I hate, detest, loathe, abhore, dislike in the extreme Rude People!!! Have we gone so far away from decorum and manners that we are expected to react as if it is the norm? ARGH!!! I just had to share that.

I am absolutely convinced that student loans are evil and the NYSHESC is the devil incarnate. I hate them and I am solemnly vowing that I WILL NOT PUT MY CHILDREN THROUGH WHAT I HAVE BEEN GOING THROUGH! Is that strong enough of a resolve? Also, I must look for grants for grad. school because I really don't want to take on another $25,000.00 in debt, bringing the grand total up to about $50,000.00. Just that number scares the hell out of me. But it's all supposed to be worth it, right? Forgive my skepticism.

Not a big, "OW!", just a little "Ow." Okay, after my marathon spray primer-ing/ spray painting session yesterday evening, now my right forearm is killing me! Yesterday, I had trigger finger going on. My finger didn't want to bend, even to curl around the spoon so I could eat my Rocky Road ice cream! Today, my forearm feels like it's one of Popeye's! Decidedly not cool. Especially as I have to do the same thing all over again except worse because it's my dresser. *Groan!* I am such a freak.

Have you ever found that there tends to be a particular name that doesn't seem to mesh with you? A strange question I know and I'm trying to think how to phrase this better. I generally seem to have competitive issues with girls who are named "Jen". It could just be coincidence, especially considering that "Jennifer" was the most popular girls name in the late 70's/early 80's and is therefore very prolific, but I don't happen to believe in coincidences and laugh if you will but I most definitely believe that one's name helps to define who one will be. I just have issues with girls named "Jen". It all started with a girl that I was very good friends with a very long time ago. We had been friends from the time we were 8 until we were 17- then it all blew up! Our friendship had always been contentious, always competing over one thing or another. It didn't become a problem until boys, naturally, entered the picture. Then, it seemed like whomever I had a crush on, she made a play for him. Not so much the other way around because I don't believe in dating my friends' exes. I'm not really into sloppy seconds. Anyway, we came to loggerheads our Senior Year over something NOT boy related, but putting my honour into question. At the time, it seemed valid and just, now- ten years later- it just seems rather stupid so I shall not go into details over what it was. That was "Jen" number 1. "Jen" number was a shadow, someone I never actually met but she was the on again/ off again girlfriend of my first love. My first love- an alcoholic/ drug addict- boy, do I know how to pick them! She was a spectre, looming in the background, affecting whatever the hell it was that we had. No matter. He's in Vegas now doing only God knows what and he has a son and a daughter. "Jen" number 3 I did actually meet and she hated me, probably with good reason as she was, at the time, the Boy's girlfriend. She was dark and slim, the absolute opposite of me, but she prevented me from going to see him in Boston and for that I cannot forgive. Yes, I was in love with him then, and am still in love with him, but, as far as he's concerned at least, we are just friends. Plus, I have a very sneaking suspicion that she's broken his heart, which he won't tell me, but I'll get it out of him somehow. Now, someone else I like very much has a "Jen" in his life. Not sure how I feel about this, but it seems very odd. What is it about me and girls named Jen?

So today's task of the day, despite being 93 degrees and high humidity, was to sand, prime and paint the cedar chest that I inherited from my grandmother. Usually, I am totally averse to painting wood, but I had to do *something* with it! and this was just the easiest way to deal with the problem. It's done. Not perfect but what the hell. It's too hot to care, really. Project number 2 is repeat the same process with my dresser for pretty much the same reason as the cedar chest. Now, however, that I have primed and painted the chest, I have paint up my nose! That's what I get for taking the easy way and spray painting rather than doing it the old fashioned way. It's not particularly nice feeling nor particularly healthy, I'm sure. Oh well. I really should keep packing but I just can't be bothered! Ciao fair E-Peeps. Time to clean myself up as I must go to work tomorrow. I really hate work. The only good thing about it, quite frankly, is the air conditioning. Does that make me an air conditioning whore? Hmmmmm.... Something to ponder at least.