So I got to help out at the box office for the show tonight. I was doing Ray Romano sales, so I didn't help out that many people. One sale and a few upgrades, that's it. It was fun, nonetheless. I've been wanting to buy a white skirt for a while now, but I realized that that's not a very good idea. You can see right through the fabric! Ray Romano seems to attract a wide variety of audiences, so there were many-a-legs of different shapes, sizes and lengths that I spied through the box office windows. Not pretty.Anyway, picked up a couple more shifts this month due to need of money (damn you, whoever is responsible for yet another increase in tuition!) . Joe, so awesome, gave me box office ones. Yay!
Sudoku? Is a wonderful, wonderful thing. And I'm getting so good at it. I've so far completed a tough, moderate, diabolical and gentle -- the latter two done today at work (that's a great lead for you). Is there a level I've yet to dominate? Please tell the patrons to hold off on the calls until I'm done with the puzzle. I hate being interrupted. Sudoku, I am your bitch. Crap, it doesn't look like I'll be working in the house during the seat sale after all. I'm scheduled 12-9, and the timesheet doesn't say anything that would indicate I would be working anywhere other than the damn contact center. Boooriiing! But I still get a shirt, right?P.S. Summary for a Harry Potter fanfic on fanfiction.net (I wasn't reading anything, I swear on my iPod and Wicked tickets!): "Short fluffy piece about how Remus feels after all that has happened in book 5slipping into book 6and how he finds a small amount of nonslash comfort, in an unsual place." Nonslash. Hee!
Here's a computers suck entry:
I fucked up my iPod. I was uploading iTunes on the new computer, and it said that I should configure my iPod to work with it. So I hooked my baby up to the 'puter and it was on automatic update, which means the empty music library on the newly-installed iTunes was uploaded to it, which means my iPod is now empty. Gone are all my songs. Linkin Park? Beck? Something Corporate? Gone! Gone! Gone! All those Tina Arena and OPM bootlegs? Gone! I've lost Hairspray, Les Miz and Spamalot, too, so Ate Karen, if you're reading this, can you burn those for me again? I only had enough time and energy last night to upload Wicked and Rent, both of which I'm holding off listening to until I watch the musical and the movie.
So yeah. I'm just a little bit pissed.
Daddy just bought me and Kandy a computer for our bedroom (expect more Computers Suck entries on the myspace blog). It's sort of a weird gesture because he's always complaining that we don't take care of our things, so we're better of without, but I appreciate it. Maybe he has ulterior motives? Maybe it's to give himself more excuse to nag us about cleaning our room? I don't know. But thanks, daddy. Love you!
So now all that needs to be done is for Ate Karen and/or Joes to look at it and see what more it needs to make it super awesome. Maybe I can finally play The Sims 2, which has been lying around the house unused for more that a year.
I wanted to get a haircut today, but I had a dream last night that it went really, really bad. Maybe some other time then.
I don't think I've ever been one to succumb, consciously, to stupid stereotypes, but after tonight, I think I might change my mind. There's this really yappy dog next door who hasn't shut up in a week, and I am thisclose to flipping out. So annoying! It reminds me of this one part in one song in one scene in Rent in which a rich old lady offers Angel money to sing her neighbor's akita ("Evita!") to death. I've always liked dogs, but this one, I just might kill...And then eat. To get rid of evidence.And celebrate success.
Dear J.K Rowling,
I haaaate you! Why? Why? Why? For the love of God, WHY?
Love, me.
P.S. Please hurry up on book 7.
P.P.S. Lay one finger on Lupin and it will be D-Day all over again, but this time, in your backyard!
