July 19, 2006
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i love rainy days.
ok dan, i am writing a blog. even though i have nothing really to write about. but i am good at randomly spewing forth useless conversation.
i am glad the mexican woman working at the bank today was nice... ( i managed to find probably the only predominantly spanish-speaking bank in madison. it was interesting. everyong was mexican. everyone.) and i liked her because she knew wtf she was talking about. i sat down at her little desk and i told her i was there because of some issues with my account. "first of all, i wanted to say that i was with this bank when it was first federal, and i've been banking here for around 9 years. and i've never had a problem, until the last week. when i had two problems" i told her about the first one--a check that the teller forgot to enter, but it got fixed in their little backup system where everything gets double checked. so that was fine. but this time, my account got overdrawn for some reason. after i gave her my spiel about what happened in the drive through on thursday afternoon, she looked at my account and saw that my account was overdrawn because the teller, who told me i couldnt take out $10 because i only had .41 (yes, i am this broke.) in my account, had withdrawn the $10 anyways, and didnt go back to fix it after i had left. if this hadn't happened, my account wouldnt have overdrawn. i'm glad that she could figure that out because it's way over my head, i had no idea why my account had overdrawn. so the lady was nice and said she would talk to the manager, who would be in tomorrow, and give me a call. since it was a teller error i would certainly be refunded for the $60 of overdraft fees. hooray. if i get a call tomorrow saying that the $10 that this chick's drawer was supposed to be over was not there, and essentially saying "too bad, we fucked up, but you're gonna pay for it" i am going to blow something up. probably that bank.
after i steal all the money from the vault. and am safely in mexico. then i will blow it up.
on another note, which is related, if you connect the dots, i am starting a commune. maybe in hawaii, with dan. maybe here. who knows what the future may hold. but this is a good idea, this one that i have. i hate money so much, and i have talked to several people who hate money just as much and would LOVE to live in a commune and live off the land, grow our own food, deal with corrupt society as little as possible... sigh! how lovely it would be. so i am in the market for a large farmhouse with lots of land for people to build their own little houses on, so that we can all live together like happy pagan hippies with kitties and doggies and a goat named francis. and maybe, someday, when we get used to it, we will switch to solar power and dig a well and be completely self-sufficient. maybe.
i am mildly handy, i have a highly handy boyfriend/future husband, i can cook when i want to, i clean like a motherfucker when i want to (and i'm fast about it, too. people have been amazed.) i am crafty and i have a college degree in art and design, so i can probably decorate like a motherfucker, too, when i want to.
or i could build a website, or something. yeah. that would be useful for a commune. a website. 
anyways my point is, i could do it. and i want to. so someday, children. you will have to knock on my door, miles from civilization, to reach me. scary.
upside--when world war 3 happens, we will have a lovely bunker. then we can repopulate the planet. no more stupid people! hooray!
in other news, i love my boyfriend, he is perfect, things at home are good, life is grand, i'm moving into my new awesome apartment with my new awesome roommates in less than a month, and i dont have to go back to school in september. YIPPIE!
