"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt


Friday, February 25, 2011

Life on a Crazy Friday

~Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
~Jean Cocteau

Oh, Fridays. I really think I need a blog post that's forever long to have the space I need to complain. Which is sad. I complain way too much. I know this. And yet... I don't even know how to stop! But I won't bore you with just complaints today.

So, I'm doing my laundry. Haha, it would be so nice to be able to do my laundry as it gets dirty rather than running out of everything and having to do it on a Friday night. Or to be able to not worry that someone's gonna steal ALL your pants or all your underwear if you don't get back to the machine whenever it decides to turn off. Well, most of the washers have timers but I don't know how long the dryers take and I'm not gonna sit in there to see.

But then, I ran out of quarters to finish. Yep, sad day. But my whites, pinks, and Levi's are in. I used everything from my quarters bag, all the quarters in my wallet, and got change for my one $1 bill... I don't have any more ones or fives... oh well! I'll live.

Oh, so I went to Wal-Mart today. Haha, can you tell it's my day to do all my things necessary for living? Rather than just homework that is. And I like to use the self-checkout lines. I'd rather not talk to people, as sad as that is. So, I wait in one line. And everyone in front of me just left the line. So I walked up and the screen was all messed up-so I moved to a different line. Well, the people in front of me where on the phone and making the machine freak out all the time and it took longer to wait in line than to shop.

So I get up there... (I use "so" a lot, don't I?) and everything starts just fine. Until I get to my eye shadow. It had just gotten made cuz my make-up pads didn't weigh enough for it to feel and I scanned my eye shadow. And then it did more than just say that it didn't register the weight. I was trying to scan my pens and it was on the normal page. But every time I put the pens over the scanner it went on about how something was wrong blah blah blah. But when I moved the pens away it was normal again.

So I waited for the lady to come fix it. She was looking at it and in my bag and at it again and I tried to explain what happened but she didn't care. She just kept repeating that something was wrong, something hadn't been done right. I explained again. She went through my bag and I pointed out all the things on the screen. She still didn't believe me. So she started pulling things out of my bag and decided I hadn't scanned my eye shadow. She rescanned it-I showed her how that scan was exactly the same as two before. It took her a minute to believe me and forever to cancel it.

My goodness! I felt like she was watching my every move after that. I swear. I wasn't trying to steal. Just trying to get the machine to work! Agh! So frustrating. And then I went to Macey's-people are kind of oblivious at the store. And that's all I'll say about that.

I got bread! Oh how I miss bread. It expires on Sunday so I'm gonna eat a few sandwiches tonight and take the rest home tomorrow. I had searching my bread for mold because I didn't eat a whole loaf in a day and a half. Now I'm working on next Wednesday's homework. Ya, I'm that far ahead. Feeling good about that... except that I wrote out everything I have for next week-still a lot. Plus a French written test, French oral test, French listening comprehension test, Grammar test, and British test... and I have another British paper to write. I have never had such bizarre writing prompts...

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