Shiny new layout.

Yeah, it's from the bible. Also one of the greatest bits of writing that I love.

dramaturgy

Oy.

So, I went and picked up my sister from the Sygenta plant where the bus picks up/drops off the detasseling kids because it was raining and I'm a nice sister like that. Little sister says that she's hungry, because her lunch got soaked and ruined in the rain. Fine, whatever. I take her to the drive thru at McDonalds because she asks, and I place her order, she hands me the money and I pay, and then we get up to the second window where another one of my managers is presenting. I say, "Hi :D" and she greets me with a, "Why aren't you working today?"

-.- Could it have something to do with the fact that I work eight hours tomorrow and eight hours on Sunday, which is another open? Or that I opened three days in a row (my first three breakfasts) last week? I don't know! The schedule just said that I don't work today. It didn't say, "Liz doesn't work today because she has paid her debt to society," or, "Liz doesn't work today because she is a favorite of the manager," or, "Liz sekritly rigged the schedule so that she'd have two days in a row off." It just said that I had Thursday AND Friday off. And believe me, after Wednesday, I need it.

So I just smiled and shrugged and drove off.

Jesus Christ almighty.

Next Thursday I am having a mole on my leg removed because it's become enlarged and such, and even though my doctor didn't think it was anything to worry about (I love my doctor, he's so great ♥), I decided I wanted it removed. Because it would be a huge pain in the ass if it does end up being something in the middle of October, or next spring when I'm in Europe.

But it's so weird, because I've had this mole forever. I swear, I think it's my birthmark. So if it's removed, does that mean I was never born? o_o Well, obviously not, but it's uber trippy to think about.

THE RUINATION OF MY DREAMS

I'm just sitting here, minding my own business and watching The Chronicles of Narnia with mom and sister, and the movie is drawing to a close. You know that nifty little scene in the end with the grown Pevensies? Yes.

WELL. Peter dismounts, looks up at the lightpost, and my mother SAYS IT.

"He looks like the Burger King commercial guy."

I am never sleeping again and she has RUINED THE END OF THE MOVIE FOR ME AND SHE IS READING THIS OVER MY SHOULDER AND LAUGHING LIKE A LOON!