So...should I resurrect this or not?  'Tis a good question...

My phone died :(  Sad...

Don't worry though, I'm not going to be phoneless for long...I'm going to the Alltel store in the morning for a new phone.

So here's your chance everyone!  If you want me to call you, gimmie your number!  grey_fox_fanatic@yahoo.com is my email if you don't want to post it on here...

I'm also on Facebook and FurAffinity (SilverVixen).

Damn technology...

From your phoneless vixen,



Silver

So I just had an experience with a car full of...well they can only be called overgrown children.  I went to a concert as part of my Music Lab class.  I walked there, seeing both as I have no car and I also enjoy walks, especially on sunny, cool fall days like this before it gets really cold.

I was wearing my KoRn "i have issues" T-shirt and my red and black goth pants.  Typical fare for me.  I'm by no means a "goth"--as those who have met me will know.  But I enjoy the color black, and I like the style Tripp clothing makes.

Anyway, on my way home, I crossed the street by the Goodnow dorms, and heard a bunch of yelling and honking from a car a couple feet down the road.  I stopped after crossing to see what they were making such a ruckus about--if it was a loser buddy of theirs, a "hot girl" or just idiots being noisy.

Turns out it was me that had attracted their close-minded fascination.  And, in typical frat-boy, stay-in-the-box-like-all-your-friends thought fashion, they were honking and teasing at me.  As if to get a rise at me.  And in my typical "Fuck-you" fashion of not reacting to idiots like this, I stood and stared at them.

Silent, unmoving--just standing and looking at them like the were (and They WERE) all spazzing, epileptic retards (no offense to anyone who doesn't like the terms).

One asked if my outfit "was a costume"--which made me chuckle.  And one yelled out "Fuck You" in my direction, which confused me a bit--seeing as I hadn't said or done anything.  Maybe he was just jealous cause he really wanted a hot goth chick and knew his buddies wouldn't let him live it down if he did.   Or maybe they all wanted to get out of those frat-boy threads and wear something that made everyone look at them with less disgust and more intrigue--maybe those sideways hats were finally cutting off enough blood to their brains that their bodies were looking for any new fashion that didn't require them to wear such idiotic looks.  I don't really know.

As they drove off still yelling, another girl walking by said she was surprised I didn't go over and kick their ass for that.  I just calmly explained it wouldn't do anything to react like that, it would only encourage them on.  She did say she liked my pants though ^_^  That made me extra happy.

All I could think through the whole strange scene was that I hadn't seen maturity like that in men since...oh...Freshman year of High school?  That sounds about right.

Idiots

From your non-costumed, jealousy-inducing vixen,



Silver

Well I had a small work-related scare tonight.

First you must all know (for those of you who aren't informed of this already)--I work a half-shift on Monday nights, and fill in the missing four hours over the rest of the week (one hour extra each day).  Not too bad a deal.

So anyway, this being Monday, I was only there for 4 hours (starting at 7 PM leaving at 11)

I get there only to find out, no, I'm not spending 4 hours helping clean Cardwell--oh no.  I'm going to Stonehouse and doing that!

For anyone who hasn't followed my posts for any amount of time, Stonehouse takes 4 hours base minimum...and that's if you cut corners and only do the sheer basics.  Even then, you're running around like a cracked-up, strung-out, beheaded chicken trying to get everything done in that amount of time.

Well--after organizing my cart (since my darling coworker deemed it fit to ravage, ransack, and pretty much decimate my orderly cart)--which took 15 minutes--It was now 7:30.  I had to be done basically at 10:30 in order to get everything put away on time for my ride to get there.

Thankfully, in the middle of my race against the clock, my supervisor and another co-worker from Cardwell showed up to help me clean.  True, they scared the crap out of me by popping in without radioing to let me know they were there, but they were there to help, so no hard feelings.  Funny thing is, one of them can't use their left arm, and the other can't use their right arm.  So neither of them can really sweep or mop.  All I had left behind me was vacuuming and mopping.

Somehow everything got done, but good GOD it was a madhouse out there.  I think we got that building done in record time.

From your whirlwind-of-cleanliness of a vixen,



Silver

Nope--not dead...this is just the ubiquitous post to prove I'm still alive.

I donated blood the other day for the first time.  It went really well.  I only had one dizzy spell after donating--about an hour afterward.  But this really sweet lady helped me out.  She wet down a rag for my forehead while I rested with my feet lifted...and then went and got me a Gatorade to help me feel better.

After that I was fine--but MAN I ate a huge lunch.  I was just ravenous...I don't know if it was the donation or the day in general.

So now--I have just a faint bruise left on my arm...it's fading surprisingly quickly knowing how easily I bruise.

But yea...still alive ^_^

From your "bleed-purple" vixen,



Silver