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Well.. err.. I've been away from the computer for a bit. There was that long vacation from writing Saturday, when I spent most of the day finding a way to upload ringtones to my new phone for free (which I finally figured out around 4, after searching on-and-off since noon). A hint to everyone: Samsung phones let you use MIDIs as your ringtones. The annoying sounds that used to play in the background of most fanpages have a use! And hooray for the beautiful masses of bored dorks that encode video game music to MIDIs... woo! And, well, getting them onto your lovely Sprint PCS phone is the hard part, and involve this lovely little site (I could give its creator a hug) that uploads the file for you and creates a .gcd page to direct your phone to download it. It's not hard to find if you google for sprint pcs upload ringtones. And... then there was yesterday... which involved boring work. Quite a bit of it. Preceded by lots or late running around looking for food to make. And a very good salad. I'm sad that we don't get as much out of our garden as we used to. I imagine I'll have one if I ever have a house, since composting and such is so ingrained into my brain that I find myself keeping the sweet potato peels at Thanksgiving while I'm at school, even though there probably isn't a compost pile for miles. Umm... tangent! Yes!
And then there was today... which involved six combos out of like, thirty people which is quite good for a boring Monday day shift all by myself except for like, five managers. Silly theatre.
Oh, and Friday night or so, I had a really, really bizarre dream that probably would have freaked anyone else in the world out, but instead amused me to no end. I was in this restaurant place, and this group of about eight guys followed me in. I recognized one as Iruka by his ponytail, and there was this guy with shaggy-ish black hair that I had the nagging feeling I should remember but couldn't. Though the more I think about it the more I realize I don't really know him... And there was this tall guy with no shirt on that I didn't recognize until Iruka asked him if he was going to keep doing the butterfly. Then I realized he was actually Michael Phelps. Then he launched into this big speech about how after the Olympics he tried to return to his home planet in his true form... as a large, cloud-dwelling FOX DEMON. And no one was there. So Kyuubi-Phelps was sad and decided he had to take on a human form again. And he turned into Naruto, only he had pointy eyelashes made out of teeth. Then he was Phelps again. And I was in this big lake swimming with one of my old groups of kids from swimming lessons, and my aunt was there teaching them. And my house was up on this dock in the middle of it. I ended up on my front porch and my sister's iguana was in this glass aquarium along with this little geko-looking thing that kept escaping into the bushes. I went inside, and there was this sort of long darkly-lit hallway. My sister was standing behind me the entire time, and Sketchy was there standing by my laptop, which was against the wall. She warned me that in this hallway, there was an evil man who would give you an egg that would poison you and burn your face off. She even showed me pictures. But there was a rumour that if you got the egg without it pricking and poisoning you, it was really good for you. So I opened this cupboard thing in the wall and this really scary-looking Samuel Adams-type person all in green with a silly hat popped out and has this tiny robin's egg-type thing. I tried to punch him in the face, but he gave me the egg and it pricked me in the finger. I ran over to Sketchy, and asked her if cutting my arm off would save me, and she just sort of shrugged and said it was too late. So I sat down at my computer and tried to use it as a heater to make my finger hurt less. I opened up the CD drive and it was like a cash register drawer. And luckily I woke up before my face burnt off. Because that would have been bad.
And then there was today... which involved six combos out of like, thirty people which is quite good for a boring Monday day shift all by myself except for like, five managers. Silly theatre.
Oh, and Friday night or so, I had a really, really bizarre dream that probably would have freaked anyone else in the world out, but instead amused me to no end. I was in this restaurant place, and this group of about eight guys followed me in. I recognized one as Iruka by his ponytail, and there was this guy with shaggy-ish black hair that I had the nagging feeling I should remember but couldn't. Though the more I think about it the more I realize I don't really know him... And there was this tall guy with no shirt on that I didn't recognize until Iruka asked him if he was going to keep doing the butterfly. Then I realized he was actually Michael Phelps. Then he launched into this big speech about how after the Olympics he tried to return to his home planet in his true form... as a large, cloud-dwelling FOX DEMON. And no one was there. So Kyuubi-Phelps was sad and decided he had to take on a human form again. And he turned into Naruto, only he had pointy eyelashes made out of teeth. Then he was Phelps again. And I was in this big lake swimming with one of my old groups of kids from swimming lessons, and my aunt was there teaching them. And my house was up on this dock in the middle of it. I ended up on my front porch and my sister's iguana was in this glass aquarium along with this little geko-looking thing that kept escaping into the bushes. I went inside, and there was this sort of long darkly-lit hallway. My sister was standing behind me the entire time, and Sketchy was there standing by my laptop, which was against the wall. She warned me that in this hallway, there was an evil man who would give you an egg that would poison you and burn your face off. She even showed me pictures. But there was a rumour that if you got the egg without it pricking and poisoning you, it was really good for you. So I opened this cupboard thing in the wall and this really scary-looking Samuel Adams-type person all in green with a silly hat popped out and has this tiny robin's egg-type thing. I tried to punch him in the face, but he gave me the egg and it pricked me in the finger. I ran over to Sketchy, and asked her if cutting my arm off would save me, and she just sort of shrugged and said it was too late. So I sat down at my computer and tried to use it as a heater to make my finger hurt less. I opened up the CD drive and it was like a cash register drawer. And luckily I woke up before my face burnt off. Because that would have been bad.
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