My belly button has a new hole!

I am in a moment of lucidity, so I will take this brief moment to say hi. I just took some of my painkillers and I'm waiting for them to put me back in a state of "zombie-ness." This morning I took the bandages off and stared in awe of the gaping pink and purple colored areas on my belly. My stomach is actually more tender now that I have the bandages off. I think it's because the bandages provided stability and there's nothing there keeping the spots in place, ya know? I finished the book that Shannon gave me and it was really good. I think most of it could have also been because I was stoned out of my mind, as my sister said. I really do not like laying in bed cooped up. Most of the day was spent with me spacing out in front of the TV, occasionally coming back to reality because my painkillers wore off and I needed to retake them. Mom's been super nice to me and I hate feeling like I'm burdening everyone. Before Steph left today, I think I freaked her out because I sort of randomly lifted up my shirt to show off my war wounds. I've been doing it alot, lol. My neck and shoulders are killing me and it hurts when I swallow. The muscles in my neck and throat are sore. It hurts to breathe. Let me tell you, this is not fun. Kendora does not want surgery ever again...EVER. Last night, I couldn't sleep and kept drifting off into these weird daydream type things. It was disturbing, maybe I'm having a bad trip from these pain killers. Mom came in at one point and scared the crap out of me last night, but she didn't do it on purpose. Of course, if you are going to wear a white t-shirt and limp silently into your child's room...please announce yourself in the doorway, instead of sneaking up on them. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I think I'm rambling and to avoid anything embarrassing, I am going to go ahead and stop typing. For fear of saying something weird or something... I'm going to hopefully pass out now, g'night guys!

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow...

As I checked in yesterday, it was funny and I did my best to keep myself from being nervous. Of course when someone is asking if you have a living will and stuff, it doesn't really help. The lady asked my religious preference and my mom said, "NO" which sort of pissed me off and I told the lady Baptist, since I really liked the church that Steph had taken me to. All the pretty singing and stuff...but church isn't really my thing, I just don't fit in well and prior experiences have made me feel like they are all a bunch of hypocrites. BUT for the record, I know not all churches are like that, so I just want everyone to know that I respect the people who go to church, it's just not for me. Sorry, the painkillers make me ramble. So yesterday, they did my surgery at 3:15pm instead of freaking 11:30am. Then at one point, I had to go to the bathroom and I had already been stripped, wearing a crappy gown, white stockings, blue thingies on my legs that had tubes, and so I'm running across the nurse's station practically naked with these tubes flopping around my legs. It was embarrassing, because coming out the bathroom, these two nurses just looked at me like I was stupid. Finally they get my IV hooked up and I'm sooooo tired and sleepy and bored at this point, that I didn't even need the stupid anesthesiologist. Mom and Steph came in and kept making fun of me saying embarrassing things to make my heart rate go up, when the fruity guy came in to explain to me about my pain killers and what they were going to give me pre-surgery. So he's telling me that I'm not going to remember any of it and blah blah blah, when he suddenly looks at me all annoyed and goes, "You're not following me, let's try that again." I looked at him when he finished and said, "Thanks, I did get it the first time, I'm bored and ready to get this sh** over with." I would have continued, but Steph shot me a warning look and I laid my head back down, praying for this whole thing to be over with. Finally, some one comes to get me and the last thing I remember is breathing with a breathing mask on. When I wake up, there was this really nice nurse, and I wish I had gotten her name, and she was very sweet to me. She got me some gingerale and talked to me. This lady was so nice, she even gave me a hug and told me to feel better after she took me back to my room to get changed. I felt naseuous and my mom's driving didn't help. Right now, I'm honestly haing trouble typing because I am on some HEAVY painkillers...thank God for spell check. My stomach is hurting really bad and I have a sharp pain in my right side and right shoulder. Laughing makes it worse. So I just wanted to let you all know, that I am alive and well...but in a terrible amount of pain. What makes it worse is I can't laugh and we all know that I love jokes. 'Kay guys, I'm gonna lay back down and try to sleep. G'night guys!

Karate Kid II

Watching the Karate Kid II last night, I caught somethings that I had missed the first thousand times I've watched it. It could be due to the fact I actually understand some Japanese and things started to make more sense to me. For instance, I always thought it weird that Sato let his nephew tear up the Miyagi dojo and beat up Daniel. But listening to what he said in Japanese prior to the scene, a lot more made sense. Sato calls his nephew an idiot and says that no one is there, and when he sees Daniel, he has this look of realization come across his face. He then just sort of storms off, so now it all makes sense. Just thought I'd throw that in there. Work was fun today, I was greeter again and handed out stickers. I am magical after all, passing out the magic to children everywhere. Providing happiness to everyone, and this time people actually talked to me! Surgery is now two days away. I am fighting the urge to be nervous and avoiding panic because I don't want to make myself any sicker. I feel kind of like Daniel-san, only I am having an organ removed instead of fighting to the death for a Japanese girl against an angry-nephew-of-a-rich-Japanese-business-karate-man. No, I am preparing for a fight against my anesthesia and diseased organ. ...Then again, if I have a really good pain killer and anesthesia, I could probably go to Japan and fight zombies, in my own mind anyway. Well, I think for now, I am going to go to sleep and get some rest. G'night guys! I think I'll leave you guys with these funny pictures:

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I don't need no Santa.

Work provides me material and material provides me entertainment. I don't need no Santa to bring me joyful ideas and such. This little girl today came into the store with her sister and I greeted them asking if they had visited Santa. They answered affirmatively, so I asked if they had told the jolly fatman everything that they wanted. The older sister, about 8, looks at me and goes, "Uh no, I'm going to buy it myself." Shocking, so I high-fived her and made a comment about her being an independent woman and one of my co-workers says, "She don't need Santa." It was waaaaaaaay funnier in person, but I found it hilarious, none the less. I was concerned though because all day, I greeted people and was ignored by children and adults alike. People would look at me like I had spit on them and cursed, despite the fact I was quite jovial in my salutations. I figured it was the princess tiara I was wearing and the possible fact that I am Princess Awesome and they're not. Boo-yah. Leaving work was just as interesting because as I'm turning onto the road, there's a car lot nearby, I see that the car dealership has an entire row of cars with their car alarms going off. Now...I sit here and plan to go to sleep. My cramps from Gall are not getting any better, so I am going to sleep it all away. Tuesday I will have it all over with and I don't need Santa to take it away from me. Besides, I'm having trouble thinking clearly enough to come up with something more and clever to entertain you all. Therefore, I bid thee good night!

$2.32 to fax one page

Exactly. Damn mall employees ripping me off. $2 and something to freaking fax something! Why does it cost so much? Whenever I have faxed stuff for the store, it only costs like under a $1... GRAH!!! Work was fun though...insane crazy people buying stuff. It's really fun because there's all these soccer mom's whacked out on StarBucks, trailing a stroller and 5.4 kids behind them, frappucino in hand. Then everyone in the mall forgets what yesterday was and it's just amazing to be quickly reaffirmed as to how people have short-term memory. One day they're pretending to be thankful, surrounded by family and the next day they're trying to greedily buy everything in sight. At one point, I was like an auctioneer and was selling the last five Princess Tea Cart Sets. It was awesome, because I kept yelling out the bargain price of only $19.99 and mentioning the beautiful gold trim on the pink, and forcing people to look at the two happy little girls on the back of the box. Fun. Then this one lady came in and refused to believe I was truly so cheery and made a comment about how I wouldn't be if I had to live her life. I hit her with the fact I had to have surgery, it was sweet. I think I added, "And I'm dying" on top of it. I have a craptacular stressing life, but I find humor in it. My ability to find humor in my darkest of times, is what has kept me semi-sane and alive. Sad thing is, I really do mean it when I greet people and tell them 'hello.' Some people truly appreciate it. After work, I had to go to the freaking hospital to get some pre-lab tests and stuff done. While the nurse was trying to draw blood, she freaking kept poking around in my arm trying to get the vein, despite the fact I told her it would be better to take it from my hand...like 20 times. My left arm is hurting, and my right hand is hurting...With all the poking she did, you'd think I could have filled plenty of vials. Then I had to get a physical a little later. Damned doctors with their fancy white lab coats. Hmm...I'm sleeeeeeeeeeeeepy. I wonder why we can't do all of this at once...oh wait, they need that $25 co-pay. I hope they don't steal any of my damn organs while they're taking out Gall. I named him that...it was that or Joe (as in G.I. Joe since the gall bladder is always army greem in pictures) and yes it is a boy. That's why I have so much misery in me. I am fairly certain that men have girl gall bladders, it just makes so much more sense. Concerning the surgery, I feel a bit less nervous about it than before. Unfortunately, I am very concerned with the fact that I have to miss work, and miss out on money to pay bills and put gas in my car. I hope I can recover fast, say in three days so that I can go back and not miss too many days. Damn the almighty American Dollar. Phew, I'm exhausted...all that poking in my arm and dealing with children and their parents has finally caught up with me. I think I'm going to pass out for a while to regain strength. G'night guys!

Oh and if anyone reeeeeeeally needs to or suddenly gets the urge to look something up online, please use the nifty google search box I inserted at the top or bottom of the page. Granted, there's no pressure to do so, it just makes google even cooler because everything comes up with a black background and red letters, lol. It's entertaining to me...humor me. Okay I'm off to sleep.

Happy Turkey Day!

So today is the day we celebrate our brutality and abuse of the natives of this wonderful land we now own, known as America! Yay for our inconsiderate ancestors! I do have some Indian blood in me, so it's totally okay, I can say these things, lol. Yes, we hack a giant turkey into pieces for our kin to feast upon, reminiscent of our ancestors during the dark ages where they ate from giant turkey legs and roasted boar. Now, we have giant mutant turkey legs (like at Disney) and 1/4 of a boar to feast upon! I also like the fact that instead of knights impaling each other on lances, we watch grown men in tights tackling each other in a large grass field. Nice evolution, huh? I've never really cared much for Thanksgiving, only because I was always concerned about the Indians and the fact that they now own casinos and live on little plots of land that we so "generously" gave to them. It depresses me more than makes me thankful. But it could always be worse, right? Things happen for a reason, but sometimes I wonder if certain things will ever make sense? Aha, there it is, that's why I'm thankful. This holiday is truly to make us be thankful in our lives because things could always be worse and foreign invaders could come to our land, we show them how to do things, and then they screw us over... Oh wait, that has happened to us in this era so far, hasn't it? Well, regardless, I'm thankful that we have yet to truly experience what the American Indians did. Thanks corporate America! On a brighter note, I am coming along fine with ideas for my sequel, and for the first book. There are some things I can add to put more depth into my novel and to make it a bit longer. Today, I should be able to pass it off to my cousin. I vowed to not edit my novel yet until I have all the people I need to read it. That way, I don't regret what I add, and...well ya know. Steph said she would splurge on me and buy me a little flip notepad so I don't have to embarrassingly scribble on napkins and what not. Personally, I think it adds depth, but hey if she wants to spend $.50 on me, yay! Oh and since I love everyone and all, here's a wonderful picture from one of my favorite sites. Happy Turkey Day guys!

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Whoooooo!

So today has been sort of a long day, but I've got my ideas about what to make my next book about. Still working on some of the details, but ya know how that goes. The only thing that I am worrying about now is how to go about actually getting my book published. I don't know how or if I should get a literary agent or not. BUT...so far the three people that I have let read it have really enjoyed it. I still have about three more to let read it, before I finally go ahead and make my final edits and changes, then it's off to the copyright office. Hmmm...good thing I'm coming up with all this because I will have to be doing something to occupy myself while I am recovering. I thought about writing a short story about my gall bladder to keep my mind sharp...hell maybe I will. Right now I am watching one of my guilty pleasure TV shows. So for now, here's my story full of gall, lol.
In between your pancreas and liver, I lurk. Sitting quietly, green in color, and full of bile. When you become ill, it's thanks to me, but more importantly it's a thrill to me to torture you after you eat. Your stomach feels like it's going to explode and you desperately wish for someone to knock you out. The important thing is to remember I am there, waiting patiently to torment you with painful cramps. Not only do I house your poisons and toxins, but I can also create little spurs of pain. Stones that gather and grow inside of me, the stones creating more discomfort for you to deal with. All in all, here I sit, patiently waiting for "it."
So there it is. My crazy little story, it seemed right. I'm fairly certain that's what my organ thinks as it lingers in my abdomen, torturing me. Thinking about the surgery is making me more nervous because what if I have a nightmare about zombies? Like what if I move on the table because I am kicking ass in my dream? Or if I'm running around from the zombies saving oprhans? Then, if I wake up, what if I forget where I am?! What if I wake up on the operating table?! ...Okay, what if zombie's attack while I'm in surgery? Then I could be screwed, let's hope the apocalypse doesn't happen while I'm having organs removed. I think I need to start incorporating little doodles of mine here as well. Well kids, that's it for now. I'm going to try to come up with a couple more ideas for my book before I watch my show. ...Ya know, I really need to thank Shannon and everyone else for heckling me about writing a story. It's going pretty well, and everyone has told me I would do it one day. So thanks for heckling me Shannon! If you and everyone else hadn't been shoving comments into my gall bladder and boosting my ego, then I would have never delusioned myself into writing a story...and it's actually working. G'night guys!

I swear I'll do it!!!

Today I went to see the surgeon man who will be operating on me and he said the soonest he could schedule me in would be next Tuesday. Fine. I got my cheesy Laroscopic Gallthingie-majiggie with the people smiling happily about having their organs taken out, when he was all like, "'Kay, just rest until then." I said huh and before he could continue to tell me that I would have to be off until my surgery, I snapped and threatened to cut my gall bladder out my own damn self with a pen knife. So I get to go back to work until then! Yay! Happy story, I'm still cramping and feeling sort of weird, but as long as I can occupy myself, it's all good. So yea... Later!

Bleh.

So my sister read my story, and apparently she loved it. My mom is reading it as well and she really thinks it's good. I feel good about it, but I fear it is too short seeing as how my sister read it in like 5-6 hours. After checking this one website, it said that a novel needs to be 70,000 words long or more. I was like, "Dammit it all!" Granted I knew that my book was actually a novella being at 35,649 including the chapter and chapter titles. So...yay! I guess I could add more to it, but I'm not entirely sure how, my mom says it's all ready good at explaining everything so far and my sister is all like, "Is there more? I wanna read the second one!" All of this is actually a good thing since my mom doesn't usually care for such books and my sister hates reading. Even Steph liked it and she simply abhors reading. The next persons I'm going to pass it off to will be my father and my cousin. I'm hoping they'll be able to give me some insight. And if you can't tell, my spirits are a little more than lifted after having such ego strokes. My stomach isn't feeling much better though. It's the damnedest thing, but I swear that I can actually feel my gall bladder sitting there next to my liver and above my pancreas. Just sitting there, waiting for the inevitable. It's quietly contemplating it's revenge on me before I can get it removed from my chubby little body. That bastard. Lol, sorry it's just weird. And I haven't had an appetite for about a week now. I'm hoping I'm at least losing some weight, lol. But I just thought I'd update everyone and hopefully provide them humor by reading my rants. Hope everyone is well and I am devoutly praying that this book thing works out for me. G'night guys.

I hate my life...officially.

So...Guess what? I got gall stones! Whee! I get to have surgery, and get my entire gall bladder ripped from my abdomen. Fun. I'm now completely, utterly, and insanely depressed. BUT...everyone is all like, "Oh it's a simple surgery! Nothing to worry about! blah blah blah." First of all, great that you can say such things being that it not you who will be having your innards sucked out through a straw. Secondly, I've never had major surgery except when my wisdom teeth were pulled out, so I am a little wary of it. Thirdly, people die everyday on operating tables for even the most easiest and routine surgery. Fourth and foremost, er forelast?, I will be out of work! I can't work, I have to stay in bed and I miss out on working. Now then, can anyone understand at all why I am more than a little upset at my current predicament? Steph tried cheering me up...she said that I could at least write another story or a possible sequel. Maybe even a series. Everything is a trilogy or series nowadays, ya know? Serials are okay, but not if they get to be too much. I feel like my life is a weekly serial. There are cliffhangers and suspense...more dark comedy than anything, but hey, everyone likes morbidness despite their reluctance to admit it. I can most surely find humor in my current situation, but for once in my life, it bothers me to do so. I guess I'm wanting the pity card for a bit, because I'm never on the receiving end of it... Hell, who cares? I'm going to have an organ removed, a piece of me that has been there since birth (I think). In a way it's almost as if part of my spirit is being taken away... 'Kay, I tried making it sound semi-romantic, but I'm not feeling it. More importantly to me than anything though is...Can I keep it in a jar? Stones and all? Later guys.

Oh noes!

Again...I had to call into work again! I hate calling into work because believe me, I would much rather be working and filling my time with something to occupy myself with. I'm so pissed off about it because tomorrow morning (6:00am to be exact) I will be going and getting some more tests done and seeing a specialist. I think doctors who are "specialists" are nothing more than doctor's who went to school for an extra month! I hate going to the hospital or doctors office because no matter how poor you tell them they are, you still get bills for freak hundreds to thousands of dollars! It's bull crap and I feel like they won't find anything wrong with me like the past two times I went into the hospital. I think it's all a waste of time and I hate it. I am totally serious when I tell my mom to just take me out back and shoot me before taking me to incur more bills. ...>__< ! <~~Angry face. The good news is, I've finally finished my book and printed out a copy of it. I'm going to let several people read it and then take any of their comments into consideration and make appropriate changes before sending it off to be copyrighted. I might do that before I actually let someone else read it. Honestly, I think I've got something with my story and I'm trying to keep it as closely guarded as possible, but I'm sooooo excited about it. At least being cooped up in bed has had it's advantages. I just hope I feel better soon, and that I figure out how to go about getting my book noticed by a publisher. For now anyways, I'm going to pass out and get some sleep. Maybe sleeping more will help me get rid of whatever it is that's making me sick (I still think it's stress). G'night guys!

Attack of the gall bladder

So like, there's apparently something wrong my gall bladder or the general area of my upper abdomen. Let me just say that it sucks major ass. My stomach is killing me, I'm tired, and I haven't had an appetite in forever. The worst part is being unable to go to work, I hate staying at home doing nothing! Tonight I kept myself busy cooking my fried rice and dinner for everyone else. I also finished my story and just have to go back and edit it myself, then to let the small handful of people I told about it, read it and edit it for me. At least that's something I can do, because I didn't even want to be off work tomorrow. Unfortunately, I gave in and listened to my doctor and am trying the whole rest thing. Bleh, it just all sucks. Right now Resident Evil Apocalypse is on, so I will now enjoy a little zombie action and pray that I don't turn into one. Stomach cramps and pain seem to always lead up to the person turning... I've checked myself and I don't seem to have any bite marks or anything...Hmm. Who knows? For now, I just need to chill out and relax. G'night guys!

Ev'rbody look at me, me...

Duuuude. I am so freaking exhausted. Ever since returning home from FL I've been getting super ill. Last night, I had to go to the ER because I was throwing up so violently. I was delirious with pain and kept moaning. And even in the throes of pain, I was wondering if that was what it felt like to turn into a zombie. The damn doctor said it was only gas and abdominal pain, but yet he wants me to get my gall bladder checked. Screw that, I was begging my mom to load a gun and shoot me before dragging me to the ER because they never freaking just tell me what I have and want me to run all over God's creation and give them more money. The bastards. I'm just going to take a couple of my mom's pain killers next time instead of going to the hospital, because that's all they did this time. GOD I HATE THE HOSPITAL! I'm still really tired, but to feel productive, I managed to hook up my laptop to my sister's computer so that I now have the Internet in the privacy of my own room. So that means expect more updates and more of my rambling. For now though...I'm going to drink some bullion beef and lay back down. I have to go to the doctor tomorrow, she says I have ulcers, and hopefully figure out what the hell's wrong with me. G'night guys!
P.S. Today's title is from some song lyrics and seemed appropriate as me being in the ER waiting room and moaning and tossing cookies into a garbage bag, everyone was indeed looking at me. And let me just say, I was going to kill the three little boys running around and screaming for five hours straight. Parents, please control your hoodlums when people are dying in the ER waiting room, looking their absolute worse. It's bad enough we have to be in public super sick, we don't need your freaking kids screaming and running around. Okay thanks bye!

Queen of the Store Room

So I spent all day straightening, rearranging, and opening boxes in the stock room. It was awesome, until I got sick. I feel so horrible right now, I need to lay down. I hardly have time to write in my blog because usually I get home so late that my sister won't let me use her computer. I need to get my wireless hooked up so that I can type in my room and not have to bother my sister. We still get "intelligent" guests every evening ranging from the ones who ask if the item that is reduced off the already reduced price is really the reduced price to guests who tell you that will only ask you one more question but instead ask twelve thousand other ones instead. It's like I don't even know what. I'm just happy I was in the back today. We have so much crap to sell and not enough room to sell it all. Today I went back to the food court and to the same place where "Crotch Girl" was working and she was there again today. Instead of the usual crotch itching. she added a little bit of eye digging as well. Unfortunately, this time I ordered food. Yes people...I love them so. Free entertainment. And their children! Who doesn't love hearing a child scream for 3 hours straight? You can hear them outside the store and in the store next door, and then finally they come in and grace us with their presence. God bless 'em all. The highlight of my day was actually holding one of my co-workers baby! It was awesome. She was a teeny tiny baby. Babies make life meaningful because they are daily reminds of the gift of life. Bleh, I need some sleep. 'Kay g'night guys!

Fish Filet

So being at McDonald's today was pretty creepy. Me and Steph were eating our Fish sandwich's and this guy walked by us, sort of hesitatingly. Then he comes over to us and asks if we're sisters. Steph tells him no, that we're just friends. He makes a comment about us having a good friendship or something, then asks for our names. I lied and said my name was Leigh and Steph, God bless her, gave her real name. Charles, that was this creepy guy's name, proceeded to babble on about something and suddenly he has his cell phone shoved in my face. I'm like, WTF? So I play stupid and tell him we don't own phones, and he asks about a land line, and I tell him no because we live with five other people. He then asks if they're guys, and I say that there are two guys, our boyfriends, and he eventually got the hint and left us alone. Moral of the story is do not eat at McDonald's on Preston Highway in Louisville, Kentucky. A creepy guy with horrible English named Charles will talk to you. Anyway, in other news, my novel is coming along well. I've got about 10 chapters in so far and inspiration is screaming in my brain. So let's all hope for the best. Apparently only one person has voted on my poll, and I wish I knew who it was, but anyways. Not much has happened lately except me brainstorming and trying to make my worthless little dreams reality. I now need to come back to reality though because my dog has decided to piss my mom off. Later guys.

Ah the wonders of life...

The food court is a place teeming with diverse people. There's the creepy guy at the potato place, two of 'em actually. Then there's the girl who proceeded to scratch her crotch as I ordered my sweet tea, and then handed me the drink and, continuing to scratch, asked if I needed anything else. I was like, "Mmm, yes. For you to wash your hands before re-scooping me some clean ice and a fresh drink." Unfortunately, the event was too much for me and I was left in a stupor. At least I didn't order food. Walking to from the food court back to the store is fun too, because people stop you to still ask questions. It's like, could you wait for me to at least step one inch into the store before asking me questions? Everyone at the store thought that I wouldn't be writing anymore in my blog, but oh were they so very wrong. There's more fun stuff that happens at work than they'd think. I was happy I got to work with Karen and Coreen tonight, because they're so funny. Especially Karen, because she's as deadpan as me and we have some funny conversations. Yes...but now, I need to relax and watch some tv. I'm tired. I'm going to try and start actually writing my first chapter or so tonight or something. G'night guys!

Doin' mah j-o-b

I finally got to do stock again today! It was a glorious 9 to 5 day as well. One of my co-workers was super nice and bought a Zero costume for my dog (Jack Skellington's dog from Nightmare before Christmas), because she knew that I really wanted one to get him and my mom was all like, "No." I'll eventually tackle him down and take adorable pictures of him standing there miserably while looking eye bleedingly cute. I also did finally come up with a good idea and am currently outlining it. I want to research things for it, but I feel like that'll only complicate it. Besides, I don't know if anything will ever come of it, or if anyone would ever read it. I have to keep it simple enough, ya know? I've also got the damned "This is Halloween" song stuck in my head. It can't be helped. Eventually, sometime this week, I'll be going to UofL to register and figure out what's going on with my schooling. More than likely, I will stick to Humanities as my major and possibly minor in English if possible. I want to graduate as soon as possible, but I feel like I shouldn't rush it. Now, I feel more productive than I did before... Inspiration is drawn from the children crawling and climbing my mountain of plush. My crown does not deter them, therefore I must think of other things than the things I would like to say to their parents. Those thoughts become fanciful thoughts and I rarely think of the mall as a good fort during the zombie invasion. At the front of the store, I am constantly looking up at the balcony thinking about how it wouldn't be too hard to block off the stairs and escalator to keep the zombies from coming up, plus we got the food court up there for provisions. Yes I know, I am deranged, but hey, who isn't? Besides, it's all thanks to the creative environment of the mall that I am able to readily use my imagination to quickly find myself a happy place, lol. Hmm...the mention of provisions has reminded me that I now have an appetite again and therefore require nourishment. Specifically, meaty raviolis and meatballs. What? I'm hungry. 'Kay, have a good evening guys and I'll babble at you all later!

Baby steps.

So, I think I know what type of story I am going to write. I will try a children's novel first because I can totally do my own drawings! That was actually something on my "things-to-do-list-before-I-die" as an 8 year-old little girl. Today at work, I wore a princess crown and jovially greeted every person that came into the store...of course to no avail. I usually either scared them or annoyed them. After a while, I actually took pleasure in the fact I was annoying them because they seemed to buy more, lol. People just seriously lack a sense of humor nowadays. It's very sad. I wish I could remember that random clever saying by someone about laughter...oh well. I really wear the crown for the pure silly factor it gives. It gives me silliness +50, but brings my defense down -10. Truly, it is a wondrous accessory. I just hope that I'm doing as good as a job as I did before, if not better. I'm just happy that everyone still seems happy to have me back and that I'm either really good at hiding my deeply buried sorrow or I'm really not so sad anymore. It's weird. During my break, I decided to volunteer to be Sensei's assistant (for free of course) so I can keep up with my Japanese and break the spirits of her students. It'll be good practice for when I become a manager at Disney. Muwahahaha. But seriously, I love messing with people and think deep down I do enjoy interacting with the masses, because they remind me of how not to act, hehe just joking...sort of. I've been feeling so creative lately, and I think it's because I'm at work talking to people and watching at how they react to what we say or the gestures we make (not obscene ones!) towards them. Bleh, that is sounding sort of GHEY, but oh well. For now, I think I'm going to flow with my creative mood and maybe get something productive done. Who knows? Talk to you guys later! For now, enjoy this video. Finally, as my cousin said, something Bush says something I agree with.

People are fun!

Just working back at Disney is making me feel more and more...at home. It almost feels as if Florida never was, ya know? Tonight I felt like I was sort of important though. This little old lady got so excited when I told her I had worked at Disney! She got so happy because her granddaughter is going to do the program in January and she asked if she could have my phone number. I went ahead and gave it to her so I could answer any questions for her or her granddaughter. She even got her husband and brought him in to see me. Kevin thought it was funny and said I have this thing with older people. God, how I have missed his humor. I finally got my damned crown back too! Of course it's a tiara from the movie Enchanted, but I looked awesome rocking it out. I'll have to have Steph take some pics of me whilst I is working and then you can all behold the sad glory that is me. I've also been giving serious thought to maybe writing a couple of short stories or something and seeing if anyone would be interested in them. I would like to be the next Hunter S. Thompson! ...Only I am a girl and I would be sober for everything I do...unless being hyped up on Pixie Stix counts. And due to tonight's events, I am also seriously thinking about getting my own cards, lol. All righty then folks, I need to get to bed because I am tired. Plus, I have to work in the morning. Later guys!

Hell hath no fury like a Pizza Hut pizza mangling your insides...

My title says it all... Then again I think I might have a flu bug or something. I was up all night last night from like 1am until 5am this morning throwing up. I know, I know, too much information. BUT still...it sucked and I just wanted to die. My doctor said she thinks that I have an ulcer. I was like, "Grrrrreat! Something else for me to worry about." Besides, I've always been fairly certain that I do in fact have an ulcer. I have too much stress not to. We went to Target to pick up some prescriptions for me and while we were waiting, I see the greatest thing ever! Jones Halloween soda on sale for $.66! 4 packs of little cans and other glorious Halloween stuff on sale. Unfortunately, my stomach churned as soon as I felt a glimmer of excitement, thus prompting me to quickly head for the nearest restroom. Now, I sit here getting ready to go pass out in my bed and hopefully be well enough to go to work tomorrow. I hated calling in tonight, but I don't think I could have made it. I've been tossing cookies all day...and I was pretty sure I tossed them all out between the hours of 1am-5am. Go figure. Bleh...I'm feeling nauseated again, therefore I will now go lay down and make the sounds a zombie makes when it's feeding or chasing people, only I'll be in pain and dying, lol. G'night guys.

P.S. Gas prices suck and $4 a gallon is totally GHEY.