And I'm complaining about the cold in Iowa?

I HATE being cold. I think it is just one of the most uncomfortable feelings in the world. When I'm cold, I just want to die. We had a snow storm recently and temperatures are around -3. Needles to say, it's fucking cold. At school, it doesn't get any better. There's something wrong with the heating system and most of the rooms are freezing cold, while there are a few that are scorching hot. Unfornuately, I am not in any of those hot rooms. So, I'm always complaining about how cold it is, and my friend Austin keeps reminding me: "Well Liz, you're going to be in Minnesota next year."

Slip of an insult

A few years ago, I remember Ian telling me that I tend to point out people's faults. I didn't realize this, until Ian brought it to my attention, and it is true. I truly am an evil girl and I say some of the meanest things to my friends, but the thing is, it's all sarcasm, and my friends are aware of this so they unhurt by what I say. When my friend Jay signed my yearbook for last year, he put that he was happy that he knew me well, for if he didn't, he'd be really hurt by the things I said. Unfornuately, some people don't realize that it is all sarcasm though and I am known as the quiet girl at school, and when things slip out of my mouth and people who don't know my personality hear it, they're pretty shocked. Like yesterday. Now to start, I have this friend named Jon who I sit by in my Economics class - where this particular incident took place. He's a big boy...a big, BIG boy. He's about 6'4 and weighs about 300 plus lbs, and the majority of it is not muscle. He's a big boy. Now, I have nothing against people with weight problems - nor anything like including race, sexuality and such, but with my friends, I tend to take note of a flaw of theirs and use it against them in some sarcastic joke or whatever. In the class, we were talking about Rose Festival, which is our town's yearly celebratioin where we have a parade and a skanky carnival. From the discussion of Rose Festival, we got onto the topic of the skanky carnival and Jon said,"You know what ride I hate at the carnival? The Round-Up." For those of you who do not know what the Round-Up is, it's this circular ride where you stand against the wall and it will start to spin really fast, causing you to "stick" to the side, and then it will raise vertically as it continues to spin. (Well duh, of course it continues to spin, otherwise you'd be seriously hurt...) So, Jon said that he hated that ride and I just blurted out, without even thinking: "Jon, can you even stick to the side of the round-up?" Jon was so taken aback and hurt by what I said that his mouth opened, and just hung open. He didn't even know what to say. My friend Jay and this other guy who had heard me looked at me in complete shock for a few moments, and then began to laugh. But they weren't laughing at my joke, they were laughing because they were just so shocked. I felt really bad...but then again, I'm kind of proud of the fact that I said something so shocking.

Two Hour Delay

It is one of the greatest feelings to wake up and see the name of your school running across the bottom of the news screen and seeing that you have a two hour delay. Of course, it would be better if it were cancelled all together... Now I get to sit around for 2 1/2 hours and do nothing but watch tv and drink a little too much coffee. (I'm already at 4 cups and going for more.) It's also nice to have shortened classes, but I have senior release and so I usually get out around 2:40, but today I probably won't get out until 3:00. Oh well. Oh, I have p.e. today! Normally, I would totally dread p.e., but we're playing hockey, and I love hockey! Hehe, I get so viscious during that game; just running into everyone, pushing them out of the way, fighting the guys for the puck. Oh, it's so much fun. And I love the battle wounds of getting smacked with the stick and the puck. Great fun.

"Tuts"

I have two jobs. I work at a hospital/nursing home and at another nursing home, and I work as a dietary aid at both. It's not the greatest job, but it pays well and the elderly can be quite interesting. At the nursing home, there is this lady who is not quite with it, I guess you could say. During "meal time", she'll just pick up her fork and spoon and start hitting them together and she'll begin to sing, although, her words are quite indiscernible. The first time I worked at the manor, I was walking by her and I could have sworn she yelled out, "Child Labor!" Then last night, I went walking by her and she yelled out, "How about some more coffee tuts?! (sp?)"
I thought it was just the funniest thing, just the fact that she had yelled this out at me. Hehe, sometimes I really enjoy my job.

Tanning

Tanning has got to be one of the weirdest things. Well, tanning in a tanning bed is a weird experience at least. I mean, you just get all naked - or mostly naked - and you're just surrounded by all these lights which make crinkling noises. Lying in there, I'm always worried that the glass I'm laying on is going to break and oh, if I landed on those lights! It's a scary thought! And unless you close your eyes or stare off to the side, you just stare up into the face tanner and see your alien-eyed face looking back at you. It definitely does not boost your self esteem.
I went tanning tonight, and though it wasn't the first time I had done it, it still felt odd, very odd. I remember the first time that I did it, I felt really strange about it. When I got done, I felt as though I had just done something very wrong and dirty. Walking out of the tanning room, I felt shy and embarrassed and just did not want to face my friend Jay who works at the video place where I have tanned.
One thing I do like about tanning though is just having the radio on. I hardly ever listen to the radio for the cd player in my car broke and my brother Erik had to remove the main power supply to the cd player and if I'm in my room, I listen to a cd. At work, the radio there won't play my favorite station and the girls I work with always have it on the shit pop station. Up at the video place when someone is tanning, you can usually hear pop or country music blasting through the store, but when I get in there, I blast the oldies! There's nothing better than tanning to the Everly Brothers or The Mammas and the Papas.

Break

I'm on my break from work. I had to get up around 5:30, but strangely, I'm not tired. That's a good thing though of course. So, getting up really early sucks, but I really enjoy it at the same time. I mean, when you first open your eyes and realize what time it is and all you want to do is go back to sleep, it sucks. But once I'm actually up and I'm seeing the sun rise, everything's all better. Besides, it makes the day go slow. I hate it when the days go fast and then I'll just look back and realize that that was just another day of my life that is now gone and can never be redone.
Anyway, I'll have to go back to work in about 20 minutes. I'll get home around 1:30, and then at 3:30, I'll have to take off to my other job. "Joy." But like I said last night, it's money, and this trip to Europe I'm taking is going to cost quite a bit, not to mention I've got college to look forward to - financially speaking - next year...

Friday Nights in Iowa

Yet another boring Friday night in Iowa. I really don't have anything to do. I'll probably end up hanging out with my friend Jay - no relationship - though, I do not know what we're going to do. Jay made some mention of going out and getting drunk, but nah. That's not really "my thing." Not that I haven't done such a thing, but whatever. Besides, I have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning and to go work. : ( Oh well, tis money. So, if Jay does decide to go out and get plastered tonight, I'll gladly take the roll of sober girl. I mean, it'd be funny to be the sober one for once and to be able to laugh at everyone else's drunken antics. Ah yes...and then I can take advantage of the boys. Hehehe... ; )
I've been spending most of my nights with Jay lately. But that's because I really don't have anyone else to do anything with. My best friend Rachel is ALWAYS hanging out with her bf - who she's been with for over a year. But that's ok. In the past couple of years, I've become a bit of a loner, but maybe too much for I've been dying for attention. Thus is the reason I've been hanging out with Jay lately. Hmm, I don't mean for it to sound as though that's the only thing he's good for. But anyway, if I were not hanging out with Jay tonight, I'd probably just take up my usual post at the kitchen island in front of the tv. All night, I'd just sit there and read, write, journal and whatnot. Jesus, dont' I live a boring teenage life? (Please know...I am being sarcastic when I say the following...) I mean, as a teenager in this time, shouldn't I be out getting drunk and doing drugs and having sex with many and mulitple random guys? Uh huh...