HAPPY 122nd CHARLIE CHAPLIN!!!

there's not much to this post, except to with a happy birthday to my favorite silent film star, and second-favorite commedic genius, charlie chaplin.

happy birthday, charlie!!!!

sick day

now, i don't like to talk about personal experiences, as i am too paranoid to put that sorta thing on the internet for anyone to read -- even though i personally know and could count on a single hand those who actually do read this... but i gotta get this crap off my chest. and when i'm done with that, i might go ahead and tell you people what's bothering me. . except for the whole sick thing, sick days are usually pretty great. no school, no worries, no survivors.... tend to feel a bit cheated when my sick day falls on a weekend. or, rather, ALL FRIGGIN' WEEKEND! and all friggin weekend, i had an arse-load of homework to get done, and even though i had the house to myself, sickness (of any kind) makes me paranoid into thinking there's always someone outside my back door, or someone snuck into the house while i was bathing, or there's a bug some creep has snuck beneath my bed that picks up everything i might say or do, which means spending an hour and a half cleaning out from under said bed to find the spying device and squash it like the bug it is... even in school, i am still sick as i type. it's not like i could afford a sick day in college -- catch-up is the world's worst game, and i already have enough to do with getting ready to go on choior tour soon (whole week's worth of schoolwork to catch up on). oh, yeah, that's another thing! I HAVE NO VOICE!!! the sickness has taken my voice! how can i sing in a couple days for several high schools and a professional sports team (nat. anth.) if all i can do is squack right now?!?! i'm not skipping the tour, no matter how sour my voice gets (much as i hate being like the pop stars of today, i suppose i could lip-sync...) but choior pays for half my tuition, so that's about the only choice i have. don't let Gary know i'm not backing up the other altos, and pray that this green tea i'm drinking will not let it come to that... ok, to wind things down on this haphazard little post which i ams till writing through a mental fog and between angry glares at other students who i know are conspiring against me, here i shall add a list of things i like to do when sick (and not heavy-laden with homework): 1. have a movie marathon (i still did that this weekend... assignments needed background noise, and i needed something to take my mind of the group of assassin lock-pickers on my back porch... seriously, sometimes the paranoia grows to full-on hallucinations... and it's just a flu!) 2. eat cinimon toast, or french toast when i have the energy to use the stove. 3. sew something (sock monkey, doll, dress that i will probably never wear in public, costume that i will almost definately wear in public, and often, a thneede...) 4. read (usually books from my childhood, as they are easier to comprehend through the mental fog of sickness and medication... usually Dr. Seuss... hehehe, those sneetches!) 5. pretend that i am a monster, so the moaning, groaning, growling when i talk, dripping, oozing, popping, and exploding will make sense, and be more interesting than just a sick girl. okay... i guess that's all for now... .... or is it?.....

Another quick announcement

RAAUUUUUUUUULLLL!!!

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glad i got that outa my system.

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ok, not counting my chickens or anything here, but i think i may be speaking true when i say.... I FINALLY GOT A REAL JOB!!!! i think, anyway. sure, it's just a waitressing thing at a "family-owned" pizza joint, but still, man!

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of course, i was nervous on my interview this morning (i know, it's hard to imagine -- me! the fabulous franki! nervous!), but during it i was able to relate to her a bit, and when she pulled out the most frightening question, "if we hire you, what would you have to offer [restaurant name deleted]?"

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i tell ya, my throat closed up and my mind went blank. the little freak inside my mind screamed, Dude! just tell her the right thing! it's not hard. what does she want to hear?

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"oh, uh, you know, a hard worker, all that..."

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very creative... everyone else who says that probably thinks so, too.

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"... and someone the customers can... relate to, i guess? you know, someone they can have fun with, and look forward to interacting with every time they come." blink. blink. no facial reaction from interviewer... "i guess..." blink. still no reaction. straightens paperwork (including copy of my application).

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"you know, you're the only person i've interviewed to mention the customers."

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hold my breath.

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"that's a good thing."

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"oh! ok, good."

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"so, here's what's going to happen. i'm going to call you tomorrow to set up an orientation day, which will also be a paperwork day. we'll probably just start you off as a waitress, then, when you get comfortable, move you to the kitchen and teach you to cook."

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"yay!" i shout in relief, hopping in my seat, making my tiny blue pigtails bounce.

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she laughs, and the interview is over. here's hoping this job works out. really, really, really hoping...

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I GOT A FRIGGIN JOB!!! HUZZAH!!!