AHH, I'VE TOTALLY BEEN NEGLECTING THIS BLOG!!

However, I'm quite certain I'm still meeting this week's deadline of TWO BLOGS. What does Miss Feick think she's doing by being so demanding? (just kidding, don't fail me...).

Now, here's the tricky part-- what should I blog about!?

Well, I suppose I could tell you how I've begun to dread the weekends. It all started when I got my new job at E.J's Tavern Restaurant. Firstly, I'd like to know just WHO this E.J is. Could it be this man, whom I found when searching "E.J" in google?

I certainly hope not. Not only am I begged to ask the question why this man is wearing a hood with antennas on it, but I also have to ask myself... Would I trust this man with my life? The answers to these questions are quite simple, really. He's clearly on several different psychedelic drugs, and HELL NO!   


Ah, forgive me, for I've gotten quite off topic. 
Let's continue with the original story, shall we?


It was only a matter of minutes before I realized how much I loathe my job. At first when my boss told me I would be working only twice a week, I was thrilled. I honestly doubt I could handle any more shifts than two a week. However, those two shifts are on Saturday and Sunday EVERY week, and that is why I hate weekends. Honestly, my job sucks. I'm a dishwasher, and it's rather disgusting. Especially the "grease trap". What's that you ask? Well, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure, but I do know that it's this thing that is full of this odd substance that smells and looks like vomit... And I'm suppose to clean it out every Sunday. Luckily, I've actually been able to convince both cooks both weeks I've worked that there's no way in hell I'm going near the grease trap. It's worked pretty nice on account of the fact that both weeks the cooks cleaned it out as I laughed at them vomited in the sink.


And that's my story.


Fascinating, isn't it? 


Now, I know this blog is a little short right now, so I'm going to drop some KNOWLEDGE on you ('cause knowledge is POWER!!).


First, let me start by asking what you think the word PRESTIGIOUS means. Now, let me tell you that you would be correct to assume that it means "distinguished" or "of high reputation", but would you like to know what it used to mean when the word was first being used in the 1940's? Perhaps you don't... But I'm most definitely still going to tell you.


The word prestigious originally means to be "full of tricks", or "deceitful".

My theory on why the word was changed to mean something very opposite is that of one without the KNOWLEDGE. I'll admit that sometimes I use words I don't completely understand the meaning of, and I'll also add that doing so is incredibly stupid. Mostly because you end up looking stupid if you use the word in the wrong context. Anyways, my theory is that someone of high status used the word prestigious in the wrong context and it merely "caught on". Kind of like slang, I suppose. 

The moral is: DON'T USE WORDS YOU DON'T FULLY KNOW THE MEANING OF.... and also: READ THE DICTIONARY, PUNK!

That is all.