So Michael Jackson died today, along with Farrah Fawcett. A little weird, I suppose, but major celebrities just seem to die young so often. Michael Jackson was pretty fucked up at some points I guess, but it certainly doesn't stop him from being some sort of pop legend. He does have some truly great songs. MTV was doing a tribute to him by playing all of his music videos. We watched Thriller all the way through. I think it's a comforting thought to realize that we still remember people the way we should - for all of their good points rather than their bad. People will still talk about the skin color change and the nose jobs and the nose melting off his face, and the weird stories from his Neverland Ranch, but what will truly hang on are his songs. Music is great that way. It keeps on keeping on, forever. It changes through time, but yet it's still a constant. I don't get people who rarely ever listen to music. It's like a necessity in my life. If I don't have any music, I'm lost.

STRESS!!

Look, there's another title. Rather fitting, seeing as I am massively stressed and frustrated with the way things are going lately. I am backward and forward, one town to another, and I don't know what to do next. I suppose it's better than being bored, but it is grating on me. I just took a shot. Thank you, Jagermeister, for calming me down.
It's true, I would not drink nearly so much if I didn't work at a package store, but I figure that I am young and I may as well have fun while I can. It's entertaining to me, the myriad of different drinks that you can buy. Really, it doesn't matter, if you consume enough of any one of them, you have reached a common end. Pick your poison baby, and drink it till you can't taste it anymore. It's really rather fun though, to try different kinds, and have some things that are really delicious rather than cheap, etc. You do begin after a while to drink for the taste rather than the feeling. I feel as if it is an adventure. I like trying new things, and while there are some things I won't touch with a 50 foot pole (i.e. Boone's Farm, Daily's Alcohol Already In It! Strawberry Daiquiri, Colt 45 Malt Liquor, Bukoff Vodka, etc.), there are plenty of affordable things to drink that are rather tasty. I enjoy being able to tell the differences between beers and have a general knowledge of them. The wine is a bit more confusing, but even that I have developed a taste for. Hard liquor is the only thing I am still picky about, and I drink far less of it than I did when I was, say, 18 and had just started drinking. Anyway - sometimes I stand at work and think of how many people you could kill with all the booze in there. We get slow sometimes on weeknights, and I get bored. The amount of alcohol in that store is enough to give thousands upon thousands of people alcohol poisoning. I really truly wonder...if you took all the booze in the store, and served it to people in one night - enough to give them alcohol poisoning, how many people would that be? There is no clear cut answer and will never be, but it's still an intriguing question. Obviously it's one of those things that could probably be estimated with time and some careful mathematics, but the fact remains that every single person is different, so there are some people who would get alcohol poisoning from just a little booze and some who would take much much more. Definitely the regulars who come in every day and buy a whole handle of coffee brandy would have a much higher tolerance than the lady who buys three little tetras and a couple of wine coolers once in a while.
The variance in tolerance of people does not just vary with alcohol, but with anything. As always, there are some people who always have a smile on their face, and some, when asked how they are doing, instantly scowl and say nothing. I guess that's why it's so hard to test things to begin with, because of so much variability in the population. Different opinions, different intelligence levels, different healthiness levels...it all becomes very confusing when you start to think about little details. I suppose that it doesn't matter really, since even if we were able to figure out how many people we could poison in one night with a lot of booze, it wouldn't really make any difference in how much or how little people choose to drink, and it certainly wouldn't solve any problems except that my curiosity about the matter would be appeased, and I'd have a very interesting little fact to tell people at parties.

New car, bitches,and hot men

I came up with a title for this entry. I'm rather proud of myself. Appropriate? Very. I'm also in a very good mood - I guess getting a new car can do that for you. New to me, old to someone else, but really it's like new. It is, predictably, exactly the car I never thought I would buy, but I, predictably, did the unpredictable thing and bought it because I love it. That was confusing, but if you think about it, it makes sense...I am predictably unpredictable. Look how smart I can be at 1:30 am! Buying cars is a funny business. Everyone has an opinion about it. Buy this because it's better, blah blah blah. Then they tell you a story about how they had that kind of car and it was terrible but buy this one instead. It makes sense that people are like this - after all, buying a car is never a good investment, and so people have to compete with each other to show that they made the best investment when really, all we are doing is spending money on something that will never go up in value unless you own a classic mustang or something that you never drove and is still in mint condition. I'm not interested in the whole "investment" part of it...and I also realized that the more I looked at cars, the less interested I was in other people's opinions of them. One of my old friends used to say that opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. Of course. There will always be someone trying to rain on your parade without actually looking like they are raining on your parade. We humans have some weird thing that makes us want to compete with each other and secretly show the other guy up. It gives us some sort of satisfaction to know that we did better, scored higher, look better than someone else. It's pretty fucked up if you think about it, but find one person who isn't actually like this and you've found someone who has fooled everyone into thinking that they aren't like that when in fact they are probably more like this than the other people who aren't so adept at hiding this covert operation. Really though, not caring is essential to dealing with these problems, and I am right now feeling light and airy and free and wonderful because I finally accomplished something that I have been wanting to do and needing to do for a long while.

The bitches part of this entry needs not be as long as the new car discussion - bitches are bitches and that is pretty much it. Most bitches don't think they're as bitchy as they are, and most of the problems they have that they try to solve with bitchiness could have been dealt with much more effectively in an "un-bitchy" way. It's amazing how simple some things are, but how complicated people make them.

Hot men are also a pretty uncomplicated thing to discuss. For whatever reason, tonight I had a deluge of hot men come through my line at the package store I work at. One after the next after the next. I guess that contributed a bit to my good mood. I did have one annoying customer tonight, a guy who was clearly at least in his late twenties stood at the one closed register while he waited for his friends to pay for their huge cart full of booze and pressed the green enter button on the pinpad. Over. And Over. I did my best to not say anything, because I really couldn't think of anything nice to say. As I rang up his friends, all that was audible was *beep* *beep* *beep* beep*. He was clearly very pleased with himself. His friends ignored him. They seemed practiced at it, obviously much more practiced than me. He left, as his friends were yelling at him to get going, but not without one more *beep* and a satisfied smug grin directed toward me. I could just feel it. He was just waiting for me to say something. The only thing that crossed my mind was, *Should I offer him a lollipop so he will stop doing that because seriously, only a fucking five year old would do something that annoying continually and think it was socially acceptable behavior.* Actually, as I consider it now, a five year old would probably lose interest after two beeps. Not this guy. He was in it for the win. He won, of course. The most annoying customer of the night award. Of course, all the hot men made up for it. Generally, my line is filled with old people, sleazy drunks, and couples who are just a few years older than me but look like they've let themselves go. Not tonight. Tonight was eye candy night for me. If only it would happen every night I worked, maybe I could completely forget about juvenile men who must push buttons to amuse themselves, and of course...bitches.

Everyone has to grow up sometime I guess, so here I am with a shiny new blog to go on and on in. My old one got very tired. This blog is untitled so far owing to the fact that I can't ever think of appropriate titles. My brain is fried anyway since I have been doing nothing exciting but cleaning and laundry. Life can't be glamorous all the time I suppose. There are a million and one things I would love to say, but I guess it's time to go get out of my apartment and reward myself for all my hard work today by going to the shop, drinking some beer and watching people blow things up. C'est la vie - I can never decide if I love my life or hate it, but today and for the moment, for whatever reason, my life and I are in perfect harmony.