Monday, January 26, 2009

Define: Cranky-Pants

I got a call today from an older gentleman who was trying to make sure his address was updated on the SAU Portal. He complained that he didn't know how to use the new site, and there used to be a button right there, and he had no idea where it was anymore, and it was probably under these buttons, but he couldn't find it, etc., all with a cranky tone. I directed him to the page where the information was (he told me he'd already clicked that), and I told him what to click to change it.

He didn't even say thank you, he said, "Well, my address isn't updated, by the way," like it was my job to have known that he moved and changed it.

What a cranky-pants!

Oh Catie...

Camp this weekend was magical, as usual. And now Jack knows who I am (we got off to a bit of a rough start when he called me 'Becca.' But I forgave him.).

One of my girls was one I'd had before. The other three were cousins, and were pretty close. They thought the other girl was a little weird, and they were picking on her and ignoring her. The first night after I turned out the lights, Catie asked if the other girls liked her. No one said anything. She said, "Well, I'll take that as a no..." and it sounded like she was starting to cry. I got up and turned the lights back on. I said that even if they all didn't like each other, they still needed to be nice, and I told the three cousins that I was a little disappointed with the way that they'd been treating Catie. Then I talked to her for about 45 minutes in the hallway, and we went back to bed. The other girls were better the next day, until we came back to the room for the night. Catie had invited them all to a party on her bed, and no one wanted to go. I wasn't sure what to do, because I wasn't going to make them go, but I didn't want Catie to be upset either. One girl stepped up and went up to Catie's bed, and another followed shortly. I was pretty proud of them. :)

It was also hard when Catie was talking about how much she doesn't like Obama when the other girls were wearing Obama shirts and hats. She said, "My parents said Obama is a j-e-r-k. I think he's stinky," and various other things throughout the weekend. I finally pulled her aside and said, "Catie, what if they don't like Palin (who Catie really likes) the way that you don't like Obama? Wouldn't it make you feel bad if they were saying mean things about her?" I think that helped.

I was exhausted when I got back yesterday, but all in all, it was a good weekend, and I'm excited to be going back this weekend.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


- Camp is this weekend! I am excited. :) But I do hope the temperature goes up a smidge.
- Erin is coming back! But on Saturday, when I am at camp. But we are going to party it up Sunday.
- Camp this summer! I can't wait! Although I must admit, part of me will miss the Palace...but maybe not so much after it rains. But where will Melvin live at the new cabins?!
- I have yellow flowers on my desk, and they are magical.
- It is warm in my room. I love it.
- I ordered Jamin's Valentine's Day present. I hope it fits properly.
- I may have gone a little bit overboard with the links. But I can't believe I haven't used them until now! I am just making up for lost time.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

What a way to start the day...

Someone at work (not someone who called, someone I work with) made me cry today.

Sometimes I really feel like I can't do anything right.

But you know what? I have lots of soap, and I can wash off the bird poop.
(I just came across the thing I wrote for the camp page, by the way. That wasn't an entirely random tangent.)

Not that my coworker is bird poop.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Define: Hodgepodge

Cara ended up with just probation, which is awesome. She was kind of bummed she can't drink or do drugs while on probation, but I told her I felt that it was probably for the best that she doesn't. Ever.

I had lunch with my friend Leah yesterday, and we talked a little bit about camp, and I got to tell her the story of JD and Becca dropping a boat on me, which made me want to be out there super bad (out there being camp, not squished between boats). Lucky for me, I am going next weekend! And the one after that as well. I am super excited, and Becca is super jealous.

She told me she was going to be gone the last weekend of January, and I said I would be at camp, and she said, "Oh good, then we won't miss each other." I said, "...por quoi? We are not allowed to miss each other when we are not at school?" And she was all "You know what I meant," huff huff. And now that I am thinking about it, I think 'por' is Spanish, and 'quoi' is French. Oops. But Becca didn't make sense either, so...yeah.

That last paragraph was ridiculous. But I am leaving it anyway. Sorry. Ish.

I started knitting a sweater. I'm not sure that this was a good idea, given my history of screwing things up (badly) on the first try. My first scarf looked like a chimney because I accidentally created 10 more stitches than there were supposed to be, so when I gradually dropped them out it got a lot narrower. My next new thing was a hat, which ended up being totally conehead-esque. The one after that wasn't so good either: I was concentrating so hard on not knitting so tightly that it ended up being way too loose, and there's a bit of a hole at the top. The next type of hat I made was actually not too bad, but it was still in the hat realm, so that probably had something to do with it. We'll see how the sweater goes.

I am also paranoid that because I did not buy the 10 skeins of yarn that the pattern said I would need all at once, that when I finish the ones that I did buy, I'll go back to the store and discover they do not make that color anymore. And then my sweater will look ridiculous, because if I get 3 skeins of yarn into it I am NOT stopping just because of a color issue.

I remember having something I wanted to write about yesterday, but I can't remember what it was anymore. I bet it will come to me during class, after which I will promptly forget again. Ahwell, c'est la vie, amigos.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Define: Relieved

So like, 3 days after we left school for Christmas break, I had this feeling that I remembered seeing an orange sitting on a tub in my room, and I also distinctly remembered forgetting to do something with it. I was having nightmares that I would get back and when I opened the door mold would pour out and devour me alive.

And that it would smell like death times four.

So when I got back today, there was an orange on the tub.

But fortunately, and surprisingly, and miraculously, it was not gross at all! It was just a little bit wrinkly! And if I hadn't known it had been sitting out for three weeks, I would have said it had only been a day or two! I still totally threw it away though, erlack.

My roommate got some apples in like, mid-September and put them in our fridge. When we took them out at the end of the second week in December, they were still totally good.

And when Jamin got me roses, they lasted for a ridiculous amount of time. One even started to sprout!

We have a magical room that kills living plants (in record time!) and keeps fruit from spoiling.

Also, Erin says the orange was not hers, and I am 99% sure it was not mine. Someone is trying to sabotage us. Or forgot their orange in our room on accident. Either one of those.

On another note, Cara has court on Thursday. There are six charges, two of which are felonies. There's also a possibility that one of the police officers she hit will press charges, making it three felonies.
She's really scared. I didn't know what to say.