I’ve been meaning to write this blog entry for a while now, but every time I sit down to do so, the sheer awesome of the content just blows me away and I never accomplish anything.

Everyday on my way to work I pass this amazing place:

From MalkavianGeisha

The first time (and in reality, every time) I pass it I get all giddy.RoboVault! Just the name is made of pure amazing, that combined with it’s stark, imposing exterior and the sheer massive size of the place can lead only to one conclusion…..Any day now I’ll be driving to work and there will be escaped robots everywhere.

So I did some research and supposedly, it’s just a high tech storage facility for cars, wine and the such… I say supposedly because I’m holding out the hope that in fact, they are lying and Robots are actually housed in there somewhere. I was thinking of stopping by one day and checking it out, either way it sounds pretty neat- they have retinal and fingerprint scanners!

Obviously, my imagination has been influenced by Fallout 3 and it’s RobCo Facility. Can you blame me for wanting RoboVault to look like this?

I cant shake this feeling from my head.
Theres a devil sleeping in my bed.
He’s watching you from across the way.
I cannot make this feeling go away..

I know its not the right thing,
And I know its not a good thing,
But kinda, I want to.

Im not sure of what I should do.
When everything Im thinking of is you.
All of my excuses turn to lies,
Maybe God will cover up his eyes?

I know it’s not the right thing.
And I know it’s not a good thing,
But kinda, I want to…

Maybe just for tonight,
We can pretend its alright?
What’s the price I pay?
I dont care what they say…
I want to.
I want to (Ill take my chance tonight)
-NIN

Someone once told me in high-school that with my luck, if a very small meteor was going to fall out of the sky and hit someone, it would be me. Later that week I was hit in the head by a cocoanut while walking under a palm tree. It’s the sort of luck that makes really really random things happen to me (and often injure me) but as of yet knocks on everything wooden around her I’ve lived to tell the tale.

So now that you understand just a tad bit of the sort of things I contend with on a daily basis I can continue with my update. Yesterday I walked outside with Ruff and a gust of wind appeared and suddenly I had a sharp pain in my right eye. This continued and suddenly my vision got blurry and yeap- excruciating pain followed. More than a few moments and nauseous waves later, I had tried everything to get the offending longish red hair out of my eye, no dice and more pain. Some vague story of a girl getting a hair stuck behind her eye which eventually caused some sort of an infection and later death or perhaps just the loss of the eye, I couldn’t remember which, ran on overdrive through my mind every few seconds.

Paul offered to take me to the hospital, and at first I felt the idea was a bit overkill. Then I realized that I’m the girl whom a cocoanut fell on and decided that it would most likely be the best plan of action. A few hours later we were called out of the very busy waiting room (Pay attention to that last bit, it’s important later) and into one of the exam rooms where the doctor numbed my eye with drops-

“These will numb your eyes, and I’m warning you it will sting.”
I replied with, “Ow,” as they hit my eye but
“OHSWEETMOTHERMARYTHATHURTSSOBAD” along with a few well chosen expletives seemed more appropriate.

I think it was most likely the longest hair on my head that decided to relocate on my retina.

A long story short I now have antibiotic eyedrops for my scratched eye and an eyepatch (which I actually think is cool as hell but I suppose that’s the kid in me*). This morning when I called my mom to tell her about the whole fiasco she informed me that a local high school had been shut down due to several cases of swine flu. Now the busy waiting room filled with highschool aged students suddenly made sense

…..oh crap.

*No Ryan, my enjoyment of the eye-patch does not mean that Pirates are indeed better, it just means that Ninjas are so amazing that they don’t actually need both their eyes to kill someone.

So yeah, I had an eyebrow accident earlier today. I’ve always had thick eyebrows, but have been happy with the arch in them so I’ve never done anything too drastic…I usually stick with waxing them a bit (due to the fact that I feel that plucking should be labeled under cruel and unusual torture due to the sheer nature and snail speed of it) but lately just haven’t felt like dealing with the whole local salon scene* of six inch heels, bulimia, and cattiness and my eyebrows have suffered because of it.

Earlier in the week I decided that pain aside, I had to do something about the crazy bushes growing above my eyes and resigned myself to squinting into a mirror holding the torture device and ouch ouch ouching my way into trying to get rid of my growing unibrow. Needless to say, I quickly abandoned this plan. I’m far from considering myself ahem a pussy, but there is just something about slowly pulling hair out by the root and only actually removing it half the time that just makes me shy away from the whole thing.

Before hopping into the shower this afternoon I caught a glance of myself in the steamed up mirror. I wasn’t at the Frieda Kahlo point of no return, but I was pretty damn close. The tweezers seemed to mock me with their self righteous gleam from their lair next to the sink. Instead of giving in, I had the bright idea to shave the errant hairs from my eyebrows. Yes, I kid you not, I just wrote shave.

Seconds into this ill-fated procedure I not only put a nick into the skin next to my left eyebrow but I managed to take three quarters of my left eyebrow off. Blinking back the blood, hot water from the shower, my pride, and dare I say it, tears- I stared at myself in the shower mirror, dumbfounded. Now, the rational response to this happening would probably be to PUT THE RAZOR DOWN and hope that you can fill in the mistake with eyebrow pencil.

My lovely readers, I’ve never said that I’m rational. Instead, I decided to shave off my flipping eyebrows. The gash in my face is still bleeding and I’m still crying as I get out of the shower and get dressed. I avoid making eye contact with the main bathroom mirror out of sheer horror until Ruff wanderers over, drops his ball on my foot and licks my hand because he is no doubt trying to figure out why his human is both crying and bleeding at the same time and wondering why his human now looks like some sort of fetus/alien hybrid. Yeah, it looked that bad.

Not to be beaten by a silly thing like eyebrows, I grabbed my eyebrow pencil and began to draw them…As I began doing this I couldn’t stop thinking that I was going to end up looking like a Chonga (for those of you on the west coast, think Chola). I haven’t gotten a response from Paul yet due to the fact that he’s not home yet but I took some pics. Please try to stifle your laughter.

I’ve always had the problem of over identifying with music. Different songs remind me of different people, situations, or times in my life…this can be a blessing mixed with a curse.

Recently I’ve become more wary of placing my Ipod on random and forget old mix cds, they are the worst. I’ve been encountering the mix cd issue every-time my new ipod runs out of juice due to the fact that it won’t charge in my car. I can either sit in silence, listen to the god-aweful radio or pop in one of the many unlabeled or ambiguously labeled cds that live in the side pocket of my door. The radio is a definite and resounding ‘no’....so mystery cd it is.

Suddenly my car is filled with My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult talking about Lucifer and his drug problem. I flash back to highschool and getting ready to go out. Not a bad memory in itself, until I continue that thought process and remember what happened when I actually reached my destination that night. I hurriedly click the next button as I brake my car at a red light. Synthesizers that vaguely remind me of whales screaming through the dark ocean envelop me as the light turns green. The singer from Switchblade Symphony starts to croon about how Wicked she has been. I can feel my mouth twist into a frown because I know the rest of this cd will just get worse. I pop it out and throw it back into the door pocket to be with it’s malevolent CD brothers and sisters. I’m greeted with the abstract noise of my cars tires skimming over the road, and even though the music has ended, the damage is done- my thoughts are on my history, of a friendship turned sour and violent.

Well, shit. I WAS having a good day.

On a different, but similar note- I’m taking Ruff over to the dog park in a little bit. I’m taking my camera (so I may post later) and I’m going to make sure my ipod is FULLY charged before leaving.