Stupid conversation of the day: I was at work last night, until midnight, again, and about 10 minutes before close, a guy came through my line. He was babbling about how he hoped I remembered him from last weekend, because he forgot his wallet and didn't have his ID to buy beer. He looked familiar and he said he was 26, which I found believable. After I scanned the beer, and everything else, I told him his total at which point he looked at me and said,
"Dude! Holy shit, dude! Is that your real eye color?"
I was wearing my blue contacts and so I said, "No."
He said, "Yeah, because if it was, you'd have to be like, half vampire or something."

Vampire. Damn. I've been found out.

For some (suspicious?) reason, my bedroom is about 10-15 degrees colder than the rest of the apartment. I don't like it.

Wow, it is definitely mitten 'n scarf time. Frickin' cold, it is.

Awwww... one of Joe's suitemates fell asleep on the couch watching the Weather Channel.

I love it when people insist on walking down the middle of the hall, refusing to move even slightly for people coming the other way. It should be like driving. You drive down the middle of the road, you eventually get pulled over, or someone runs you off the road and beats you down. I'm not saying there should be "hall police," but man, when I have to run my arm into some combination locks to avoid walking into some self-absorbed twit/frat boy, I'd like to just take a solid step and throw my shoulder into them. If they fall down, fine. If they want to start a fight, bring it on. If they are really big and scary, I know good hiding places too.

There has to be something wrong with me. I slept almost 8 hours last night and it still took all my will-power to drag myself out of bed this morning.
An added bonus... I think my spongebob alarm clock is making me hate spongebob. Oh sure, I thought. It will be great to wake up every morning to the theme song from the show. "Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" Now every time I hear it I want to smash the clock. And that makes me sad.

I made myself spaghetti with sauteed mushrooms. I'm such a grown-up.

Thumbs up to the people who apparently can't tell the difference between "lane" and "shoulder."

Dirt nap.

Now that is one funny phrase.

To the woman who tried to kill me today on the thruway (NYS I-90):
Nice job, beotch.

I think it's really great when I go to the website for my university's library and their search page lists engines that peruse material at x-number of "library's."

Since I've been back at RIT this year, I've seen a couple people that make me think, "Hmmm, I really didn't expect to see her back here this year." Then I get sad, because I know that some people probably look at me and think the exact same thing.

I'm thinking maybe I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. I wake up this morning and hear 2 guys discussing last night's Buffalo Bills game. My first thought: "I didn't go to a football game, did I?" Of course I did not. The 2 guys were Karlson and McKenzie, the morning guys on 94.1 The Zone. But it took my foggy brain about 30 seconds to figure that out. Then my Spongebob Squarepants alarm clock went off and scared the crap out of me because I don't remember setting it. But oh well, here I go, off to the darkroom. Hopefully I won't fall asleep in my developer.

Last time I checked, "NO" was not a numerical amount of money.

Sure, this makes sense: Someone asks, "Do you have any money?" You say, "No."
But this does not make sense: "How much money do you have?" "No."
As a cashier, I get to see a lot of really bright people every day. Tons of things get on my nerves, but I hate it when people can't figure out how to run the debit/credit machine. Hey, if they've never shopped at P&C before and they just need me to show them how it's done, fine. But when they stand there and push all of the wrong buttons over and over, I can't help getting frustrated. After checking to make sure that I (of course I and not the computer) rang up all of their sale items correctly (and often correcting me only to be counter-corrected themselves), the person uses their debit card and they get to the cashback screen. It says, "Please enter cashback amount:" and shows the value of $0.00. So many people look confused and push the button that says, "No." If the screen said, "Do you want cash back?" then sure, push "no" to your heart's content. But please, don't stand there all huffy, glaring at my debit/credit machine and say, "Pfhhh, well it isn't like this at Wegmans." Because I'm just choking my my tongue not to say, "Well ma'am, you aren't at Wegmans, and it's a darn shame."