I'm Late~Thursday Thirteen #6

Thirteen Things about Anias Nin

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Randomness (as per the usual)
1. Last night, after talking to a friend of mine named Marcy, I dropped my cell phone into my coffe cup. The only problem was that there was still coffee in it. See, I have normally in the mornings, two coffee cups by me on the side table. One, the smaller one, is always empty. This is the one I put my handful of meds in that I have to take every morning. After I take my meds, I plug in my cell and drop it into the little coffee cup where the meds were. This makes it easy for me to find. (At night, I unplug it and take it into my bedroom and put it on my nightstand just in case there is an emergency in the middle of the night. I'm a creature of routine. What can I say?) In addition to the smaller coffee cup I have on the side table, I have my large coffee cup in which goes my coffee. I usually take it to the kitchen after I'm done with it, but for some reason I didn't yesterday so by the time evening came, my half-empty coffee cup with stone cold, stale cofffee in it, was still sitting on the side table beside my bigcomfychair. Marcy called me and after we hung up, I dropped it into the coffee cup thinking it was the smaller one. Murphy's Law. It's a $300.00 phone (I got it for $50.00 dollars, though. Y'all didn't think I'd really pay $300.00 dollars for a phone did you?). Oy.

It was only in the coffee for a few seconds, but it was enough to kind of freak me out. I took my phone apart and wiped it down really well and then I kept shaking it to try to get the coffee out of the parts I couldn't reach to dry. What worried me is that, even though I shook it for a good while, coffee still kept coming out of it in droplets. I could feel it on my hand and sometimes they would hit my face. After the endless wiping and shaking, I called Sally to make sure that it was still working. It was, but it smelled really strongly of Maxwell House Original Roast and Toffee Almond creamer. This morning, it still does.

2. Speaking of dousing things in coffee, a few years ago, right after I had bought my first brand-spankin' new Sony Vaio laptop, I knocked my coffee right over onto the hard-drive. That was fun. I called another friend of mine, Marcia, whose father builds computers for a living, to see if he could fix it for me. I was panicked and in tears. I never thought I would cry over something like spilling coffee on a technological thingy. This was the first indication that I was addicted to my computer. I had to buy a new hard-drive for it and from then on it worked fine with only a few little kinks here and there. Marcia's dad said that the motherboard wasn't damaged, but now that I think about it, I'm not so sure it wasn't just a bit. It did some pretty odd things after the coffee incident. Maybe it was just getting back at me for the indecency of the coffee-spilling.

3. Last week, I went to see the movie The Fountain with Sally, Tanya and our new friend Ryan. On the way there, we stopped at a gas station to get our contraband. That's what we call the snacks we sneak into the theater. None of us can afford to pay for a movie and pay the exorbitant amounts for snacks they charge in the theater. A funny thing happened as I was paying for my purchases at the register: Unthinkingly, I handed the cashier my Shell card to pay for my snacks. (It was a Phillips 66 station.) What's even funnier is that the cashier ran my card 6 or 7 times with a look on his face of total bewilderment that the card wouldn't go through. Out of my haze, I finally happened to look at the little logo on his company shirt: Phillips 66. I covered my face with my hands and said, embarrassed, "This is not a Shell station is it?" The cashier, still in a state of befuddlement, looked at me surprised and said slowly, "No...it's not." It took him a moment, but he eventually turned my card over and saw that it was not a Phillips 66 card, but a Shell card. He then said, like he'd just discovered electricity, "So that's why the card wouldn't go through!" I yanked my card out of his hand and thrust my Phillips one into it's place all the while listening to Sally, Tanya and Ryan hurt themselves laughing so hard at my "blonde moment". As we were walking out Tanya said still giggling uncontrollably, "Thanks for being this evening's entertainment!" I think my face was some previously unknown shade of crimson.

I'm going to have to finish this later. I woke up with one of my famous (infamous) headaches and it's getting to where I can't concentrate and my vision is going blurry, so I think I should lay down for awhile and see if it subsides.

I'm awake now after having dosed myself a good one with some migraine meds. I'm still really loopy, so...ummm...be prepared. Fair warning and all.

4. Last night, I dreamt that I was 15 again, which is not unusual in itself I don't think, but I was playing tennis (I don't play tennis.) in the dress I wore when I won Miss Dallas County the year that I turned 15, except the dress wasn't exactly the same. It was a skirt with pasties a la Lil' Kim at the Grammy's a few years ago when she got felt up by Diana Ross? Except I had both of my pasties exposed. And what's even stranger is that I guess I had had someone videotape it because in my dream, at one point, I was watching myself play in my skirt and pasties with a couple of other people. I don't know who they were, though.

I guess thoughts of my former stripping career still bang around in my subconcious. You know what they say: You can take the stripper out of the bar.....

5. My absolutely favorite artist is Tori Amos. I have 8 hours and 23 minutes total of her recordings, which I listen to almost every day (Not all of it every day but some days I do listen to all eight hours of it. I need my fix.). I've only seen her once and let me tell you, she was amazing. I try to tell myself that I'm not one of those freaky fans, but luckily (or not), my friends are always there to slap me with a reality check. The last Tori Amos cd I bought was Tales of a Librarian, which is a bit like a "greatest hits" thing, but it has some new songs on it and some live versions of other songs that I haven't heard before and some new remixes of other songs. Sally and Tanya were with me when I bought it. Tanya: "God! You have everything that she's ever made!" Me: " Shut up. I do not."

6. The other night, I pulled a black hair out of my neck (My hair is red or at least part of it is still red, the other part is white. When I'm late to color my new growth, that is.). Oy. Menopause here I come. I already have twin black hairs that grow out of my cheeks. One on each side. Sally and Tanya call them my "whiskers". (thanks) I pluck them every so often, but the damn things keep growing back. I hope I don't wind up with a beard. Well, if I do grow a beard, at least I could run away and join the circus like my grandmother did. She wasn't the bearded lady, though. She was a hoochie-coochie dancer. (Stripping runs in my family I guess.)

7. I got a new modem this week from Hughes Net. I have to have satellite internet out here where I live because I live in B.F.E. and we can't get cable or DSL internet service out here. (I also have another satellite from Directv for the cable since we can't even get local stations without the satellite.) What's really messed up is that right across the main road, which is about 5 blocks from my house, the little incorporated city there has access to the city cable and DSL internet service.
The man from SatPro came out here to install it. When he first called to say he was on his way I was nervous, because Dad had already left for his nightly outing so I was here by myself. I really don't like to be anywhere alone with a man I don't know. A fear I've learned after being raped 4 times. I really wanted the new modem, since my other was was being outmoded by Hughes Net, so I put on my big-girl-panties and resolved to at least not show my fear. I wound up talking a mile a minute to him, telling him all sorts of things to make him laugh. He did laugh. A lot. I was hoping to seem at ease and to keep him distracted in case he had some other nefarious intentions in mind. I feel like I took a step out of my fear this week, at least for a few hours. I faced it and came through on the other side unscathed. I feel kind of proud of myself for that.

8. I never thought I would come to this place, but I have to admit that I am a newly dedicated fan of Dr. Who. I watch it every Friday night. I'm watching it now and finishing this during commercials. The older I get, the more I seem to like sci-fi stuff. When I was younger, I was a big fan of horror movies. I still like them, but now, I'm more picky about the ones I watch. Zombie movies are a definite yes. Any of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies? Nonononononono. I saw the remake of the first one with my friend, Ashley, and it still freaks me out when I think about it. For weeks after I saw it when anyone would mention it, the only thing I could say was, "That chick pulled a .357 magnum out of her vagina! What the hell?!", which is exactly what I shouted during the movie during that scene. Ashley called me when the "prequel" to the remake of the original came out to see if I wanted to go with her and her sister to see it. I responded, probably in a louder, more panicked voice than I should have, "I'm not seeing another one of those damn movies again. That chick pulled a gun out of her vagina in the first movie! What's going to happen in this one? No. Hell no." Ashley said, laughing, "It's not going to be that scary. You're a big wuss." A few hours later, I got another call from her telling me that she had to leave the theater in the middle of the movie (because of the gore) because she thought she was going to vomit and when she got down to the bottom of the stairs (stadium seating), she thought she was not going to make it to the bathroom because everything was going black. She said she thought she was going to pass out and throw up at the same time. I didn't say "I told you so".

9. Practically everyone in my subdivision already has their Christmas lights up. I have some lights, but they're not outdoor lights. The one year I put them up, I stapled them to the insides of the window sills with a staple gun. (I tried to use tape first, but that was a catastrophe and I frustrated myself right into one of my headaches.) I can't decide if I want to put my tree up this year. It's only like 4-feet tall. It looks pretty when it's decorated, though. If I do say so myself.
When I put all the decorations on my tree, it looks just like one of those little pre-decorated trees that you can buy in a specialty Christmas store. I've been thinking about doing it as a business. I'm still thinking about it. I've got to find out what's causing my headaches first. I'm getting about 4 a week now. The one I had earlier is starting to come back on me even though I took 800mg of ibuprofen about an hour ago. I can't make any kind of long-term committments with these headaches like they are now.

10. In addition to black hairs growing out of my face (I was going to say "out of strange places on my face, but just the fact that I have hair growing out of my face at all is strange.) I'm also getting hot flashes. I'm 36. Do hot flashes start that early? It could be my blood sugar, though. I tend to get hot flashes and sweat a lot when my blood sugar is low. Isn't that appealing? Sexy? (I'm hearing the voice of Austin Powers in my head right now, "Does that make you horny baby?" *insert bad English accent here*)

I've got to stop here. Again. My headache is back. Dammit. At least I've only got three more to go. I think I'm the only person who takes all freakin' day to write their Thursday Thirteen's. If anyone else is like me and takes forever to do your TTs, let me know. It would make me feel better. Not so brain dead. We could be something like "The Lazy Thursday Thirteen Bunch". You know, kind of like The Brady Bunch only we'd take way longer to solve Jan's self-esteem problem.

Alright, it is now Saturday and I feel like the laziest blogger on the face of the earth. I'm going to finish this up today. That's my goal. I didn't wake up with one of my headaches today, so maybe that's a good omen. Hopefully, that means it's going to be a pain-free day.

11. I found a new way to freak my cats out and, at the same time, add a little humor to my day. The other day, when I was at the grocery store, I decided to buy coffee beans instead of coffee grounds. Freshly ground coffee beans always taste better to me than coffee grounds which have been sitting in a can or a bag for who knows how long. That's not to say I don't buy them. I do. On quite a regular basis.

So, this morning, I opened my new bag of Snickerdoodle-flavored coffee beans and searched around my kitchen cabinets until I found my little coffee grinder. I poured out a little of the beans in the bowl (which conveniently becomes the top of the grinder. I'm easily amused.), set the little button to what kind of grind I wanted and, lastly, pushed the big button to start the process. The minute I did, I noticed that my youngest male cat, Mija, who was sitting on the side of the kitchen sink, crouched his body down like he thought he was going to be attacked, laid his ears back and the pupils of his eyes got really big. So big, in fact, that I couldn't see the irises. This all took just a few seconds, then he made this incredibly huge jump from the kitchen all the way to the living room. I've never seen him jump that far. Then, when he landed on the carpet, I suppose he felt safe from that thing thatdreadfulloudthingmommmiewasusing to turn around and give me a look of utter betrayal. It was completely hysterical. It's so good to laugh first thing in the morning. It makes for a great day for me. I know it sounds like I was being mean to them, but really, they're all ok. As a matter of fact, all four of them are sleeping right now in various places around me. So, I guess no grudges are being held for my using of the awful coffee grinder.

12. Remember the situation I wrote about several days/weeks ago (my memory=shot) about the twat in Financial Aid who made a huge mistake which cost me my entire Pell Grant? Well, I turned in an appeal letter and explained to the FA appeal board what had happened and how she made that mistake. I also told them how badly she had treated me, so badly in fact, that she triggered me into one of my previously un-remembered childhood abuse memories. On the generic form that I had to turn in with my appeal letter it said that there was a 2-4 week response time for the appeal board to review and give a decision one way or the other.

It's been 7 weeks. I've been counting.

I called on the 5th week to find out what was going on and was transferred to my FA advisor (This is the same one who screwed me over. Didn't really want to talk to her particularly.) I asked her what was going on since it was the 5th week and the letter said a 2-4 week response time. She, predictably didn't give me any answers. As a matter of fact, the extent of her answers were limited to one-word responses. Let me tell you something, I have never wanted to bitch slap someone so bad in my entire life. Y'all know she deserves it. Now I'm wondering if she even turned my appeal letter in to the appeal board. See, on the day I went to the FA office to turn my letter in, she was the only one working the desk, so I had to turn it in to her. I may be swimming in the paranoia waters again, but am I really being paranoid? I pretty much vilified her in my letter (I didn't curse. I just want y'all to know that. I was very professional, but I was very angry.) Is it paranoia to think that she might have read it and decided not to turn it in?

There but for the grace of God goes the un-slapped bitch slap.

13. I think I'm really going to like the Poetry Thursday thing I joined. I just took a look at a few blogs on Thursday that were linked to the Poetry Thursday site and I was just blown away by the great poetry. I've been writing poetry since 1984 (I was 14 that year. I'm old. I know. I feel it.). I also got a bit of good feedback on my first poem from some of the other participants of Poetry Thursday. I'm sitting here thinking now that I can't wait for the next one to come around so that I can post mine and read the others. It's kind of a weird feeling. I don't look forward to very much. At least not in the last few years. I mean, I used to look forward to shopping, but when I was in that "shopping mode", I maxed out all my credit cards and now I can pay on them. So, I don't think that was a very healthy thing for me to do. I think now, in retrospect, that I was being a bit manic with the shopping. (I think I have over 100 pairs of shoes. I buy them when I'm depressed, because when nothing else fits, shoes always do. I'm depressed a lot, consequently the outrageous number.) On the contrary, however, Poetry Thursday is something I think that will be healthy for me. It doesn't cost me anything money-wise, which is good since I don't have any. I haven't been very regular with my poetry writing for many years. I would like to get back in the habit of it. Hopefully Poetry Thursday will help me with that goal.

Wow, I finished and without the damn headache. I don't even feel a touch of one coming on. Yay me.



Blogger madd said...

Anias..first of all I really wanted to tell you how much I love the look of your site..it is stiking and quite beautiful..it has all the elements I like. As for the coffee and techno incedents..if it weren't for my son being a technocrat I would be sunk..I'm hopeless in most of those areas..I can handle what I do but if anything else pops up..he gets a 911 techno call..:)So as far as I am concerned that's pretty much a regular occurence for me..hhhmmm maybe i's just me being clumsy??..nay! I have to tell ya I was laughing as I read the gas station bit..that was really funny as I have done the same thing with shell/texico when they split this past year..I probably matched your shade or even tried the next shade of red that was a bit deeper..and being a blonde ..well you can imagine all the usual dunb blonde jokes..lol..take care and stop by any time..see you at Poetry Thursday..m

December 01, 2006 4:29 PM  
Blogger amy said...

U cant wait to read the rest of your random 13. Im sorry about your cell phone..I dropped mine in the toilet one time and tried to hide the fact that i did it..got caught

December 01, 2006 4:42 PM  
Blogger Anias Nin said...

madd: Thanks so much for the compliment on my site. I really appreciate that. I worked really hard on it.

amy: I'll be finishing the rest of my Thursday Thirteen today, so come back and see what kind of randomness comes out of my head. :)

December 01, 2006 6:26 PM  
Anonymous Kelli said...

I hope that you are feeling better soon! You have a great list of random thoughts here....I did the same! Will try to check back when you have had time to finish! Have a great weekend!

December 01, 2006 7:44 PM  
Blogger Ayatollah Mugsy said...

Having a beard isn't so bad ...

December 02, 2006 12:04 PM  
Blogger Anias Nin said...

Well, yeah, if you're a guy.

December 02, 2006 1:17 PM  

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