Getting into Trouble

I did absolutely nothing today...I had plans, but none were completed. I wanted to write and read. Plus Dan and I were to go to a movie, but when we talked on the phone to finalize plans we both revealed that neither of us wanted to leave our apartments. We're both lazy. It was kind of funny. But that's not the current issue up for discussion.

Danny and I have plans to go on a picnic tomorrow.

It was his idea. He mentioned it a week ago. He's been the one pushing the plan.

He's bringing the food and a computer.

I'm bringing DVDs and a blanket. (I'll be nice and avoid girlie movies)

But, I kind of have an issue with the plan. Well, a question about the plan, more so.

Ummm, so, like, is this a date? Am I unintentionally dating?

Crud.

To Live Today, We Must Know the Past

Oh yeah, yesterday.

Work was interesting. Danny had called off several days ago. Carmen was to replace him. Apparently after leaving work Saturday night (and after worrying that she would fall during the mopping) Carmen fell and twisted her ankle. So Danny was called in and an interesting night followed.

You see, Danny has threatened to spray me with whipped cream once in the past. He never attacked. Last night, he tried. We struggled. I gained the upper-hand (literally, my hand was closer to the nozzle thingy) so I whipped-creamed his shirt and arm and then laughed at him.

I then spent the next hour carrying whipped cream around with me. Alas, while I was helping a customer (you know, those people who interrupt my fun) Danny snuck into the back room and found the stock of whipped cream and the next battle began. While this time there were creamy war wounds on both sides, he still had more.

Danny struck one final time later that night. He got my pants and shoes pretty good while I screamed like a girly-girl. I could have struck back, but decided to give him a pity victory.

Oh and also, I thought one of the new managers was joking with me so I kinda-sorta mouthed off. Turns out he was in a serious/bad mood. Oopsie. And I now fear for my job...well, not fear...but I'll be extra good for at least the next three days.

Shel Can Cook

Have used stove for first time since moving here.

Made pasta with marinara sauce. Didn't burn self. So far have not dropped dead from poison. But do have lots of dishes to wash.

Am cooking fiend.

Life Changing Decision

Have been giving the matter some thought for, oh, a week or so.

I've decided to go stricter with my veggie-loving. No more milk. From now on, I shall be the Queen of Soy.

I will still eat cheese, however. The Queen of Soy loves her cheese.

He's Baaaaaaaaaack aka The Return of the Stalker

Three months, my friends. The first two spent in fear, the last one spent assuming the days of stalker were in the past.

Then what little sense of security I'd regained was lost, shattered on the cafe floor. I saw him and before he could completely get the words "Hi, Michele" out I was gone. The dust from my zooming away was long settled before he even got a foot into the cafe. I fled, sprinted, ran for my life and hid in the back room of the cafe.

Carmen, the girl I was working with, suggested I go on break. I decided against it. He followed me around the building when I tried that tactic previously.

Luckily, he didn't stay long. That was always the most annoying part when he showed up in December. He'd stray and try to talk to me and I'd have to constantly look busy and feel evil.

Let's hope he'll stay gone after today.

Sleep to Dream

I think I can say that last night I got the worst night's sleep of my short little life.

I went to bed around 10. I finally slept at 1 AM.

At 2 AM I threw off my blankets.

At 3 AM I got up. Drank some water. Opened a window wider, while silently debating whether it was the heat or the noise from the street keeping me up.

At 4 AM I decided it was the noise. The sound of birds chirping "woke" me from a dream in which a space ship captain (very similar to Mal of Firefly) was shooting enemy ships with a ray gun that sounded exactly like birds chirping. It would have been funny if I didn't have a lack-of-sleep headache all day.

At 5 AM I got up and got ready for work. Yep. Not even four hours when I was aiming for seven.

At least I get to sleep in tomorrow. Of course the fact that I still have to work the afternoon to close shift does make me feel a little angsty. That combined with the fact that I'm also working Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday makes me WAY angsty.

I was productive though. I got a hair cut, wrote a chapter for one of my stories during work, read forty pages of a fun book and bought some supplies for India.

Check For Pulse. Yep, Still Alive

Craziness, Batman.

I've been busy. I finished two of my classes last week.

Leslie came and visited me over the weekend. We went and saw Falling Waters, a Frank Lloyd Wright house. We also went to a Pirates baseball game. It was my first major league game. I enjoyed it for multiple reasons. First off, I got a free bobble head doll. You never have too many bobble heads. Now Wolverine has company. Also, the stadium had an excellent view of the downtown:

And what can I say, I can get behind any team that has a dancing parrot for a mascot. I also have my first crush on an athlete. Everyone, meet Craig Wilson.

So, if anyone comes to visit me over the summer, be prepared to be dragged to a baseball game.

Monday and Tuesday, I worked. Tuesday was a tad bit sucky. You see, after I worked, I had my final class. During this class I was to:
1. Give a presentation
2. Hand in a 15 page paper
3. Give a 5-7 minute reading from said 15 page paper

This might not have been too stress-worthy of a situation. But I made it one because I was still editing the paper during work. Then during the reading I decided to not read the portion of the paper I'd been practicing. It still went fine though. I'm a little worried about what my final grade will be in that class. I should know by Monday.

I spent yesterday relaxing and reading outside. Today was much of the same, except I went to a park on campus. Tomorrow, it's back to work.

Eh

Not much going on. Cafe manager has gone on a two week vacation, so the employees must pick up the slack. Am currently enduring one of those evil weeks where I work five days in a row, opening the cafe three of those days.

As for school: PAPERS, PAPERS, EDIT PAPERS.

Story Time

On Saturday I worked with a guy named Danny. (Not Dan, the guy I went to see a movie with, but Danny. I mentioned him once months and months ago. Entertaining, but he sometimes lacks common sense)

Any way, on Saturday he mentioned that before coming to work that morning, he'd discovered a stranger lying on his apartment couch. The man was sleeping, so Danny didn't disturb him, assuming he was a friend of one of his roommates.

Danny called me tonight. Apparently, four days later, the man has continued to live on the couch, watched their TV, used their bathroom. So, Danny started asking questions to the man and his various roommates. Turns out, the man was nobody's friend. He was not an invited guest. He was a homeless man who took advantage of the fact that Danny and his roommates left their door unlocked.

The man has been expelled from Danny's apartment and Danny has since bought new soap and a new toothbrush.

Why, oh why, must Danny and I live and work in an area with so many crazies?

Page 10, baby!

Plans for tomorrow: Edit, edit, edit. Possibly get vaccinated for Typhoid. (I really do know how to have a good time)

Most of work today consisted of crazy pranks. Danny, ever the joker, hid a lot of the portable timers around the cafe. He set the timers to go off at various times, forcing me to go on frantic searches to "MAKE THE BEEPING STOP!" He chose difficult spots too.

After he left, it continued. Apparently one of the new managers, Kirk, (VERY crush-worthy) had given Danny the idea. In Kirk's defense, he put the timers in obvious places. But I, forever the hostile one, decided to seek revenge. I called Kirk's phone several times. When he picked up, I'd set off the timer to beep over the line. So he started calling the cafe and hanging up. This prompted me to glare at him whenever he walked by. I also kept prank-beep-caling him. One time I did that though, I accidentally called the security guard and did it. Oops!

Quality entertainment.

Am two lines onto page nine. I have two more stories to tell, but I need some more facts to separate them.

We ended up seeing "SLiTHER" last night. I must admit I wanted to go mainly because Nathan Fillion was in it. He did a good job, if you consider the fact that his character was a lot like Mal from Firefly. Hopefully he'll be able to avoid the typecasting of "good natured, Southern, authoritative hero" in the future.

Last night I also learned that all of the Barnes and Noble employees do in fact hang out with each other almost every night in their free time. When I met Dan in a cafe, he was talking with one of the cool former managers. After our movie he was going to a drunken party hosted by one of the employees. Apparently everyone would be there...except me. I had Dan drop me off at home.

Over all, on the friends front, Pittsburgh has let me down. Yes, I have met some good people that I consider friends. Yes, there are people I can share some of my interests with. But I have yet to find a friend here that I can share all of my interests with, hang out with often and feel completely comfortable with.

Sigh. We don't wants to go to work. We would rather write evil paper.

Six and one-third pages.

Work went fast. I doubt it'll go as fast tomorrow.

Will most likely be going to see "The Hills Have Eyes" with Co-Worker Dan. Let's hope I don't do something embarrassing in the middle of the movie. Like screaming. I don't typically watch horror movies in theaters for that very reason.

Am now a short paragraph onto page five.

I'm not sure how many I'll be able to add tonight. A co-worker and I made plans a week ago. And I'm certain I'm going to be tired after work tonight.

Off to open the cafe.