Saturday, November 18, 2006

31 things not really worth blogging about, but take them as my excuses for my absence and or the random thoughts I’ve been having.

  1. Get some limited edition pumpkin ice cream now. NOW. It's LIMITED, people.
  2. I fight with an insurance company person, a benefits person, really anyone over why I am being told I don’t have health insurance.
  3. Why does fresh salsa taste like an entirely different product than salsa in a jar? I begin to eat it on nearly everything.
  4. Overheard in the Pima Community College cafeteria: “well, I mean, she hooked up with some guy who was over 21 AND from Phoenix.” was being over 21 bad? Was being from Phoenix? I giggle either way.
  5. I call another set of 800 numbers about my insurance. I scream my answers at the automated answering services “CUSTOMER SERVICE REPRESENTATIVE”
  6. Those fantastic election results. Purple’s better than red. Conservative Dems are remarkably less scary Liberal Republicans.
  7. My sister may live in Nancy Pelosi’s district, but I live in the only state that didn’t pass a gay marriage ban. Best reason why, from The Daily Show, “Well, it’s different out here, it’s a dry gay…”
  8. I talk to one person about my insurance who tells me to “go down to the HR office” Um, have you ever worked in retail? Even when I explain I am in TUCSON, HR is in SAN FRANCISCO, he reiterates his suggestion. I hang up, I cry.
  9. I sit through a biology lecture on genetics which takes a side turn into fertility. I think of my upcoming birthday. I promptly go back to taking notes.
  10. Someone in class asks a question that clearly shows she doesn’t understand the difference between bacteria and a virus (which at this point in the semester, you should just know). I really hope we aren’t getting the same grade in this class.
  11. I ponder how Fall used to be my High Dating Season. Seriously, over the last couple years, I’ve been the hottest thing since spiked apple cider come October. I fondly remember how last year on my birthday I was juggling approximately 4 different boys. Sure, they were all emotional train wrecks, selfish and/or toxic in the end, but for a couple weeks it was damn fun. Earlier I’d so boldly declared this The Year of Yes. And now I haven’t met a single man in his 30s since I moved here. It’s still the year of yes, as I’d definitely say yes to anyone who bothered to ask me out. Maybe I should think about giving a crap about my appearance.
  12. My insurance finally gets fixed. I rejoice and get a prescription filled to allow me to continue to win the battle against my adult acne. I buy mascara too, since, you know, I’ve decided maybe I should give a crap about my appearance.
  13. I visit a doctor a week later who tells me the prescription I just got filled might be worsening the symptoms I am there to complain about. I cry in the car after the visit. My mascara, thankfully, is waterproof.
  14. I broke my toe at work. Culprit? My own clumsiness? No, not really. Gravity decided to act upon a roll of wrapping paper. FYI: wrapping paper in the retail world weighs about 55 pounds. (now you get it)
  15. Worker’s comp is a pain in the ass. Or, in the big toe. I can’t believe I am now talking to a DIFFERENT set of automated health care 800 numbers.
  16. Oh, the horrible timing of buying new running shoes, printing out the half marathon training schedule and as you tape it to the closet door saying to yourself, awesome, I have 2 weeks to get in shape to start this, 3 days later, breaking your toe and being told it will take 2 weeks to heal.
  17. Pumpkin ice cream is incredibly good. Ice cream has calcium. Calcium builds bones. I should have another bite or two.
  18. The toe is a fantastic purple at this time. Can’t quite bend it, but it no longer hurts while standing.
  19. A couple people at work, I’ve started to wonder, maybe are just not that bright? I don’t want to be mean, but. And I think you can all imagine how well I’m dealing with holiday retail stress (YOU try finding room for 24 boxes of turkey gravy. It’s stressful.) AND stupid people. Right. I can do this. Whore for the health insurance (despite all its flaws, it’s good coverage), it’s a job that works with school. Right. Do not throw gravy at the nice woman.
  20. I’m reading a book about Christian rock. It’s the kind of book that makes me wish I was in a book club again. But a book club made up of music fans.
  21. Not being one to listen much to Christian radio, I didn’t know that a lot of them only play U2 covers, not U2 songs since the group’s Christianity is up for debate since they drink and curse. Right. Nevermind their work to create awareness around social justice issues, that’s not something Jesus would be into. Clearly there’s something I’m missing, in my agnostic upbringing, or maybe it was the bad influence of all those Beatles, Beach Boys and Motown records.
  22. I spend a lot of time researching PT schools since it seems the requirements are slightly different enough that where I want to go impacts my choices for next semester.
  23. I freak out. So I make an excel spreadsheet. Why is that such a calming exercise?
  24. I decide to take 3 classes next semester.
  25. I find out I have to take a placement test to get into anatomy, for reasons that make sense, but don’t.
  26. I freak out over this test since the plan I came to with help of the calming spreadsheet works only if I take anatomy this spring. I have to get a 70% on a test or else my plans through 2011 go awry? How did this happen?
  27. I have dinner with Dad and Donna for my birthday the Friday night before, as Dad will be out of town. Lovely samosas for everyone, a wireless router for me. Yay. Blogging via the couch.
  28. I spend the day studying biology on Saturday for an upcoming test. I have nothing to do that night. I get a little sad. Not that I make a big deal out of my birthday, I so don’t, but going out for a beer would be great right about now. Am I not trying hard enough to make friends? Does it really just take this long? Can’t these people tell how much fun I could be? Or is my overly serious approach to school throwing them off the Fun Kristen trail? In the end, I think I had some pumpkin ice cream and called it a night.
  29. 40 may be the new 30, but I wake up and now I am 31 flavors and then some. (I KNOW it’s 32, but it’s the best I could come up with for this year’s birthday catchphrase and Baskin-Robbins only has 31 flavors, so really, Ani, shouldn’t it have been 31?)
  30. I receive many e-cards. In fact, I get the same one twice. It involves monkeys. I try not to read into that too much. I get many voicemail messages, some with singing, some that start singing only to say, I’ll spare you the rest of the verse. I smile, I feel so loved. I have plenty of friends.
  31. I study biology obsessively the rest of the week. I place into anatomy without a problem. I register for my 3 classes. I get stuck in El Tour de Tucson traffic and get to cheer on bike riders as they go up a big hill. I decide I should do the ride next year.

# posted by kristen : 10:42 PM
Comments:
best top 31 list ever ... i'm officially secretly addicted to this blog.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 12:22 PM
 
Gary Benchley, Rock Star - it can be the second book in your book club on all things music. finally got around to your blog (kind of trippy reading it in reverse chronological order...)
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 7:13 PM
 
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