personal space

I really really dislike it when one of my coworkers comes over to my desk and opens up a drawer to get something.

It's not really my desk, I share it with another student worker who comes in on the days that I'm not there but UGH! It just sort of freaks me out to be typing away at my computer and then see a big dark something pop into my peripheral vision. On the outside I tense up a bit but on the inside I'm going "Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

I don't understand why they can't store their office supplies in their own desks? I think it's because they think of my desk as the "empty desk" or the "spare desk" since it's only used for half the day and only by us wretched student workers so I guess it doesn't matter to them.

Its just that whenever someone gets in my personal bubble I get a little irritated. I know, I know, I'm really anal and weird lol, I know I'm not normal!

talk to strangers!

I present to you Omegle.

It's a chat service that randomly hooks you up with another person.

I've had some pretty strange/hilarious conversations, and a lot of disconnections from people in China and Korea lol. Guess it's because I tried it pretty late last night.

Also, this morning I woke up at 5:00 am from a very long, vivid dream and I just had to write it down. I left the house quickly for work when I woke up the second time so I didn't get the chance to read what I had written. But...I have a feeling it could be enough inspiration for a short story or maybe another beginning-of-a-novel-that-I-never-finish.

lovely meryl

I saw Julie & Julia today. Honestly, is there any actress today that can rival Meryl Streep? Or any actor for that matter, the woman is absolutely amazing. The movie itself was only so-so. The Julia Child storyline was far more interesting and better acted than the Julie Powell one. Stanley Tucci was amazing as he always is, he is very underappreciated in my humble opinion. I loved the clothing (especially the blue evening dress Julia wears at one point) and the food looked absolutely delicious.

After the movie I bargained with my Dad so I could get some Burger King burger shots (they're these little mini burgers that are so cute, I couldn't resist!) In exchange for my meal I made dinner for the family. It was really simple, a pan of roasted chicken with peas, potatoes, onions, and eggplant. You just chop everything up, mix it with some pepper and salt then bathe the whole thing with tomato paste and water. Delish!

Anyways back to Meryl. She was so amazing in Doubt that I couldn't resist taking stills of the movie which I hope to make into icons and wallpapers once I get Photoshop back on my comp. Her face is so expressive and she has the ability to make you truly believe she IS Julia Child! Her voice, mannerisms, everything. Absolutley bloody amazing. Julia Child herself was a force to be reckoned with, she is someone I could definately see myself being friends with if I was alive in her time. She gives me hope that I can accomplish something too and that it is not too late to do so. And a renewed appreciation for cooking, what can be better than that?

blogging in mah mind

It's the strangest thing but all day long I will come up with brilliant topics to blog about; things I've seen, ideas I think about, cute anecdotes from my past. But then, by the time I actually get home and get on the computer, I can't think of a single thing to post about!

I swear I could have posted tons since I've opened this account, but I only have a handful of posts to my name. Fail.

So dear readers, how do you remember what to post about during your day? And when do you usually prefer to post?

overheard

At the supermarket checkout counter:

Old Man: I opened it up and there were no brownies inside!

Cashier: Sir this is a box of cake mix, you have to bake them first.

Old Man: Well maybe when my wife was alive but I'm no baker!

Snooping

Ugh. I found out my Mom has gone through my stuff yesterday.

I came home from work and I was talking to her and she said "Oh I've started reading one of your books today" and I was like "What book?" and she said "That classical book...The Perfect Bride" and I was like O_O on the inside but on the outside I just nodded my head and pretended to be okay with it.

First of all, this book was on the dresser next to my bed. I know for a fact she couldn't have just randomly spotted it becuase let me tell you, my room is a MESS its very hard to come across anything in my room because its packed with magazines and papers and clothes and books everywhere.

Second, of all the books I have in my room, (and I do have a ton) she had to go for the historical romance that I got on a whim and didn't even enjoy reading. I hope she doesn't start making judgments about me.

And finally, just UGH. Why does she have to go through my stuff? Hello, I'm frickin 21 years old, I know she birthed me and all but damn, a woman needs her space! Its not like I'm hiding porno under my bed or something (I assure you I'm not!) but I just don't like the idea of someone going through my stuff.

Ok...rant over. And if you're thinking of reading the book I don't really recommend it. However a romance novel I can recommend is The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt, its well written and very enjoyable.

Peace out.

Lunch

Today I went to grab a quick lunch in the middle of my workday. I only work 5 hours a day so I technically only have the right to a 15 minute break. This allows me enough time to get lunch but not to eat it, I have to eat it in quick bites while I'm working. (Stupid I know but in order to get a full hour lunch break I'd have to work 8 hours and um, well, no thank you).

So I was standing in line to order when I hear the door of the restaurant open and a man and a woman stepped in. I couldn't see them but I could hear them talking and instantly I told myself, wait isn't that the guy I knew...I turned around and yep, I had recognized the voice of this guy I used to have a class with THREE YEARS AGO.

I hadn't seen him or spoken to him since, isn't that amazing? I wonder how long our minds retain what certain people's voices sound like...and why?