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tonight has been such a weird night!

First off, I sewed and sewed and sewed. I made a beanie hat for the baby (that was my special accomplishment!) and also the start of a matress cover/flat sheet for its bassinett - I'm not sure what you need, Rachel, so you'll have to let me know what I should do with it. Right now it looks like a 14"x34" pillowcase. :) I also fixed the tears in the seams of my black velvet shirt that I've given to goldbug, and put a zipper into a pair of pants I had that were just drawstring waist.

Then I went to work at midnight. It wasn't very busy, and it was a good half hour before I went on a run. The first pizza I delivered cost $18.34, and the guy gave me $25 and told me to keep the change. Who here can do math and tell me the amount of that tip? Yes, indeed - $6.66. *meep*

Then I did a delivery to Walker Tower. We always call first from the store to let the customer know we're coming, so they will come downstairs to meet us. As I was walking up to the doors, there were some people waiting outside, and a girl said, "That must be ours," so I stopped and looked at them. One of the guys said, "How about you tell the store that we beat you up and took your pizza, and we'll just give you a tip?" So I looked at the price of the pizza, which was about $11.75, and I said, "As long as you give me a $12 tip, we'll call it a deal." They groaned and moaned and then one of the guys asked me what was on the pizza, which was a clue to me that this wasn't really their pizza. So I told them (it was half mushroom) and they made more icky noises and one of the guys said, "One time we got these other people's pizza, and it had mushrooms and onion on it! Isn't that gross?" and I laughed at him and told him that it was one of my favorites. They continued to ask me if they could have the pizza but I started to make my way to the doors. One of the guys kind of followed me, bugging me, and finally I told him that he should just talk to Jenny (the name on the delivery) if he wanted to buy the pizza off of someone. So he looks inside at 2 girls sitting in the lobby of Walker and says, "They don't look like Jennys, looks like she's not here," but the girls got up and came towards us. They opened the door, and the guy said, "Are you Jenny?" and one of the girls looked startled and said, "Yess..." and the guy swore and went back outside. She looked at me quizzically and I told her that they were trying to buy her pizza off of me but that I told them they had to buy it off of her. She was against the idea, of course. ;)

Later, the computers at PJ's went dead for a few minutes. We lost a lot of orders and had to tell a lot of people who called that we couldn't get them pizza at the moment. There were a couple pizzas which were already in the oven, but we lost the information on them and we didn't know if they were pick-up, delivery, who they were for, anything. It was quite fun =P

I delivered an out-of-area delivery up on Sherry St. The directions just said "Sherry S", so I went out on Main and turned right on Sherry, figuring I'd look at the house numbers to see if I turned the right way or not. I found the right number and went up to the house, but it was very very dark. I rang the doorbell and waited a while, and nothing happened. I tried to open the screen door to knock, still nothing. So I went out to my car and thought a bit, and went the other way past Main to Sherry SOUTH. And yeah, the same numbers were there. So I probably accidentally woke up someone's grandma at 2am...

Turns out that the correct address was the house of someone I had aviation class with 2 years ago. He and a few of his friends were having a good ol' time drinking beer, and asked if I wanted one. I pondered for a second and said, "Sure," and sat and shot the breeze with him while drinking this beer. It felt so naughty, grin. But I only had one, and I didn't take it in the car with me or anything.

However, on my way back from that delivery, I sped up to catch a yellow light, didn't end up catching it and running through the red, and noticing that on the cross-street there was a nice little black and white police car which very quickly turned on its lights and turned to follow me. I knew I was screwed, so I pulled over and got out my registration, etc. The cop asked me if I got better tips by driving fast, and I said it didn't matter since I was returning to the store anyway. Then he said he wouldn't give me a ticket!! He just told me to slow down, that it wasn't worth the profit if I got in a wreck. I was very happy, and I really did drive better for the rest of the night. I think it was amusing that I had just downed a beer when that happened.

Then I delivered to someone who got their pizza for free for some reason, and got my current best tip ever - $10. Whee!

Krispy Kreme apparently has a deal with my Papa John's store that every now and then, we will trade them pizza for donuts. I don't know how much pizza we gave them tonight (I only know of one particular "large the works"), but we got 5 dozen assorted donuts in return. Yummmm. I got to take about 6-8 home and hopefully I will bring them to Sinus practice in the morning.

So I got off work and came home. I was here for about 5-10 minutes when there's a knock on the front door. Goldbug goes to check the peephole, and doesn't recognize who it is, so I look and I don't either - it's some random black guy in maybe his 30s. So I open the door a crack, and he asks if it's my car out in front of the apartment which had its lights on and was running. I say no, and he asks if we could be nice people and 'help a brother out'. He says he locked his keys in his car (which I assume was the other car out in front?) and needed a ride to "Donnie's", which was right around the corner, to get his spare key. Goldbug and I finally agree to help this guy out, although feeling weird about it, so together we go in my car and take this guy literally right around the corner to Donnie's. It's on Stinson, right next to the Sinclair. Who knows why this guy couldn't walk. He made weird comments, asking for pizza, telling us we were beautiful, wanting to know what we did for entertainment, etc. Anyway, we drop him off and Donnie's, and he asks us to wait for a bit. He goes up into this apartment, and shortly afterwards comes back down and talks to me, saying that Donnie is an ass and he (not Donnie) wants to leave but he thinks he should be a good samaritan and stay and take care of Donnie... and can we wait one more second? So he goes back up, and soon comes back and says he's going to stay. So finally goldbug and I drive back home, and we're here alive and not attacked by some weird guy. I probably would've driven off while he was in Donnie's apartment the first time if I wasn't afraid that he already knew where we lived. =P

So yeah, what a freaky night.

ahhahhahhahhahhhh

tonight has been such a weird night!

First off, I sewed and sewed and sewed. I made a beanie hat for the baby (that was my special accomplishment!) and also the start of a matress cover/flat sheet for its bassinett - I'm not sure what you need, Rachel, so you'll have to let me know what I should do with it. Right now it looks like a 14"x34" pillowcase. :) I also fixed the tears in the seams of my black velvet shirt that I've given to goldbug, and put a zipper into a pair of pants I had that were just drawstring waist.

Then I went to work at midnight. It wasn't very busy, and it was a good half hour before I went on a run. The first pizza I delivered cost $18.34, and the guy gave me $25 and told me to keep the change. Who here can do math and tell me the amount of that tip? Yes, indeed - $6.66. *meep*

Then I did a delivery to Walker Tower. We always call first from the store to let the customer know we're coming, so they will come downstairs to meet us. As I was walking up to the doors, there were some people waiting outside, and a girl said, "That must be ours," so I stopped and looked at them. One of the guys said, "How about you tell the store that we beat you up and took your pizza, and we'll just give you a tip?" So I looked at the price of the pizza, which was about $11.75, and I said, "As long as you give me a $12 tip, we'll call it a deal." They groaned and moaned and then one of the guys asked me what was on the pizza, which was a clue to me that this wasn't really their pizza. So I told them (it was half mushroom) and they made more icky noises and one of the guys said, "One time we got these other people's pizza, and it had mushrooms and onion on it! Isn't that gross?" and I laughed at him and told him that it was one of my favorites. They continued to ask me if they could have the pizza but I started to make my way to the doors. One of the guys kind of followed me, bugging me, and finally I told him that he should just talk to Jenny (the name on the delivery) if he wanted to buy the pizza off of someone. So he looks inside at 2 girls sitting in the lobby of Walker and says, "They don't look like Jennys, looks like she's not here," but the girls got up and came towards us. They opened the door, and the guy said, "Are you Jenny?" and one of the girls looked startled and said, "Yess..." and the guy swore and went back outside. She looked at me quizzically and I told her that they were trying to buy her pizza off of me but that I told them they had to buy it off of her. She was against the idea, of course. ;)

Later, the computers at PJ's went dead for a few minutes. We lost a lot of orders and had to tell a lot of people who called that we couldn't get them pizza at the moment. There were a couple pizzas which were already in the oven, but we lost the information on them and we didn't know if they were pick-up, delivery, who they were for, anything. It was quite fun =P

I delivered an out-of-area delivery up on Sherry St. The directions just said "Sherry S", so I went out on Main and turned right on Sherry, figuring I'd look at the house numbers to see if I turned the right way or not. I found the right number and went up to the house, but it was very very dark. I rang the doorbell and waited a while, and nothing happened. I tried to open the screen door to knock, still nothing. So I went out to my car and thought a bit, and went the other way past Main to Sherry SOUTH. And yeah, the same numbers were there. So I probably accidentally woke up someone's grandma at 2am...

Turns out that the correct address was the house of someone I had aviation class with 2 years ago. He and a few of his friends were having a good ol' time drinking beer, and asked if I wanted one. I pondered for a second and said, "Sure," and sat and shot the breeze with him while drinking this beer. It felt so naughty, grin. But I only had one, and I didn't take it in the car with me or anything.

However, on my way back from that delivery, I sped up to catch a yellow light, didn't end up catching it and running through the red, and noticing that on the cross-street there was a nice little black and white police car which very quickly turned on its lights and turned to follow me. I knew I was screwed, so I pulled over and got out my registration, etc. The cop asked me if I got better tips by driving fast, and I said it didn't matter since I was returning to the store anyway. Then he said he wouldn't give me a ticket!! He just told me to slow down, that it wasn't worth the profit if I got in a wreck. I was very happy, and I really did drive better for the rest of the night. I think it was amusing that I had just downed a beer when that happened.

Then I delivered to someone who got their pizza for free for some reason, and got my current best tip ever - $10. Whee!

Krispy Kreme apparently has a deal with my Papa John's store that every now and then, we will trade them pizza for donuts. I don't know how much pizza we gave them tonight (I only know of one particular "large the works"), but we got 5 dozen assorted donuts in return. Yummmm. I got to take about 6-8 home and hopefully I will bring them to Sinus practice in the morning.

So I got off work and came home. I was here for about 5-10 minutes when there's a knock on the front door. Goldbug goes to check the peephole, and doesn't recognize who it is, so I look and I don't either - it's some random black guy in maybe his 30s. So I open the door a crack, and he asks if it's my car out in front of the apartment which had its lights on and was running. I say no, and he asks if we could be nice people and 'help a brother out'. He says he locked his keys in his car (which I assume was the other car out in front?) and needed a ride to "Donnie's", which was right around the corner, to get his spare key. Goldbug and I finally agree to help this guy out, although feeling weird about it, so together we go in my car and take this guy literally right around the corner to Donnie's. It's on Stinson, right next to the Sinclair. Who knows why this guy couldn't walk. He made weird comments, asking for pizza, telling us we were beautiful, wanting to know what we did for entertainment, etc. Anyway, we drop him off and Donnie's, and he asks us to wait for a bit. He goes up into this apartment, and shortly afterwards comes back down and talks to me, saying that Donnie is an ass and he (not Donnie) wants to leave but he thinks he should be a good samaritan and stay and take care of Donnie... and can we wait one more second? So he goes back up, and soon comes back and says he's going to stay. So finally goldbug and I drive back home, and we're here alive and not attacked by some weird guy. I probably would've driven off while he was in Donnie's apartment the first time if I wasn't afraid that he already knew where we lived. =P

So yeah, what a freaky night.

one more thing

Oh, yeah.

Goldbug mentioned that she helped me wax my underarms today. What fun, eh? I actually thought it was really amusing that she had fun doing it. I thought she would think I was really weird for asking for help on just holding my skin taut, but she ended up doing most of the work. Heehee.

I was thinking up a long response to missderinger's livejournal question about sex, but it's too late at night to post it now. Maybe tomorrow.

I have a thin-crust 1/2 mushroom 1/2 pepperoni if anyone is interested.

My total food intake of the past 5 hours has been soley from that tip section of the food pyramid - y'know, the one you're not supposed to eat too much of.

one more thing

Oh, yeah.

Goldbug mentioned that she helped me wax my underarms today. What fun, eh? I actually thought it was really amusing that she had fun doing it. I thought she would think I was really weird for asking for help on just holding my skin taut, but she ended up doing most of the work. Heehee.

I was thinking up a long response to missderinger's livejournal question about sex, but it's too late at night to post it now. Maybe tomorrow.

I have a thin-crust 1/2 mushroom 1/2 pepperoni if anyone is interested.

My total food intake of the past 5 hours has been soley from that tip section of the food pyramid - y'know, the one you're not supposed to eat too much of.

strange night following, well, a strange night...

I had really strange dreams last night. I am struggling to put them in order, but I am missing major parts of continuity.

There was being in a video with Brittany Spears and a lot of sorority girls... the bikini I was supposed to wear was so heavily padded on top that I had trouble putting it on. And the girls kept playing practical jokes on me. Eventually I just left, but when I got to the subway station one of the girls and one of the guys came behind me with a gun and were going to force me into... something. However, when the train came, they got on first, and before I could get on it left the station. It started to stop and come back, but then continued on, so I yelled at the nearest official-looking guy that the girl on the train had a gun, etc etc. People seemed more confused than alarmed, though. Eventually the platform emptied out except for me, and then magically the girl reappeared behind me. She didn't have a gun though. She was just yelling at me. However, it turns out that far behind us, the guy had a gun, and he took a few shots but didn't hit me (or anyone). However, the police now knew about the event, and soon showed up (but not after Brittany did!). The same cop who didn't give me a ticket earlier that night in RL showed up and picked me up and put me in his car and asked me where I needed to go (I guess I magically got out of having to make a statement or anything). Wherever I told him it was, it was like the Happiness Hotel, only out in the woods somewhere.

So I go inside, and almost everyone that was associated with the Hotel was in there, about to film one of Chase's movies. There was a couch near the door, and Brendan was lying on it, and I crawled over there (still being rather catatonic about almost dying at the hands of sorority queens) and try to tell him that I almost was killed, etc. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, and then really kissed me and attempted to grope me, and quite surprised I pulled back and found out that it wasn't Brendan at all, it was Ben Kinney (who isn't associated with the Hotel) trying to play some kind of joke on me. I got really mad at him.

Then the rest of the people from the Hotel, including Brendan, returned - they were out buying candy. Jolly Ranchers, specifically. I was about to leave for work (pj's) and asked if I could take a bag of apple jolly ranchers with me. Turns out there was a bag of the small ones and also a bag of the long sticks. I chose the small ones and headed to work.

Heading to work involved moving to California, apparently, so I was driving down the highway in Sacramento, marvelling at all the new construction and stuff that had changed (if you've ever seen the opening credits to Futurama, the town looked like that). Then I was magically out of my car and walking around all this new stuff instead. There was a big above-ground swimming pool in my way, and a lot of bikini-clad girls were standing all around it, flanking this wimpy-looking guy holding some kind of award or placard and getting his picture taken. I assume he won some kind of thing that got him the attention of bikini girls. I needed to get around the swimming pool, so I just climed up on it and threaded my way through the girls to the other side. There was someone inviting these two hot guys to come stand with the girls, but to show why they weren't interested, the guys kissed. I liked that part ;)

So then I ended up in this sea of bikini-clad women on the ground, and it turns out that they were promoting a new item in home fitness - barbells shaped like dildos. For weightlifting, not... yeah. So they asked me to try one, but they gave me a 16lb one, and I couldn't do a bicep curl with it. So then some girl said she had a 4lb one, but that was still really difficult, and we looked and it was 8lbs instead. Finally someone had a 3lb pair (and they were decreasing in size just as in weight... so you can imagine...) and I did a few simple bicep curls (3 is fairly easy for me... I know I'm a wimp). So for my efforts, the announcer guy gave me a mug that said something like "Bikinis rock! Beer rocks! Cops, scram!" which I was very... happy to receive? *blink*

Then I noticed that the guy was wearing an OU t-shirt, and so was I, and the mug actually said, "Texas, scram!" at the bottom. He was walking the same way I was, so we walked along together, and he wasn't acting like too much of a rabid OU fan so we talked a bit. We got to his car first, and I was telling him goodbye and how cool it was to see someone from OU in California, when a family walked by with a teenaged girl wearing a Cope Cougars cheerleading uniform. I exclaimed at her, "Cope Middle School? In Bossier City, Louisiana?" and she said, "Yessss..." and I said, "I went to school there! I was a cheerleader!" and proceeded to tell her and her mom about the differences between my cheerleading uniform and hers.

Eventually, stricken with these weird coincidences, I ended up back in my car trying to drive home (which was on Bryant Ave., which was a street close to my old house in Edmond, OK, but in the dream I was driving around Rocklin, CA). I went too far on the freeway and ended up in Loomis instead, and took some highway exit I didn't recognize and ended up on a pitch black road with incredible hills and curves and almost crashed a lot. I would've flown off the road if it weren't for following the dim taillights ahead of me. Finally we ended up on Taylor Road, where there were stop signs but I was going too fast to stop for them and I just had to use massive maneuvering skills to not hit other cars.

Then I wasn't driving my car, I was piloting a space ship. I was in training with another, younger kid (think Ender) and we were practicing maneuvering stuff. He kept messing up, though. He even took an open box of donuts into zero-G, and they floated around and hit us and ended up messing us totally up and he got yelled at. Our instructor really liked him, but he couldn't tell that because he was a hardass. I returned to the "rec-room" area, where there was a group of people talking about the Ender-kid and our instructor. There were two boys in the group that I liked, one more than the other, and someone who was sitting next to the more-preferable boy got up - I started to go sit next to him, but the guy that I liked less (and liked me more) intercepted me and had me sit in front of him for a backrub. He wanted to calm me down after Enderboy's messup. We decided to go have some beer, but apparently instead that meant going to the kickboxing class that he taught. Which sucked, cuz I bought the beer, and it was Shiner Bach. :( And I kept getting plastic bags tangled in my legs during kickboxing.

I think that's all I remember. I will add extra stuff in comments if I remember it. Do you think it was the pizza/donut/beer combination before bed that gave me such weird dreams?

strange night following, well, a strange night...

I had really strange dreams last night. I am struggling to put them in order, but I am missing major parts of continuity.

There was being in a video with Brittany Spears and a lot of sorority girls... the bikini I was supposed to wear was so heavily padded on top that I had trouble putting it on. And the girls kept playing practical jokes on me. Eventually I just left, but when I got to the subway station one of the girls and one of the guys came behind me with a gun and were going to force me into... something. However, when the train came, they got on first, and before I could get on it left the station. It started to stop and come back, but then continued on, so I yelled at the nearest official-looking guy that the girl on the train had a gun, etc etc. People seemed more confused than alarmed, though. Eventually the platform emptied out except for me, and then magically the girl reappeared behind me. She didn't have a gun though. She was just yelling at me. However, it turns out that far behind us, the guy had a gun, and he took a few shots but didn't hit me (or anyone). However, the police now knew about the event, and soon showed up (but not after Brittany did!). The same cop who didn't give me a ticket earlier that night in RL showed up and picked me up and put me in his car and asked me where I needed to go (I guess I magically got out of having to make a statement or anything). Wherever I told him it was, it was like the Happiness Hotel, only out in the woods somewhere.

So I go inside, and almost everyone that was associated with the Hotel was in there, about to film one of Chase's movies. There was a couch near the door, and Brendan was lying on it, and I crawled over there (still being rather catatonic about almost dying at the hands of sorority queens) and try to tell him that I almost was killed, etc. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, and then really kissed me and attempted to grope me, and quite surprised I pulled back and found out that it wasn't Brendan at all, it was Ben Kinney (who isn't associated with the Hotel) trying to play some kind of joke on me. I got really mad at him.

Then the rest of the people from the Hotel, including Brendan, returned - they were out buying candy. Jolly Ranchers, specifically. I was about to leave for work (pj's) and asked if I could take a bag of apple jolly ranchers with me. Turns out there was a bag of the small ones and also a bag of the long sticks. I chose the small ones and headed to work.

Heading to work involved moving to California, apparently, so I was driving down the highway in Sacramento, marvelling at all the new construction and stuff that had changed (if you've ever seen the opening credits to Futurama, the town looked like that). Then I was magically out of my car and walking around all this new stuff instead. There was a big above-ground swimming pool in my way, and a lot of bikini-clad girls were standing all around it, flanking this wimpy-looking guy holding some kind of award or placard and getting his picture taken. I assume he won some kind of thing that got him the attention of bikini girls. I needed to get around the swimming pool, so I just climed up on it and threaded my way through the girls to the other side. There was someone inviting these two hot guys to come stand with the girls, but to show why they weren't interested, the guys kissed. I liked that part ;)

So then I ended up in this sea of bikini-clad women on the ground, and it turns out that they were promoting a new item in home fitness - barbells shaped like dildos. For weightlifting, not... yeah. So they asked me to try one, but they gave me a 16lb one, and I couldn't do a bicep curl with it. So then some girl said she had a 4lb one, but that was still really difficult, and we looked and it was 8lbs instead. Finally someone had a 3lb pair (and they were decreasing in size just as in weight... so you can imagine...) and I did a few simple bicep curls (3 is fairly easy for me... I know I'm a wimp). So for my efforts, the announcer guy gave me a mug that said something like "Bikinis rock! Beer rocks! Cops, scram!" which I was very... happy to receive? *blink*

Then I noticed that the guy was wearing an OU t-shirt, and so was I, and the mug actually said, "Texas, scram!" at the bottom. He was walking the same way I was, so we walked along together, and he wasn't acting like too much of a rabid OU fan so we talked a bit. We got to his car first, and I was telling him goodbye and how cool it was to see someone from OU in California, when a family walked by with a teenaged girl wearing a Cope Cougars cheerleading uniform. I exclaimed at her, "Cope Middle School? In Bossier City, Louisiana?" and she said, "Yessss..." and I said, "I went to school there! I was a cheerleader!" and proceeded to tell her and her mom about the differences between my cheerleading uniform and hers.

Eventually, stricken with these weird coincidences, I ended up back in my car trying to drive home (which was on Bryant Ave., which was a street close to my old house in Edmond, OK, but in the dream I was driving around Rocklin, CA). I went too far on the freeway and ended up in Loomis instead, and took some highway exit I didn't recognize and ended up on a pitch black road with incredible hills and curves and almost crashed a lot. I would've flown off the road if it weren't for following the dim taillights ahead of me. Finally we ended up on Taylor Road, where there were stop signs but I was going too fast to stop for them and I just had to use massive maneuvering skills to not hit other cars.

Then I wasn't driving my car, I was piloting a space ship. I was in training with another, younger kid (think Ender) and we were practicing maneuvering stuff. He kept messing up, though. He even took an open box of donuts into zero-G, and they floated around and hit us and ended up messing us totally up and he got yelled at. Our instructor really liked him, but he couldn't tell that because he was a hardass. I returned to the "rec-room" area, where there was a group of people talking about the Ender-kid and our instructor. There were two boys in the group that I liked, one more than the other, and someone who was sitting next to the more-preferable boy got up - I started to go sit next to him, but the guy that I liked less (and liked me more) intercepted me and had me sit in front of him for a backrub. He wanted to calm me down after Enderboy's messup. We decided to go have some beer, but apparently instead that meant going to the kickboxing class that he taught. Which sucked, cuz I bought the beer, and it was Shiner Bach. :( And I kept getting plastic bags tangled in my legs during kickboxing.

I think that's all I remember. I will add extra stuff in comments if I remember it. Do you think it was the pizza/donut/beer combination before bed that gave me such weird dreams?