Bubbles

So I'm here today to talk about one of the most helpless feelings you'll ever have. Here's the scenario, you're sound asleep in the middle of the night. It's pitch black in your room and you wake up for a second to shift how you are laying. Then, it happens. Your pillow falls off the head of your bed and you lie there for at least a minute thinking, "great, what the hell am I gonna do now, I don't have a pillow." Granted, you feel much better after you realize where your pillow went, but for those few seconds, you just feel helpless, lost, alone, scared, and you want your mommy. Now, this feeling can be devastatingly worse if you have a lofted bed that is more than 3 feet off the ground. As I found out my freshman year when my bed was lofted about 5 feet off the ground. My room mate was telling me the next day that he saw me straining to reach my fallen pillow from my bed. He found the sight all too funny, especially since I could only reach a

So I don't know if anyone has looked into the weather lately, but I'm confused. Why did winter take so long to get here, and why does it seem to have skipped Eau Claire? Well, the snow did anyway. We only got about 2 inches, whereas places like Appleton got a ton. As described by Curtis when asked how much snow they got, "not sure...it's all in drifts, no snow here....20 feet over there." But this, though it may seem so, is not the theme of my rant. My rant involves one, weather.com, and their neverending negative crappy news that I don't want to read. They're like the New York Times of weather. Let's just run through the temps for this weekend shall we? Here we go: Let's start with the present and go through the rest of the weekend. Right now: 10F Feels like -3F Friday 6am: 3F Feels like -16F Friday noon: 4F Feels like -17F Friday 6pm: 3F Feels like -12F Friday midnight: -3F Feels like -17F Saturday 6am:

Today marks my last day at Copps Food Center, and, assuming the rest of my life goes according to plan, my last day ever working in a grocery store. No more acting like you're happy to see the customer who's about to ask you for something you've never heard of. No more breaking things then trying to blame it on a customer so that the 3' tall 60 year old sanitation lady with grey hair that's dyed black but you can see the grey every other week between dye jobs will clean it up. No more "Where do you work?" - someone, "Copps" - Me (with my head hung low) No more hitting people in the face with large balls of plastic wrap, well I might continue this, but it won't happen as often. No more 6 pack of corn dogs, or fresh deli chicken, or hot dogs spinning all day, or dry chicken tenders on breaks. No more weekly paychecks. No more waiting for them to hire the next cute girl at the bank, only to find out that they hired a guy, why do they do that!?!