I mean it. I'm terrible. I haven't posted anything on this blog in almost a month, and I apologize for it. In my defense, I doubt anyone is reading these, and I've been really busy... Too busy to have actual thoughts, like, in my brain.
Can I catch you up on what you've been missing in my life? Is that Ok?
Well, for starters, my birthday was last Monday. I'm twenty years old! Whoop!
For a short period of time, I became obsessed with the show Nip/Tuck. I watched the entire series on Netflix instant stream in less than a month. My issue is, however, that the show isn't even that great. The acting was sub-par, the plot was slightly tired and some parts of it were actually boring. Again, I watched the entire series anyway.
I still work at Anonymous Soap Store. I think it's killing me slowly. They're hiring 60 new people within the next few months, so my hours are being reduced a lot. I only worked a few days this week. So I've been putting in a few applications, looking around at places, and just trying to be aware of any sort of third shift/early morning positions that I could get into. I need the mo'mo'.
My school situation is sketchy. Due to some financial crap-ola, I can't get a loan, and can't afford to go to school this semester. Yes, I've tried every venue that the financial aide people and I could think of. Also, due to some wrong paperwork from my first college, I need to start paying this back, for some bullshit reason Direct Loans will not let me defer. Blah, so I have to pay like $750 dollars a month to DL before I can get a loan again.
However, for once, I'm not all "FUCK MY LIFE."
I'm actually pretty happy right now. I think this is going to give me a little time to get my head, my health, and my relationships, and my savings account back in order. This could be good for me. I've needed some form of a break from everything for a while. This will be good.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
The Horrifying Red Lobster Experience
I'd like to preface this whole thing by stating that I don't even like seafood. I tolerate a crab when my uncle makes them for a family get together, or when my family has fish sticks. Other than that, I couldn't care less about seafood. It's not my bag.
I'd also like to point out that I have a friend who will not eat lobsters, despite the fact that she lives in Maine, just because she cannot tolerate how they're killed/prepared. Until today, I honestly thought she was just being picky. I was horribly, horribly wrong.
My mother and I went to Red Lobster today. I promise you, I only agreed to go for the cheddar biscuits. The Caesar salad was actually pretty decent as well. Anyway, I got fried flounder and it was HORRIBLE, my mother got some sort of lobster pasta thing and it not only looked disgusting, but she was nauseous for the rest of the day.
AS IF THAT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH.
We were leaving the restaurant and my mother had to use the ladies room. I decided to wait in the front of the establishment for her... right next to the lobster tank. What I saw was absolutely horrifying. You all know that when you were little kids the lobster tank at a fancy seafood restaurant was the coolest thing to look at (not really calling Red Lobster "fancy," but you know what I mean.) Today, however, I found the lobster tank horribly upsetting. I was looking in at the lobsters, and one was sitting by himself in the corner of the tank. I swear to God he looked up at me. I'm not even kidding. I was staring back into the soul of a lobster. It then dawned on me that all my new found friends were in a tank... waiting to be boiled alive and eaten. Obviously, I have no real personal connection with a lobster, but in that moment I was struck with extreme sadness. It was then that I began to cry in the waiting area of Red Lobster. I blamed it on hormones and lied about having my period. I swear, it was the worst feeling I've felt in weeks.
I guess the real point of all this is that I won't be eating lobster for a long time, and if you love me, you won't either... or at least you don't tell me about it.
Chicken's ok though. Chickens are gross, and I'm a hypocrite with an apparent soft spot for crustaceans.
I'd also like to point out that I have a friend who will not eat lobsters, despite the fact that she lives in Maine, just because she cannot tolerate how they're killed/prepared. Until today, I honestly thought she was just being picky. I was horribly, horribly wrong.
My mother and I went to Red Lobster today. I promise you, I only agreed to go for the cheddar biscuits. The Caesar salad was actually pretty decent as well. Anyway, I got fried flounder and it was HORRIBLE, my mother got some sort of lobster pasta thing and it not only looked disgusting, but she was nauseous for the rest of the day.
AS IF THAT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH.
We were leaving the restaurant and my mother had to use the ladies room. I decided to wait in the front of the establishment for her... right next to the lobster tank. What I saw was absolutely horrifying. You all know that when you were little kids the lobster tank at a fancy seafood restaurant was the coolest thing to look at (not really calling Red Lobster "fancy," but you know what I mean.) Today, however, I found the lobster tank horribly upsetting. I was looking in at the lobsters, and one was sitting by himself in the corner of the tank. I swear to God he looked up at me. I'm not even kidding. I was staring back into the soul of a lobster. It then dawned on me that all my new found friends were in a tank... waiting to be boiled alive and eaten. Obviously, I have no real personal connection with a lobster, but in that moment I was struck with extreme sadness. It was then that I began to cry in the waiting area of Red Lobster. I blamed it on hormones and lied about having my period. I swear, it was the worst feeling I've felt in weeks.
I guess the real point of all this is that I won't be eating lobster for a long time, and if you love me, you won't either... or at least you don't tell me about it.
Chicken's ok though. Chickens are gross, and I'm a hypocrite with an apparent soft spot for crustaceans.
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