Coffeebration

Much nothing is going on around these parts. I’m bored. I realized something about my job recently. People aren’t very nice. Everyone acts crotchety and bitchy, like something smelly is up their bummies. I might not be the most talkative outgoing person, but usually others compensate my shyness and are able to bring me out of my little tortoise shell. Not really the case at my job. Nobody seems to have much of a sense of humor around there. Welcome to the real world, blaahh. My pizza job was so much more entertaining than this job. People acted fun and silly. I don’t mean that people acted like morons and couldn’t carry on professionally, we could just share a laugh. We have meetings in big conference rooms and I feel like I’m inside of a movie, where lawyers meet in a fancy room and discuss important stuff. Everything is so serious. Ughh. I might be serious, but I don’t like it when others are serious. That probably made no sense. I guess I just like being around people who don’t give a shit and can just go with the flow. Today in a meeting I felt like I was in a funeral home. It was just weird. Maybe that is why nobody likes me. I’m a bitch. Nooo, I’m not … really I’m just a get the job done girl, but I like to make up silly songs and skip around.
My face is breaking out like never before and I can’t make it stop. Everytime I look in the mirror there is a new zit. It’s like a nightmare, seriously. You know the kind where things get ridiculously out of control and you think you are going to go crazy. Maybe it is a bad dream. If I check my website tomorrow and this entry isn’t here, then maybe I can safely look into the mirror and see no zits! Wonderful! I’m dreaming. Everything is going to be ok.

So Todd was a victim of identity theft! Yes, I said IDENTITY THEFT! It was his debit card too. They stole all his real live cash, and it was a lot! Woohoo, how exciting is that! Actually it sucks because now I know it could happen to me. That is why I am going to tuck all of my money away in a sock somewhere. I wonder if there really is somewhere safe I can put my money. I know its bad to keep all of your money in your checking account. I don’t know how much safer a savings account is … I need to get one of those pretty soon. I haven’t had a savings account since high school. Hopefully my bank has advanced beyond the little green pass-books that get cranked into a typewriter everytime you withdraw or deposit money. I thought it was a bit outdated even then. Or maybe I’ll just follow Julie’s footsteps and invest all of my money into a done deal in the stock market. Julie was kind enough to divulge her money making secrets to me, but I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone. And since this is such a popular read, the stock would be inflated and flooded with new buyers by tomorrow and I would have to share my profits with all of you know-nothings. Knowledge isn’t free people.
I wonder if people are embarrased to be around me. I’m so weird and uncool sometimes, I wonder why anyone in the world ever went in public with me. Maybe there is always a sign taped to my back that says “I’m paying him/her to hang out with me.” Just kidding. Well, kind of. Sometimes I feel like certain people like me, but they only like me if I’m locked in a room somewhere. Maybe I should make some new friends that enjoy being in the world with me. I guess I will! I am me and if you don’t like everything about me then get out of my way!

Today has left me feeling frustrated, of course completely my own fault. I made a detailed grocery list and when I reached into my purse to grab it at the grocery store it was not there, of course it wasn’t there. I’m stupid. I did not get mad at myself because I knew I could rely on my stupendous memory to recall every single item that I had put on the list. It wouldn’t have been such a problem, but I wanted to try a new recipe and I needed ingredients. Ingredients are necessary, different than just plain old wanting something, like toaster strudels or bagels. But after feeling confident that I had collected everything that had been on my list, I strolled to the check-out and left the store. When I came home I began to make my recipe (pasta fagioli soup). The onions were in the process of sauteeing, and I was hopping merrily around. But I had forgotten one key ingredient at the grocery store, and I hadn’t bothered to check the recipe before I began. I needed some parmesan cheese and I had like a millimeter left in an old jar. Normally I wouldn’t care, but this recipe called for a medium amount of parmesan cheese and I am not one to leave out ingredients, especially during the first-test run. So I hopped onto a magical swan and flew all over town in search of parmesan cheese. I finally found some at a convenience store and I scurried back home. I’m glad I went out and got it because my soup has been tested and I think it is the best soup of the decade. It is definitely a 10++++. This is the first successful (edible) soup recipe that I have tried. My cabbage soup is o.k. but after about three bowls of it I never even want to smell cabbage again. My pasta fagioli is definitely better than any soup I have had this year. I love soup by the way.
I think I am going to put a recipe section on here somewhere. You don’t have to try my recipes, but I will put them on here anyways. If they turn out good. I have a recipes folder in my favorites toolbar and I just realized that half of them aren’t there anymore. I used to get recipes from this one site and I just found out it no longer exists. I am mad now. I should have printed all of the recipes out and put them in a nice little book. Now I’m screwed. Seriously. If I make something that turns out to be edible, I add it to my favorites, aka things Nellie knows how to cook. I’m not good at experimental cooking. I’ve tried. It never works out. I can be creative, but it only sounds good on paper and rarely tastes good in my mouth. I can cook, but I just need guidance. I’m not dumb, just clueless.

I’m too hungry to eat and too tired to find something to try to eat. I have nothing edible in my apartment, the grocery store is so far away, and carrying bags of groceries around takes energy. I think I mentioned that I have no energy. I’m not sleepy, I just want to lounge. I’m lazy, or just really tired, or just exhausted. Maybe its a combination of everything. Blah! So I had to work yesterday from 9-5. Then I went to my other job from 6-11. Then I worked from 9-5 today. I feel dead. Thank God it is the weekend. And I don’t have to work on Monday. It is my first paid holiday so I have to make sure I do something super fun since I’m getting paid to do it! As long as I don’t spend more money than I would make if I worked. I need to at least break even. I want to go to Kennywood. Is Kennywood still open? I wanted to ALL summer and last summer, and probably the summer before that too. Now nothing is stopping me, I have the loot, so lets get goin’! Aaar matey. I’m going to go thrust myself into a bowl of hot wax. Bye!