My s0x0rz are being r0x0red.

And I'm not even wearing s0x0rz.

The late and great George Harrison is the culprit, by the way, of this s0x0r-r0x1ng. Forgive me for being late to jump on the bandwagon, but I just now downloaded "All Things Must Pass" (I know, I know) and it is ZOMGAMAZING.

So it's, what, July 25th? I don't know when it was that I last posted here. Too long ago, in any case. June, I'm sure, because once July started I was in no state to be writing anything even remotely cheery. I swear...the first day of July started a whole mess of "Hey waitaminute I think people hate me." I don't need to go into it, really, but things are still up in the air and it's been 3 1/2 weeks. That's the longest anything like this has ever gone on, I think. Boooo.

Anyway, as for other things...work is going well. I almost wish I were getting more hours, because I'm desperate for money at this point in the summer. The work itself is tolerable. I get freaked out and overwhelmed sometimes, but whatever...at least I have fun stories to tell about it. Take, for instance, Creepy Bra Lady. This woman, maybe about 70 years old, came up to my register to buy a few things. She had maybe four items, one of which was a boring old-lady bra. The following dialogue ensued:

CBL: I didn't try this bra on, so I hope it'll fit right.
Clarkie: Well, if it doesn't, you can return it within 30 days if you keep your receipt blah blah blah.
CBL: I didn't feel like going into the fitting room to try it on. I don't even know what size I wear.
Clarkie: [repeat return policy]
CBL: *turns around, lifts up shirt in back* Could you check this one I'm wearing and see if you can tell what size it is?
Clarkie: *freaks OUT* Um...no...uh...I can't see the tag. *NOT about to fiddle with this lady's bra, thankyouverymuch*
CBL: It should be in there somewhere.
Clarkie: Uh...I, um...your total is $moneynumbers. Have a nice day. *Please God let her put her shirt back down*

The male cashier next to me pretended not to notice.

As did the three other people in line behind her.

My supervisor cracked up when I told her about this. She said "Oh my God, I'm so sorry...please tell me you didn't check her bra size." No worries. Noooo worries.

So, anyway, I have today off work. Eventually, once I get my ass out of bed and passably dressed (yes, I know it is 3pm), I intend to play with beads for awhile. I really only need a couple more big flowers, a few small ones, and some random greenery. I also have some painting projects to work on. So my art should keep me busy for awhile. My mom is coming back today from wherever she was with her friends, so I'll have her to hang out with tonight if she isn't too tired. Brittany may or may not call me. That's up to her. If she does, hopefully we'll be able to get together for a Talk.

As for now, Diet Coke and leftover macaroni sounds grand.

Less than a month left until things get a lot better! *happy face*

Fun fact: My bottle of nail polish remover just says "Polish Remover" on it, and I keep wanting to pronounce "Polish" like the word that means "people from Poland." Polish Remover. I think my nail polish remover is working for the Nazis.

Fun lie: My nail polish remover is working for the Nazis.

Bonus fun fact: The word "Goodbye" is probably a contraction of the expression "God be with ye."

Goodbye.

I am the eggman.

I painted my fingernails white. It's kind of freaky-looking, especially since I always prefer dark colours. I'm not even sure if I like it. I certainly like the oddness of it.

I'm back from the east coast--I got to see my dear friend Jill in NYC, which was crazy-amazing even if I could only see her for less than an hour--and back to work. My family's in Alabama until Wednesday...which means that I can play loud music at 2:30am and no one gives a shit. Hooray!

My aunt went batshit crazy over my beaded flowers; she said I could sell them for "thousands of dollars." Made me smile, even if I know they'd go for way less than that. I'm working on a third rose now, another red one. I finished the anemone and it turned out great, even if I'm not quite happy about the leaf colour. I'm surprisingly in love with the trillium I made...funny because I expected to hate it.

Pictures are on facebook, fwiw.

I can't decide what my favourite Beatles lyric is. It's something I've contemplated. Because, I mean, they wrote a lot of mind-blowingly great music with equally wonderful lyrics. But there are two lines that stand out to me. And they are:

"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you were meant to be/It's easy/All you need is love"

and

"And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."

Every Beatles fan loves that last line, I think. It's the last line of the last song (I will have you know that "Her Majesty" actually belongs between "Mean Mr Mustard" and "Polythene Pam"--seriously, try it) of the last album they recorded. And it's perfect. So I feel like a bit of a sheep, not eclectic enough? for loving that line. But...fifty gazillion Beatles fans can't be wrong, right? It is beautiful.

And the line from "All You Need Is Love" is something I constantly remind myself of, especially during the summer. I don't like summer. Hate it. I often find myself wishing I were back in Bloomington. But...there's nowhere you can be that isn't where you were meant to be. So I was meant to be right-here-right-now. I may not know why, but I'm here and I may as well enjoy it.

My brain is mush. Goodnight moon.