Living without you, Living with you, and 5 Egg omelets

Well it’s funny how much you can actually live without when forced to. Ok forced might be too strong a word. Perhaps when required is a better word. Since most of my things have been boxed up, a lot of my personal belongings I cannot use here since I don’t have any space to use except the “aquarium” as I call it. I still have boxes I am going through, hopefully finishing up today as I have to decide what needs to stay and what I can store. It’s funny how much I rely on time. As in clocks, or watches. Well my cheap watch broke and I thought it was the battery (um duh if I was paying attention I’d realize the nightlite still worked). So I get a new battery. Well that just wasn’t the problem. I suppose the LCD panel burnt out or something. Hence, no watch. So now I have to rely on the cellphone for the time. I don’t mind not having a watch, but getting to classes etc. knowing the time is somewhat of a requirement. Well since people lose these things at Six Flags, I hope to pick up a Six Flag Special. I still have yet to get my high dollar phone fixed (I haven’t been back to the Marietta area), but I’m glad I didn’t get rid of the other phone since now that’s my back up. Kind of good timing since it still has the theme to “Halloween” on it as a ring tone. There are other things I've come across and just can't use right now. So off to the attic they go. One day I will have my own place (deep sigh) and hopefully I will have things to put in it.

I’m resigned to deal with the fact that on a daily basis I will not know when things will “blow up”. Every other day seems to be the going rate. Until the day before my birthday (yea nice present for me). I have never had that “black rage” that my best friend seems to go into when she’s pushed. Although I did see red last weekend. I was at my wit’s end and I blew up. Perhaps I put my living situation in jeopardy but I couldn’t stand the fights and immature shit any longer. My sister and her BF were moving crap from her other place and apparently there was a problem (my sister tends to not make a decision and just keep changing her mind and BF had enough since he wasn’t moving around her 5 ton desk every time she wanted to see which way would look better). He said some mean shit, she’s crying, and I had it. I was so furious I was shaking. I yelled at both (now I’m a player in the Jerry Springer Show, just great) and told them both to fucking grow up. He’s 40. She’s getting there. My god people just don’t act like grown ups anymore and think they do. Anyhoo, I felt like a damn referee. I don’t know the BF so I really just spew shit out that I observed. My poor niece wondering what the hell was wrong with the Greatest Aunt in the World. Anyhow, I hope that settled it, but I am not going to hold my breath. So living on egg shells seems to be the way to live until I find suitable arrangements. So it’s no wonder I have pimples (no I don’t have ACNE so I don’t need any high dollar crap, just have to wash my face more haha) and would be nice to not stress over having a roof over my head. You can tell me not to stress when you are wondering daily if someone’s going to have an argument and wonder if you can still live where you are living. Hopefully they can learn to get along. I have enough stress with my schoolwork let alone worrying about having a roof to live under.

I have been trying not to unnecessarily spend money, but I can’t help but eat breakfast after class at the Pancake House every Thursday. They have fuckin fantabulous pancakes. I usually get the Apple Waffles though because their pancakes can feed the Brady Bunch AND Partridge Family. So I’m sitting there eating and there are three women at the table in front, talking away. When the waitress comes with their food she’s laughing at one of the ladies’ expressions. Well two had ordered omelets and it was apparent they had never eaten there before. Thursday is $1.00 off omelet day. I did that once. Why? Well they are pricey, being as they are FIVE EGG OMELETS! So they are huge. Delicious but huge. Well, apparently these ladies are on Weight Watchers. I couldn’t help but smile. I don’t like getting into other peoples’ business because, well frankly, I don’t like people in mine but I couldn’t help it when the waitress and one of the ladies was laughing. So I was laughing and then we all had a conversation briefly. The one lady had only ordered an English Muffin with two eggs as a side. I felt like saying ‘well I guess your points are gone for the day’, but I didn’t. It was kind of funny though. Five egg omelet--------way too much, but they are good!