I love My Chemical Romance, and my new job is OK.

So Thursday night I attended the My Chemical Romance concert in New Hampshire, and holy shdfkdsndfjhfsjdf it was so amazingly great. I couldn't believe how close up to the stage I was. I thought for sure that I would get stuck in the very back of the floor, squinting in between people's heads to see the band. But no! I had a great view, and AGHHH it was just so awesome. Well, the SHOW was awesome, and the BAND was awesome, but grrrrrrrr I fucking HATE mosh pits. This was the first floor show I've been to (with the exception of AFI in Rhode Island, but that was at a small venue, and even though I was standing on the floor, I wasn't down where all of the moshers usually are), and unfortunately I will be attending two more this year. I had no idea just how crazy it actually is. I mean, there were idiots pushing and shoving and jumping around like epileptic idiots - even to the slower songs! WTF. Nate did his best to protect me from these insane people, but at one point he got pushed aside and somebody managed to shove me about five feet into another crowd of people. After that, it kind of hurt to breathe for a while. Oh well. BUT IT WAS GREAT! The concert, I mean - not the idiots down on the floor with me. The real annoying thing about general admission at concerts is the fact that you get smushed to the point that you cannot even move, and the girl who is standing in front of you has her hair in your face. But anyway...yeah, it was the best concert I have ever been to, and I cannot fucking wait to go see them again in May, because not only are they coming to MAINE, but MUSE is going to be with them and I LOVE Muse so much. Gah. I'm such a fangirl when it comes to music sometimes. I'm pretty sure Nate gets annoyed by my adoration for MCR. But he is a sweetheart and not only puts up with it, he even attends the concerts with me.

In other news, I started my new job on Monday. It is now Saturday, and I have the weekend off. Haha! I've never known what it's like to have a "real" job that gives weekends off. The job is nice...but it's just so overwhelming. There is so much to remember, and I have only learned just a few of things I will eventually have to know how to do. I hate, hate starting new jobs because all of a sudden you are surrounded by people you don't know (and I'm uber shy), and you are presented with tasks you do not know how to perform, and you feel like a nuisance by having to keep asking people to help you. And to make matters worse, I am a "temp", so that means that I do not get the same privileges as the "real workers" do. For instance, whenever it comes time for data entry, I need to find someone to come unlock my computer for me because I'm not allowed to have a password for it yet. And I have to be a temp for at least three months before I will actually get hired! And that is IF I get hired. I feel as though I am doing such a lousy job. I don't know what I'm doing half of the time. And usually it's hard to find somebody who will tell me what it is I am supposed to be doing. Plus, I know I've made a few mistakes on the data entry, and I think I've been somewhat slow on the mail machines (which have timers running so that the supervisors can see how well/poorly I am doing), so who knows - I might just get let go. I dunno. This is so scary for me. I've only had one job my whole entire life, and I was there for eight years, so it's hard to just leave that behind and start something new. Hopefully it will get better soon, especially since this job pays more than my other one and besides...it's kind of cool working at a building that has security and a cafeteria and elevators and...yeah, I know. I'm weird.

Woman marries cobra. Barack Obama likes my heart.

Apparently, this Indian woman fell deeply in love with a cobra, and decided to marry it. I mean, seriously - she married a snake. But when the snake refused to leave the ant hill in which it lived to attend the ceremony, a brass statue of a cobra had to fill in for the real cobra. Ummmmmmm...okay. So a snake got married before I did. Yet another reason to believe my life is absolutely pitiful.

In other news, I had a weird dream last night:

Barack Obama was my doctor. What is so weird about this is that I never think about Barack Obama, nor do I ever see him on TV, or ever hear anyone talk about him. But here he was, in my dream. I went in for a check-up, and he said to me, all serious-like, "Amanda, I am very concerned about your heart. We're going to need to perform some tests." Well, these "tests" would have to be done after I was put to sleep, and I was not happy about that, let me tell you right now. But first, before I could be put under, I would have to rid my entire body of phlegm, so he gave me some liquid to drink that would break the phlegm up. I drank it, but it didn't really help me to cough up the phlegm at all. After that, it still wasn't time for me to be put under, so I went outside of the hospital, which just happened to be located right next to Disney World (the Magic Kingdom, to be exact. Seriously - I could see Cinderella's castle from the hospital parking lot). However, there was a short little fence that separated me from Disney World, so all I could do was stand there and watch everyone having the time of their lives at the Happiest Place On Earth, while I was stuck outside the hospital, awaiting what I was assuming would be my death. Meanwhile, I started recognizing people in the hospital parking lot as kids I went to high school with. I must have seen five or six (none of them saw me, though), and I remember thinking, "Wow. How is it that all of these people from my hometown just happen to be at the Hospital Next To Disney World at the same time?" It was weird. I never got the answer I was looking for, nor did I ever have to be put to sleep, because I woke up soon thereafter.

*Sigh* I really want to go back to Disney World.

I have tetanus. Again.

Looking over my blog entries from July of 2004, I noticed that in a few of my posts, I was complaining about having tetanus. Okay, so obviously, I didn't have it, or I would be dead by now. Am I right? Of course I am.

But the thing is, I think again that I have it. Only this time, I actually did cut myself. Well, it's more of a scrape, really. But it bled. A little. See, I was at work yesterday, doing actual work. This rarely happens. Anyway, we got in some really crappy gifts that were made in China, and they needed to be priced. So naturally, I reached for the pricing gun, which is on a lower shelf behind the counter. It was near the back, so when I reached in to get it, my pinky finger scraped across those really sharp prongs on the packing tape dispenser that was located right in front of it. I was all, "Ow!" and stuff. At first, it was just scraped skin, but then it started to bleed and I was all, "Oh fudge." I went out back and rinsed it with hot water, and then I dabbed some rubbing alcohol onto the wound and continued on with my work.

But I'm worried I have tetanus now.

See, the prongs of the tape dispenser were not rusty, but apparently, that is a common misbelief - that tetanus is always associated with rust. It isn't. The tetanus spores usually are found in animal feces, soil and dust, and they like to live in places low in oxygen. So, if you step on a rusty nail that has been safely lying around a spotless house full of oxygen, there's a good chance you're safe. And this tape dispenser, as far as I am aware, has not come into contact with any feces or soil (although it has come in contact with dust), so it probably wasn't growing tetanus on it. And I have actually cut myself on that same dispenser before, I just can't remember if it drew blood last time or not.

But the reason I think I have it is because since last night, my jaw has hurt like the dickens. Yeah, yeah, so it hurts about 95% of the time, due to my TMJ in one side of my jaw, and my arthritis in the other side, and granted it's supposed to take at least 2 days before symptoms of tetanus start to show, but STILL. I also haven't had a tetanus shot since Bush Sr. was president.

It just wouldn't be normal for me not to worry I'm going to die from a simple scratch.

In lighter news, here is a picture of me and Johnny Depp dressed as a pirate:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NATE!

I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to my boyfriend over at I Have a Bananas Dot Com . He is 22 today, which means whether forwards or backwards, he's still the same age.

LOVE YOU BABE! *kisses*

I really hate life.

Enough said.

Last night I had a dream.

I dreamed that meteorites were hitting the Earth at an alarming rate, obliterating anyone or anything they happened to land on or near (including my neighbor's house...but not any of my current neighbors, but one I used to have about 10 years ago when I lived somewhere else). It was very frightening as whenever I looked in the sky, I could see the bright light of them hitting our atmosphere.

At first, it seemed the only way to avoid said meteorites was to examine where they were in the sky, and roughly judge where they might land - and then run in the opposite direction. However, by the end of the dream, it was becoming increasingly clear that the only way to save ourselves from getting hit by the meteorites was to hide behind a huge, extravagant sand castle that someone had built on the beach. Sure enough, once we hid behind it, the meteorites just crashed directly through the middle, completely missing us. Whoo! See, I always knew there was a real good reason why I liked sandcastles.

This same dream starred 3 characters from Dawson's Creek.

The art of finding a new job.

So I just came to the realization the other day that I do not make a lot of money at my current job, and that I would like to move into an apartment with my boyfriend, but that it will take money - money I'm not making at my current job. So then I came to the realization that I really need another job. But THEN I came to the realization that I am scared shitless to even go LOOK for another job. And then finally, I came to the realization that I am not qualified for another job anyway, unless the other job involves standing near an automatic door saying, "Welcome to Wal-Mart." But I have already decided that if Wal-Mart ever becomes my one and only option for employment, I will crawl into a hole and die. See where my dilemma lies?

See...I never went to college. I never went to college because I can barely add 2 + 2, and also because brainwork gives me hives. Seriously. But apparently, if you haven't gone to college, you can't get a job that pays money - which totally sucks, because I'm not about to enroll in a University anytime soon. Soooooooo what is a girl to do? I can't get a better job without an education. I can't get an education without at least half a brain. And I can't get an apartment with my boyfriend using Monopoly money (...can I?). So it seems that the only thing I can really do is whine and complain to my blog. WAHHHHH, BLOG, I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELFFFFFFFFF.

In happier news....haha, just kidding, there IS no happier news. Why does life have to be teh sux0rz? Seriously, I am 25 and my life so far has been pretty pointless. I mean, I have not saved the world, or found a cure for cancer, or done anything that warrants special recognition. I know it's all my fault - I have chosen to do absolutely nothing with my life, but still. Why can't I just be like Paris Hilton? You know...make lots of money by having no talent or good looks or brains? How sweet would that be?

Disclaimer: To anyone who may happen to read this, money is not the only thing I care about. I know money does not equal happiness - but it does go a long way in helping make life a little more comfortable - for instance, by supplying a roof over one's head. But really, money is not even the whole issue here. More than money, I would love to have at least a little bit of self-confidence - which is something I'm going to need if I ever want to go looking for a new job. But how the hell can I obtain this self-confidence? Do they sell it at Wal-Mart? If not, I'm screwed.