Shut your eyes and think of somewhere

I don't like how the background color looks on the computer at work. It looks like green poop. Poop! (One of my favorite quotes from the semester, after my science teacher read us a book about poop and asked us why she would read us such a book... Amanda V. says, "Because... kids like poop?" And yes, kids do like poop!)

Instead of making a grocery list at work, I decided to make a blog entry. I don't really have anything prolific or profound to say, though, unfortunately. So instead, some ramblings that have crossed my mind.

It's become habitual to say "salud" instead of "bless you" or some alternative whenever anyone sneezes. Why do I do this? I used to watch The Sopranos and noticed that they used "salud" instead of blessing things. Salud means health! When toasting, they'd toast to salud. And in Spanish class whenever anyone sneezed, that was the preferred response.

I've become increasingly contemptuous of organized religion over the past five years, and asking for god to bless someone when they show a symptom of ill health seems hypocritical to me. And I have to be cooler than saying "gesundheit," because I can't even spell that without looking it up. So "salud" it is for me. I enjoy it.

In other news, I'm done with school for the semester. I got my first grade back, an A. Yay? I've been working a lot in preparation for paying my rent and credit card bill for the month, as I still stubbornly refuse to carry a balance on my bill. I can't destroy my amazing credit. It's going to be tight, but I'm going to be good. Without school, I've checked out half a dozen books to keep me occupied. At work, it's a little too easy to just sit on the internet and bum around all day, though. Making copious amounts of money. :)

I have a feeling that the next week is going to fly by. Zac's going to be back east visiting his family for the holiday, and although I'm going to miss him while he's gone, I know that the time between when he leaves and when he comes back on the 27th is going to pass in the blink of an eye. Things are good with that, though. Really good.

Life is good.