Rammstein Odyssey Part 2: Being Tourists

I got 4 hours of sleep the night before, having gone to bed somewhere around 11:30 p.m. and waking up at 3:30 a.m. I had to get up at 5:00. Given how long I've waited for this, I was thankful for having gotten that much sleep!


After filling up BFF's truck and getting some breakfast, we departed from RVA around 7:30 a.m. The journey north was uneventful; traffic wasn't an issue until we got near D.C. but what else is new. D.C. traffic is a clusterfuck all the time. We finally arrived in Baltimore around 11:30.

M&T Bank Stadium, where the Baltimore Ravens play, greeted us as we entered the city.

We couldn't check in at the hotel yet though (which was conveniently a block and a half away from the venue!), so we set out to be tourists and dominate the city like bosses.




The first thing we needed to do was EAT. We were both starving upon arrival, and found this lovely place called Tir Na Nog Irish Bar and Grill. We sat outside as we had PERFECT weather (72 and sunny), and enjoyed fish and chips and, naturally, a pint.

Once our stomachs were satisfied, we decided to rage onboard the USS Torsk, which was the last American naval vessel to sink an enemy warship in WWII.

At 6'6", Kenny had trouble getting through the sub.

I wanted to steer.

Sadly, we couldn't access the conning tower, so I was unable to get on the periscope and yell "Schneller! Schneeeelllleeerr!"

After wandering around for a bit more, we checked in and immediately set to work uploading our visual documentation onto Facepage...while rockin' out to Evile and Five Finger Death Punch. Yes, we prepped for a Rammstein concert with 5FDP. I do not regret this.

At about 5 p.m., we set out for dinner, which was appropriately at the Hard Rock Cafe. Next stop, 1st Mariner Arena!

Lots of Sex Appealing

Rammstein Odyssey Part I: Mohawks

OK so, we're all set to go see Rammstein right? Tickets were bought, hotel booked, we're good right?!

WRONG

We needed to get our hair did!

So we fired up Leroy and made the trip to Chester so my amazing aunt Lisa could give us a proper Mohawk!

We are total BAMFs.





















Of course, ours could never compare with Till's.

Es Kommt Die Zeit

Tomorrow is a big day. We leave at 0630 for Baltimore. I've just had my sleep medication (a 16 oz. Coors Lite). Let's hope I can sleep.

Musings

Thank you, Blogger, for not alerting me to your new format. At least Facepage tells you when it's going to turn your shit upside down and/or sideways!
I digress.

Leroy went in for his annual state inspection earlier this week. He passed as usual, but he's beginning to show his age. The bulb behind the tachometer is burned out, which will cost $100 to replace, he'll need all new tires next year, and the clear coat on his tail gate is beginning to bubble up in some places. Allow me to brag a moment: Nearly 10 year old Toyota, 80,100-something miles, and only cosmetic issues. Like I said, I will drive him til the engine falls out; he'll probably last that long too.

I do wish customers would realize that the answer "Yes, except for the free stuff/big pile of money" is not acceptable when asked if they found everything ok. It's not funny. It never was. It does not make you clever. It makes me go >:|. Please stop it.

Also, if you're on WIC, you should be familiar with the process involved to conduct the transaction. I have a procedure that I must follow in order to process your WIC check. I know it's tedious and takes longer than everyone would like, but it can't be helped. You have no right to complain about how long it takes to process the transaction.

I wish I knew why cats seem unable to walk in a straight line. Every time I leave the kitchen on my way to my room, here comes Piggy walking diagonally along the hallway into my room. He goes from right to left, and always manages to intersect my path at some point. This is especially unnerving when I have my coffee in my hand. One day, I will trip over him and end up in the hospital because I've broken something.






And I got a little creative the other night. I should show this to the customers who exhibit the above behavior(s).

Titanic

Tonight is the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. This ship has captivated people's interest since, well, since it happened.

I'm never "on time" with seeing movies and such, I always seem to see them after they're already out on home video. So I didn't see the movie Titanic until a year after its release to theaters. I liked the movie so much (my sister as well), that we wore it out. The second tape was so worn out it wouldn't play after awhile. Anyway, my 12 year old self was enthralled by this, and thus began the research. Of course I'm no expert, but I acquired quite a large amount of knowledge on the subject. I still remember most of it, actually.

But the event itself wasn't the only thing that caught my interest. There was a certain man in uniform who stole the show, in my opinion. Not only did I develop my first ever celebrity crush, but I, at 12 or 13 years old, made the decision: "I want to do what he does. I want to be an actor." So I began taking drama classes throughout the rest of my school years, up until senior year of high school, when my interests drifted in a different direction. I was in 2 plays in 8th grade, which were two of the best experiences I've had in my life. Sadly, I was not quite able to land a part in any of my high school's plays. :/ Point is, this man changed my life, for I believe that had it not been for him, I would not have taken drama classes at all, thus I may never have come out of my shell. He may not occupy mind like a certain German does, but he will always have a place in my heart because of that (and I still think he's fucking adorable!).



So, dear readers, here is the man, in probably the most INTENSE 5 minutes ever, that so captivated my adolescent self, and even to this day motivates me to go after what I want in life.

Excuse the bad audio, it was the best one I could find.









And here's another, because I feel like it. Best fan tribute ever.

I Should Just Stick To Till

Sooo...been staring at this screen for nearly an hour trying to find the words to put here, and I can't find them. I am truly at a loss for describing what's going through my head. All I can say it's quite the clusterfuck. I thought I'd finally found my slice of happiness, and that fish was caught before I could even cast my line. Not sure how to deal with it.


So basically it's like this:

Getting blitzed has it's appeal, but so does having a nice hot shower and letting it all go. I'm torn.

Easter

Congratulations on going to church one of the two days you go every year. You're surely going to heaven now! I don't normally care about people's religious concerns but my newsfeed on Facepage is basically "LOL I totally went to church it was awesome!1!!@" Good for you; you want a cookie?

I spent my Easter in bed, with an unfortunate lack of chocolate bunnies and Cadbury eggs. My mom did send me a card though. And Piggy tried to take over my pillow, was unsuccessful, so he migrated under the covers and wheezed away.

Tales From 4476

Story time! :D

OK so, last night I was working in the cereal and snacks section. Around 4:30 a.m., this family comes down the cereal aisle and is presumably debating on which cereal to buy. They have a small child with them, who is probably like, 3 or something. So family is debating, and their kid is just...staring at me. I'm sitting on a milk crate stocking the bottom shelf with Great Value Corn Flakes, and she's standing like 2 feet away from me, staring at me like I have 3 heads, which is a surprisingly common occurrence when I encounter children. She keeps asking her mom "Who is that?" until her mother finally says "I don't know honey we don't talk to strangers." And they leave. I couldn't help but stop what I was doing, look at the ceiling, and say "FFS I work at Walmart, not out of a white, windowless van with 'Free Candy' written on it!" Not that I was offended but come on! By the way, if you sit and stare at me, I won't speak to you regardless because you're creeping me out and it makes me very uncomfortable.


And now I'd like to make a public service announcement: When we are on break, we are customers too. During this past week, our manager told us of this one lady who called up the store to complain about us. She claimed we were rude and unhelpful to her (which manager didn't believe at all), and had the nerve to complain that we didn't let her cut in front of us at the register. Excuse me. We are on our break. We get 15 minutes. When I am standing in this check out line with my bottle of Gatorade and perhaps a 3 Musketeers, I am a customer just as you are. My navy T-shirt does NOT give you the right to cut the line, treat me like dirt, or act like I am your servant. My badge says "Jenny" NOT "peon." Now get your snotty, entitled ass in the BACK OF THE LINE and wait like everybody else.

Even The Hyenas Stay Away

We Rammstein fans like to consider ourselves a group of rational, tolerant folks. I mean we'd need to be, considering this band has fans all over the world. But even we have the bottom-of-the-barrel dregs to deal with. Allow Mufasa to explain:

You know your site sucks when Rammstein fans are sharing this all over Facepage.

Confessions Part 2

So I've got half a bottle of Schmitt Söhne Riesling and Agalloch's "Not Unlike The Waves" on repeat. Let's see what comes out of my brain.

I really need to clean up my room. I have crap in here, some of it still boxed up, that I haven't touched since we moved in last August. It's bugging the shit out of me, but as usual I'm finding it hard to get motivated to sort through it and get rid of what needs to be gotten rid of.

Which makes me think this post should be about my bad habits, because we all have them, and what better time to reflect on them than 1:30 in the morning!

First off, I procrastinate like a mofo. I've always done it. Granted, not with important things like making payments or getting Leroy in for his state inspection, but with other stuff, like housework. I'll be all "Yeah, totally gonna clean the bathroom today." Then I'm like, "Gonna do it after I watch this movie." Then it's "Gonna do it after I play Deus Ex!" Before I know it, it's 8:00 a.m., I'm dead tired from being up since 2 p.m. the previous day, and I'm like "Screw it, I'm gonna go to bed!" I procrastinated my way through school and community college. But I did get my work done; in that respect it was like I worked better under pressure.

I have a temper. Granted, I have a very long fuse, but when it finally get to the end, well, I don't even know how to describe it. It's scary. I've only gotten that way twice in my nearly 26 years, and it scared the shit out of me (and obviously the person on the other end). The absolute worst thing you can do is back me into a corner. I hazard to guess the only good thing that came of it was that the other person realized how wrong they had been, and apologized at some point. I guess sometimes it takes you chewing someone a new one for them to get it. :/ Oh and a warning, not that I truly believe in astrology, but being a Leo, I may forgive, but I don't forget. Not saying I hold grudges necessarily, but don't be an outright douche to me and then expect me to shake your hand afterwards.

I'm stubborn and hard-headed. But to an extent I know to pick my battles, and I know when I've lost one. I fought my co-manager on the whole electronics issue for 2 months. He basically lectured me one night, which I did NOT like, but eventually I grew to accept the way things are and were going to be. That doesn't mean I have to like it though. ;) Sometimes I still want to express my grievances regarding that (like him having another associate put out new releases who doesn't know how!), but I've come to realize that in this case, things will go more smoothly if I bite my lip...as painful as that may be for me.

I can get pretty irritable when I'm sick or in pain, although I suspect most people are like that when they're ill. I don't mean to be grouchy, but when you're sick for a few days or a week you get frustrated. Thankfully it's rare that I get legit sick.


I know I've been doing a lot of self analyzing since I started this, but it does help me. I've had difficulty accepting myself in the past because until now, it was as if nobody outside of my family accepted me. Actually, there are some family members that still don't accept me. But whatever...their problem, not mine. Yes, I'm insecure and socially awkward at times. I still struggle with self-confidence. But this has been good (and cheap) therapy for me.

Now that I've moved out and found an outlet, I'm slowly starting to know myself, my limitations, and most of all accept myself.

To Stretch Or Not To Stretch

So, I'm contemplating on stretching my earlobe piercings. I'm currently at 14g, which is 1/16". For comparison, a standard ear piercing is done at 18g. I don't plan on going huge; I feel that 0g (5/16") would be the perfect size for me.

Here's a handy dandy reference for you:

Why would I want to do this? Well, mainly because even though 14g is a common size, there's not a whole lot of variety of ear jewelery available in this size. Most jewelery of this size is more commonly worn in facial piercings. All of the really nice or awesome jewelery comes in the bigger sizes.

Stuff like this:

Feedback is welcome, but if you're going to tell me that it's disgusting or whatever, you may put that opinion elsewhere. Somewhere dark and cavernous.