18tons?

Small, but seemingly older boy talking to bus driver: " Man, how do you drive such a thing?"

Older bus driver: "Let me tell you boy, this thing weighs 18 tons. When you're behind the wheel of something that weighs 18 tons and someone plays chicken with you, you don't flinch."

Seemingly older boy (that I later find out is going to law school in VA): ::dumbfounded look:: "Gee...I don't even know if my car weighs a ton..."

The hilarity in this conversation was just the dynamic between the two, that I guess you had to be there to see. Or maybe it's the fact that it's a horribly rainy Monday morning and my iPod died the second I turned it on, and I forgot my umbrella, and totally needed some form of amusement on the bus...

i. I still haven't watched Lost yet. Things that might need to happen before I think about sleeping tonight.

ii. I flew from Boston to NYC and back to Boston within 24 hours this weekend. It was an awesome weekend and awesome getting to go home for Mama's birthday party (especially since she had zero idea I wasn't going to be there. Somehow, everyone managed to blab to everyone else, but she still was kept in the dark). There were lots of tears and OMG's and "I can't believe you did this's", so overall success.

iii. I came home to a package on my counter, which was my business cards! Which printed amaazingly, and on Sarah's suggestion, I ordered them from Moo.com . Granted, it took them an exponential amount of time to send them (I ordered them on Jan. 9th and got them yesterday, apparently they had printed them incorrectly, and had to reprint. Which is funny, because they're still lacking the back image that I sent. If I had ordered more than 50 I would bother sending them back, but at this point, they're just a test run. See below!




























iv. This small child at work yesterday, was passing a magazine stand and on the front was the latest issue of some sort of news magazine with a large portrait of Obama on it. Small child could not have been more than 6 years old, and stammered for a good 6-10 seconds about, "Daddy! Look! It's Orack. No, bama...Obm-, Bar-, OH! Barack Obama!" and you have adorable.

v. Flying between MA and NYC > the bus. x893748972. We're talking SO much easier on all accounts. I literally closed my eyes on the flight back today, and opened them seeminly 5 minutes later when the seatbelt noise for landing sounded. Awesome.

With my <3.

I got this email this morning and thought the last part was pretty priceless:
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Dear Alison,

I have to say that I appreciate for all of your help to let me finish my application completed through your website.

Thank you for your job with my heart.

Best wish,

YeohyuAhn.
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Mind you, I've been helping this woman/man out for about 2 weeks with the upload of their online application materials and still don't know what their first/last name is because they've signed emails with everything from Yeo, to Ahn, to their full name, complete with hyphen, Yeo-HyunAhn. Such confusion!

So I did wind up going back to sleep this morning, only to have the nuttiest dreams ever. Here are the three (non-consistent) parts:

i. The paper crane-ish bird
All of a sudden I was in my room (yes my real room) and this paper crane-esque bird thing with a tail like a peacock came out of the top shelf of my closet. Which was apparently some sort of animal-producing-portal? It kept folding out it's tail and it looked really sweet and I kept taking pictures of it. But my camera had no batteries, so I had to take them out of my mouse.

Now, mind you, when I went on my computer after I woke up, I had to check that my mouse had batteries in it because it took a sec for my comp. to recognize it. Weird.

I wound up google'ing this bird and it turned out to be a muffin bird. What? Again, don't know. It's eyes were crazy and it had these really intricate origami-patterns on it's tail. Anyway, we befriended it. And then my parents (who were suddenly there) and we decided to make dinner. My grandmother was also suddenly there, and got mad when she saw that I had a picture of my aunt on my nigh table. Which, I indeed, do.

Making dinner, my professor showed up. We were cooking chicken legs in a toaster oven in my room. My professor sprayed cooking spray in the toaster oven and I got really mad. Then it was crackling and what not while the chicken legs were cooking. I kept glaring at him, and suddenly he was gone. The end of segment i.

ii. The centipede
This huuuuge, massive centipede comes out of the animal-esque portal in my closet. My landlord was in our living room, on a ladder, doing something. And I yell for her, and we grab it by the tail. And then it starts loosing scales. But one by one. And finally we put it on the window sill outside. I don't have a window sill outside my window in real life.

The end of segment ii (this was a short one).

iii. Niz!
I get a text message from Niz, who I don't think has ever texted me, let alone has my phone number, telling me that he was in Boston, visiting his parents (who really do live in Boston). He asked what I was doing tonight, and told me that him and Joey were going to Lauren Federgreen's house (!?) for a party. I was really excited to see them, so we go. She lives across the street from me. My apartment is still my apartment, but in a house. On a residential/cute street. So we get to the party, and I realized I need to go to Pathmark, which is also conveniently, right across the street. So I go, get there, realize I don't have my wallet, but I have a can of Coke in my hand (I uh, I don't even like soda), and I call Tina. And that was that.

When I woke up, I was confused and didn't know what was going on and I realized I was sleeping. I also usually don't remember my dreams, let alone in that much detail. It was a really, really strange feeling, and I have batteries in my mouse, but still no plans for tonight, haha...

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It's 702am on a Saturday morning and it's 8 degrees outside. Why am I awake and can't fall back asleep? I have noooo idea. :x

Foodler.

I have discovered the amazingness of Foodler this morning when I woke up in a really hazy/hung over state, and realized I needed some fro-yo in my life, but was not walking the 1/2 mile to Angora. Lo and behold, I got frozen yogurt, delivered. To my door. It was amazing. And made going to work a lot easier.

I also found this dude today: http://banksy.co.uk/ and besides having a really awesome name, his stuff is really sweet. There are a few snags with the website that would endlessly bother me, but. His manifesto makes up for it.

And despite the fact that it's not even 11pm on a Sunday night, I think I'm going to dedicate myself to a few episodes of It's Always Sunny..., finish epic amounts of tagging on Flickr, and pass the heck out. Plan? Plan.

socks.

Hayley just won a contest and what did she win? 100 pairs of socks. Who knew that you could enter and win, basically, a lifetime supply of socks? That means that's like, a tonnn of pairs of mismatched socks.

Also, to continue with the roommate saga, I came home from work to the following email yesterday:
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Hey Alison,
I just wanted to apologize on Shelbia's behalf because I'm sure she didn't say anything about having her friend stay on our couch this weekend...she didn't tell me either. I told her that it was inconsiderate and that she should always ask if she is going to have people stay over like that. Don't feel like you can't say something to her if you want to. I'm sure you weren't happy about it...I know I wasn't! Okay, just wanted to let you know that I talked to her. I'll see you soon!
Esther
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I suppose this is deserving of some background information, though. Shelbia (other roommate) has this guy staying with us this weekend. No big deal, right? Right. She didn't tell us, but again, nothing to freak out about. He's here, obviously has no where else to say, so whatever.

Only sketchy thing: is that Shelbia gave him her key yesterday. And how do I know this? When I came home from work, he's the only on in our apartment. Sprawled out on the couch, inadvertently taking up all the counter space in the kitchen and the living room, since they're both one, and is doing work on his computer, with his printer, that he's established on our counter. At this point, I'm just annoyed that some random dude had a key to our apartment and no one else is home. But regardless, what's bitching about it going to do now?

So back to the email. Esther, the considerate roommate, was obviously pissed, but at the same time, is asking me to be equally as pissed with her? At first I was like, "Hey, I can speak up for myself," and didn't need her permission, but then just didn't respond because well, they're friends. And work together. And work with our landlord. And have the same friends. And the last thing I want to do is get in the middle of my bff roommates. Or get tricked into doing so.

So no response is the best response, correct? Esther has taken a leave of absence from our apartment apparently, since I haven't seen her in about 72 hours, and the last time I did, she was with her boyfriend. So I'm assuming she's hanging out with him while dude is crashing on our couch.

I would, actually, like him to leave at some point, or wake up. Since yesterday he didn't wake up until 3pm, when I was leaving for work, and it's almost noon and he's still not awake yet. Things that greatly hinder important facets of my life: coffee making, oatmeal cooking, etc. etc. etc. ...