why must i live without my frodo for so long?!?

written at 12:21 a.m. on 09.02.03

Ok, that's everything that I started to say in this insanely long entry that I began writing earlier today. However, since it was boring, very long, and not very easy to follow, I figured I'd save everybody some trouble, and just delve into the magic of summarization.

Meanwhile, I have nothing to rant about. Nothing much happened this weekend. Some lady came into work asking for something to put in her new car to "bless" it. Yeah, not happening, lady. Some other lady wanted a visor clip that said "Don't drive faster than your guardian angel can fly." We didn't have it when we came in, we didn't have it after thirty minutes of searching. Move along, lady, and go to some other store.

Oh, I had to call Barnes and Noble twice the other day, and this guy, Dean, answered both times. To make a long story short, I don't like Dean. Dean thinks he's the smartest thing to ever hit this planet, and I'm really tempted to correct him. For example, when I called the second time, he answered with his little doo-da answer, "Hi, Barnes and Noble bookstore in Crystal Lake, this is Dean, how can I help you today?" Since I recognized the voice and name from my earlier conversation, I responded, "Hi, actually, I called in earlier about Dante's Inferno, and I got that ISBN number for ya." Mr. Smary Pants answered, "Oh, great. I'm actually the one that helped you earlier, so let me just head over to a terminal quickly, alright?" ::click::

Well, thanks, Bozo, I'm well aware that I talked to you earlier. I wouldn't have phrased that sentence that way if I didn't know you were familiar with my situation. Gaa. People are so stupid sometimes. He finally found the fricken book, and that's great and all, but still, I hope I never have to deal with Dean in person. Of course, Barnes and Noble still is a frugapazillion times cooler than Borders. Borders didn't even have any versions by the translator "John Ciardi."

I want the Sims to be able to buy cars and actually drive places. That would be super-complicated for the programmers, I'm sure, but hey, I don't care. Speaking of the Sims, I still haven't gotten the Sims Superstar Expansion Pack.

And speaking of "still haven't gotten," I still don't have Frodo! I asked my mom, "So, you said that you pre-ordered the second LOTR DVD set, is that true?" "Oh yeah, I forgot about that.. let me talk to your father and we'll see if we can swing by and pick it up on the way home." Ha, like that ever happened. Yar. I want my Frodo! And I'm grounded and can't get to him, and nobody will bring him to me. We're separated! How can this be happening? Aackfjoapsodkjf.

I need to hit the thrift stores. Too bad they're all closed today, cuz now I'll have nothing to wear on Tuesday, unless it stays cold, cuz I have some cute new long-sleeved shirts. Hmm. I could wear my butt-ugly New Life Bookstore shirt. That'd be hilarious.

I have a Spongebob lunchbox/tin. It's kick-butt awesome. If anyone else has it, I will officially throw a hissy fit. Jonathan, Eric, and I are the only ones with rights to Spongebob memorobilia. Anyone else is just gonna have to deal with the leftovers, like Spongebob belly-button-lint-cleaners or something that I have no use for, since my belly button knows better than to collect lint. ANYWHO, last year, when I got my oh-so-cool Lucky Charms watch free in the cereal box, some freshman showed up with it three weeks later. Yes, I was pissed off, and yes, I ranted about it to poor Larissa.

Oodles of fun. "Oodles" is an awesome word. My cat has been meowing at me non-stop all day. WHY IS SHE CRANKY? Somebody tell me! You know, I was thinking about that whole "if walls could talk" thing, and I got to thinking.. it's be hilarious if gym uniforms could talk. They'd have so many stories. Oodles of stories.

The Oscar Meyer weiner song is stuck in my head. Why? Well, partially cuz of "I Love the 70's," but mostly because of my mom. She sings it at least one day a week, out of the blue, just cuz it's eternally stuck in her head. Kinda like "Father Abraham" has been stuck in my head since freshman year. It's finally gone though. I think. I hope..

Well, I've been listening to 103.5 Kiss FM for the first time in ages, and I heard "You're beautiful... I just want to you to know.. you're my favorite girl.." Kyle, you popped into my head immediately. Whenever I make it to Virginia, you're gonna sing that.. maybe for my voice mail thingy or something. Though, I still love the one made by Allison and Josh. It's priceless. (Some things money can't buy, but for everything else, there's Mastercard.. button number four on the register at work..)

Oh speaking of work. The people were never-ending today. Err, the stream of people was never-ending. The people did have ends to them.. Haha. Yeah. Whew. Too bad nobody has invented the backspace button yet. Oh man, I'm too tired to be doing this.

It's 11:00 and I have eight cantos to go, and two pages on the d.o.a.s. essay. Yar. And I'm playing Minesweeper, on the expert level, and I just accidentally clicked the mouse, and I lost with three mines left out of ninety-nine. Major frustration.

Some lady paid me entirely in change today. That was new and exciting. I tripped over the same damn box of jewelry three times. Everybody and their grandma wanted a freakin box from the back too, for these huge paintings. Go home and play baseball with your kids, alright? Just go away! Frigapaloo.

So, it's gonna be a long night. I guess I'd better go see if that wizard can work some of his magic on my essay. Yeah. Maybe I'll be back, maybe not.