Fire, snow, whatever.

So I’ve come to the realization that I’m a fontist. I also make up words.

I’m a fontist because there are certain fonts that, no matter what you say, I won’t take you as seriously as someone with a font I like. There’s this guy that I’ve known for a long time, and I usually can’t stand talking to him over messengers because he uses big, bold Comic Sans MS. Some things he says drive me NUTS, but when he uses a different font he’s much easier to tolerate. Does anyone else have this problem? If I see any diaries with that font I can’t read them (unless I know the person or they are particularly compelling). There are a few other fonts I feel that way about, but I don’t really want to get into it right now.

My immune system is still under attack. The front line has moved from my throat to my head–I feel all stuffy so I can only assume the big battle is going on in there right now. I still feel pretty crummy but now it’s more of an annoyance than actual pain. I guess my little nephew (very little, only 5 months old or so) brought the dreaded disease back with us from Georgia, but his was some sinus infection that turned into an ear infection, and the sinus pressure caused eye leakage. Seriously, so gross. I naturally felt panicked when I felt a twinge of pain in my left ear last night. I hope this doesn’t turn into something more gross because I don’t have health insurance and know that ear infections suck a lot.

See, this is what happens when you hang out with babies! There should be PSAs warning against such behavior.

Kidding. Sometimes. Well, I’m not kidding about all babies. There are a few babies though that are cool (nephews in particular).

So, Sunday at work I spent a long time trying to build a fire. I think I mentioned this. Anyway, when I went to work yesterday someone asked if I would like some Fire Building 101, because she apparently found the trash and half-burnt logs I left on Monday. I said yes. The lady taught me very well, and I even made a diagram for future reference:

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I know my writing isn’t as good as it usually is there, but I was going for a concept.

I was supposed to have this weekend off, but one of the dudes just called to see if I’d be interested in helping out with cross country ski rentals this weekend. I said ‘SURE’ (yeah, I yelled at him) because I get bored and also need money. They’ll just have to train me on what sizes of boots and skis each person gets, and operating the cash register and keeping track of fees correctly. I basically just have to call at 9 a.m. and see how busy they are and when they want me to come in. I bet the people at my work are glad that I don’t have a boyfriend and have an empty bank account, because I’ll pretty much do whatever they want.

So, a few weeks ago I mentioned something about a new job. I called them around 1230pm yesterday and left a message but the lady hasn’t gotten back to me yet. This really isn’t something I’m concerned about, because there are apparently extra hours available at my other job that isn’t a minimum wage cashier job. So whatevs.

Oh, I haven’t done laundry in awhile, and apparently can’t this week either. I usually go to my mom’s house and do it but now my stepdad won’t let me (or rather, my mom has to ask for his permission to make sure it won’t make him mad). I know, one load of laundry every week and a half or so is really going to break the bank. I’m not trying to be a selfish whiner, he just isn’t very nice most of the time to my mom and sister.

So… clothes are pretty much clean unless they stink (or have huge spots of dirt, food, unmentionables), right? And then you can just spray them with Febreze on your way out the door?

I can’t think of what else I wanted to say. I might update later if I manage to walk around with my camera. We’re apparently under a winter storm warning–2 inches of snow today, 2-3 more tomorrow. I sometimes wish I owned a monster truck instead of a small car that apparently likes sliding around on the snow/ice/invisible stuff at every opportunity.