Home Alone without the screaming

With my parents camping in the mountains until Monday, I am alone here. I have to do everything for myself, including administering the antibiotic eyedrops for the chalazions that had been irritating my right eye since November. And if that wasn't enough, the weather's not very good. There was a power flash just now.

Later today, I might go to the mall to see the iPhone crowd. I'm considering getting a video of everything, if I can get a good angle. The Apple store is on the second floor, across from a corridor on the east side of the food court. It might work.

It rocked my boat!

Apologies for the cheesy headline there. Yesterday, I went with my friends DJ and Jeff to see Evan Almighty, the long awaited sequel/part two/spin-off/continuation/whatever you want to call it of Bruce Almighty. I read bad reviews from the Associated press and the N&O's own Craig D. Lindsey, who hardly ever likes anything, but I heard the same things about Fun with Dick and Jane and that one was excellent. So was this one. It's hard to explain, but it's completely worth seeing, even if you haven't seen Bruce Almighty or don't believe in God or whatever. This vague rave review brings me to one of the great paradoxes of our time: Despite the belief that God created the Heavens and the Earth, those who believe in Him the most don't seem to want to take care of His creation. Take Scotland County, for instance. As anyone who has read my previous blog posts or has seen the back of my car will know, Scotland County may be the future home of the largest dump in the south. Laurinburg, Wagram, Gibson, and Laurel Hill are your basic southern towns, where the local churches are the "places to be" and even the college has "Presbyterian" in the name. So, wouldn't they want to take good care of God's green Earth? And that's just one.

Speaking of Laurinburg, I am considering transferring to Wake Tech. Why? There's a long list of reasons why, including the aforementioned Mega Dump, plus the hazardous drive on I-95 between Lumberton and Fayetteville. I have applied and have been accepted, and I will register for classes later this week.

The upstairs AC appears to have given up the ghost, so I'm sleeping on the couch, hopefully just for one more night. I don't know why air conditioners break on Fridays, aside from the cheap pun.

Quintuple Greenpoints

There was a coupon in Sunday's paper, saying if one spent $75 at Lowes Foods by Tuesday and used their Greenpoints Card, they would get double greenpoints. $100 merited triple greenpoints, and $150 equaled quintuple (5X) greenpoints. I decided, along with my master shopper of a Mom, to take them up on that offer. We went to the local Lowes and started shopping. After going for the staples, we looked on every aisle for something that we could use to bump up our total. I stocked up on my favorite peanut butter, picked up some grape juice, and looked for some rare corn chips that had appeared, disappeared, re-appeared years later, then vanished again. At the checkout, we had a total of $141. Getting some extra items, we finally went over the necessary total with some conveniently-placed batteries. So, we gained about 8000 greenpoints. That should be good for almost two free gallons of milk. It's not exactly the Healthy Choice pudding guy, but I sure think it's an interesting story.

My Uncle David is in the area, and we might go to a Mudcats game Thursday night. Among other places, I have applied to Sharper Image, which I hope, assuming I get the job, gives employee discounts.

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Don't worry, I've calmed down.

I'm still pretty steamed, though. Anyways, I don't seem to have mentioned getting two letters from a mysterious company called Vector Marketing, one for Jake and one for Jacob. They offered me a job at their Raleigh office. I kept putting it off, but I eventually called, scheduling an interview for 4:45 PM today. This morning, I was cramming for what to do at a job interview, and one site mentioned "Learn everything you can about the company." I am in their debt, when I found that the job they were offering would be none other than selling CutCo Knives. That's right, those knives that sales-guys demonstrate in your own kitchen. So, after consulting my parents, I canceled the interview. So, I'm hoping that Target will call.

My Uncle David is coming on Wednesday, and it's rotten luck that his name is on the No Justice-- uhh, excuse me-- No Fly List. The guy may be indulgent, but he is definitely no terrorist. Even worse luck, his wife, Aunt Martha, has a job that has taken her from Lake Charles, LA to Wilmington, DE, then on to Brussels, and will soon take her to Mumbai. That's right, India. I'm not saying that's bad, but he has to fly to Raleigh. Anyway, he's staying across the hall from the 6th to the 16th.

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