Song of the Day

I'm wondering, if you read that story too?
And if we both might
be having
the same
imaginary conversation

Four
three
two
one
I'm letting you go

I
will
let
go
if you will let go

-Ben Folds, Cologne

Laughs from the Past

Before I left Indiana, I pell-mell packed things that were (are) still at my Mom's house and not with me at college. Apparently I brought some old journals here to Baltimore with me. When I say old, I mean from when I was 8/9 years old. This is just absolute gold. Here are some excerpt from my school journal. I remember we had to often write about what we did the previous day or answer prompts that were on the blackboard.

9/11/00
To clean our room, make our beds, do our jobs, and do our homework.
I don't like to clean our room, do our jobs, and doing homework.
They're not fun.

9/25/00
I would go to the year 1. I want to because I want to see what life was like with the dinosaurs and what it's like to be the only person around.

1/4/01
Had a friend spend the night
Opened my new present- shirt
Liked the holidays
I went to a ballet
Dreamed
Ate a christmas dinner
Yelled at my sister

2/21/01
I'm good at piano. I'm good at Spelling. I'm good at school.

4/30/01
Slept in
Ate spaggetie
Told my sister to leave me alone
Used the computer
Read a book
Drew a picture
Ate pizza
Yelled at someone

So, what can we take away from this? Well, first of all I really like acronyms, despite saying I was good at Spelling, I clearly was not, and also that I yell at my sister a lot (we did yell a lot, didn't we Bekah?)
:)

Quote of the Day

We just got a new voice/message/video calling system at work, and I was testing it out with a coworker.

Quote of the Day

Seriously.... Try it.

me: dude

  lay your hand on some surface

  with your pinky on the table

  so that your thumb is closest to the ceiling

  make sense?

19:47 Elaine: yea

 me: now reverse it, so pinky is closest to ceiling

  and your whole thumb is on table

  it's a bit weird position

  then look at your fingers

  don't they look like aliens

  or just weird

  like, wiggle your pinky

19:48 Elaine: wuuut

 me: did any of that make sense

 Elaine: yes!

  that was weird

  it doesnt look right

 me: for real

19:49 i thought maybe there was something in the air here and i was going crazy looking at my fingers

 Elaine: lol

  i'm surprised you even noticed it

  but yea

19:50 it's weird... even with my hand in the air it looks normal

  then on the table it's freaky

 me: exactly  - Elaine and I ponder the complexities of the human hand

A Day (Week) in the Life (of Jo Taylor)

OK, so that Beatles reference was a stretch. I tried.

Last Tuesday- I rescued a stray lost kitten that was playing in the street (it's busy too!) and its owner retrieved it. Hung out with my gimpy friend who had ankle surgery.

Wednesday- Went to work as normal. Went home as normal. I was going to pick up some friends to go contra dancing (yay!). Drove 2 blocks from my apartment and whilst being the first car to cross the intersection during the green light promptly got slammed into by another driver who ran a red light. (yes yes I'm fine) Outrageous chaos ensued. When other people are in traumatic/stressful situations I am usually pretty good at remaining calm and rational. Apparently not so when reversed. A very long and annoying story short: other driver claimed HE had a green light, insurance companies duke it out, get in contact with witness to the accident, backpedal and offer me some money. My poor Oldsmobile was totaled.

Let's all just give a moment of silence for that trooper. Drove me the Indiana-Baltimore trip THREE times and never once complained. Anyway, I am of course getting reimbursed for the value of the car, but now I'm just annoyed that I have to go through the process of getting another car. I was going to get one soon anyway, but wanted to save up enough money to buy a nice one.

Sigh.

But wait, it doesn't end there. Friday- I donate blood. Guys, I don't think you understand how momentous an occasion this is for me. I am absolutely terrified of giving blood. Like, really irrationally afraid. Vaccines are bad enough. BUT EXTRACTING 10% OF MY LIFE SOURCE? Uh-uh. Well, I was really curious to see if I could do it (I kept being reassured it wasn't as bad as I was making it out). Well, OK, it turns out it wasn't as bad as I was making it out, but it was still not pleasant. I got a bit nauseous during it but then felt much better after having some juice and resting. My officemate Heather and I did it together, so we headed back up to the office. So yeah, well, no one told me that resting for 5 minutes was an insufficient time to become able to walk up TWO flights of stairs. I want it on the record that I never passed out, contrary to my coworkers who saw fit to coddle me embarrassingly afterwards. I WAS conscious the whole time, just momentarily deaf with blurry eyesight. At least I know to take the elevator now.

BUT WAIT GUYS it gets better. Enter Hurricane Sandy. That's all I need to say. And also that I was totally unprepared for what a hurricane is like. It's windy and rainy and cold and scary because there are at least a dozen trees within sight of the window in my bedroom. Work has been closed for the past 2 days but tomorrow we're back at it. A lot of folks lost power (luckily I didn't) but it's not half as bad as what happened further north. Maryland, and Baltimore, missed the worst of the storm while New Jersey and NYC got slammed.

So yeah, that's my terribly exciting life! Paperwork and hurricanes and blood donations oh my!