Poetry & Prozac

I have two things to discuss with you, dear flist.

First, birthday planning and travel related matters.

I got frequent flier miles for Christmas \o/. They expire mid-April. So. What I am thinking is trekking to New York in March-ish, crashing with my wordsaremyfaith and pestering those of you who are willing to have me.

Then, for my birthday, I am thinking of coming back out for Bamboozle in May (and probably bookending that with a couple of days on either side).

The rest of my May and June are pretty booked up, so my thoughts were Vegas hangouts with West Coasters and whoever else wants to come out in July.

All of this pending tour dates of course (most especially the July bit, as we already know about Bamboozle and I doubt that anything new will happen in March.)

So thoughts/feelings/emotions on these plans are welcomed.

Secondly, I have so far not written one word for getyourwordsout /o\. So if you all would be so kind as to give me prompts, I would be eternally grateful.

Things that suck right now:
* migraine
* my second cold in a little over a month. (I never get sick, guys. I mean, migraines, yeah, but actual illness, no. SO not fun).
* My house-sitting people coming home early and not needing me. $50 =/= the promised $150. Try again, universe.
* Fall Out Boy randomly adding a Sacramento show (that I cannot go to).

Things that are awesome:
* The reason that I cannot go to the Sacramento show is that that is the night ZOEY IS COMING TO VISIT! And then we are going to Vegas for the last YWT show and meeting up with a bunch of other awesome people. (Also, possibly we might go to the San Diego show depending on if we can figure out transportation/a place to stay for the night before Vegas).
* Fall Out Boy covering Green Day's "Basketcase" !!! You GUYS. I got that album (tape, even, I had it on TAPE) for my 10th birthday. It was my first grown-up music. "Basketcase" is *my song*. I love Fall Out Boy so much for covering it, you don't even know. Now someone find me an mp3 rip! Um, please?
* I totally have a part-time job editing copy for the Laguna Beach Independent! It's like 4 hours a week working from home, but it is INCOME, doing something I LOVE. And I can totally do it while I do my post-Thanksgiving adventuring, so, YAY.

At "work".

Instead of playing with babies, I'm playing receptionist. (It always feels like that too, like I'm playing office, pretending to be a grown-up. I did this part of working at the preschool one summer and it never really stopped feeling like cheating. Answering the phone and checking my flist all day, I can do that.)

Anyway, the point is that I'm here for a couple more hours and if people wanted to post or comment to keep me occupied, that'd be rad.

...please?

ETA 1: My grandfather just called. I answered the phone "[Preschool], this is Kelsey" and he was all "Hi, Kelsey, I thought I was calling the school." "...You are." Anyway, he was calling to tell my mom that he thinks his cat ran away. Because that's the kind of thing you call your daughter at work for. Not that she's actually, you know, *here* or *working*.

ETA 2: Everyone who works here is an idiot.
Lupe was in the office earlier. She asked me if I'd ever been to the beach. Um, yes? Frequently, in fact. She was trying to tell me about some beach her kids went to, one with a funny name. Uh. "Carlsbad? Corona Del Mar? Newport? Huntington? Laguna? San Clemente? Redondo?" She made a gesture that was possibly to indicate northward and then thought, maybe, possibly Laguna. Her kids said it was a really good beach (I disagree. Of the 3 best known O.C. beaches it's my least favorite, but whatever). Then she wandered off.

Berna just came in on her break. We chatted a little bit. She left. She came back. She said "That plant outside almost looks like corn." "...It is corn." "Oh, really?" The corn is six feet tall. It has ears growing. There's a whole little vegtable garden outside of the office. Granted, this is the same garden another teacher told the children we were growing pumpkins when they are actually obviously-striped watermelon. This place is awesome.

ETA 3: Retired Mr. Beard is here. Has been all week. He's been chatting at the boss for half an hour now, which is impressive as she's only been back for 35 minutes and she's leaving for lunch in 10 more minutes. Things we've all learned: He does not carry a purse, he goes to a lot of conferences, he never throws anything away, he is in charge of pretty much everything ever, he is concerned about whether the (damn) corn will be able to cross-polinate even though it already has ears because there is only one stalk. At least he has not passed along any (new) TMIs about his daughter's pregnancy. Yet.

...and I'm out!