My life is too boring for this but...

*Sigh* I really shouldn't do this one, because I don't have that many unbelievable/interesting things on my roster, but here goes.

One is not true. Four are. You guess.

1. I have a tatoo on my butt of a dragonfly.

2. I have been hit on by a professional football player.

3. I have cracked a rib by coughing.

4. I have been mistaken for a boy.

5. I lost my virginity in middle of a video store, in view of the front windows with a Nick Carter lookalike.

That's No Way To Break A Heart

I'm boooooored. Severly bored. I have 1 hour and 10 minutes till closing time, and we've made $191 so far. Considering last Saturday by 50 minutes ago we had made $800, you can tell there's not much been going on.

Heck, I actually got to sit down and watch almost all of Stargate SG-1 this afternoon. That's how slow it's been in the store. (And I had the realization that Jack is a slightly more jaded Han Solo. I have the sudden urge to write something crossoverish for the two of them.)

***

Let's see, school has been overwhelmingly boring this semester. I hate online classes that just don't appeal to my intellect. Even though American Government was hard, it was interesting.

Luckily there's one interesting project for one of my classes. We're required to watch one of two movies and write a report on how the officers abused their positions and broke the ethical code.

Our choices: L.A. Confidential or Training Day.

I've seen both. I own LAC. I adore TD. So it's a matter of choosing. I'm leaning toward TD, even though I know most everyone else will be doing it, just because of Denzel. He was incredible.

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My landlords are getting on my nerves about something. An overwhelmingly stupid something.

The monthly newsletter this month had a "reminder" to tenants that if anyone has curtains up, they must have white lining so that there's a nice "uniform" look to the property.

First off, the only way curtains can be seen is if the blinds are open or pulled up. Second, the uniform look only applies to areas that are seen. Apartments facing trees and woods don't need a uniform look since no one is looking at them. Third, it's not in the lease. That gets on my nerves the most. It's not in the lease. I never knew about it until they fussed at me about my curtains a while back (yet never bothered to "officially" ask me to put up new curtains - most likely because I'm on the back).

But I still take this as a dig at me. I'm on the second floor on the back, facing trees. No one is looking at my windows. Yet I'm going to have to go out and buy new curtains because they failed to inform anyone of a rule? I wanted new curtains, but they're not budgeted for this month. I'm having surgery on Monday. That's in the budget. I may need new jeans because the unripped pair are getting worn. That may have to be swung in the next few weeks. But curtains are not an option.

I'm thinking they're going to have to send me a letter first. Once they send me a letter (about frickin' curtains) I'll see what to do, but until then, if they won't enforce it by contacting me personally, I'm not dealing with it.

Turning Japanese

My boredom has it interesting levels. I've resorted to playing the Romy & Michelle's High School Reunion soundtrack loudly while dancing around the store as if I were in an 80s Molly Ringwald movie.

It also makes me realize there is no dignified or sexy way to dance to 80s music. It's all about bopping sillily and doing the pony.

"Do the pony. Do the pony. Do the pony."