I have an addiction

to lists. I like having check-off lists, I make them all the time. However, my lists’ lists’ have lists [you still following me?]

Do I have a problem?

I’d write more, however I have a few check lists I need to work on. PEACE UP A-Town Down!!!

Quick 5 Second Dance Party!

I have a week off from school WOOT! Usually I am not this fond of not being in school, in fact, the two weeks between my summer semester and this fall semester about killed me with boredom. I can assure you the month long wait until my pre-cal class starts won’t.be.pretty. This time around though, I totally need the break. For now though, I will sit back and breathe a deep sigh of relief. No more BritLit, no more History, no more meaningless monotonous BCIS for a whole week! And get this, after this coming week, I’ll only have to deal with those classes twice more! This calls for another 5 second dance party!

iTunes, You Are the Bain of My Existence

As I recently stated [and most of you clearly already know] OCD is a big part of who I am. I have no qualms with it either, I believe it makes me a more eccentric and organized person. Unfortunately, iTunes mocks my OCD every waking second of the day.

I try to keep all incoming music as clean and neat as possible and I had been doing so well since importing all the music to the new computer. Not to mention my iPod is nearly a picture of perfection. All of my organization happiness was flushed down the proverbial porcelain [ok hold up, porcelain has an “a” in it? is it silent for the rest of you or do I just pronounce it incorrectly like a laundry list of other words?] toilet when for some unknown reason about a week ago iTunes erased my entire library. Apparently iTunes only backsup your libraries every time you update iTunes and the last time that happened was sometime in October which means hundreds almost thousands of songs and hours of my time were missing stolen from me and launched into the abyss and I have yet to be able to find those songs/files on my computer. Not to mention I have a ton of songs I had previously deleted creeping up again in a dark alley in my library as well as doubles of songs that I had already gotten rid of and mis-titled, album cover missing, incorrect genre, and wrongly categorized albums and songs staring me in the face taunting me.

To make matters worse, I can’t import anything from my iPod to the Tunes because of their ridiculous obsession of making everyone’s lives extra complicated fear of pirated music and their inability to make money off of everyone they encounter. Also, if I make a change to something in the Tunes, it doesn’t automatically change it in the Pod, you have to manually change it in both areas. My OCD never took extra time out of my life until iTunes entered into it. So the next time I’m bored out of my mind not busy [ha, what does not busy mean?] I have to go through every single song and fix it/delete it/finish entering the information in it all before updating my Tunes and saving my current Library.

Dear iTunes,

Oh and P.S. do you see what time it currently is as I type this? 1.30am. Yep, my body has yet again taken the belief that sleep is for the dead

A PSA For My Sanity

Okay peeps, lets gather around the campfire real quick for an important PSA before the holidays steal our lunch money sneak up on us any faster. There are a few tips I’d like to pass down to you from someone who stands fearless on the frontlines. You may want to take notes, there will be a pop-quiz after I’m done.

I am a naturally happy person, its terrifying to be this naturally happy but I do my best. As I walked skipped into my retail place of business today to begin my shift I was happy. As soon as I got through the doors though my skip turned more into a bad impression of a gangster walk as I looked around the store. The.place.was.a.mess. It was ridonk, for real. We’re not talking about a teeny mess, we’re talking the surrounding area had been quarantined off from the public and our store had been declared a national disaster before my shift even started. I am not even kidding you, transitioning from big boy to baby boy I seriously almost had a mental breakdown [thanks OCD!] and ran away to get a new hairstyle

So hear is my plea to all of you consumers out there PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY HAVE SOME MANNERS. If you change your mind about something, please don’t take it clear across the store and leave a baby girl pair of pants in big boy. I assure you a 12 month sized pair of glitter jeans will not be on your 10 year old son’s Christmas list this year. TRUST ME. Even if you’re too lazy busy to put the item back, at least bring it to us at the counter, it is a lot less frustrating for us to put them in the correct area than playing Where’s Waldo with our clothing.

Also, if you pick something up to look at it, at least attempt to fold it back. I know some of those folds are smarter than the average bear but I have faith that you can at least get close. Your attempt will always be better than crumpling it up on the side of the nicely clean, folded, stack of shirts you pulled it from [please don’t blame it on your children, some of you are sans the little buggers and still do this]. Added into this category is letting your terroristic sweet little child run rampant through our store pulling out everything that catches their eye to show to you. WATCH YOUR FREAKING KIDS. I don’t know about you, but my parents always made sure I was right there with them when shopping. A woman actually let her four kids run around our store like chickens with their heads cut off throwing stuff on the floor, ruining anything and everything they could get their hands on and all the while she calmly ignored them walked around the store shopping. Ma’am I don’t know if you know this or not, but our clothes actually like it better without your kids’ H1N1 infected hands all over them, lets not cause a plague now.

After I gained my consciousness composure from my slight freak out, I went straight to work and it took me three and a half hours, add another half hour for the dressing room. It felt sisyphean [Thanks Clash of the God’s for today’s word. I’ve been waiting to use it!] especially because even though we had minimal customers they all seemed to think that the store was theirs to trash. I don’t think I would have kept a good mental balance without the continuous singing motivational support from awesome folks like Hanson, Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers.

It is really sad the lack of manners in people, on a certain message board the following words are laughable, but I totally feel sorry for these people’s kids. Lord knows they aren’t learning manners by their parents, who are they going to learn from? Or have manners become extinct like Walkman cassette players and Original Pong? A tragic day indeed. So unless you want to hear about a disgruntled employee suddenly going maniacle on a busy weekend in a children’s store, try and clean up after yourself a bit.

Next on the chopping block ties into watching your children in public places. If your child is not responding to your authoritative statments, do not threaten them with going home or going to the car, or no candy/toys/etc unless you seriously plan to carry out such threats. This isn’t just a lesson for parents though, this is a lesson to all people in all walks of life ::cough cough OBAMA cough cough North Korea firing missles cough cough:: Let me see if I could make this simpler for everyone; put up or shut up, sh!t or get off the pot, put your money where your mouth is. If my required History classes have taught me anything, it is if you threaten someone but don’t follow through said threatenee tends to not respect you/listen to you/fear your future threats. And in the long run, whether we’re talking about children or communistic countries, we don’t want that to happen do we? Don’t let this happen to your child.

Oh and to try and prevent retailiation from angry parents, I know I don’t have children so I don’t know what you’re going through when trying to shop with a little one, but I also know when I do have mini-me’s, they will have manners. It may happen once, but I assure you it will never happen again. Now go ahead and laugh at me because I have no idea what I’m in for. I can take it.

Already?!?

Since when does November come so early in the year? I feel like this entire year has been put on fast forward and the batteries in the remote are dead so I can’t pause it, or play in regular time. I can’t believe it. Oh but I am so glad it is happening so fast, this semester won’t end soon enough. Y’all know my struggles in BritLit and my History class is a little challenging as well because I can’t tell what is necessary to know and what is just random “fun facts” he throws in there. Lord help me if I turn into a “fun fact” teacher, I know I have a strong chance of it.

Speaking of November, the minute the hand struck midnight Halloween night is the minute Christmas invaded threw up all over retail stores. People should seriously wear masks, I think Mr. Chrismtas has H1N1 because his mess is EVERYWHERE. People excited to sing carols, everyone talking about shopping for folks. This is directed to everyone, everywhere. Saygi duy Turkiye [roughly translated from Turkish to English to RESPECT THE TURKEY] Get it? Turkish? Hahaha The only thing I’m slightly excited for is decorating the tree and my premature excitment stems from the fact that my sister and mother were allergic to real trees so we always had a fake one. I LOVE real trees and last year was my first year with a real tree since I was like 3ish? I also already have my outside decorations planned due to my love obsession with Peanuts. I’m going to make Charlie Brown’s Christmas Tree:

and I saw an inflatable of Snoopy laying on his decorated house exactly like in the picture above. As soon as I can figure it out, I want to have the kids gathered around the tree singing too, but that may take a few more years of engineering before I get that up.

I don’t plan on making all of the characters, I don’t think I have the room for that, but maybe 4-5. Coming to a Christmas card near you!

My lack of excitement for Christmas could mostly be stemmed from the fact that my first name is a popular one for the Christmas carols, and since I can remember I get said carols sung to me almost every.single.time. they first find out my name, or Christmas time rolls around, as if I had never met someone as creative unimaginative as them. I have perfected my fake laugh over the years. What do you think?

So BACK OFF CHRISTMAS. Wait until after we celebrate the slaughter of American Indians thanks to the diseases brought over by the original pilgrims to America.