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I swear. These folks. I mean, I missed once this summer, and suddenly I became the bitch who didn't show because she thought she was too cool - nevermind the fact that I wasn't feeling well at all. I don't come last night, and bam - like her life's too full too join us. Yes, I originally told Laura I wasn't coming because I didn't have fun last week. She's known me 3 years now and hasn't picked up on my sarcasm? Maybe she thought I was serious because I wasn't part of the conversation, but really, I know Laura can cook and that alone tops everything else. And I know they all say they're joking, but girls are petty. And if I were to say that I just wouldn't come at all anymore because obviously it's much more fun to just bash me and my non-life, I'm sure someone would make the comment that what? The reverse isn't true and I can't recognize sarcasm?
Sooooooooo I've come to a decision: Rachel is no longer going to be associated with sarcasm (at least around certain people). People who don't know me may get some of the left-overs randomly, but now I'm just going to be... well, the opposite of sarcastic. I'm not really sure what that is. It might take me a while to master it, but if I toss out something remotely facetious, I'll be sure to follow it with a giggle (which I'll also have to practice) and an apology or an emoticon or whatever. Watch out - I may also become one of those people who explains it to everyone (who has already understood what was said).

So I talked to Stef tonight. She's buying a house. A house. She's 22 and buying a house. She has a job and is now buying a house. I can't even get a temp job, much less a house. Boy are we growing up. Well, she is - me not so much. It's insane.
When am I going to grow up? I figure once I'm out of grad school, I'll eventually head that way (to maturity, that is). We talked about moving on and out with our lives. I mean, at least I'm not still in my hometown and haven't left, but I'm still in Alabama. Grad school will be out of the state, but it's still kinda scary for me to think about living far away from family. Of course phones still work, but it's not the same. It'll be exciting to live out really away, and maybe it'll make me grow up. Who knows. As long as there are crude jokes, I really am not too optimistic.

Dang it. Only 372,060. I couldn't come up with "enigma" or "gamine."

The rearranging didn't go so well yesterday. I decided to keep my living room where it is, so that's not interesting. After moving everything except the TV and computer, I realized that my furniture had, to my disappointment, been in the ideal position. Now, had I moved the TV and desk, things might have turned out differently. However, my desk is insanely heavy with nothing on it, and I didn't feel like taking apart my computer stuff. I did move one of the lamps and changed up the wall art and removed some small items. I also put a piece of the green fabric behind part of my desk that had bunches of wires showing, and it was a huge improvement. I think I might try changing up my bedroom, but we'll see.
I've been playing TextTwist ALL DAY, so that's occupied me. I took a break to watch Designers' Challenge and take Matthew's water bill downtown (just so I'd have something to do). I went over to his place y'day to get souvenirs from my mother (3 shooters), and he said I could take it since I was bored. I may also go grocery shopping for him tomorrow too, so that'll mix things up for me. Isn't it sad that I'm getting so excited about doing someone else's shopping? Oh well.
Still no job obviously. I haven't heard back from one place, so that's a bummer. I guess I'll go ahead and register for the GRE this week.

Being ever-so-bored, I decided to check out the TV grid on Yahoo!. Oh how things are a'changin'. Seinfeld moved to 11:30 last week (as opposed to 11) on FOX. Will and Grace doesn't come on at 5:30 and 6 on WGN. Instead of airing at 11:30 on the WB, it's now on at 1:30. So what's taking its place? Sex and the City (which I like) comes on at midnight on the WB, and the episode will correspond to the one shown on WGN at 10. What follows Sex? *insert remark about a good cigarette or some peace and quiet finally* South Park. Now, I've always known that the WB has made some odd choices about the shows they air, but I really never imagined they'd air SP. Will I watch it? Yeah probably, because I think it's a funny show. Did I expect the WB to show it? Nope.

Laura and I just got back from beautiful South Carolina (and I can call it that since we whipped them), and we had a grand time.
We left Friday around 12:30, and the drive was insanely boring. Not because Laura doesn't amuse me, but because 342 miles on the same road would be uneventful in any situation. We made it there without injury and found our wonderful Travelodge. It was evident that English was not Mr. 9/11 Manager's first or fourth language (because after so many, it just becomes moot), but we were able to check in and find our room. After sitting around a little, we decided to find food and the stadium. Now, all you folks in Tuscaloosa know that Bryant-Denny is kind of like the North Star. You can always see it, and it almost guides you anywhere in the town. You also know that it stands in the middle of campus and is surrounded by places to eat and party. Not so much in Columbia. The stadium was forever away, not on campus, and NOT LIT! but we finally found it after an hour or so. We ended up seeing a lot of the city and surrounding areas - three or four times - and made it to Ruby Tuesday near our hotel, since we saw nothing else really. The food there was good, but the drinks were about $8 - insane. We heard a few "Roll Tides" throughout our meal, so that was fun. We went back to our hotel and went to bed.
Saturday, we woke up and got ready. Well, I had just gotten out of the shower, and the "maid service" call was made. I was still in a towel, so Laura answered. She told the maid we would be out in an hour, but the maid said she needed our laundry. Laura reiterated that it would be less than hour, but Maid still said, "but I need laundry now." Apparently they only do one load and only want to walk the steps once during the day, so I threw Laura my towel and that was that. We weren't sure if we would get new towels and if our beds would be made, but they were when we got back, so yay. Anyway... we headed to the stadium and found $10-parking pretty near. We thought the game was at 2:30, but it turned out to be at 3:30, so we weren't as disappointed at the showing since it wasn't as close to game time as we thought. We fixed a beverage, then started walking around, and quickly realized USC doesn't know how to tailgate. Sure, there were some personal tents set up and a few BBQers, but nothing like at the Capstone. No Quad that's filled with different stands, no huge parties, no music blaring, nothing from Carolina. We replied to the numerous "Roll Tides" and "Heys" from all UA folks, who were, of course, our instant friends since we were the visitors. We ended up having to eat at Bojangles because it THE ONLY place around. It was packed, but we actually didn't have to stand in line too long, and I was able to secure a table before our food was ready. We headed to the Farmers' Market where Tyler and friends were. Apparently the FM is the place to be. Some folks were parked there, and I have to admit it was nice to sit down in the shade, as it felt to be about 117 degrees. We enjoyed more beverage and met some people. Laura also commented that she was glad she was not black. One SC fan decided that Laura and I were "just adorable." Why? I don't know. Maybe because we were from Alabama and were nice and talkative and she was drunk. But that's just my guess. We made it to the stadium and found our seats were on the second to the top row. We could see everything, but it was dang hot. We cheered loudly and of course won. They had a terrible turn-out (we thought), but Bama fans were still strong the whole time. Rach Mims was sitting next to us; well, next to the Cock next to us. It was a good game. On our way down the steps, we collected cups. Apparently you have options at the game, as there were 3 different cup sizes. Yay for getting one of each. After the game, we endured a nice hike to the car. We didn't take the most direct route, but it did mean we got a few more "Roll Tides." We went back to the hotel and realized our key didn't work. After getting a new one, we took showers. Our Cock had told us where to find food, so we got in the car and drove down the wrong way for a while, then headed in the correct direction. We ate at Outback, and yum. Our waiter was really nice and chatty with us, but not in an annoying way. The food and drinks were good, but we were both too tired to go out afterward. We watched TV when we got back (and saw that Tennessee had lost), then tried to sleep. Knocking at our door startled us. It was late, and there was some tapping. My head shot up, and I whispered, "Laura!" I was afraid, as I did not want to die in a Travelodge. We didn't answer (obviously), and L said she heard more knocking down the hall, so we think the person just had the wrong door. It was a scare though.
So this morning we woke up and headed back. Again, monotony. We had food from last night to eat that was still good. There was more traffic on the way back, but we made it. We saw more State Troopers too. One time, one sped down the ramp and got on and seemed to just be going to something like an accident. Nope - he pulled someone over way ahead of us. We saw another one that had pulled 3 cars over. Good thing it wasn't us. We arrived around maybe 2:30, and I took a quick shower.
It was a fun weekend. Good football, good times. If I forgot anything major, I imagine Laura will cover it.

Tonight we had a Thursday Night Dinner, much like our Tuesday Night Dinners, with the huge difference of not having Pete. Laura did the cooking, and it was great. We had fried shrimp (which was mainly eaten by me), crab cake/casserole, roast, and salad. Carey and I both brought desserts, and both were well-received (the desserts, not so much us). In attendance were Laura, Carey, Kim, Jim, LeeAnn, Rebecca, Jennifer, and I. A good time was had, and conversation ranged from Wal*Mart to ChemE drama.
I especially liked the fact that it gave me something to do today. I went to Target to get the one ingredient I needed and decided to also use more of my giftcard to buy a going-out top, some Jelly Bellies, tea, and wax paper. I came back and spent all of 10 minutes making my dessert, which sucked because well, it was only 10 minutes. Dang. So I showered and got on the computer, as usual. I looked for more jobs online, but nope. Apparently my college education is not as good as a high school diploma (or equivalent) and 17 years of experience of shorthand. I'm not meant to work. That's all I can figure. I would start volunteering to fill the time, but I don't want to start, then have to stop soon because of work. I mean, I still hold fast to the idea of never being able to have a job, but just in case. I could have probably looked at more grad schools, but I'll need something to do next week.
This weekend will be spent living it up in SC. Laura and I are leaving tomorrow some time, and I still need to pack. I plan on having lots of fun, and I don't think I'll be disappointed.

Laura and I had a lengthy conversation today about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness - literally. It was a good conversation, although nothing was really resolved. Still, it was enjoyable and nice to know we feel the same way about lots of things.
So I'm qualified for nothing. I'm sick of looking for a job because I'm getting nowhere. I find seemingly good jobs, yet I don't have 6 months experience dealing with emotionally disturbed children or haven't spent a year in a secretarial position. It's so frustrating.

Last night I was sooo was NOT tired and ended up going to bed around 3 and to sleep around 4. Gag. So I set my alarm for 11 so I wouldn't sleep half into the day again. I woke up at 7:41 first, which was so odd, but apparently I went back to sleep because I woke up at 10:59. I remembered parts of my dream from last night (or rather this morning) and the night, so without further ado:

Night before last: I was at a dance convention. The room where I was was very poorly lit, even for a hotel ballroom. Angela was there as well; I don't know why. So one of the classes was merely a warm-up, but one of the main stretches we were doing was when you lie on your stomach and elevate your upper torso without the support of your arms. (We used to do it sometimes in class actually, and I wasn't too bad.) We were doing this, then moved on to something else, but I later realized I was quite awesome at it. I could create pretty much a 90-degree angle with my body doing it actually, so I just kept doing it. The teacher noticed and pointed me out, so that was fun. I recall some sort of bathroom scene, but I imagine it was gross, so I won't try to remember it.

Last night: We had some sort of presentation due for a class maybe. Bob was in there, and we were the last 2 to present. Everyone had one of those science project backboards displaying their project, and Bob and I were the last 2 to go actually (I was last). The teacher, played by Drew Carey, came over and told us our boards were too similar and that I needed to change 2 of my colors (like I had written in red on white paper, which was matted on green construction paper, then vice versa). I didn't have much time and didn't have my thin Sharpies, so I was mad and thought it unfair. When I did look at my board though, I realized I had spelled "sponsored" wrong by having an "i" in the place of the second "o," but I only erased it and changed it. Hm. I didn't have time to change my colors and didn't want to either, so I just changed into my black DCON shirt (although later, when Bob was talking to me right before I was to start, I was rolling up the sleeves of a white t-shirt). Bob did his, and when it was my turn, the teacher, played by the lady who is the tough woman professor on Legally Blonde who overhears Elle's problems at the end in the nail shop, asks me something about my presentation, to which I reply with something along the lines of having a "teacher who would risk his job just to see me suffer," since he was trying to get me to change mine. Anyway, I don't know what the project was or how I did, so oh well. There was also a huge part of the dream before the above situation, but I can't remember it now... something about a water park...

So I've had a nice birthday so far. It started off with some crying, as I was watching Operation Homecoming. The episode I saw was so good. The first story was about a woman whose husband had been gone a year, meaning he hadn't yet met his 4-month-old son. The second story involved a father and son who had both been over there, leaving the wife and younger brother alone in Bee Branch. The final line was about a woman who had had gastric bypass surgery, and her husband came back to see an almost 100-pound-lighter wife. I don't know why I cried, but I'll tell you what - those Discovery Channel-based shows can bring a tear to my eye.
Anyway... I opened my last present a little after midnight, and it was a new blouse. I finally went to bed shortly after 1. Now, I hadn't napped yesterday because I wanted a good night's sleep on my own bed after being on Jon's couch. I thought I would be tired around 11, then would head to bed, but not so much. Around 7 I was a little sleepy, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep late, but then I caught my second wind and wasn't tired. So I slept until 1:30 this afternoon. It was good. I actually probably would have slept a little later had I not had to pee, but I figured I could get up this afternoon sometime. I found a few missed calls, voice mails, and text messages, so yay. I went about my normal dull-day activities and took a few b-day calls. Sadly, thefacebook hasn't reminded people of birthdays in a week or so, so only a few people wrote on my wall, but that's OK. Dao, Amanda, and Laura changed my wall, and Colin S. sent me a message on MySpace. Laura came over and brought me my present of gumbo, a cute plate, eclair (woohoo!), and adult beverage. The card was cute too. I checked my mail and had 3 cards from relatives which contained money and gift cards. One set of g-parents think I turned 23 today, but oh well.
Now I'm watching Friends, then LB will follow. Yay.

So it's 9/11 again, but I guess the hype of that tragedy is over now, 4 years later. Granted, Katrina kinda took some of the spotlight, but I'm not sure it would have been a big deal anyway. I feel like one of those adults who remember what they were doing when Kennedy was shot, because it's so clear in my head when it happened. I had a 45-minute break between English and Calculus, so I would just go to class early and sit there, maybe read the CW or actually look at what we were assigned the day before. This guy (who I remember struggled in the class) would also come in early to ask whoever was there how to do the homework. That day was no different, but he did come in a litle later. He asked if I had heard what had happened, which, of course, I hadn't. He told me how a plane had just crashed into the WTC and how bizarre and damaging it had been. I remember thinking that it was so weird and almost surreal to think that a plane had gone into the WTC. I mean, really? Everyone who came in was talking about it, but we still went on with our class like nothing had happened. I went home after class and watched the news pretty much the rest of the day (because really, every station had something on it). I picked up a CW the next day, as it was filled with pictures and stories. What a horrific thing to do. I couldn't believe that there could be that much hatred against the US. I know we're not loved by all by any means, but it was really just kind of numbing. I remember seeing Palestinians jumping for joy because of the attack on America and thinking how heartless they were. It was a very intense experience.

I had a good feeling yesterday. Y'all all know what I'm talking about too. When you find that $20-bill in a different compartment in your wallet or that top that's so cute that's in your size (which you find in a different part of the store, so you know someone tried to hide it). I was hanging up clothes and realized I have a pair of brown corduroy pants. I don't know why I forgot about them or haven't seen them since the winter, but I was elated. It's always the small things.

Anyway, get your own LJ and tell me your username if you want to read about the semi-interesting things in my life. It's not that much better than the above subject matter, but I've got a story or 2.

Yay for presents! I got these things, plus a candle, a flip-flop candle set (from the g-parents), cute pads of paper, a Hobby Lobby giftcard (from Colin), 2 shirts, and a brown purse. I still have 2 presents I’m not allowed to open until my b-day, so woohoo for that too. My mother also brought up some mail of mine: an AARP letter (I swear, you volunteer one season with the tax program...), my Phi Beta Kappa magazine, and 2 things from Camel. I got free stuff from them at places, so now I’m on their mailing list. I got 3 matchboxes and 2 shot glasses that blink when filled with liquid. One of them doesn’t work – I think because I banged it at first thinking it lit up like a slammer. Oh well. Mother and I went to Logan’s for dinner and had b-day cake at home while I painted her toenails. It was good Funfetti.

So. Freakin'. Lazy. That's me. I was bored last night, so I cleaned out my filing cabinet. Yay - that was fun. I went to bed around 1 but didn't go to sleep until around 2, because I had some things on my mind. You know what time I woke up originally? 11:30. So I got up, ate some CTC, and watched TV. Since I didn't have anything else going on, I went back to bed. I obviously slept some more, because I dreamt about a Circle K Open House. I came in right on time and sat up front next to my VP (which was not Bob). I did a little bit of speaking and introducing folks who were talking about different aspects of CKI. In front of the two of us was another table with the current board. Once I saw them, I said to whomever was next to me, "OMG. I can't believe I just came up here and sat up here. I'm so used to sitting up here that I did it without thinking. I've got to apologize to Sonya" - or something to that extent. Anyway, I was telling the person how I knew about 5 or 6 of the new folks who were there, either from HS, middle school, or church. After the talkings, JG and someone else got up and introduced the entertainment: a singer named Ashley who looked like Ciara. Then everyone had to line up along the back wall of the room for some reason. It was then that I pointed out that I knew Brad Watford (who still looked like he did in 5th grade, even though I last saw him in 12th grade), Erin Satchfield, Jennifer Howard, Tony Sharp, Adam Enfinger, and maybe someone else. It was just really weird.
My mother's coming today; she's on her way now. We're going to eat, then I get to open my presents! Tomorrow, I think I'm going to The Ham to hang out with Jon, so it'll be a fun weekend.

So I had a dream last night about the Feud. Family Feud, that is. I was on a team with Matthew and other folks, and the host wasn't Richard Dawson or Al Karn, but the other one. It took place in the front area of a grocery store, the lobby if you will. Our team had 400 points (you had to earn 500 to be in the final round), and the opposing team had 201. In one round, I remember seeing 126 on the scoreboard, and I think the other team won that round. I'm pretty sure it's because I messed us up by guessing Bayer as something about guys taking it and it changing form... I don't know. "Niece" was up there, but I remember thinking that it was spelled wrong and was actually something else. We ended up getting to go to the final round because the other team guessed "Isabella" for something, and it was wrong. I told Matthew I had always wanted to go the final round, so he and I were the 2 contestants. Unfortunately, I didn't get to find out how we did, as I woke up at 12:15. That's 12:15 in the afternoon.
Oh I need a job. I had a headache yesterday and took a nap, but still went to bed at 1 this morning. Then I slept forever. I watered my plants, checked the mail, and am now making tea, but that's it for today. Well, and thefacebook and MySpace. I'm so bored all the time.

This morning I went for my teller-skills assessment test. I had filled out some general info online and had submitted a resume blah blah blah. I got there around 8:30 (I totally overestimated how long it would take me to get there) and got out of my car 15 minutes later. I saw Girl 1 standing at the back door, and it turned out that she was also there for the test. I didn't know it would be more than just me there, but OK. Even worse, she's from Biloxi (originally Tuscaloosa), but she and her husband, along with their 1-year-old, had moved up here recently, as their house and lives had been ruined by Katrina. What did she do in Biloxi? Worked as a teller for 3 years. Great. So then Girl 2 showed up, and she looked like she had graduated about a year ago from HS. She wasn't dressed that great for a banking thing, and she hopes to one day go to UA. We finally got to go in at 9, where we met with 2 other folks (Woman and Guy).
We all followed Vicki to a room where the video began. Now, this video was made roughly 10 or 15 years ago. I know this by the shoulder pads and political correctness of the actors (white woman, white man, black man, hispanic woman - whose name was Maria). There were 4 parts to the assessment, and the first was a customer skills section. There was a situation, like so-and-so wants this check cashed, but there aren't enough funds in his account, but policy says... and 4 possible answers. You had to circle the most effective solution in one column and the least effective in the neighboring column. I think you had 15 seconds to answer them. The second section was basically seeing how many errors there were in each of the examples between the check and deposit slip, including amounts matching, signature, date, etc. In the third section, we had to compare 4 pairs of 8-digit numbers and see how many pairs didn't match. We started out having 17 seconds and had only 5 seconds by the last few. The final section was math. It was easy and very basic, like add this amount, take this percentage out for interest, yadda yadda yadda.
After the test, we all went up and were instructed to sit in an adjacent room while she calculated our scores. We talked about the hurricane, which was when we found out Woman was from New Orleans, and she had been hired as a teller recently (2 against me now). It was really sad. Especially when I found out that the Red Cross makes you pay for stuff. Apparently Girl 1's friends had to pay for water and ice. This was really upsetting because there are so many folks donating now. The Salvation Army still just gives out stuff, but I can't believe the RC bills you. Anyway... V called in Guy and he left shortly. I assumed he didn't pass.
I got called next, which scared me, because what if she was going to tell me I failed? No such luck. I passed and she told me to go back in the room and fill out some papers and an online application which she just put in my online career account or whatever. The other females also passed. I tried to be quick with mine since one girl was having to just sit there because there were only 3 computers. I'm glad I had brought my resume and reference list, because I needed it all. I finished, then took it in to V. So then I had an interview. We talked about Subway and dealing with money and customers and responsibility. I didn't do terribly, but I didn't feel that great about it either. Add to that, when I asked how long the process would take (since she said they would do a credit check and drug screen, then the branch manager would call for an on-site interview), she said that if I applied for other jobs at AmSouth within the next 30 days, they would just use my info already. Great. I don't want to apply for other jobs. I know nothing about managing a branch, even though I did tell her I liked being in charge (in so many words). Orignally, she had me down for a part-time position, but I told her I was looking for full-time. I'm guessing that really ruined my chances, since the other ladies I imagine were looking for the same, but oh well.
Like my mother said though, I really need to find one soon because evacuees will be looking for jobs up here now. Girl 1 is living with her parents and will be here for a while, and Woman is trying to find housing and to enroll her daughter in school. Dang Katrina. Guess I'll go back to JobList site...

I really can't get enough of these dumb surveys.

Age of first kiss: 12.
Band you are listening to right now: Lifehouse.
Crush: I have none - it's sad.
Dad's name: Steve.
Easiest person to talk to: I'm not sure.
Favorite ice cream: Moose Tracks.
Gummy worms or gummy bears: Worms.
Hometown: Mobile.
Instruments: Piano.
Junior high school: Cottage Hill.
Kids: I want some.
Longest car ride ever: I'm not sure. Some of them seem to go by slowly because of boredom.
Mom's name: Pam.
Nicknames: Rach, REW.
One wish: To be forever happy.
Phobia: Nothing that actually fits the DSM for a phobia.
Quote: We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit.
Reason to smile: A dirty joke. Or that Hardees commercial where the guy can't undo the twist-tie. Or seeing someone trip and quickly look around to see if anyone noticed.
Song you sang last: Amazing Grace.
Time you woke up today: 11:30 maybe?
Unknown fact about me: I kept a boy journal when I was younger.
Vegetables you hate: It'd be easier to list the ones I like.
Worst habit: Popping my neck. Or saying "like."
X-rays you've had: My teeth.
Years since you've been to church: Only about a month.
Zodiac sign: Virgo. Only 6 more days... woohoo!!!!!

Three Names You Go By
1. Rachel.
2. Rach.
3. REW.

Three Parts Of Your Heritage
1. Dutch.
2. Native American.
3. African (or at least my butt says so).

Three Things That Scare You
1. Free falling.
2. The thought of someone breaking into my apartment.
3. Dirty Mexicans at night.

Three Of Your Everyday Essentials
1. Chapstick.
2. Deoderant.
3. Sass.

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now
1. Wifebeater.
2. Bra.
3. Pink shorts.

Three Of Your Favorite Bands Or Musical Artists (Today)
1. Angie Aparo.
2. O.A.R.
3. Live.

Three Of Your Favorite Songs (Today)
1. "Nora" - Blessid Union of Souls.
2. "Sittin' at a Bar" - Rehab.
3. "Everything" - Lifehouse.

Three Things You Want In A Relationship (Other Than Real Love)
1. Humor.
2. Fun.
3. To feel like I'm the most amazing thing he's ever experienced.

Two Truths And A Lie
1. I have a mole on my stomach named Fred.
2. My new favorite show is Seinfeld.
3. I love cats.

Three Physical Things About The Opposite Sex That Appeal To You
1. Blue eyes.
2. Great teeth.
3. Dark hair.

Three Of Your Favorite Hobbies
1. Hanging out at Rhythm & Brews.
2. Sneezing.
3. Being sarcastic.

Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now
1. Be employed.
2. Get motivated enough to put my dishes in the dishwasher (now is that lazy or what?).
3. Dance and sing.

Three Places You Want To Go On Vacation
1. Scotland.
2. Russia.
3. Spain.

Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die
1. Get married.
2. Learn to play the cello.
3. Have kids.

What a boring day. I cleaned under my sink, which was actually fun and exciting for me. I found my nail polish remover, so yay. I did a load, mainly of sheets and towels. I spent a lot of time online too, but nothing was especially great.
Then I went to WalMart. Now, I like WalMart. A lot. I like perusing the aisles and finding cheap crap stuff. Tonight, I was in no mood for that, as I had 2 hours until LB. I knew it wouldn't take me that long, but still. I ended up standing in line for about 25 minutes though. 25 minutes. There were I think 6 regular lines open and the same number of speedy check-outs. I looked at some magazines and chatted with the woman in front of me about how that really IS the worst WM in the country. She's literally been to WalMarts all over the country, and ours is the slowest, dirtiest, and generally crappiest ever. It was terrible. I would go to the Northport one, but I live so close to this one. The only good thing was that Jeff got to see me. Meanwhile, while in line, I saw some little things that had your name on it. You know what name I saw? Tevin. Tevin. What kind of name is that? And why are we personalizing things with it? I know no Tevins. I would have been pissed had there not been a Rachel, but luckily I saw a pad of paper with that on it. Tevin.

I'm tired and lazy, so this is going to be short. Friday night, Amanda and I went to Ken's to eat (nope, our sign was not up), then hit the nearby fun place. There were lots of friends there, so it was a good time. Laura came out at midnight with Steven and some girls, but they didn't stay too long. A and I hung out with the winner of the booty-shakin' contest and his friends afterwards, then went to bed.
Saturday, we went to Laura's whenever we got ready and ate. A and I went to meet her parents for a bit, then we hung out with the folks from the previous night where they were tailgating. Bama beat MTSU - Roll Tide. The Strip followed, then we took some boys home and went home ourselves.
Today, I've done nothing. I had taken a shower the night before, so I've been lounging around. I finally changed into real clothes around 5:15 and brushed my teeth. Now I just need to find something to eat and my day will be complete.