Things I don't like.

This is not my form of bitching. This is just a list of things that bother me or something. I don't know, I'm totally out of it right now because I'm dizzy and nauseous.
Speaking of which here are some things that make me nauseous:

• Watching someone else play a first person shooter. It's the camera angles. Portal particularly fucked with my head, but Fallout New Vegas isn't exactly Solitaire either.
• Riding in the backseat of a car.
• Riding in a car that's too low to the ground.
• Reading while riding in a car (or van for that matter.)
• Fiddling with my iPod while riding in a car.
• Digging in my purse for Pepto-Bismol while riding in a car because I'm already nauseous makes me more nauseous, especially if I can't find it.
• The smell of gasoline on a hot day, or the smell of automotive grease.
• Eating eggs, popcorn, fish or melted cheese too late at night.
• Too much sugar.

And here are some things that just bother me or that I find icky.

• Sitting down at a computer at the library and the seat being warm.
• Opening a bathroom stall just to see a turd or a tampon floating in the toilet.
• Stepping in the leavings of a goose or dog.
• My hair getting in my face when I'm trying to do something important, or when I'm trying to sleep or cuddle.
• Bad breath, whether I have it or someone else does. Especially morning breath, coffee breath and smoker's breath.
• Trying to drink a whole glass of (admittedly highly diluted) absinthe. I don't mind the taste of licorice in small doses but a glass full is too much. By the way, absinthe does not make you hallucinate... anymore.
• Gatorade. Even though I have to drink it right now because I think I might be dehydrated or something, just the fact that it's so salty is gross. Now if Gatorade tasted like limes I might not mind the salt.
• Getting really hot at night, because I can't sleep without something covering me, but I can't stay under the blanket when I'm too hot.
• Worms. Just worms in general. They're icky. Wyrms, however, are fine.
• Drinking out of the milk gallon. I mean, yeah, sometimes I'm too lazy to wash a glass, but the milk gets all caught up around the mouth of the jug and curdles so if you smell it it smells like it's spoiled even if you bought it yesterday. I also hate whole milk.
• Being touched or breathed on when I'm nauseous. It makes it worse, especially if the person or their breath is warm. I need cool, fresh air, a place to lay down on my back or stomach, and maybe a glass of cold (but not ice) water.
• When a certain very good friend of mine apologizes for everything and asks if things are okay and if she's offending anyone when she's being totally innocent and inoffensive. I love her to death, which is why this bothers me.
• My boyfriend raging at video games, especially at Starcraft II, Team Fortress 2, Mega Man games, or the story mode from Brawl.
• Taking a nap so I'll feel better and waking up feeling the same, but groggier and grumpier.
• Trying to purchase something right after a nap. I can't smile, be friendly and make eye contact with the cashier like I usually do, and I always mess up my M or my ss when I'm signing the receipt.
• Food prices at the University of Akron. A turkey wrap is HOW much?

Oh, and for a change of pace, here's a useful life hack. If you go to Starbucks, don't buy a pumpkin spice latte for God knows how much. Get a venti coffee for two dollars, which is less than a tall pumpkin spice latte. Add milk or half-n-half, the sweetener of your choice, and (here's the kicker) cinnamon and nutmeg, which should be provided free of charge (they are at the Starbucks at school.) Enjoy your "bargain spice latte"!

Come on come on, and tell me why you're starin'. Come on come on, it must be what I'm wearin'.

Fashion. Not only is it a great David Bowie track, it's also something very important to women, even those of us who claim not to be materialistic. For example, I'm not materialistic: I just like cool-looking stuff. I don't care about the price, brand name or (within reason) quality of the item, I just like to have unique possessions and unique apparel. One of the best places to get unique apparel is a thrift store. I've never understood why people are so grossed out by the idea of wearing someone else's clothing. It's easy to avoid getting nasty clothing from a thrift store: just don't buy something nasty-looking. And you really can't beat the price, especially with what my local thrift store chain, Village Discount Outlet, does on Mondays. Every item or piece of clothing has a tag of a certain color with the price written on it. Every day, two of those colors are half off, but on Monday, clothing with one specific color tag (for instance, today's color was orange) is 50 cents a piece. That's a GREAT deal. If you can get over the idea that another human being's body was once inside your clothing (which doesn't bother me, I wash clothes before I wear them anyway,) you can get some pretty awesome stuff for dirt cheap. Here's what I got today:

• A black and grey turtleneck sweater
• A Halloween-themed turtleneck
• A punk-rock British flag t-shirt
• A cute brown t-shirt with embroidery on it
• Two very nice pairs of jeans
• A black button-down shirt

If I had gotten all those at, say, JC Penney, it would have been quite expensive. Heck, even at Wal-Mart it would have been a lot. But my total from the thrift store was just over five dollars. Five dollars wouldn't have bought me the punk T-shirt if I'd bought it brand new.

In other fashion news, I've started selling Avon and mark. makeup, apparel, jewelry, etc. I'm not looking to be a millionaire here, but it'll hold me over until I get a "real job". It's not a cop-out, though, thank you very much. (Sorry, I'm still a little mad at my boyfriend for some things he said.) Anyway, I haven't got my website set up yet, but once I do, I'll put a permanent link on my blog homepage in case all you millions of readers out there want some glittery eyeshadow.