Napoleon Loves Snapple

The power was out most of last night... strangely enough, it didn't go out until after the storms were all over. It was only sprinkling a bit, and there was no wind at all. The lights went out, then they started flashing up and down, and finally just stayed off. It was very weird, so my sister got out the Ouija board. It was asked a lot of stupid questions like "when will the power come back on?" ("Tnever"[sic]) "Will we see any light tonight?" ("Yes" "Is it the candles?" "yes"). It was rather obvious that my sister was controlling it, so my dad went outside to wander around. He always does that when it storms. So my sister asked the board who Anubis-the-Kitty was the reincarnation of... Napoleon. So I asked what his favourite drink was... Snapple. True, I might have been controlling it at first, but halfway through Napoleon I was laughing so hard that I couldn't see the letters enough to move them where they needed to be. And my sister can't spell Napoleon or Snapple.

I had a rather bizarre dream last night. I can't quite remember all of it, so I'll do the best I can. It's not quite as weird as the others I've had lately... I think when it started, I was in Cleveland, and I was going to Lollapalooza for some reason. I found this really nice parking space right behind the place where it was going to happen, and all sorts of people from school were there, and they were talking to me like I was their best friend. I jumped off the edge of the thing and landed on the walkway below, and someone I haven't talked to in years told me that she would've taken me to the Carribean if she had known that I could jump that far, because there was a contest. Then I was walking through a tunnel and this bus pulled up and I got on. My track team was on it, and the coach handed me what events I was doing (the 50m... which apparently meant long jump, the 300 hurdles, the 100m, and the 400). I tried to argue that I didn't want to do them, but I had to. Then I realized that I had left my spikes at home, and it would take me 2 hours to drive back, and I'd lose my good parking space. I got off of the bus, and I went to this swimming pool place that was having a special sale where all pools were 20% off, and the large ones were 50% off, then 20% off of that price. So I decided to buy one for my mom. All of a sudden I was back "home," which was this giant tree house on a lake. My dad at first appeared to be Ryan from Guster, then my actual dad, then he was Col. Jack O'Neill from Stargate. So he was on top of the tree house building things and working on stuff. I put the pool behind the tree, out over the lake so you could jump from it into the lake. I did a lot of swimming, then I went into the kitchen and I started to wonder why everyone else from Stargate wasn't there. Apparently we were having some sort of party, and the guy at the stove turned around and it was Teal'c (I actually spelled that right on the first try), and he was making cookies. There's a large part of the dream here that I can remember only vaguely enough to freak me out, but not write it down. The next part I remember is Teal'c chasing random people around with recruitment papers to join his division of the army, and posters with his picture on them that said "At least we're better than that other division." But, somehow ironically, they were last in recruitment and the other division was better than them. Umm.. yeah... it was a weird dream.

Well, I'd better go get ready for work, and finish my dish of frozen peaches that I'm having for breakfast.

It's Raining It's Pouring

Well... I didn't feel too bad about working today, since it started raining around 2:30 and hasn't stopped since. I'm really starting to hate all this rain. If I didn't love the smell of it so much, I probably would've started hating it a lot sooner.

My pretzel burns are going to scar... stupid pretzel machine! It's now officially twice as evil as MacBeth the butter machine. I hereby condemn it to... um... to be permanently kept at 100 degrees, except when warming the pretzels at first. Today was a quite a slow day at work. They sent my fellow concessionist home at 1:30, so I spent another day alone. I ended up spending most of the day being a pseudo-usher too, since it was "Let's force the real usher to clean and mop all the theatres with no one in them" day. So, during one of the busier moments I was making more pretzels, and I had to run into the back to put the pretzels back in the freezer so they wouldn't thaw out. I was afraid someone would come in and I wouldn't tear their ticket, thus getting the usher in trouble, so I ran in the back, and as I was running out the safety mat (there for safety, to keep me from slipping) slipped out from underneath me and I fell right into the giant white trash can we use for the ice. It wasn't painful at all (I've gotten too used to getting hurt at work), but it was really funny. It's a good thing no one saw it. My managers already think I'm nuts. I almost had tomorrow off, because one of the other girls wanted a few more hours, but then she got into a car accident and won't be able to make it. It was really weird to hear that, but I guess she was alright. I blame this stupid weather, which is the fault of George W... therefore, she should sue Dubyah for the damages in the accident, I think.

At least I wasn't missing any of my bags, cups, or candy today. I guess it's better when I'm afraid that I'm off, because I was almost certain that I'd forgotten to give someone their skittles. But the managers admit that sometimes they don't count everything right. Darn this confusing job. They changed all the buttons on the screen today, and left off the plain M&Ms and the Skittles. And they changed the colours, so now everything's these freaky almost-neon shades. It's quite painful to the eyes. And they changed all the popcorn and drinks to their ounce sizes rather than small, medium, and large. I never knew that the popcorn tub was 170oz. I could've sworn it held only about a scoop more than the large, if that, because I had to dump a large into the tub once. I think they're lying. The only thing they left the same was the medium popcorn, which makes things really weird because now the buttons go 46oz, Medium Popcorn, 120oz. Who measures popcorn in ounces, anyway? I mean.. fluid ounces? That doesn't make any sense!

Bah, there's another tornado going through the county above us. Stupid weather. I bet it's going to storm again here. Oh well, as long as the theatre doesn't get hit by anything too bad we're going to see Pirates of the Carribean tonight. That ought to be interesting. Johnny Depp is rather scary.