the downside to easy money
so at the recommendation of a friend (hi, dolphin) i started doing these online surveys that supposedly pay you for your opinion. i got lucky in the beginning in that i qualified for two separate $10-a-pop surveys! nice! after completing the surveys and being linked back to their main site, i noticed there was a previously unnoticed $2 survey waiting for me. call me greedy jones, but it was just looking at me, grinning. i should have known it was put there by the devil since it just seemingly appeared from thin air.
this $2 survey required me to go to one of those car-insurance-quote-company websites and enter my information. fine, i'll take a look, say "nah, i'm satisfied with mine" and rub those free two dollar bills all over me. i blinked myself awake from the idea of wearing dollar bills as a shirt, filled in my info and hit "send". almost immediately, digsby alerted me to a new email. then another. then five more. all insurance offers. i opened a few of them, all offering me basic insurance for astronomical dollars. delete. delete. then my phone rings. private number. i answer in my "hello-i-know-you-and-talk-to-you-every-day" voice since i know only one person who calls me with that private number (hi again). turns out, it's not a favorite dolphin of mine, but an insurance agent. on a saturday. asking about comprehensive and liability... and... personal injury... and some fractions or something. i instantly feel bad because this dude is working on a saturday and i am at home in my underwear making twos of dollars by clicking buttons.
so i answer a couple questions and he says he will get to work getting me new offers. i thank him, hoping my voice doesn't give away my non-intentions. less than 10 minutes later, another call. i'm pretty sure i can't outright tell him that i am completely disinterested in new insurance, so i listen and fake interest. it's now 10 p.m. and i am STILL getting emails. these are going to be the most earned two dollars ever.
3 p.m. crash
so today, my lifelong dream of getting in a fistfight aaaaaalmost came true. so close! i actually ran down the stairs at one point, blood boiling, to tell these teenaged fuckers to stop parking in our reserved spaces, but they literally ducked into the house next door. i swear to god i would have had no problem punching some teeth out today. do i have anger issues? maybe. i just can't stand disrespectful bastard teenaged kids who drive enormous cars and can't read no-parking signs. well, there's always tomorrow.
quick happening of the day: we had a major hurricane-force storm which i had the privilege of driving through. this lasted all of 10 minutes, but two major stoplights went out (one at a 5-way stop) and my exit was blocked off by police which was very confusing because he was only blocking half the road and i wasn't sure if i was allowed to pass. i voted against looking like a giggling idiot and turned around. also there were three accidents, then... sunny! crazy!
the other thing was that i found the yoga channel on the on-demand! man, i am addicted to this cable. i'm hoping that maybe these stretches and whatnot will keep me awake so i am not literally collapsing at my desk around 3 p.m. everyday. maybe i should start choking down some coffee. yeah, i don't have much to say today. but wanted to play with the flower removal.
memorial day
today is may 26th which means two things.
- firstly, toady is memorial day. a day that my brother, his girlfriend and i celebrated by watching glory and eating grilled food at my mom's house. it was a pretty incredible and inspiring movie and it didn't hurt that it starred a circa-1989-denzel-washington. was disappointed that my camera wasn't there and i kicked ass at beanbag toss. got to see my adorable grama and had a chance to make a fruit salad for someone other than just myself.
- thing the second is that in exactly 5 months i will be 29 years old. depressing and kindof cool all at the same time. more depressing than cool i guess, but at least not just totally depressing because that would be... well, purely depressing. and at least i'm not going on 39. because that would be depressing. although i am afraid to think of where i will be at 38 if only from the predictions i had had for myself at 28 when i was 18. hopefully my goal of confusion by using numbers ending in 8 and 9 and the word "depressing" has worked on you, dear reader.
so i have 4 months and 30 days to become that totally different person i am supposed to have become during this cycle of seven years. ooh, ooh, i hope this new me has a stronger back because i'll tell you, this last bout of spasms has been a lot of no fun. at least the backpain has given me a better understanding of why advil is candy-coated. i've been downing them like skittles and they do next to nothing for the pain. also i'm sure the beanbag toss marathon didn't help matters at all. seriously though, i am trying. i'm trying to have a more positive outlook and i guess its just hard when you become so used to living in this sense of negative gloom. one silly relationship after another. all of them ending because of me. things i do, things i say. ways i act. ways i don't know how to act. on paper, i am a great catch. i guess life does exist outside of paper, though. too bad.
redhead for a day
well... maybe four days. i would add a decent picture, but i seem to have lost my
camera for real this time. But here is a shot right before the re-dye taken from my
camera-phone: 
. And yes,
that is my amazingly adorable mint green bathroom wall behind me. I got some interesting
attention in those four days, and since i am a girl who doesn't really like ANY attention
whatsoever, that became a factor in my decision to blend back into society via natural haircolor.
so, yeah, anyway, i did some rudimentary google searches on "redying hair after just four days"
and "massive hair disasters" to gauge just how quickly i should expect my hair to start falling
out in clumps to rival those coming from Dempsey 
lately, but after not finding
anything worded strongly enough to scare me, i crossed my fingers and put on the plastic gloves. anyway... funny thing i learned
is when i say "more soon..." i never actually update it until i completely lose interest. so the moral of the story is
my hair color is now dark brown, still reddish in the sun, my mom doesn't like it but nothing new there. the end. i like it.