grocery adventures

So the last few days my eyebrows have veered into dangerous Manbrow territory, which in turn causes me to become neurotic and convinced I look like John Belushi (which, by the end of the day today, I think was a possibility), all because of my cat Molly. The connection isn't initially clear, but trust me, this is all her fault. The other day I was being a cuddly catowner, scratching her behind the ear, when I discovered a big gross tick there! Big! And gross! I had to use the tweezers from my makeup bag to get rid of said tick, and after that the pair of tweezers was dead to me, or at least to my eyebrows, leaving me with no means of maintaining them and so my eyebrows grew to Manbrow proportions. I have gone to the store several times since The Tick Incident, but every time I would wander around the Beauty section thinking, "I know there was something I wanted here..." and leaving with something stupid, like new hair product or mascara, no tweezers.

But tonight! Tonight I finally remembered that I needed to buy new tweezers, and said remembering happened just before I left the house to pick up some stuff at the store for my parents, so I got tweezers! And no longer have Manbrows. But! While I was at the store!

( what's more interesting than the grocery store? a lot! but watch me blather on regardless )

sing, sing a song

Driving in to work this morning, I heard the Carpenters Christmas song – there's probably several, come to think of it, but it was the one that goes "Merry Christmas darling, Happy New Year too, etc etc" (love it!) – and spent the better part of today exercising my best impression of Mad Eye Moody's Constant Vigilance! because I knew the second it finished that it was one of Those Songs. You know, one of those songs my brain files away and puts on constant loop so that whenever I get too wrapped up in my work, instead of talking to myself like a crazy person (as I do when I'm frustrated), I will sing to myself like a crazy person (which I do when I'm either happily working or at the very least not in a murderous rage).

It's embarrassing! But I can't help it. I totally caught myself mid-song several times today.

Today at work I ran into two people from my department in the hallway on the other side of the building; I was going to lunch, they were walking somewhere with these two huge jars of water. I asked them why they had two huge jars of water, and they told me they'd picked up some goldfish. And I believed them! And said, "Oh my God, you got goldfish?" all excited, like a six-year-old (because I was excited! Who doesn't love goldfish?). They were, of course, kidding, and were bringing the water back to put the bouquets of flowers that I had seen delivered to the office earlier today. When will I stop being so gullible? When? When?

The annoying thing is how people always find it so funny, and thusly torture me with it often at the office. Again, I wish for coolness. If I were cool, I would not fall for stupid jokes that would cause people to laugh at me in a condescending, affectionate way, and I also probably wouldn't like the Carpenters enough to listen to their Christmas song all the way through, and so I wouldn't have it stuck in my head all day, causing me to burst into song at odd moments.

Whatev.

Troubling new development: I cannot for the life of me find my Outkast CD. See, for weeks it was half-stuck in my nightstand with a few other CDs, but then I decided that wasn't a good place for it and that it should be put away, and now I can't find it! Or any of the other CDs that were with it! Whatever those CDs were, I can't remember! It's especially annoying because tonight my father caught me hopping around singing, "If what they say is, nothing is forever, then what makes – then what makes – then what makes – then what makes – love the exceeeeptioooon" while I was waiting for my hot chocolate to be ready, and I ended up explaining to him at length how I wasn't crazy, that I was actually just singing this awesome song that he should really listen to, blah blah blah, and that I would play it for him later, and now I can't FIND the CD! Grr! Grr, I say! Grr!

So my new thing is that I think so many of my life issues would be solved if I: (a) got at least six and a half hours of sleep a night, and (b) exercised regularly. So I must start doing this! These are my December 4th resolutions. Because, seriously? My lateness is out of control. Why is it no matter what time I'm supposed to be at any job, I always always ALWAYS end up arriving late every morning by the very same margin (between seven and eleven minutes). Why do I do this? Why? I hate being late! I hate rushing! I hate walking in every morning with that icky crawling feeling in my stomach, positive today will be the day my supervisors will pull me aside to have A Talk. And then at the end of the day, I always stay late, because I don't want to cheat anyone, but I never stay the same number of minutes late I arrived – I always stay later, often much later. I must take steps to Stop the Lateness. Must!

And okay, so this is the most boring LJ entry ever. Shutting up now.