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This week I have class on Monday, and then two mid-term reviews that are fifteen minutes each on Thursday and Friday. Pretty much, it's like I have two weeks of spring break. Viva!!!

My current project for design consists of me showing what a sound would look like. I heart design. The sound I'm doing is the kiss sound. *muwah!* <---- that sound right there.


Last week I was kind of depressed again. I didn't want to do much of anything, and I actually came home once and awhile. It ended with yesterday at work. I came in happy, but left blah. Zach and I then went to see The Infinity Room in the basement of the MUCC house, and I totally wasn't in the mood for it. I wasn't in the mood for all the annoying drunk "punk" girls, and fitting 20some people into a bitty spot. I mean, I enjoyed the band and all (but not really Secretary, the first band, I'm not much of a fan of the screaming), but I just wasn't up to it. I really wanted to lounge around and watch movies, but I didn't mention that and ended up going and not having that great of a time. Oh well.

Today we have a meeting at work that I'm not looking forward to. I'll get to hear how much I suck without them actually saying, "Sandra sucks". I hate these meetings. We have one at the end of every month. Last month's actually got me so frustrated that I cried. I want to voice some things that I find to be ridiculous, but I probably won't. I'm a pansy. Thank goodness the zoo opens in a month. I can't wait! I think I'm going to go there tomorrow and tell Mike that I would be thrilled to pieces if I could help set up for the opening. Down with Suncoast!

So, when did Tom Cruise start doing good movies? Vanilla Sky, Minority Report...I don't want to like him, but I just can't help it. Stop it, Tom Cruise, you stop it right now!

Jessica Ainsworth Crump is totally fuckable. mmmmboy!

This online comic makes me giggle all over myself. Here's my favorite:






That is all. At least it's more than Mike blogs.



oooooohhh. In yo face!

Today is BJ's birthday. Happy 21st, BJ!


The anniversary was a good time. The most creepy/cuteinacreepyway/justcreepyingeneral thing that happened was that we both got each other little trunk-box things from Hobby Lobby and put all of our presents in them. Good thing they weren't the same boxes. Cuhreepay! My box contained the collector's edition of Pulp Fiction, 3 packs of Orbit Bubblemint gum, a Finding Nemo pillowcase, and the self-titled Queens of the Stone Age CD. His box contained Vanilla Sky, Abre Los Ojos, a cool old notebook from Hobby Lobby, and Meet Pingu!. After the gift-giving, we went to Springfield to eat at Chili's and then we roamed around Toys 'R' Us forever. I ended up buying Guess Who?. I love that game! We took that back home and played it and Dominoes. Ooh la la.

We have puppies at our house. They were born a month ago, but I just never blogged about it. Mainly because they are cute, but boring until now. Their names are Juan and Luis. They're so rowdy and cute. They have cute little growls and they like to play. They still have that cute puppy smell too. They're also eating regular food, but it's mushed with water, so they're always a big fun mess. I have no point to this story. I just wanted to let you know. They occupy my time when I'm actually at home. In fact, I think I'm going to go play with them until I go to work. Think they'll care if I smell like puppy? I sure don't! Suncoast can kiss it!

~everything's all what it seems~

Today is anniversary day!!! One year with Zach, one year with Jessica! I'm excited! I'm not sure what's going down, but I'm sure it involves watching our presents. Most of them consist of movies....we're nerds.

There used to be a really cute picture of myself and Jessica in this spot, but it's being a putz and I hate it. Oh well. Jessica's a hotttttttlovah! Rawr!


I've seen Mike Hagan more in the past two weeks than I have in the last six months. Craziness. In fact, he's sitting next to me on another computer. He could be blogging. Is he? Nope, he sure isn't. He's playing some dumb game. "Rocket Mania" is what it's called. What a loser. He and I are creating a scene in the library. Pity.

Dear Mike-

"Heeb" is a negative term for those of the Jewish persuasion.

Shalom, Sandra

Apparently I get a raise soon. I don't know how much it is, but I really don't care. That place is so messed up sometimes. I think that everyone is so concerned with meeting their own numbers, that they don't bother to help people like me. A good example would be that I had gotten someone to renew their replay card, but there's no paperwork involved so they can't tell who did it. Instead of asking me if I had renewed it (even though he saw and heard me do it earlier that night), Mike gave Sheila credit, who had already sold a lot that day. It looked like I hadn't done a damn thing last week, when I had. I only worked one day, so it's not like I even had a chance, so give me the fucking credit when I get it!

Brian Marley is an addict. That's a shame. Smokers don't make friends!

I tried to put newer comments on here, but it has some weird trackback thing going on. Fist o' rage to you, my friend! I'm cursing it with a stomach flu. Bitch.

My valentine's day was lovely. Zach and I both looked cute. I had a pink headband/wrap thing, and he was wearing a pink shirt. How disgustingly adorable. To make things even more syrupy-sweet, we got a bunch of candles and put them all over his room. I learned that Macintosh apple and lemon zest smelling candles smell nearly orgasmic together. We ate Papa John's pizza and watched Lost in Translation and Frailty. We also listened to the CD I made him, which is faulty and I'm going to have to re-make it. Pretty much it was the cutest time ever, so gag all you like because I don't care. =) =) =)

I'm sure our anniversary will be just as cute, so beware!


I just suggested something to Chrissy and Jessica. Boys should be given a class very early on. In fourth grade when they separate the boys and girls into different classrooms. The girls would learn about their periods, and instead of the boys learning about their erections, wet dreams, and such- they would learn about how to date a girl. In fact, they will be forced to take a class up until they graduate high school. It will be offered in their gen. ed. classes in college, but after that they are on their own. I'm sure even then they won't get it.

I'm just glad that I, a non-real girl, is dating Zach, a non-real boy. Perfection!!

I didn't know that my relatives read this. Which cousin is it? Was I right/wrong about Shanna and Michelle? I heard this from my mom who heard it from my sister, so I could have been making things up.
Anyway- Cousin, I know he didn't die from the toes being amputated, I was just saying that they were amputated before he died. I understand that he was in pain, but if it were in God's plan to have him die shortly after, why didn't he get to keep them? I'm sure he was in so much pain otherwise, which I hate to think about because it seems so unfair, and I would rather have had him die without having to go through so much. Perhaps he did get to die without pain in the end, which was from the amputation, but it just makes me think of Dad and how he had a cornea transplant a year before he died, and was still never able to see out of that eye when he passed. He had a good sense of humor about it, because that's what he did. Tammy and I would make jokes and tease him on the left side where he couldn't see us, and he would laugh, but I know that all he wanted to do was friggin' see out of it. Why else would he have had the surgery? I like to think that he can see now, but it would have been nice when he was alive.

I was going to write a happy blog about things, which I may at the end of the blog, but now I'm in the mood to talk about my theory on death. I believe that we have no control over it. "Smoking takes off a few years of your life" I don't believe it. If it does, how old was George Burns supposed to be when he died? 140? I don't smoke, but I don't preach to the smokers about how unhealthy it is. I do preach to them about littering their cigarette butts everywhere- seriously, that's gross. I don't preach to people that drink, except for drunk driving, because my Uncle Terry has been an alcoholic for as long as I can remember, and is in his 70's. In other words, when you die, you die. Your time is up, and that is that. Depending on where you are and what situation you are in is how you die. Dad, for instance, was asleep in his bed at home. Had he been driving, I think that he would have died in a car accident. This is how I believe that some people survive plane crashes, and others don't. When doctor's say, "you need to get some weight off", don't listen. Eat what you want and be fat and happy. Dad was on a strict diet for three months, and lost so much weight, but was miserable the entire time. All he wanted to do was eat a piece of pie, but he couldn't because that wasn't in the diet. He liked to eat, but he couldn't. He lost all that weight, but still died. When it's over, it's over. If I could go back, I would let him eat all the pie that he wanted. He could have his bedtime snack of milk and crackers with butter. The only acceptions to my death theory are murder and suicide. I'm very certain that that's not in anyone's cards. You or someone else is taking your life away.
Long story short, do what you want, live how you want. You can't control death. I'm not saying to live recklessly, because broken bones and lots of bleeding suck, but just do what makes you happy.

Word.


Now, for the happy blog:

Tuesday was a blast. I love that all of my friends love music. It can be stuff that I don't like *cough*BrianlikesHootie*cough*, but if they are so passionate about it, and love to sing it on the top of their lungs, then so be it. The car ride to Champaign was so much fun. Mike's new car fits 5 people comfortably, so we were all chillin' and singing. Ben Folds was a popular guy that night. When we got to Champaign, at 6:45pmish, we go to Chrissy's then to the Nargile to find out that the bands don't start until 10. Needless to say, I was a little embarrassed. But openingbands.com said 7!!!! Anyway, so we hang out at Chrissy's apartment for a bit, eat pizza, and drink our various beverages. Brian starts to get drunk, and Jared's on his way there as well. When we go back to the Nargile, Brian and Jared get a hookah: . Our's didn't look like this, but close enough. They get honey/strawberry flavored, and we all try it. The stuff gave me a headache, so I quit. I'm not made for smoking. The last two bands were awesome. I knew Denali would be, because I heart Denali, but the first one was a rockin' good time. I brought two pictures of Maura (lead singer of Denali) that I had done in photagraphy last semester to give to her, because they were really cool, but I didn't because a) I'm a wussy and she's too cute for me, and b) everyone told me that it was stalker-ish. I gave into what the kiddies told me, and just didn't give them to her. Oh well. All in all, that night was fun. Brian's 20th was way better than his 5th...

News about my car- the guy is going to pay for it out of his pocket. I'm assuming it's because he doesn't want his insurance to go up, but that's a lot of money. I'm sure he feels really bad about the situation too, and maybe this is what he feels he has to do. I'm thinking that his guilt can pay for a new tape player in my car. I won't, though- that's abusing my privledges.

My job is weird. I have a lot more hours next week, AND Mike told me that because Jacob is being moved up to the third manager, Sheila said I would be taking over his "duties" and would be working more Monday nights. What?!? I don't get that place, but whatever. I need the money.

Yesterday was Vagina Day. I met Mike at Hobby Lobby to get a sketch pad, but we ended up getting pink plates, napkins, and forks, and three lais to ambush Brian Marley with at his house. We also went to Wal-Mart to get a cake and bacon. At Hobby Lobby, a lady forgot a bag of candles and a "Big Hunk" candy bar, and the clerk didn't notice so she put my stuff in with the bag of that stuff. I didn't notice until we were at Wal-Mart, so along with all his other gifts, Brian got a "Big Hunk" as well. Nothing says Happy Vagina Day like a Big Hunk in your mouth. Mmmmm. It was a good time. He wasn't expecting us, and his parents were there, so it was all a nice surprise. We love you, Brian!

Happy Valentine's Day!!!!

My uncle who had Lou Gherig's disease died a few days ago. A few days before he died, he had to get some toes amputated. I wonder, though, what was the point? If he was going to die, why couldn't he have kept his toes?? I'm not sad that he died, but I am sad that he had to go through so much before it happened. I'm sure that suffering before death will never ever make sense to me. I'm not going to his funeral mainly because everyone there will remind me of Dad. I could barely handle going to a wedding where they all were, let alone a funeral. I'm sure it all would have been easier if the Goaleys didn't all resemble each other.
In other family news, my Uncle Mike had a stroke and is in the hospital because he can't walk; my cousin Shanna, who is my age, has cervical cancer; and my cousin Michelle had to have a historectomy because of ovarian cancer. Yikes.
Most families have scandalous issues- teen pregnancy, divorces, imbreeding... Not us. We go straight to tragedy. No drama is too big for the Goaley's.

I'm quitting Suncoast. At least I want to. I get way too stressed with the job, and I shouldn't. Seriously $5.50 an hour, 4 hours a week isn't worth getting stressed out about. I hate sales goals, I hate upt's, and I hate that I can have the best customer service, but might not keep my job, only because my conscience catches up with me and I get ill when trying to sell something. My coworkers are great and all, even Paul isn't so vile anymore, but I can't hack it. Ergo- I quit. I got an application to JoAnn Fabrics today, and am re-applying to Walgreens tonight. I'm on a mission, yo. I even went through the phone book the other day and made a list of places I would rather work. It was pretty long too.

I'm really excited about Tuesday. It's going to be fantastic fun! Hooray!!!

I learned today that the drunk that hit me was three times over the legal limit. The officer who was there that night came over with his insurance information today. He told us he was so drunk, and going so fast, that if he had hit me square in the rear that I probably would have been killed. Sometimes people shouldn't say stuff like that. It's much too spooky for me.

Today I had a brief, but nearly violent moment with Ms. Grietman (or whatever the fuck her last name is these days) from middle school. I recall her being a ditzy teacher. I also recall her being a bitch. She is still both of those. Here's the story:

She came into the store tonight and, i quote my boss, was "the bitchiest, meanest customer i've dealt with, and she was only in here 20 minutes". She nearly made me cry. She got Freaky Friday, and I rang it up. I said to her, "32.76" or however much it was, and then rang her up with her credit card. She didn't hear me or something, because she saw the price on the reciept and was like, "NO NO NO! It's on sale for 16.99!!!" So I was like, "Where did you see that?", and she showed me where it was. The tag said "Friday, 16.99" like, the movie Friday- Ice Cube, Chris Tucker. NOT the same movie with Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsey Lohan. She was like, "that's it, right there!" and I was like, "no, that's for THIS movie" and I showed her, and she was like, "that's awfully misleading, isn't it??? Why isn't that in front?" and I was like, "because it's in alphabetical order. This movie is FREAKY friday. The tag would say that title if it were on sale." She then got snippy at me, and then was like, "well i don't want it". So I went back to the register and started to do a return slip, like we are supposed to do, and she was like, "I'm not filling anything out. Just void it," telling me how to do my job. Then my manager came over, because she was getting more and more shrill, and was like, "it's ok, I'll void it out" and she was like, "what a waste of my time". When he voided it out, she wanted a copy of it, but we have to keep void slips because that isn't how we do returns and such, so he had to go upstairs and make a photocopy of it for the bitch.

Other than that, work has been alright. I'm not made for the world of consumerism. Sales goals, meeting numbers...I pretty much hate it. I like everything about working there except for that. Unfortunately, even though she doesn't want to, Sheila said that she's going to have to write people up if they don't make their numbers. This is bad for me, because I don't care. As long as the customer is happy and I'm doing my job, I'm ok. When I have to sell, sell, sell, that's when I get frustrated. I hate it when people try to sell me stuff at other stores, so I especially hate doing it to other people. I've thought a lot about quitting, but I can't really afford to right now. I guess I just need to suck it up, and sell some Entertainment Weekly's.

Blech.

My car's repair is estimated to be a little over $1400. Luckily I don't have to pay for it. That's what the drunkard gets. I'm looking at the report right now. He doesn't live that far from us, and his birthday is a few days after mine. Isn't that weird? His name is Frank Barringer, by the way. As annoyed as I am with the guy, I'm still glad he's ok too. Things could have been much much worse for the both of us.

Brian and Jessica have a date, and that makes me excited.
Erin Childers has a cute new boy, and that makes me excited.
Chrissy and Suzie turn 21 in a few days, and that makes me excited.
Denali is coming to Champaign on Brian's birthday and a bunch of us are gonna rock out, and that makes me excited.
Zach's and my one-year anniversary is coming up, and that makes me excited.
Grant still has a heeb 'fro, and that makes me excited.


Things are loooooking goooood. =) =)

Today is my sister's birthday. She's 30.


I got new shoes. They are kinda stylish, which is odd for me, but I like them. They keep my feet dry and the wet weather won't get to Vanilla Ice. He's lost a cheek, and that makes me sad.



Jessica Crump is my lover!

Jac7205: meet jessica and her extensive collection of vibrators and dildos.
Jac7205: i wont be the cat lady, but the dildo lady
Jac7205: woo!
pinkandorangefun: oh my goodness
pinkandorangefun: i love you
Jac7205: i love you too.
Jac7205: do you want my hymen?
pinkandorangefun: yes
pinkandorangefun: i'll put it on display



Isn't she wonderful?

I have new comments. I hope they work.




So, this morning around 2 am, I leave Zach's house to go home. This is my usual leaving time. I'm nearly to Macon and I'm the only car on the highway, when out of nowhere a car comes from behind, going super fast, and hits my back left bumper. I'm really lucky, because it could have been worse. Anyway- I barely feel it, but I hear it and it's loud and scary. After the car hits me, it swerves off, flies OVER the ditch in between the lanes of traffic (it's a four-lane highway), into the ditch on the entire other side of the highway, drives the edge of it- almost in the cornfield, and then finally ended up stuck in the ditch. Of course, I'm semi-freaking out, but am suprisingly calm. I drive to where he is, and he's still trying to get out of the ditch. I couldn't tell whether he was hurt or not. I call my mom first, then I call 911. He finally stops trying at this point, so I tap on the window. It takes awhile, but when he finally gets it, I realize that the fool is drunk. He's slurring his words and is all, "I'm in trouble aren't I? I'm in big trouble, right?", and I tell him that he probably is, but just stay in his car for now. The cops get there at this point, as well as my mother (who, by the way, is not the kind of mom to have in a situation like this), and that's about as drama-filled as it gets. The cops talk to him, and notice that he's obviously drunk and pretty much leave me be. My mom and I were there for about an hour longer, then they sent us home. They hadn't even started on the DUI tests when we left because the guy didn't have his insurance with him because it wasn't his car. It had dealer plates, so it's either a rental car, or a car from where he works. So, I get home, and that's when it all starts to hit me. I start to cry and call Zach. Yay for him. Not much damage was done, but the entire thing was scary.
You know when you do things, but don't know why sometimes? A couple days ago I decided to put a blanket in my car, in case anything were to happen. The blanket kept me warm while I waited for people to come. I don't know, I'm still a little shaken up, because I keep realizing how lucky I am.

Dear Brian Marley,
I know you know it's stupid, but you still do it sometimes. Stop doing it forever, ok? I think that you are a lot of fun, and I like you lots. I don't want you to unintentionally hurt someone or yourself. I don't want you to get into any trouble either. You're the cool kid who actually talks to me, and I would like for it to stay that way.
Love,
Sandra Goaley