It is officially Friday!

I should be in bed..

I am always pumped up after a night of class. Difficult to fall asleep. 7am will arrive shortly.

I never had a chance to study or review for my final exam that I just took. OY!

I wrote a quick paper on the fly. Not my best work, but I hammered it out.

I forgot to eat dinner.

I had begun a process of negotiation a couple of weeks ago. It began diplomatically, as a good class representative would do.. then I had to press a little, to aquire some feedback. Once that started, a rush of information, concern and questions arose. This is when I thought it best to create an open forum and discuss the issue collectively, as it affects everyone. It worked out well. I am in a cohort of amazingly bright-high caliber individuals. Good stuff. I am always learning from them.

I am feeling pretty damn good. I just have some sniffles. I could use sleep (I went to bed late last night and again tonight) but otherwise feel good. In a great mood today.. work was nice as well as class.. even though for the majority of the day I didn't feel well and that there is bad stuff going on at work.

I had a really odd dream last night.. ok, nothing new there.. but this one I took the time to jot a few things down this morning. I was barely awake as I scribbled a few words. It is a mess.. I really was still asleep while I wrote. What I can make out should be enough to jog the details from my brain. I'll work on that over the weekend.

I am delerious tired now.. my toes are frozen.. my tummy is grumbling, but I am too tired to care.

Good night.. sweet dreams.. be nice..

I hope you a fabulous Friday...
Carey

• Not as sick as yesterday.

• Slept a good 10-11 hours. No fits of coughing, yay!

• Ony major fits of coughing was when someone made me laugh really hard. The most recent, would be from (e:kara), with her links to some Hasselhoff Hotness. [inlink]kara,17[/inlink]. Go there.. too funny.

• still mucusy. Did not eat icecream as per (e:leetee). Darn, I never made it to Wegmans today!

• exam and paper due tomorrow. Have not prepared or done jack. Bad timing for sickness. I will manage though.. I think. Yikes.

• spent all day on computer/(e:strip)-- just what the doctor ordered.

• No appetite, forgot to eat.. I am not worried about wasting away :) But I did eventually eat a bog bowl of cereal.. Cin. Toast Crunch and some Kellogs Smart Start cereal. mixed. I love mixing my cereal.

• (e:salvitore), this is for you "COOKIES!", because it had to be done. And I will have a cookie when my taste buds are functioning again. Yum.

• I really like small gestures, politeness, thoughtfullness.. little things that will gaurantee a call back or a "round two"..

• can't spell or think well with germs..

• Nice winter we are having, eh? More like fall or even spring-like at times. However, I wouldn't mind some snow before the season ends.. I have some serious XC skiing to do. I have only gone out six times, and that was all in one week.

• bah.. the coughing is starting.. hopefully night time NyQuil kicks it.

• I am delerious.

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• oh, and I received this in an email. I must share..

A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what's your problem?"

Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3r d grade too!"

Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office.

While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test. If he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed.

Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"
Harry: "9."


Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"
Harry: "36."

And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader should know.

The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can go to the 3rd grade."

Ms. Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions."

The principal and Harry both agreed.

Ms. Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?"

Harry, after a moment: "Legs."

Ms. Brooks: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"

The principal wondered why would she ask such a question!

Harry replied: "Pockets."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"

Harry: "Pants."

Ms. Brooks: What starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin, whitish liquid?"

Harry: "Coconut."

The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.

Ms. Brooks: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"

The principal's eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the answer, Harry replied, "Bubble gum."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?"

Harry: "Shake hands."

The principal was trembling.

Ms. Brooks: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lot of heat and excitement?"

Harry: "Firetruck."

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put Harry in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions wrong

Monday, already? You can be such a downer. Why aren't you more like Friday, hmm? Fridays are fun..

I spent the early part of Friday evening at the Third Street Tap Room in Niagara Falls, located just a little ways down from the casino. I have never ventured into any establishment in the Falls for entertainment purposes, so this was quite the experience. I am just not fond of the area. I lived there for a short period of time in a relatively bad section. I tried to see the good and occasionally I did, but it was not enough to keep me there. I moved on within a year for I was so very uncomfortable and somewhere inside, scared.

The primary reason for going into the Falls, was because it is pretty much a half way point between where my friend lives (S. Buff), and where I live (Y-Town) and that they haven't really been in that area either.

Ok, so this bar on 3rd Street was pretty cool. I am not sure what kind of crowd it draws as we left by 10:30 or so. I walk in and I see they have a large assortment of beer, as the name of the bar promises, on tap; Blue Moon, Guinness, Sam Adams, Rolling Rock, and a few others that now elude me. Whatever, I worked on Blue Moon all night and tried a few varieties of Scotch.

Most of the scotch was pretty good. I no longer remember any of the labels or even certain details of conversation, but what I do remember is making an observation on one ancient bottle of Scotch. The aroma was unpleasant. It had a strong cork smell. I tried a sip and its taste instantly reminded me of the old bottles of liquor my parents kept in a super high cupboard, as a kid.

My grandparents owned a tavern, Izzy's. Neither my mother nor father drink, but when the grandparents passed away, quite a few bottles of various liquors were kept.

Now, although these bottles were kept well out of reach, years later, it did not stop my hard-core partying teen-age sister from getting into the contents of these bottles. I remember watching her add water to the bottles afterwards. I learned a lot from my sister; mostly what not to do in life, but in this case, I too, added water to the bottles after a night of friends and sneaking into the "liquor cabinet".

We never drank much, as the shit was pretty nasty. I am sure it would all be damn good now, but young taste buds that have not yet acquired a taste for any sort of alcohol couldn't possibly appreciate it then. I think a majority of liquor was scotch whiskey and rums and I am not sure what else. I like to experiment..

So the smell of the scotch and the odd taste of it reminded me of my taboo ventures into the dust covered liquor bottles.

I shared my story with the bartender, my friend and anyone else who was listening. It is funny to look back on it.

And I wondered how watered down the bottles were by the time I got to them after my sister (who is 8 years older) and then how much more watered down they were after I was through with them. I doubt the bottles are still kicking around. I think my mom eventually tossed them. Not sure.. I will have to ask.

We stayed at this bar a lot longer than anticipated. We were just going there to meet up and decide what to do for the remainder of the evening. However, great conversation, laughter and fine drinks paved the way for the evening to be spent just as we were. Topics in politics, social issues, food, and sports made it difficult for either one of us to shut up long enough to go somewhere else. Not a bad thing at all. When we finally thought about moving on, it was late and raining, and there were not too many options left for us (we had both envisioned walking around). So we stayed for a little longer and then eventually decided on a little trip to Youngstown.

I had a great time.

Saturday felt surreal. I did not sleep more than a few hours yet I was not tired enough to go back to bed. Instead, I found myself ravenous. I did not know what I wanted to eat, but I knew that it did not exist in my cupboards. I got in touch with (e:ladycroft) and we decided we would go to the Super Flea Market on Walden then find somewhere to eat.

There was a specific purpose to going to the Flea Market. We are pricing Hookas. I felt itchy being in that place. Walking around looking at random crap that looked like stolen goods did nothing for me. It was also super dusty, so my nose and body were itching. Maybe if I had gotten some sleep and my muscles, head to toe, weren't sore, then it may have been more amusing to look around. OOooOOoh, all was not bad, as I found a few tables of old school Nintendo games. There are bunches that I want, but the one I am looking for (and found!!) was Castlevania: Simon's Quest. I am sooooo excited to have found that!! (e:ladycroft) and myself will have a marathon night of drinking and playing this game as we did as kids. Well, minus the beer. I believe Coke Classic was our preferred poison back then.

I am going to find the Nintendo cord, toss a tv up on the coffee table and we shall have some fun. Yay! Strange how I had *just* written about wanting to play Nintendo, especially that game.

Afterwards we went to Ambrosia on Elmwood. I was starved as I had not eaten yet. I ordered pasta with all sorts of yumminess in it: feta, artichokes, olives, and sun dried tomatoes.

I knew (e:Jessika) was having a party (Happy Birthday, btw!) and that (e:paul)'s birthday was that night as well, and that he was probably going to her party.. But with Timika's lungs burned from bleach, not feeling well and sounding like a man (she really did) and my no sleep/sore body, neither one of us felt up to partying. Still, we really wanted to wish Paul a Happy Birthday. After grabbing some Goldschlager, we headed over to the apartment. It was great to spend a little time with (e:paul), (e:matthew) and (e:terry). I always enjoy their company and was rather missing them. I also got a chance to play/ snuggle the uber cute sugar gliders. I bonded with (e:matthew)'s little darling. He nibbled on my nipples a few times. It was a direct munch, but it did not hurt. Crawling inside my sweater and snuggling into my boobs was sugar glider bliss. They are very cute and I love their long fuzzy tails. I am a sucker for such cuteness.

The time flew and we had to leave. Going to a movie was mentioned earlier. I was up for that. (e:jenks), (e:ldaycroft) and myself went to see Underworld at the Elmwood Regal. It was a great movie to see in the theater. With plenty of ass kicking and a shirtless hot guy-animal-vampire hybrid. Yum.

After returning to Hamburg to pick up my car, I was debating on going out. I could do it, I thought.. I was no longer that tired. Once in the car, however, I felt the pull to go home to bed. And that I did.

I pretty much slept all day Sunday. My cat Joe was happy to have me to curl up with. Although, I think he bit my ass. I am a little dumb founded on that one.

In the evening, (e:pyrcedgrrl) came over and we caught up on stuff then watched Wedding Crashers. Funny. "go out and get yourself some strange ass". Haha. Simple things crack me up.

So now it is Monday. I have a lot of school work and studying to do this week. On Thursday, I have an exam, a presentation and a butt load of homework and reading due. I feel like I am coming down with a cold. I sure hope not. I just feel mucousy grossness. I was all sinus ickiness last week, but it has intensified a bit. Yuck. I dozed off for an hour after getting home from work. Now I am wondering if I will be able to sleep. I am busting out the Airborne/Germ Defense and drinking a gallon of OJ, which I always crave at the sign of germ invasion. Bah!

Work annoyed me today. Our fiscal year begins in July. At that point we are eligible for a raise. As long as you have a heart beat, you pretty much get one. This pisses off the people who have and use a brain, as well. Like yours truly. I can get over that, as it is my choice to work where I am at (for the time being). We usually do not begin to see our raise until January, then shortly thereafter we receive a retro active check for the difference, going back to July. It is never a large sum, but it is nice to know that it is coming. We just received word that our raises have gone through but that we are NOT getting our retro pay. So, really, we are losing out on six months of our raise. They are "looking" to find funds for this. BULL SHIT. They have been doing a very intense capital campaign for the past couple of years and recent efforts have stepped up. This feels shady and further demoralizes the employees. Bah, I have no energy for a full on rant. I hate being sick.. I feel like I am getting in the way of myself, if that makes sense.

Well, how's that for a run down on my weekend. I have no mental energy yet I felt like writing or rather, rambling. I have topics of interest I intend to tackle when I have more than a few hours to contemplate, research and formulate my idea(s). Also be more reflective in my writing style. In the meantime, I save all that extra mental effort for school and work. Well, maybe not so much work. I think I have shifted into neutral as far as that is concerned.

Good night.. be healthy.
Carey

Score.

• Ricola cough drops, various flavors. Check.
  
• Orange juice. Check
  
• NyQuil, gel tabs. Check.
  
• Puffs tissue, extra big box. Check
  
• Large mug of Rooibos (red) tea. Check
  
• Bob, this 30yr olds beloved stuffed turtle, which is sad and endearing at the same time. Check

• And a dish of Cookies and Cream ice cream, whipped to a thick milkshake consistency. Check.

Ahhhh, the cool creamy texture is a retreat against my hot, sore throat.

With sleep and happy thoughts, all should be well.

Anything should be better than last night. Barely any sleep as I coughed most of the night. I tried sitting up, but the coughing continued. When I did doze, get this, I dreamt of [search]typeHere[/search]I dreamt of the chat and posts. I don't recall any detail now, but had I taken the notion to jot down some of it, I am sure it would have been entertaining.

No more [search]typeHere[/search]before bed. Yet, I know this isn't likely...


Again, my brain cell depletion due to constant hacking leads me to thinking about: toilet seats.

I am looking to replace my toilet seat.. duct tape just isn't working anymore..Its soo last season. ;)

Here are some possibilities I am entertaining:

Can you imagine walking into the bathroom and pulling up on the toilet seat? Hopefully you will manage to piss in the toilet before pissing yourself..


Groovy. When I flush, I want "You spin me right round baby right round" to sound..


Don't take my toilet. I hate it went people steal my toilet..That shit ain't going nowhere, beotch! ;)


ha, to replace that picture with just about anyone.. That would be fun. Who would you like to fling poo at? tell me..


Gasp! They stole my idea..


And this is just tacky.. har har! --I don't have the bad pun skills that (e:josh) has :)



My delerium leads me to bed.. and dreams of, "PBS"...