I just got home from work after spending thirty minutes longer there than I should have. I was having trouble balancing my drawer, partially because I can't count, and partially because my co-worker, Jenn, and I were playing "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon." She didn't think that I could take any actor and link them to an actor from Rent. I proved her wrong. I even did Kevin Bacon. (That one's easy. Kevin Bacon was in Footloose with John Lithgow, who was in the Broadway production of Dirty Rotten Scoundrels with Norbert Leo Butts, who was in the Broadway musical Wicked with Idina Menzel, who was Maureen in Rent. Yes, I count Broadway shows.) I am good at this for two reasons: 1) I have watched a lot of movies and TV shows and 2) I am a very light and poor sleeper and this is what I do when I'm laying awake, staring at the ceiling.
This was absolutely the most God-awful boring day in the history of working at the bookstore. Plus, a man walked in with his athletic shorts all riding up. As my friend, Daniel might say, they were heading towards the man's "crotchal region." It was disgusting. (Although, not as disgusting as it might have been. Read Jenn's comments on "The Grossest Customer Ever.")
The most interesting thing that happened today was that I listened to the Franz Ferdinand CD before I opened the store. Man, is that a good CD. Strong melody, lyrics, vocals, instrumentals, everything. A good rock album. Oh, and I also finished reading Kitchen Confidential. It was funny but extremely vulgar in places. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed the book. And the vulgarity wasn't exactly gratuitous; the author made it clear that he was depicting the world he lived and worked in. So if you can take a lot of dirty language, go ahead and read it. If not, that's okay, too. It's not like it's the Great American Novel or anything. (Technically, it's not even a novel. It's a biography, but who's being picky? Besides me?)
I accidentally left my wallet at work today, which sucked because I needed to get gas in my car and I just know that it's going to be about eight dollars a gallon when I leave for work at seven thirty tomorrow morning. I mean, my "low fuel" light came on when I stopped at a stop sign. So if anyone's reading this, please pray that I don't run out of gas on my way to the bookstore tomorrow morning, for three reasons: 1) I don't have anyone to call to come and get me so I can fill up the gas can I keep in my car, 2) All my cash is in my wallet, and 3) I'm still hurting a little from my back episode this weekend and I really don't want to have to hoof it if my car stalls out on good ol' highway 65.
Anyway, I know things will work out. If I have to walk somewhere, maybe that is God's way of getting me some exercize (I don't think he's some kind of cosmic trickster, but I do think that he has interesting ways of guiding us sometimes.) Anyway, I have a long evening of lazing around on my couch and watching reruns of House, so I'd better cook myself some food before I miss anything! A bientot,
Brianne <><
This was absolutely the most God-awful boring day in the history of working at the bookstore. Plus, a man walked in with his athletic shorts all riding up. As my friend, Daniel might say, they were heading towards the man's "crotchal region." It was disgusting. (Although, not as disgusting as it might have been. Read Jenn's comments on "The Grossest Customer Ever.")
The most interesting thing that happened today was that I listened to the Franz Ferdinand CD before I opened the store. Man, is that a good CD. Strong melody, lyrics, vocals, instrumentals, everything. A good rock album. Oh, and I also finished reading Kitchen Confidential. It was funny but extremely vulgar in places. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed the book. And the vulgarity wasn't exactly gratuitous; the author made it clear that he was depicting the world he lived and worked in. So if you can take a lot of dirty language, go ahead and read it. If not, that's okay, too. It's not like it's the Great American Novel or anything. (Technically, it's not even a novel. It's a biography, but who's being picky? Besides me?)
I accidentally left my wallet at work today, which sucked because I needed to get gas in my car and I just know that it's going to be about eight dollars a gallon when I leave for work at seven thirty tomorrow morning. I mean, my "low fuel" light came on when I stopped at a stop sign. So if anyone's reading this, please pray that I don't run out of gas on my way to the bookstore tomorrow morning, for three reasons: 1) I don't have anyone to call to come and get me so I can fill up the gas can I keep in my car, 2) All my cash is in my wallet, and 3) I'm still hurting a little from my back episode this weekend and I really don't want to have to hoof it if my car stalls out on good ol' highway 65.
Anyway, I know things will work out. If I have to walk somewhere, maybe that is God's way of getting me some exercize (I don't think he's some kind of cosmic trickster, but I do think that he has interesting ways of guiding us sometimes.) Anyway, I have a long evening of lazing around on my couch and watching reruns of House, so I'd better cook myself some food before I miss anything! A bientot,
Brianne <><
posted by Brianne @ 3:24 PM
1 Comments:
At 9:15 AM,
J. M. Richards said…
So did you make it this morning???
By the way, thanks for the Rent stuff you sent me. I guess I forgot to tell you, I did go to their site the other day. I watched the trailer and listened to all the song clips and I liked it. Especially since now I understand the story, thanks to you. I even have part of the "Seasons of Love" song stuck in my head at times. But if you haven't been to the Lost site to see the clip from the season 2 premiere, shame on you! Make your 'net work and get over there! (I have a link on my blog on the day I talked about screaming and hoping the neighbors didn't send over the police.)
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