With a word she can get what she came for.

I think this is probably the earliest in the day that I've ever attempted to post anything. This has a lot to do with the fact that I will be heading to Iowa City with Corey (though I'm driving for the first time in like forever, weut, go spaceship car!) in less than two hours and I still have to

1. Shower
2. Wash my hair
3. (Yes it's separate because it's a whole nother thing of hastle)
4. Decide what clothes are fitting for both the weather and shopping because I tend to get really hot whilst doing so.
5. Makeup and that good stuff.
6. Eat something most likely
7. Cat stuff
8. Clean a bit
9. Clean out my car
10. Make sure I make it to the shack just before 2pm.

Mmm I got taken off the clamp table at work, but I think that's because there weren't pipe people assembling like there were before when I was on the clamp table. And since I can make 51's, why not put me on a table? Right? Yeah. So with the 51's ever worker is supposed to do 5 in 5 days. At first, I really fucking loved them because they start your out with 2 and once you get those down you have a bit of time to stand there and do whatever. My hardware was always filled, my station was always clean, it was nice. Then they moved me up to 3. It was still easy, still nice and clean. 4 was harder. Not terribly so, but when the clamps aren't made right, it fucks up everything and it slows me way down.. . . but I could do 4, consistently on the 3rd day of doing 51's. I could do 5 every other rack even, but not every rack....they kept trying but it was just...no, not happening. Day 4, they started me with 4 every rack for about an hour and then bumped me up to 5 and I was fucking drowning in the parts, I didn't know what was up. But by lunch I'd figured it all out, it was all about speed. So by the end of Thursday night, I could do 5 parts pretty much on my own consistently. It's cool and good that I can do all that because it means I get to keep my job (yes there's a possibility the could fire me if I couldn't do 5 parts in 5 days). But I don't particularly enjoy doing them like I thought I did.

People are also still consistently nosy. Not that I want to particularly go into my relationship status anywhere or even think about it because mostly I don't know how to describe it. I would say "friends with benefits" but that sounds really fucking cheesy to me. but that does a good job of summing it up. We'll be standing there talking and someone will come up "So are you two together?" "Is that your sister or your cousin or something?" "So, like, what's going on between you two?" . . . . "Oh we're just really good friends". . . . "But you're flirting with each other..." "Yeah, we do that." Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy it, and I like him and it's fun and nice and all those good descriptive words, but sometimes other people make it a huge fucking pain in the ass. And yeah, maybe my morals aren't the same as yours but you don't see me pushing mine on you, so leave me the hell alone. I will take whatever Karmic repercussions that this brings me.

I'm getting really close to seriously getting a tattoo...like the next step is the actual going and talking to the artist, whatever artist I choose, though I think first I'm going to Starrs. I'm going to be getting my Hollow Men tattoo in the crook of my right arm, all horizontal, facing me.

"Between the idea

And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow"

I must say, I'm fairly excited and I am making a good decision with getting this one first. It'll be a good determiner for pain and it's just words so there is not really anything artistically to fuck up on. I mean, how many people want to admit that their first tattoo was fucked up? No one, don't even try to answer the question in different way.
Okay, those are pretty much all of my secrets and happenings I have to spill. I think I'll probably have more tomorrow because I'll talk about IC. *sigh* but we'll see.