For Reasons Unknown

"My heart, it don't beat,
it don't beat the way it used to,
and my eyes, they don't see you no more,
and my lips, they don't kiss,
they don't kiss the way they used to,
and my eyes don't recognize you no more."

a couple of things

My mind has been racing. I have strep or something like it, I'm fucking loopy and I'm not sure if it's the sickness or the medicine.

Anyway, YOU know what has been on my mind, but a few more things:

1. At Starbucks no one ever puts their stuff in the most conveniently located locker, it's at the perfect level for someone my height or shorter than me, yet it's always empty when I get to work, so I take it. I'm starting to wonder why no one else uses it, and I'm starting to convince myself that maybe an evil spirit resides in it, or something bad happened involving that locker that no one has told me about.
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2. We have these "recovery certificates" that we tend to give out when someone complains about slow service, etc. Basically they can get their next drink free. It bothers me that only these complainers get rewarded, so I am going to make it a point to give them out to people who have patiently waited or dealt with a less-than-ideal situation.
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3. I FUCKING HATE WHEN SOMEONE IN THE DRIVE-THROUGH WINDOW THROWS THEIR CIGARETTE ON THE GROUND RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME

Also, the last thing and not having to do with Starbucks. When I was in 3rd grade I chose 5 outfits to wear on each day of the week, weekly. Like every Monday I would wear something, and every Tuesday, so on. I kept this up for over a month. I thought it was good organizational skills. The problem was, my outfits involved such pieces as orange tights and a homemade shirt that said my name and I rode over different colors of paint with my bicycle, then rode over it.

Ok that's it. I feel like I'm dreaming and I can make things happen with my mind (today I stopped a carafe top from rolling off the counter).

"it occurred to me then, that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time"

I just got home from the funeral of one of my Centenary friends. She was beautiful, talented, and NO KIDDING the nicest person I knew. and she was only 20. I may have more to say later, but I couldn't stop thinking about how maybe that wasn't the picture she wanted on the program (?) and maybe she didn't want to be wearing what she was wearing and maybe she didn't want an open casket at all. Because we may think of those things but we hardly ever PLAN them... it just makes it too real. And maybe the point of funerals is to make the family and friends feel better (and that church was packed) or maybe somehow Jennifer was there. "I don't know, and neither do you." But the pastor said a few things that stuck with me: that death will always come in the middle of our plans, and he read a journal entry that she wrote just days ago, about how every breath is a gift and how life goes by too quickly.

I'm just thinking...

But I am very sad for her family, and Leah and all her other friends.

i'm not sorry

for posting this on myspace first.. it is just too hilarious and what's funnier is i don't remember making it...

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This was unintentional.

I clean my room about once every two years, and I've been finding some pretty great treasures. For one, this New Years Resolution list that I don't remember making last year. Here it is...

New Years Res:
learn sign language
ride a unicycle
make stellar grades
be in a musical
kill at least 50 people with my bare hands
join a couple of gangs
get pregnant once a month (at least)
volunteer
learn how to cook
bond with Chuck
SURVIVE
live simply
remember: peace
get tattoos

And now that 2008 is over, I'm appalled to say I've only done three (four?) of those.

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I'll leave it up to you to figure out which ones. Hint: no babies for me.

Now let me clean my damn room and listen to brand new

2009

I am in no condition for New Years resolutions