Real Life Bitching

*sigh* Once again, I have to talk about WHY I started this blog, but this time its not for myself its for a lovely blog reader. AHEM, I didn't start it for you. I started it for me... A place for me to release those stupid and random thoughts that I would rather not tell people in real life. I will not cater what I write to you. I'm not even going to try to make it more interesting for you. nor do I care if I have an audience. Do you see me going around to people.... "ready my blog" and batting my eyes, uh, no. Anyways, on w/ my bitching. That's what I'm doing today. Bitching. Bitching so that I don't go in a chat room or call up someone and be a bitch to them.
Yesterday was a shitty day. I woke up... and much to my dismay, the migraine from the night before was still there. I forced myself to go to the gym and swim laps. The old men (the only people there aroung that time) at the pool were looking at me funny. I couldn't figure out why. When I went back into the locker roomm my face was pale except for two bright red spots on my cheeks and the rest of my body was almost blue. It was odd... HAHA, I don't know what was up w/ that. Do you ever have random things like that happen to you? I felt fine.... except for the pounding headache... so I just continued my work out w/ a little bit of cardio and some back strengthening. I came home and got ready for work... late as always. Had to avoid the small children who were jumping up and down on my legs. I don't understand why children are so enthralled w/ me when I hardly pay the annoying little critters any attention. Work was okay... until the storm/tornado thing hit. Then I spent my time trying to catch the flying plants outside.... ah, such fun. As time passes, I find out the road I live on is closed due to flooding... then I find out that the road that leads to the road I live off of.. was blocked off w/ police men.... lovely, just lovely. With myy little car, It wouldn't be smart to go through flooded waters anyways, I would think. When I finally get off work... I try to find a route home that isn't blocked by police men. The 7 minute drive took about 45 minutes. Finally arriving at home, GUESS WHAT? The electricity is off. Oh yippy... I go to my room and light a bunch of candles so I can settle in with a good book. About an hour later, my dad comes in my room. Its about 10:15. He always has this look on his face when he's been sleeping. It doesn't matter when, if he woke up in the past 30 minutes... he has this look. Its scowling. Like someone just whacked his wife's head off w/ a dull axe. Like he not only wants to kill.... but there's a bit of psycho murder mode in his eyes. Okay, analysizing this waaaaay too much.
He grumbles, "what are you doing?"
"uh, reading, dad, what do you expect me to do? The electricity is off."
"I figured you would go to bed like everyoyne else has"
"Um, I can't go to sleep when I just got home from work"
"Well, blow out those candles, our fire alarm is broke"
Starting to get frustrated I reply, "Um, there isn't going to be a fire, b/c I'm right beside the candles. I'll see if the flame spreads. I don't have a flashlight, and I don't want mom to get mad at me for using up her battery."
"blow them out"
"I'll light themm as soon as you leave"
okay, yeah, I'm a bitch to him.... but my gracious. He doens't trust his 20 year old (20 in 17 days! :D) daughter to have lit candles in her room? I remember once... I had a lot of candles lit in my room... and I was reading a book out loud so I could concentrate.... He thougth I was having a saonce (um, yeah, don't have the slightest clue how to spell that). I just don't think my dad gets anything sometimes. But, we had a nice little argument.... where he finally decided to drop the matter of the candles... mostly b/c we had started to argue about bigger things... and he got sidetracked.
After finishing my book, I down some nyquill hoping for a well-slept night. I wake up around 6 and see a light at a close house on... and then I noticed the blinking stereo and alarm clock. Yay! electricity is back on... then I fall back asleep not awaking till around 9. When I wake up, I plug in my cell phone charger. Damn thing won't work. I start to get annoyed, turning my cell on and off and tring to make sure the plug and plug-in were secure. Then having a thought, I look over the my alarm clock. DAMNIT. Stupid electricity went off again. So, I go back to sleep. Around 10:30 I realize I should start looking for a place to take a shower, friends are either not home... or don't have enough water pressure to take a shower. blah, I would of taken a shower w/ low pressure at my house.... too bad we have a well. I went to the gym.... locker rooms were closed. So, yay for me, I get to wash off w/ a bottle of water and soap in the dark. Oh, and shave too, b/c the only thing I had to wear to work that wasn't incredibly wrinkled was a knee-length skirt. Try shaving and washing off w/ an 8 oz. bottle of water. It's not an easy task. Well, I go to work... hair amess... in a skirt... and I get all these damn complimments about my unruly curly hair. I smile pleasantly, "thanks," and try to return a compliment. It annoys me how ppl feel the need to compliment youwhen you look different. So yeah.... my last complaint for tonight will be.... work sucked. As soon as my floral manager left... the managers in the front end made mem start helping them out. Grrrrr, I didn'th ave time for it, but I couldn't tell them no... well, I tried... but it didn't work. So now, when I open up shop in the morning... I'm going to have a million things to get done.... It's going to be great fun! And the best part.... I'll prolly still have my migraine. I think it's time for me to down some more nyquill. Sweet dreams to all..... and to all a good night.