Why I haven't blogged

Well, I've been insanely busy this last week or two. I've painted my room, moved everything around, gone linen shopping, spent my much needed check on gas and curtains, and all that crap. I still haven't found sheets, a bed-spread, my second pair of curtains, or a place to put my desk, so I'm not going to post before and after pictures yet. In addition to that, I work 6 days a week (5 starting next week, if I get it my way) read half of a book, and started a 'eat-right-diet' that begins today. Which is the real reason why I'm posting. Yesterday I sat around at a good friend of mine's house with her best friend and we watched anime for 5 hours. It was fun. It was all part of a project of theirs to get me into anime for once and for all. Unfortunately, they failed for the same reason Amanda (my friend) failed last time--something like anime is way too expensive to get into. I've always liked the difference in culture, animation styles, etc. but it's much too expensive, and not particularly my style. Sigh. Well, I have to get ready for work. Bye!

I blog in my sleep.

No, really I do. Well.. no. Ok--so while I'm falling asleep I compose perfect and creative and witty blogs for my huge imaginary audience. These imaginary blogs are so good the ideas actually keep me awake, and I sit there writing and rewriting (to the point of perfection) these blogs that never get put to paper (or keyboard). It's.. annoying. And, the most annoying part of this habit is that once I actually get up to write everything down, it's gone. Like trying to hold water in my hands. It all just... drips away. I stare at my blank computer screen and think, "I know it was good, but this is just bad writing." Sometimes I actually say it out loud and then remind myself eerily of Secret Window. Shudder.

Today I worked from 11-3:30. Tomorrow I work starting at 11 and probably until 3 or 4. Yayness. I'm getting better at it, at least. It's not daunting anymore (except drive-thru, and apparently drive-thru is the worst part. People have nightmares about it until they've mastered it. Unfortunately my nightmares still revolve around French class. What I would give for a change of pace.)

Now for your viewing entertainment:

Oh Gosh.

I figured out why the Grey's Anatomy Finale sucked!

Quickly, before I head off to fast-food hell, I have to disclose what I have discovered. The much anticipated, and very disappointing Grey's Anatomy finale sucked because Isaiah Washington (Dr. Burke) made some ill-appreciated gay comments which, of course, caused everyone to rise against him.

"The May finale of "Grey's Anatomy" opened the door for the departure of his character. Burke was on the verge of marrying Dr. Cristina Yang (Sandra Oh), but her doubts at first delayed and then derailed their splashy wedding.

Later, Yang found that Burke cleared out his favorite possessions from their apartment."

Now, I was one of those people rooting for Christina and Burke and this really annoys me. I don't understand how one comment could lose someone a job. I mean, yeah, I wouldn't be friends with the guy, blah blah blah, I would shun him privately, but someone losing their job over an offhand comment? Wow. I could understand actually harassing someone, or doing something like that, but a comment?

Check out the whole story here.

Why I'm rich despite being broke

My father just handed me a necklace made of fingers. Literally.

Well, finger bones. My grandfather was a crazy guy. Really cool. He used to travel around and visit Native American Tribes and trade with them. He collected what he got. My grandmother has so much stuff from my grandfather's travels that she was able to give away half of it (to a museum) and sell a great deal of it, and still have enough left over to fill a three story house. Seriously. The few things that she's given to my father and my family is all in a display case in the living room, and worth more than my rather large house, twice over. What's amazing is that a lot of the things are things that can't legally be sold--ivory necklaces, eagle claws, eagle feathers, etc. It's amazing.

That's why it makes sense that my dad just gave me a finger-bone necklace. I actually asked for it. I also got a Chinaman's queue (Which is very weird, but I thought it was intensely interesting, and my father assured me that the man himself wasn't killed in the process. But a queue isn't half as weird as a shrunken head, and there are people who collect those as well), a tiny little necklace with eagle claws on it, possible a turquoise ring or two and a bunch of real arrowheads. It's awesome.

Work today was much less horrible than yesterday, even though I messed up like.. two orders and felt horrible. But that was after 5 hours of working and my brain was pretty fried. Francis still won't give me a schedule (which has been an issue the last three days) and just tells me what time to come in the next day. I think he just believes that I don't have a social life (saddly a true assumption at the moment, what with none of my friends living nearby anymore) but with the couple of friends I'd like to hang out with, I can't make plans. That's annoying. Blah.

I want to defy gravity

To be honest, I should have posted last night to convey the huge-ish joy I had last night at seeing the musical Wicked. I can only really say that it was so good I couldn't go to sleep and I woke up singing the songs in my head.

Then, in a royal adjustment of my good fortune, this morning I had my first day of work. Training. Frustrating, infuriating, I get everything wrong and forget to give my customers their drinks, bad. Never ever work for fast food. Ever.

I'm annoyed to admit that I'm disappointed in getting this summer job. Admittedly I only turned in one application, and because they interviewed me and hired me on the spot, I didn't bother looking for more (summer jobs and I have a horrible past), but in my own little arrogance, I almost think this job is below me. I had sworn ages ago never to work in fast food, and here I am. But after catering for 6.75 an hour and almost spilling scalding hot coffee on some of the most important Christians alive today (and I'm not even kidding about that one), I find fast food disappointing (despite the mandatory raise in pay, thank the Governator), and I find myself wishing for the quietly dignified part time job of retail at the mall, or a bookstore, or even the movie theater.

Some of you know about my past with the name 'Francis.' I've only realized this recently, actually (within the last ten minutes), but I have a horrible time with anybody or anything named Francis. My French teacher for four years in high school was named Francois (variation on Francis) and to this day, if I have a nightmare it's about him and that class. The smell that nearly kicked my suite-mates and I out of our suite (and actually kicked my suite-mates into my room for a week) was named Francis, and to top it all of, the man that I now work for--a man I can hardly understand, so 80% of the time I smile and nod) is named... Francisco. Oh, gosh.

Of course, the Francis thing is completely frivolous and not at all serious, but the summer is turning out to look very, very long. I already want to be back at school, going to chapel every other day (even through the occasional complaints) and sitting in New Testament class, and worrying about papers again.

The thing that makes it tough is that my mother shares my opinion on this new job, but, voices her opinions while I stay silent (except in blogs, of course). I would rather my parents be forcing me to take a job, and be a martyr, than to take a job by choice and find it less than tasteful by not only myself but my parents. Ugh.

It also annoys me that I have this arrogant, superior-even-though-I-get-the-orders-wrong, attitude. Yuck. Talk about annoying, somebody slap me.
Renovation of my room starts as soon as I figure out where I'm going to move all my stuff while it's being destroyed and put back together. Yay. And I need to buy paint. Color suggestions, anyone?