So, between working on Feminist Essays, Functionalist Essays, and trying to work out how AI is philosophically possible (because you know if Turing can't do it, then I'm sure a class full of mediocre twenty year old philosophy students can do it..) I also started work at Safeway and developed an addiction to Mario Cart that relaxes me enough at night to get all of the 4 hours of sleep that I've been running on. Yup.
Um.. Safeway. I'm not sure that I can really do this job. I mean, physically I can lift tonnes of grapes and boxes of cereal and whatnot, but.. um.. 8 hours of stocking various types of chips? By myself? I have enough problems to keep me busy for 8 hours, but if I can't talk to anyone? It's like the Zen of Stocking Shelves. You need to actually pace OUT the things that you want to think about, because if you think about too many things, you run out, then you start singing the Simon and Garfunkle tune thats on the radio and observing what exactly makes Buffalo Wing Chips taste like chicken and spice. It's horrible. Given, it's a good amount of money and I've been using handsoap to shave my legs, so I know I'll stick with it. But I'm going to have to carry a book of riddles or something. Or drink a lot prior.
Jared's big concert is this weekend and I get to meet his parents.. Yikes! I mean, I'm excited, but nervous. I hope they like me.. Eew. I sound like a pansy. But I'm still nervous. And they invited me to Easter dinner in Calgary. *deep breath* Yay! Hopefully they don't revoke when they meet me. *snort*
Alright - back to work on the essay. But before I go.. does anybody find it odd that Heather Mills, the one legged McCartney ex is on Dancing with the Stars? C'mon... that's weird.
Um.. Safeway. I'm not sure that I can really do this job. I mean, physically I can lift tonnes of grapes and boxes of cereal and whatnot, but.. um.. 8 hours of stocking various types of chips? By myself? I have enough problems to keep me busy for 8 hours, but if I can't talk to anyone? It's like the Zen of Stocking Shelves. You need to actually pace OUT the things that you want to think about, because if you think about too many things, you run out, then you start singing the Simon and Garfunkle tune thats on the radio and observing what exactly makes Buffalo Wing Chips taste like chicken and spice. It's horrible. Given, it's a good amount of money and I've been using handsoap to shave my legs, so I know I'll stick with it. But I'm going to have to carry a book of riddles or something. Or drink a lot prior.
Jared's big concert is this weekend and I get to meet his parents.. Yikes! I mean, I'm excited, but nervous. I hope they like me.. Eew. I sound like a pansy. But I'm still nervous. And they invited me to Easter dinner in Calgary. *deep breath* Yay! Hopefully they don't revoke when they meet me. *snort*
Alright - back to work on the essay. But before I go.. does anybody find it odd that Heather Mills, the one legged McCartney ex is on Dancing with the Stars? C'mon... that's weird.
1 comment:
I have heard that you can actually place a bet on whether her leg falls off during a dance number. Too weird!!! Makes me worried that we just may have to much time on our hands and not enough to think about. M xoxo
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