I need to own at least one Mel Brooks movie to begin with.

I'm back in Atlanta for a few days and had a lot of fun on my flight back in-- the supervisor at AirTran is awesome and bumped me up to business first and I ran in to Eva Krug and the flight attendant told her she could sit with me in business first and it was glorious!

Ate a whole lot upon getting home, which greatly improved my mood, and watched some Spin City and Law and Order and A&E mysteries and chatted with Emily. Then I went and spent *shudder* $50 at CVS and took my mom to dinner at Ru San's.

Now, I watch SVU and drink soda water with lemon and eat pretzels. Yum. More later, I suppose.

OK, and the fucked up child on SVU just set the lady cop's apartment on fire.

No, I'm not dead!

I am, however, so freakin' behind on LJ that I'm not really going to bother going over the last two weeks of friends entries, so if something important happened then leave it in the comments...

Basically, I've been working and watching movies and sleeping. I went to Atlanta and saw Emily and Clare and had some Raging Burrito and my first Raging 'Rita and saw Luke *pauses to think of doing dirty things to Luke* and generally had a blast.

I'm still completely in love with Continental/ExpressJet and I still hate mono. Though the good news is that it looks like it might be on its way out. I'm cleared to do bins 30 bags or less says my doctor and my spleen never really got swollen at all.

Officiating is going well and I'm impressing everyone, which of course I'm all about. I got to see Joe Dominey who is the craziest and coolest mother in the league; he's Laredo's radio guy but used to work for Memphis. He has a bit of a temper and almost hit me with a chair last year because when he gets angry he kicks things, though never people. When he's not angry he's a really cool guy, he stood there and chatted with me about what I want to do, told me I didn't want to work in hockey and I assured him that it wouldn't be for long if at all because I'd rather work with nonprofits, etc, etc. Basically, he's good people. Just, you know, don't piss him off.

I've also accomplished a new high with the hockey players who think I'm hot-- the backup goalie ran in to the boards tonight during warmups while he was checking me out. He's been working his way up to it and finally did it tonight; it was pretty amusing. The Kings also had a super quality giveaway-- a hunting vest. That's right, a hunting vest.

Only in Mississippi.

I also figured out that with my days off, I can go down and see my Grandaddy and my Aunt Anne and Uncle Lou! Yay!

I think that's really about it for now. I'm healthy again, I love work, I love officiating, and we're teetering on the edge of me going back to Rhodes next semester. If I don't go back next semester, I think I'll just stick around post-graduation next year and wait until December to job hunt in Austin. I mean, if I keep the job at XJT, I have a way to get to Austin for interviews and such, so I can keep working at XJT and try to find a job in Austin as long as I need to! I mean, yeah, the whole apartment thing is tricky, but whatever. I'll work it out.

And with that, I bid you adieu. I'll try to keep up better from now on since I have a semblance of a schedule and I don't want to just come home and sleep so much anymore.

Ciao!

I have been... remiss in my livejournal posting. I've just been so busy I seriously almost can't see straight.

I actually was so tired last week I couldn't see straight...

anyway, the airline job is going well-- I like my coworkers and they like me, I generally like my supervisors, and most of the crews that come through are pretty cool. Though I did have an asshole pilot today who decided that I was the cleaning crew standing there in my ramp clothes dripping with sweat dragging gate checks up to the jetway.

The flight attendants are generally nicer than the rest of the inflight crew-- first officers are second nicest and pilots are the least likely to be amicable. I'm not sure what it is, but they're pilots and therefore they are better than EVERYONE MUAHAHAHAHA.

I got to marshal out a plane today, ride on the baggage tug, load bags in the bin, unload bags from the bin, chock the plane, and do all sorts of fun rampy things. The woman teaching me on the ramp is Crystal who is a pro, she's really waesome and I like her a lot-- she's really in to ramp and is actually as good as she thinks she is and thinks everyone should be as good as her.

We didn't have a flight until like 930 today so we sat in ops and watched a few movies and napped and ate breakfast and all sorts of fun things. I watched the last half of Transporter 2 (which, of course, I've seen), King Arthur (well, most-- I napped through a good bit of it because I just couldn't wrap my head around it all), and we watched bits and pieces of Tokyo Drift (Emily, I thought of you. Gaijin.) during lunch. Our EWR crew was delayed like four hours so they came and hung out with us in ops and snacked and we talked about the flight attendants in training who missed an observation flight yesterday which is a BIG FUCKING DEAL. Today they were most likely on a plane back home.

My sick is getting better, but my throat is not. It keeps swelling up so that it hurts even to drink water, which sucks because I had to drink like a gallon of it today on the ramp it was so damn hot throwing bags in the damn bin.

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OK, so I went to bed without posting this last night so here's the rest of it...

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I went to the doctor and my lymph nodes were ridiculously swollen. They were like, "You lived with this for four days? WTF?" So they gave me prednisone to help with the swelling and baby hydrocodone to help with the pain since it was really really painful to even breathe my throat was so swollen. I had blood taken for a CBC and a mono test, so both of my arms are bandaided and I had to go spend the money to get a smoothie to make sure I didn't pass out.

Megan and the No Good Very Bad Horrible Day

On my way home this morning, I almost died. I was driving from the airport and someone tried to force me in to oncoming traffic. I honked my horn and he still continued and then did force me in to oncoming traffic. I was incredibly lucky to have an early shift because if it had been later, there would have been cars for me to run in to. It really shook me up a little more than most things because I was feeling like shit, and then it got worse later because three other people tried to kill me with their cars and acted like it was my fault.

Needless to say it hasn't been an awesome day.

Anyway, that's about all I've been up to. I quit Bosco's and I've gone part time at the airport, so I'll have more time to catch up on LJ and my comics and my life in general and hopefully go home a couple times. I also need to figure out all the details for Scott's wedding, which is looking less feasible than I originally thought which is really sad 'cause I wanna go.

Everything will work out, though. And it looks like it shouldn't be too hard for me to day trade some shifts so I can go to mardi gras because I actually have a really great line and as of now I can pick up shifts for people who have a not so awesome line and most folks there will be happy to pay you back by picking up for you later on.

OK, I'm gonna finish my quesadilla and go back and fall asleep in front of another movie (or at least make myself try to-- which is why I don't think I have mono) and call my mom later on.

ciao for now, more soon I promise.

I realize that's been used as a subject before, but I'm so ridiculously pissed I can't even say anymore... I mean just wow. I want to take a toe pick to someone's face.

So last season, we all remember my constant battle to get on the radio, do interviews, be more involved in media relations type stuff. Jim put me on the air for a total of four minutes the last two games and I was excited and it was all good because I was like, "Yeah, OK, he takes a while to warm up to sharing the air, that's fine I'll move up next season." Then I'm ousted.

Met new interns last night, sweet kids who have no clue about hockey, but they like soccer so they'll catch on quick. I ran like a bat out of hell last night because it was late and I needed sleep, but tonight I stuck around and finished up my stuff instead of leavin it for Ron and I turned around and saw something remarkable.

Right in front of my face, Jim was handing the new guy (yes, as in male) the minicorder and mic and asking him what questions he'd come up with. New guy, for the record, never seen a hockey game before last night. I couldn't believe it. I looked at the new guy, and looked at Jim and he saw me and I shook my head and did the, "Well, ain't that an interesting situation?" look and Jim turned around and walked away. I ran in to Joey, my blue haired buddy from last season, and told him what happened and he was like, "Wow... that's... I don't even know what to say about that... fucked up."

I'm so pissed about it right now all I can do is try to process it, you know? I'm like to punch someone in the face or ream them out one way or another, maybe even sue, but I just can't even believe I'm seeing this in action right in front of my face. I have nothing to say to Jim about this, nothing at all, but I intend to write the league an editorial about this and about women in hockey and the need to support it. Even fucking football will toss in an idiotic or clever blonde to cover the game every now and again-- half the time they do better than the dumb ex players fucking around in the studio.

/rant

Off to bed after quesadilla and milk. Mmmm.

Haven't I been saying this for a while now?

At least people are finally picking up on it.

Perhaps that means that it'll only take them five years to figure out that the fact that we have government sponsored murder (and this time I'm referring to the war in Iraq) today and every day for the past how many years now? will effect people-- fourth school shooting in two weeks! WHATTHEFUCK?

I'm sure there are more interesting things to say here, but I'm just too lazy to say them.

Back in Memphis, hopefully getting my shit out of S-K's way tomorrow. It would appear (and I feel really bad about this now) that I just take my cargo space for granted since she had to make three trips down? Some of it probably is trash, but anyway. I need to clear the rest of the shit out of my car before I do that.

I also need to find someone to cover my shift tomorrow night so I'm not getting home three hours before I have to get up for my first airport shift on Wednesday morning... blah.

*kicks Mac in face*

But, I do have the last two discs of Firefly to look forward to, and I'll convince myself one of these days that I can live without my computer for a couple days so Matthill can fix the soundymajoowhatever.

And hopefully my uniform will be at the airport on Wednesday so I don't have to look like shit because none of my dress clothes fit properly because they're all hand me downs type outfits. Rather, I got them at dumpster dive so I didn't actually try them on but I didn't want to toss them either because they're really nice pants.

OK, gonna go watch Sin City Director's Cut and munch on some apples-- yaaay Easy Way!

Oh, and Ziggy loses his balls tomorrow!

I think I can get away with that, I mean she does sing it in Silence of the Lambs.

Also, if I'm taking LJ on its word, then it is Matthill's birthday, so... Happy Birthday Matt Hill!

Training is... training. I'm not going to talk about it right now beceause I need to mix things up because I'm about to fall asleep sitting here listening to the rest of the class read off fare calc lines. I just did mine flawlessly, of course ;o)

So, I bring you... a new Top Ten Time! This week's "Best Moves EVAR" is brought to you by Humpday-- giving people an ongoing reason to get drunk for years.

1. Bride's parents decide to give her "the talk" a little too late.... I mean, why else would they have driven all damn day?

2. Proof that ignoring air traffic control is ALWAYS a good idea. Though I have to give major props to Embraer for making such a sturdy plane-- fly ExpressJet!

3. Hiring the man who would put the headline, "SEX SCANDAL in front of the neocnoservative Rebupblican name. They're stealing our gig!

4. Because civilians and nuclear power always mix!

5. a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/asiapcf/09/20/panda.bite.ap/index.html">Because drunk people and large semi-carnivorous animals always mix!

aaand I've returned

6. One of the worst pension scams ever. Yeah, I know it was a lame joke, but I'm just amused that usually other people knowingly collect on the pension of someone they continue to let other people believe is alive. Not a dead guy who nobody knows is dead still collecting on pension... yeah.

7. And people thought women couldn't match up to men in the workplace...

( Friday is jeans day at XJet. )

( Was supposed to go to Austin with Jess,> but something happened and she had to go back and we didn't figure that out until it was too late. I don't blame anyone for not wanting to drive out here, it's a pain in the ass, but I'm still really upset. I was dying to go to Austin, I havne't been back in over a year and I want to go. I want to see Swiggett, and Wes, and I wanted to see Jess because I'm never online at the same time as her and I misses her. Plus, getting out of Houston would be nice; I'm really not sure how people live in this city...</lj-cut> <lj-cut text= )

( Fire Alarm a-la-Rhodes )

Brent came and picked me up for a day wandering around Houston. We went to Good(e?) Company BBQ which was delish, and I started sneezing like a maniac. We went to the Zoo and I got even more miserable. For some reason when I walked out of my room I was like, "Nah, I don't need to grab more than one Tylenol Allergy Sinus, I'll be fine!" Famous last words. Brent's had a cold/sinusy thing and so we were both stniffling and nose blowing and coughing all night. It was pretty funny. One of us would sniff and the other would cough and then the other would cough and the second would sniff. Houston agrees with neither of us.

We went to Walgreens, to where I had transferred my NuvaRing (I had been trying to get it the past few days and nobody in the area of the hotel had it in stock), and the pharmacist lady was like, "Yeah, it doesn't renew until tomorrow, so if you come back at mindight it should be fine." We took that in stride and went on for lunch and then zoo. After the zoo, we went to the "world's largest liquor store" oka Spec's. It really had some fabulous amazing things, including small bottles of vodka/gin, etc. I don't mean the shooters, I mean enough to make a couple drinks but not large bottles. It was beautiful, amazing. I fell in love. We then went back to his house where we watched some sporadic news, and talked about what's been going on in the area post-Katrina. For those of you who don't know, crime jumped 70%.

Decided to go see a movie and went for Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby which wasn't necessarily funny overall, but had some really awesome lines.

"El Diablo!"
"What does that mean?"
"It's Spanish for a fightin' chicken!"

The deadbeat dad was great.

We go have Greek food and I start to get nauseous; by the way, Edwards Cinema in Houston actually gives you your money's worth in concessions. I got a medium popcorn and a medium slushee and they were I shit you not the equivalent of a large anywhere else. It was ridonkulous.

We go to Walgreens at about half after midnight and they're like, "Nope, no can do." I get fed up and decide to just get the damn thing full price and my expresspay won't go through.

I go back to stay at Brent's house, where his mother continues to be overwhelmingly kind. She's my new addition to the mom hall of heroes. She out-Martha Stewart's Martha Stewart and she'd probably make her cry and then take her out with a shotgun. She's awesome, basically.

We go back to Walgreens this morning, get the perscription and here I am, still sneezing and thinking that I might want to take a nap and let the Tylenol Allergy Sinus do its job so that I'm a functioning human being later today.

Ciao for now, more as things arise, I'm sure.

CSI time!

Today we learned bookinb procedures and how to find flights and see how many seats are left and that sort of thing. We booked fake flights and so I sent myself to a couple of fun destinations, then booked a flight for Don Quixote and Sancho Panza to Spain and one for Engelbert Humperdink to London.

I figured it all out in about 20 minutes so the instructor gave me codes to play around with and I helped out people in the class. This poor woman next to me didn't get it at all. The computers were really old, and by really old I mean they were running on Windows 2000, but they still operate on that ctrl+alt+del to sign in. Well, they told us to do that and sign on and someone had already signed on to her computer and the program (SHARES) through which we operate is already open. She's sitting there trying to log in to the system through SHARES and not through Windows. I told her that she could exit out of SHARES because she was already logged in to Windows and she didn't know how to exit a program. Eep. She's like 60, and apparently doesn't do the whole

OMGKIDNAPPINGDRAMACSI

computer thing very well. I explained most everything to her the best I could, and I think she kinda was getting it by the time we left class. I hope she picks it up because otherwise she won't pass and she'll be out of a job.

Came home and watched some fun A&E true crime, found out that my roommate's grandfather was a detective/police photographer in NY in the 30's which is totally badass. She said he had run ins with all the big gangsters of the time, and they had some really cool photo albums of the stuff he dealt with.

(Wow, so Texas... I love you but how awesomely special is your local news? A Galveston cop raped a woman in his squad car while he was on duty and a man in Sugarland claims he's Jesus resurrected...)

I left a message for Jess in case I could figure out how to change my tickets to spend next weekend in Austin, and she's going home this weekend! So tomorrow after class, we're going to jet off to Austin until Sunday!

Holy crap, Showtime came out with another awesome show, it looks like. It's called "Dexter" and it's about a serial killer who works for the police. The catch song? Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones. You are DAMN right I'll watch any show with that song behind it.

OK, I'm going to go down and get my brownie a la mode, try to make myself eat despite the fact that I'm nauseous out of reason thanks to the ratty CVS up the street not having my NuvaRing, then watch Shark, shower and shave, try to give Wes a call and give Jess a call as well.

You know I'm excited about Austin, MAN am I excited about Austin!

( Banned Books-- Bold=Read )

Total of 35. Thank goodness my parents were hippies ;o)

Training Day 3/Houston Day 4:

Last day of class today was kind of ridiculous. The instructors continued to be not instructive, and people continued to be ridiculously stupid which was to be expected.

Afterwards, I came back and changed, then went to The Galleria with Tonya, Joseph, and Tonya's roommate (whose name I can't remember). It was ridiculous. The line from this is in reference to tonight when I held in my hands a $2k Prada Bag, the most expensive thing I've ever held in my life. There's a Gucci, a Prada, an A|X, a Louis Vuitton-- when I say rich people's mall, I mean rich people's mall...

We decided that The Cheesecake Factory was in order for dinner and Tonya treated all of us! I had herb encrusted salmon with sauteed asparagus in a lemon cream sauce, mashed garlic potatoes, and "Steak Diane" which were really nice little steak medallions with peppercorns and sauteed mushrooms and onions.

God it was amazing.

Then I had lemon raspberry cheesecake for dessert.

I need to take a shower but I think I'm too lazy... hm.

I'm also curious as to why more of Faulkner's books didn't make an appearance on that list. *ponders*

Taking a shower tomorrow afternoon, I think. I'm pooped and I have to be at training at 7a tomorrow morning. I did tell them, though, that I can't understand a damn word Julia says and I may need to trade classes with someone... and they're very nice about it, so hopefully being in a smaller classroom will help, but since I doubt it, at least they're not like, "You got to be flexible, man!"

( My Job, exactly )

We also watched a video of a cat obsessed with flushing a toilet.

I'm in Houston, at a Holiday Inn, with a fairly nice but also fairly neurotic roommate.

( My writing on the way down )

I like having a computer with a semi-long lasting battery.

( Arriving in Houston )

Apparently I could have taken Amy's duffel bag in addition to the little suitcase I borrowed. To think I was worried about overpacking-- I was the only person there with less than three bags total-- my AOII black bag, my computer bag, and the medium sized suitcase that was the size of most people's carryons.

( Day Two: What Happens to State School Sorority Girls when they Grow Up )

Here you go, mami! Hasta luego!

( Day Three: I correct a training staff member and fall asleep )

Now I'm back at the hotel just chilling out. Oh, and I found my drivers license.

I think I might see what I can do about coming to Austin next weekend. I'll call Mac and tell him I won't be back until Sunday night and just take my $12.50 flight in and see Swiggett and Thomas (assuming I can still steal the couch) and Wes and just kind of enjoy the city a little bit, then head on back to Memphis. We'll see.

*yawn* I'm tired and this tv has wierd sound on it... hope you guys have enjoyed this little update, more later. Since apparently the internet works now...

He just wanted to say hi's all

Also, I would like to note that I'm not cool with Chavez calling our president the devil. Yeah, OK, I agree that he's a sick man and not fit for the job, but what the hell kind of leader are you if you stoop to the tactics of an administration that threatens to "blow [Pakistan] back to the stoneage"?

I'm not saying that everyone shouldn't have the right to free speech, but the problem with that right is that people say stupid shit. I wish we had "stupid" censors that would weed out all the kool fuckaz who think they speek l337 bcuz they 4get sum letterz and rite thingz xtreme n shit. People who visit the country and use their (sometimes) temporary pass to say stupid things instaed of something that means anything to the rest of the world. Like, Chavez proposed a new heated oil plan. Do we know what that means or what the plan was? No. Because he went and said something stupid and bellicose. I'm not saying you have to speak proper English, or even ENglish at all, but you shouldn't open your mouth if all you're going to do is spew shit that will take up people's precious time and the spot of something important on the front page of CNN.

I'm thoroughly convinced that if Bush hadn't started this war, if Chavez weren't an idiot, if Armitage wasn't an idiot, if all the leaders of the world weren't complete fucking idiots who talked out of their asses all the time, we would actually know what the fuck is going on in Darfur. But, who cares about genocide when the FBI/CIA/Dept of Homeland Security missed Osama Bin Laden again? Psh.

I don't care if you're a Democrat or a Republican or a Tory or Whig or whateverthefuck other political alignments you have; you have to agree that some things are important and some aren't. People are important, and therefore trying to stop ethnic cleansing in Darfur (I'll stick with that example) is important. Yeah, great, we didn't find bin Laden again-- I say don't tell us that until you actually find him. Let us hear about something important for a change. I don't really give a shit if Lindsey Lohan got blasted by another studio rep (well, I find it amusing, but that's what I have The Superficial for), I'd rather not be the last country in the world to know about Darfur and even though I love his silky voice and smooth looks, I don't want to have to find out about it from George Clooney.

So there.

/rant

I just had to get that off my chest. And, as a treat, you get another fun link to Oddly Enough-- this time, we discover we find out why Rockwell always felt like someone was watching him.

( Mama sent me this )

I'm a chitlin.

Yesterday, wandering around the Bushport, we were instructed to find Bubba's Seafood. We promptly started quoting Forrest Gump.

I'm pretty upset right now because I may or may not get to go to the NHL game tonight and I won't be able to officiate, which really pisses me off. Like, it's not their fault, it's the NHL's fault. And the fact that I don't have a phone. The NHL didn't contact them until Tuesday and I was in Houston all day yesterday and they didn't get my name (which they had to have yesterday at noon) and so I can't officiate. I think one of the off ice guys might have an extra ticket, I'm calling Ron in about 10 minutes, so it'll be fun to go even, maybe see Nate (the cutie in my icon) and Lynn while I'm there.

If not, I guess I'll call Dill and maybe do something, but given how that's turned out recently... well, she'll end up with something else she forgot she had to do. And I know how that goes, but I really wanted to see her yesterday and I took an earlier flight back and everything, I don't know. Yesterday just sucked.

Speaking of which, a rundown of yesterday:

Tuesday, got up at 9 and went and dealt with a lot of apartment stuff.

Got back in town about 1, got a pizza, and went to S-K's to do laundry. Hung out there for a while and napped for about an hour, hour and a half while the laundry went.

Went to work at 6, got off at 11, went back to S-K's to do more laundry. Left her place at 3 to come back and take a shower and find my passport.

Left my place at 4 to be at B's at 430 to be at the airport at 5 to take the shuttle to be there at 530.

Checked in to my flight, went and napped in the terminal. Brandon switched my seat so I'd have a row to myself. Got on the plane at 640 and promptly went to sleep.

It was cold-- did you know they're still doing that goddamn, "You can't even take your mascara on the plane with you." bullshit? Cause they are.

Got to Houston at about 830, then proceded to the training center where I filled out like five trees worth of paperwork and took a couple drug tests and had my fingerprints taken and put on file. Apparently the machine doesn't like my fingerprints, so hey, maybe I won't have to worry about the ones I left at that murder scene last week.

When we were done with the paperwork, we had to go back to the airport for drug testing. The directions sent us BACK through security, and to the clinic through several convoluded directions that ended up being completely incorrect. "Look for Bubba's Seafood" which prompted the Forrest Gump jokes. It was Bubba's Bar and Grill which was disappointing. If we'd gone through the double doors, we would have evacuated the entire airport, it was a single door that a couple of airline employees were nice enough to point out to us.

Jase, one of my fellow Memphis trainees, was amused that we had to go through all this and then pick up a phone, and while he was joking around saying "Where are the diamonds?" someone actually answered in the clinic and heard him. It was amusing.

Went, peed in a cup, had to handle the cup and the subesequent tubes in to which my urine was split, and then witnessed one of the nurses spill the remaining sample of Jase's out on to the FLOOR and she wasn't worried. WTF?

Apparently the test not only shows pot and coke, but angel dust and PCP as well. Which means I'm fucked... or something. Who knows.

They also had some amusing posters on the wall, including one that proclaimed alcoholism as an equal opportunity disease.

We left, decided to try and catch the 330 flights back to our respective hometowns (Josh was with us, he's from Daytona) and flew back to Memphis.

Got back about 5, Dill picked me up and took me back here. I came in and talked to a couple people for a bit, then went in to watch a movie. Started Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle, then fell asleep. And didn't wake up until 1045 this morning. At which point I went to work.

I'm still hungry, they didn't give us lunch yesterday, so all I've had in the past 24 hours is an egg sandwich I made and some Doritos I found in the vending machine at the clinic.

Anyway, that sums up my past 72 hours, hope you've enjoyed. Now, to call the off ice guys and see if I get to go to the game...

Edit:

Well, the NHL officially can bite my ass. I'm not going to the game and, as I thought, Dill doesn't have the time (and I'm not bitching, I know there's stuff to do, I was a junior last year, it's a bitch of a year), and I have nothing to do tonight except sit around and feel sorry for myself again. I need to find a new hobby.

Funny stuff, this-- in the first rendition (during which I was hiding on Windfall Island), Adam was the naval officer. In the second, where I hide away on the Island of Doom, it's Erin.

Even if Emily is a big enough twit to try and pop up a few times ;o)

Working on laundry at S-K's, and I kinda sorta want to shoot myself. I have to be at Brandon's in three hours to go fly to Houston for paperwork that will likely not happen because I didn't get the following until about an hour ago because they sent it at 4...

( What to bring for your first day of training )

Now, this is all fine and dandy but there's a problem...

I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THIS SHIT.

I have my drivers license, but none of the other stuff. And yeah whatever you should have it, but I've never had to have it before and if I did have it, it would be with my mom. I haven't gotten a chance to get together all my paperwork from Atlanta (medical records, official papers, etc) yet which is why I don't have this shit with me. Also, the state of GA sucks because I ought to have a copy of my birth certificate and never got one. Fuckers.

So I start flipping out and Brandon's like, "Umm, you need that for every job you have..." and I'm like, "Ummm, no I haven't."

After I freaked out for a while and he finally got the point that I really honestly have never had to have more than my license and a student ID to prove I live here and exist as an American and conceded that it was kind of ridiculous for them to expect me to have all that shit together in less than 24 hours anyway. Less than 13 if you consider the fact that they suggest you arrive 2 hours ahead of time and the flight is at 645, which would put me there at 445 which is 12 hours and 50 minutes after I received the e-mail from the training guy.

Anyway, I've finally calmed down, after much bawling and feeling like a general fuckwit, and am going to try to be excited about going and optimistic that I can find my passport and that they won't kick me out and send me back to Memphis.

I get back at about 530 tomorrow and will hopefully get some ice cream with Dill and take my computer up to Bosco's so Matthill can fix it and then I shall perhaps make Dill sit and watch some Firefly with me because Matthill rocks my world and burned the first half of the Firefly DVDs for me! Whoooooeee!

Soo yes, trying to stay awake, rambling on LJ, wishing there were other people out there trying to stay awake even though they'll look like shit because of it.

Going to go steal some S-K food, check on the laundry sitch and hopefully finish up soon so I can go home and take a shower and (hopefully) find my passport so I don't get laughed out of Houston tomorrow...

Came home from work where I wanted to stick my car key through Chelsea's forehead until I told Mac that he needed to send her home or I couldn't guarantee her safety, plopped down, ate leftover linguine and watched the title movie with Zac and Amy. I really love those two, living with them is such awesomeness I can't even say. I obviously can't put it in to words properly either. Gooooo English Major!

Went to see my new girly doctor this morning. He was really nice, quick and precise, though it kinda wierded me out more that he was/had to be super uber careful about the physical. Like, I know there are laws, and that procedure is very, "This is what I'm doing now..." and all that, but I've been to so many gynos and had so many pelvics I think I could perform one on myself if I bent that way. And, you know, knew what I was supposed to be looking for. He also used the all inclusive "we" quite a bit, but I decided to try and move past that. After all, it can't be any wierder to an outside observer than walking in on your patient in paper gown trying to correct the typos in the article on the wall... I'm also a little intrigued by the thought of an obstetrics and gynocological facility offering cosmetic surgery. I mean, it's all harmless skin stuff for scars and major blemishes and that sort of thing, but all I could think of was people having vagina lifts.

"Boyfriend tired of the same old labia? Give him something new with a beauty mark!"

It's like tattooed eyeliner. But for your vagoo.

(if you don't get that reference, read Least I Could Do-- it's my favorite)

Hi, my name is Meg and I'm wierd.

Anywhoo, bitchy nurse lady who was pissed about having On The Border for lunch "again" pricked me for the blood sample right on a spot I think I had a splinter or something on last night because it hurt like hell and still does. I also had a completely wierd weekend and then spent three hours sitting in a freezing cold drs office only to walk out in to cold rain which put me in a choice mood, so I totally forgot to run shit down to the old apartment and instead watched Syriana (which would have been good if it had been 20 minutes shorter, even without a plot) and spaced out.

Saw Joey and Dill briefly, left them to do their catching up, realized just how much shit I have to do before I leave for Houston on Wednesday.

The plan is as follows:

Wake up early (obviously, as it is currently 240a) and go down to the CC apartment offices. Talk to them about the plan, then get the rest of my shit out of the place.

Noonish, head back. Go steal S-K's laundry maker because I have NO CLEAN CLOTHES LEFT. It's kind of ridiculous. I also need to figure out what the fuck happened to my socks; they've all disappeared and I haven't been washing them (don't wear them that often, haven't done laundry in a while) so I'm a bit confused as to where they've run off to.

Work at six I think? Well, work either way. Then come home and get my shit together to be at the airport ass crack early on Wednesday to go to Houston for the day. Come back, maybe get Dill to pick me up and then come have ice cream (since B is taking me because airport parking is a fucking scam).

Thursday is when things get exciting. There's a Blue Jackets/Preds exhibition game in Memphis that night. I know, not awesome teams, I'd rather see the Thrashers and the Habs or the Sens or even the Pens, but whatever. The awesome thing is that I MIGHT BE OFFICIATING!!!!!!

I also got an e-mail today from my off ice buddies and I get an official CHL sweater and jacket. Ohhh yeah, talk about hawtt. That's like hott and hawt mixed together to indicate more sexiness than you know what to do with.

Anyway, I'm going to stop talking about how much shit I have to do in the next three days and GO DO IT!

Oh, and if you happen to find $15 floating around, let me know, because I really could use some Starbucks and that was also the only money I had left until I get paid again and Amy has a chance to deposit the check... yeeeah.