4 in the morning.

Saint Etienne Lyrics

4:35 In The Morning Lyrics

Hey baby
I've been up all night
Trying to make sense of my life


Day's breaking
Things are getting bright
After all this time


And any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happened to me


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


4:35 in the morning
I wish that you were here


So lately
I've been coming home
Sleepy, all alone


Don't hate me
Left here on my own
Staring at the phone


And any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happened to me


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


4:35 in the morning
I wish that you were here


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


I hear the phone
It's ringing loud
I'm coming alive


4:35
4:35


Yeah any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happenened to me


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


4:35 in the morning
4:35 in the morning
4:35


***Note, I have never listened to this song, but somehow the lyrics seem appropriate. (Probably because it's 4:03 now)


The fish got transfered to the new tank, he seems much happier.
but still not all better.

Hazel, the poor thing, looks alot better, but still pretty bad, the stitches have disolved. Poor girl. She seems much happier though, and almost eager to come out and take the antibiotics - so long as they are followed by yogurt chips (no surprise there.)

I'm not tired yet, but I should be. Lots of work to do still. I still have tons of stuff to do this weekend, and I haven't really started.

My check got sent to Dallas. :( Oh well. Thanksgiving was alright. Altogether, i would say I've had too much family lately, and I'm kindda ready for the break to be over. i need to do lots more work for IHS, so that I have spending money for Christmas, and my continuation of stockpiling for moving out in Janurary. (Yay!!!!) Still stressed, but cest la vie.

Anyhow, so I'm gonna attempt to get some sleep now, so I can do get up earlyish, and get lots of work done tomorrow. The down side of being in charge of your own working schedule is that you tend to put alot of other things higher up on the priority list due to the flexibility of working.

So sleep,
Goodnight,
Hoping for a good bedlam tomorrow,
Elizabeth.

4 in the morning.

Saint Etienne Lyrics

4:35 In The Morning Lyrics

Hey baby
I've been up all night
Trying to make sense of my life


Day's breaking
Things are getting bright
After all this time


And any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happened to me


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


4:35 in the morning
I wish that you were here


So lately
I've been coming home
Sleepy, all alone


Don't hate me
Left here on my own
Staring at the phone


And any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happened to me


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


4:35 in the morning
I wish that you were here


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


I hear the phone
It's ringing loud
I'm coming alive


4:35
4:35


Yeah any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happenened to me


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear


4:35 in the morning
4:35 in the morning
4:35


***Note, I have never listened to this song, but somehow the lyrics seem appropriate. (Probably because it's 4:03 now)


The fish got transfered to the new tank, he seems much happier.
but still not all better.

Hazel, the poor thing, looks alot better, but still pretty bad, the stitches have disolved. Poor girl. She seems much happier though, and almost eager to come out and take the antibiotics - so long as they are followed by yogurt chips (no surprise there.)

I'm not tired yet, but I should be. Lots of work to do still. I still have tons of stuff to do this weekend, and I haven't really started.

My check got sent to Dallas. :( Oh well. Thanksgiving was alright. Altogether, i would say I've had too much family lately, and I'm kindda ready for the break to be over. i need to do lots more work for IHS, so that I have spending money for Christmas, and my continuation of stockpiling for moving out in Janurary. (Yay!!!!) Still stressed, but cest la vie.

Anyhow, so I'm gonna attempt to get some sleep now, so I can do get up earlyish, and get lots of work done tomorrow. The down side of being in charge of your own working schedule is that you tend to put alot of other things higher up on the priority list due to the flexibility of working.

So sleep,
Goodnight,
Hoping for a good bedlam tomorrow,
Elizabeth.

An add-on

I don't know if any of you have seen it or not yet, but Richard's latest post is somewhat entertaining. I must say however, I can think of a few more 'party' games I would like to see on the list.

Beer with me, for I am neither as eliquent as Richard, nor am I as punny. (ha... Richard making a good pun, that's fun. J/K - I still love you Richard.) But anyhow... things to be added to the list of not-so-famous drinking games:

• Drink til you barf! (you can guess the rules of the game)
• Who can get drunk first? (You also probably know how this one works.)

Onto the actual games... if that's what you choose to call them.

• How many people were unfortunate enough to have gone and watched Drowning Mona? Maybe it was Killing Mona, I don't recall, it was pretty bad. But anyhow, so one of the main characters, in the beginning of the movie is playing a game during which he takes a knive, and stabs it betweeen his outspread fingers one after another, then back again, so that he is creating an arch then going back and forth on that arch. The point of the game is to go as fast as possible. So... the game:: start that game. For every full arch that is successfully made, have a shot. The first person to lose a finger or other body part is the loser, and also probably dead. Yay! Fun game.
  
  
  
• Next game... strip poker ... with alcohol. Yes... to appease all you silly people who are under the assumption that boobs are everything, there you go. The one problem is gonna be trying to get a girl to play with you. Anyhow, so the way this game works is every time a person wins, they take a shot. Then, the people who are naked feel alright, because everyone who isn't naked is too drunk to know who is naked anyhow.
  
  
• I'm particularly fond of the carnival games, so the next would have to be the saucer on the cup game. You get a bunch of shot glasses, fill them with different liquids, or the same if you choose. Then arrange small plates over the top of them, upside down. After this is done, you should spray Pam on them, or splash olive oil, or vegetable oil over the top of them to make it more difficult. Next, take some coins, and toss them at the cups. If you make it in a cup then, you have to drink it. (not the coin though.) This is where different -yummy drinks come into play. If you don't make it. Have a beer. It's all good, try again later. This is a good game for the host of the party to start, because when the party is over, they get to keep the money. When the people run out of money, you can try to convince them to start throwing bills at the cups. Convince them that dollar airplanes fly better than coins.
  
  
  
• BINGO!!!! Every time someone gets a bingo, they get a shot, every time someone gets a number, they take a shot. Every time someone loses, they take a shot. Everytime a number is called, they take a shot. So basically, the game will probably not make it to the end.
  

I believe that this is enough of me making fun of Richard now, so I believe I'm gonna let you all go now. So I'll catch you later. Enjoy your fun and games and stuff.

Goodnight, and remember, drink responsibly.... (or something like that)

Later,
Elizabeth.

Breaking Benjamin

WHOOOOO1!!!!!!!!!!!!

Breaking Benjamin is tomorrow night. I'm ready for it. Although, I must admit, I'm not as big a fan of Breaking Benjamin as I am of The Killers. The line up for tomorrow night is much better though. I'm pumped. I really want them to throw in The Killers too, but the concert is gonna rock. It's gonna be freakin' awesome.

EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Breaking Benjamin. Yay!


In other news, took Hazel up to the emergency animal center on Saturday, she spent the night up there, and came back with a furless cheek on Sunday afternoon. Puff is eating again now that Hazel is back. Hazel is eating again now that her cheek isn't the size of Montana. Busy week coming up/upon us... quiz wed. test on tuesday, 4-8P. yay! more time for a test I'm still not ready for.
that's about an hour per question just so you know.
Hazel goes to the vet tomorrow to get a tooth removed, and the abcess drained some more. She is looking pretty pathetic right now. But hopfully, this will make her feel alittle better. It's gonna cost me a small fortune, but you know, some people get electronics, I keep rabbits from dying. What can I say? I have this thing where I just sort of refuse to let an animal die if I can help it. There is no reason for a rabbit to die just because I don't feel like shelling out another paycheck. They deserve better.

anyhow, so I need to go give said rabbit antibiotic pill, and do some reading still tonight. Big day tomorrow.

Goodnight,
Elizabeth

Drug Testing... yech!

Okay, so as some to most of you know, I recently got obliged into a scanning job, or "utilities worker" job by my mother at her company. As all of you know, I've been working at KIPR for over a year and a half now. So, as a temporary, part-time employee of IHS (my mother's company of work) I have to get an Occupational Test done. Basically, from what I understand, this is simply a pee in the cup sort of drug test. There are a reasons that I don't like this idea, and none of them involve any threat of me testing positive for using drugs. (Imagine that, Meagan doesn't do drugs.... crazy!)
The first reason is integrity. I don't really understand what a company is trying to convey to it's employees when it forces them to get a drug test done in order to work at the company. It's basically, to me, like accusing you before they even know you. If they don't trust you, why do you work for them? That is, I'd rather work somewhere that pays me less, but actually trusts me. By forcing everyone to take a drug test, the company gives up it's integrity, and creates a bad model for all of it's employees. (What, you can't find your pen? Let's go through every desk so we can find it, or better yet, we'll do a lie-detector test and see who stole it.)
The second reason is well, come on. Peeing in a cup. That is so 70's. Now-a-days, we can find out whether you've done drugs or not by taking blood samples, or even by just taking one strand of hair. What is the point of peeing in a cup? Everyone who is taking the test knows that it is gonna happen in advanced, because they tell you to drink plenty of fluids, and so forth. If you wanted to crack down on drug use, you could/should test a strand of hair. You can get alot more information out of one strand of hair than you can out of urine. Hair has rings (of sorts) kindda like a tree. If you did drugs two years back, and your hair is long enough that the bit that grew out of your roots two years back is still there, they will know that you did drugs back then. A lot more stuff ends up noted in your hair than you'd think.
Finally, it's slightly infuriating that they don't believe you, or won't even consider it. What has our world come to that you don't trust anyone? Does a person's word not mean anything anymore? Honestly, I'd rather have a blood sample taken than pee in a cup because it's just infra dig to do so. (Yes, I am arrogant and stuff, but moreover, I'd lke to keep my dignity.) Hey, I remember back in the day, people were trusted. I didn't even have to take a drug test to work at KIPR. That is nice. Ahhh, those were the days.

Anyhow, enough of my rantings, I need to eat and get some work done.
Later,
Elizabeth.