A Sweep is as Lucky as Lucky can be...

I'm currently sitting on my break here in the WILK (yeah, I do custodial), and today is my first day. I apparently get an hour break each night I work from 2-3, with the first half hour not being paid, and the second half hour being paid--it's great. The people here are awesome, and I've really enjoyed myself thus far. Thank goodness for working with some great people. Sure does make the time pass more quickly, especially when you're working all night. (Uffish, THAT sentence was definitely a fragment, the one in my yet unfinished paper, was not...stupid Word.)

The WILK is oddly peaceful at 2:20 in the morning. It's kind of exciting, really. You know what else is exciting? The fact that the vending machine just stole my money, and I'm starving. Man, if I thought that my eating schedule was odd before... I know you're not supposed to eat late at night...does it count if you eat early in the morning?

The title--tonight I worked on floor crew, which means that I sweep floors, and then help to mop them. Soon, I will be helping to clean bathrooms. You all better appreciate those clean floors and bathrooms a little more the next time you use them in the WILK, as a lot of people go into making them clean.

Anyway, it's time for me to go and log back in. Then I get another break, and then three more hours of work here, and then 3 more hours of work at the MORC. Pretty soon, I'm going to have this no sleep thing totally under controll...or something :)

Nowhere is there a more happier crew...

Things I've Come to Know Recently

Disclaimer: Not all of these things happened to me...honest.

• Dancing in a fountain is wetter than Benedick makes it look
• The little moat-like thing that runs south of campus was not meant for wading in--you get up to your knees in sticky grey-ish grainy mud only to realize that the walkway you were attempting to cross over to is a lot higher than you were expecting.
• Sliding down rails in shorts is different than sliding down rails in pants
• Sliding down rails in skirts is not a good idea--you lack friction
• It's nice to work somewhere where people want you to be there
• It's nicer to feel wanted in general
• A whole package of spaghetti noodles boiled makes more than a small saucepan worth of food
• Just a job and working do not big bucks make
• My piggy bank looks possessed because it's currently possessing the majority of my earthly wealth
• It's possible to get tan lines from walking across campus to class
• Pink shirts are not the best way to downplay a sunburn
• Even the non-drowsiest of formulas for allergy medicine puts me to sleep...and pretty fast
• I really like my friends
• Heck, I even love my roommate(s) (with every fiber of my being ;)
• If your eyes are watering because of allergies, it's best to avoid looking at the wedding dresses for sale section of the WILK board--you end up looking like a jilted bride.
• Talking to TA's and having them tear apart a paper you wrote isn't that bad
• A lot of times I'm my own worse critic
• I really don't look too great in a baseball cap
• After 4 hours of working in the morning, I find great joy in strutting across campus wearing my nasty hat and work clothes as I enjoy the sunshine
  
• I never want to have a kidney stone...*shudder*
• I'm not a picky eater--and I'm not too bad at making food
• It's possible to confuse a zucchini and a cucumber
• Scrambled eggs that are a few days old are nasty looking--akin to yellow cow manure in a metal pan
• I really really love children
• Someday, I will have some of my own
• I probably should be a physics teaching minor
• My hair is nearly long enough for a ponytail, and I've not cut it in about 2 months
• Jar Jar Binks is one of those "did I suggest him out-loud?" mistakes
• I still love cold spaghetti
• The smell of clean laundry makes me smile
• The Sound of Music is really fun to sing/dance along to
• Someday, I'll probably be in musical theatre--I've got all the skills for it...really

Yeah...that's probably enough for now--more to come

Only a Mother...

Uffish thinks this pig is scary...and I think she's wrong. For some reason, she's under the impression that the thing is malicious--time for a poll. Do you find this pig frightening?

On the Benefits of Wearing a Skirt

So I'm totally out of pants, and need to do laundry.

I tell you this only because it makes what comes next make more sense than if I were just telling you these things off the cuff.

I've reached the point in my wardrobe where I no longer have pants, and I don't want to resort to wearing my dresses. That's right folks, its skirt season in the Concept household. I've been alternating between wearing skirts and shorts for a week or so now, hoping to make my jeans and singular pair of shorts last longer. After a trip to the Salt Lake, my shorts are not wearable until washed, and my jeans are now to the point where they can't really be worn either unless they get washed. That leaves me with just my skirts.

Now, here's another funny fact. In general, the skirts that I wear are ones I've made myself. Are you feeling skeptical about this yet? Don’t worry--I'm actually not a bad seamstress when it comes to skirts. They're all knee-length (and a little below) and made out of nice bright colors without being obnoxious. Sure, you may not believe me after the pillowcase post...but it's true. Somebody back me up here? Don't look so disbelieving there Lilaea ;).

Anyway. I've noticed a few things that happen to me only when I'm wearing a skirt. Here are a few that have happened in the past hour:

• I'm walking to the bus stop, and waiting to cross the street because a car is coming. There are no other cars coming immediately, and so as soon as they're gone, I can cross. Instead, they stop, though they have no stop sign, to let me cross the street, all the while watching me as I cross.
• As I'm waiting at said bus stop, this truck full of construction guys slows down as they pass me, honk the horn, and then turn the corner.
• The bus driver actually smiles at me as he welcomes me onto the bus, and waits for me to take a seat before pulling away.

Now, these could all just be coincidences, but I don't really think so. The funny thing is that I'm really not that attractive. I'm passable, but I'm not hot, HOT, or HOTT by any stretch of the imagination. I really think it's just the skirt, and it makes me laugh.

Wonder what I could accomplish if I wore a dress....