hand holding - you like to be in constant physical
contact with your special someone but you don't
want to take things too quickly.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Which sign of affection are you?
hand holding - you like to be in constant physical
contact with your special someone but you don't
want to take things too quickly.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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lifesavers
My favorite Lifesavers, in order from best to worst
- 1. Pineapple (white)
2. Lime (green)
3. Orange (orange)
4. Cherry (red)
5. Lemon (yellow)
raindrops keep fallin' on my head
...but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red...
It's finally raining around here. We could definately use some of it, too. So glad I didn't have to work today! 'Cause then I'd be out in this rain trying to get the car's information!!! And it's raining straigh down, which is strange for us...usually our rain is sideways, if not diagonal. Oh well. I hope we get more rain so things will green up. Everything is so dry and brown here. Blech.
I dyed my hair today, and I thought for a second it was going to turn out purple, but thank goodness it didn't. Must be a good sign.
Also, I got a phone for my room 'cause I hate having to go find the phone that's in the kitchen, and I guess that one's not working anymore...the earpiece doesn't work so you can't hear anything. All the more reason to get me a phone. Found a place for it next to my bed on my headboard, and I'm good to go.
*Sigh* I love rain. Except when it messes with my television viewing. Stupid satellite.
It's finally raining around here. We could definately use some of it, too. So glad I didn't have to work today! 'Cause then I'd be out in this rain trying to get the car's information!!! And it's raining straigh down, which is strange for us...usually our rain is sideways, if not diagonal. Oh well. I hope we get more rain so things will green up. Everything is so dry and brown here. Blech.
I dyed my hair today, and I thought for a second it was going to turn out purple, but thank goodness it didn't. Must be a good sign.
Also, I got a phone for my room 'cause I hate having to go find the phone that's in the kitchen, and I guess that one's not working anymore...the earpiece doesn't work so you can't hear anything. All the more reason to get me a phone. Found a place for it next to my bed on my headboard, and I'm good to go.
*Sigh* I love rain. Except when it messes with my television viewing. Stupid satellite.
late night phone calls
I am fucking sick and tired of my little sister going out drinking with all these people I used to hang out with. First off, this has been a nightly occurance for a week straight, if not longer. Secondly, she tells them if I'm not working the next day, so they fucking call me in the middle of the night when they're drunk asking me why I'm not out with them. She says she's trying to get me to be less anti-social. If I wanted to be social, I would go out and hang out. I'm perfectly content to sit at home and joke around with Mom because most of the time she's funnier than anyone else I hang out with. Everyone else I know is just mean or rude.
"It was only midnight, it wasn't the middle of the night," my sister says. No, it was 1am. "Oh, big deal, you didn't have to work today, you shouldn't have been sleeping." Fuck that. I was tired, I went to bed. I even tried to stay up 'cause I was waiting for Wes to call me, but I fell asleep, anyway. He later called me at 1:30am, but that's fine, 'cause I wanted him to call. He wasn't trying to get me to go out and destroy my liver. Tyler, on the other hand, only calls me when he's drunk or when he wants to go out and drink...uhhh, no thank you.
Grrr. That's my grouch for the day. Gonna go into town, deposit my check from Lacey, go to Wal*Mart and get some hair dye, shampoo, and conditioner because I'm running low, stay inside where the swamp cooler is running once I get back home, and relax and bitch at Ashley some more. Ahhh, that's the life. I'm outta here.
"It was only midnight, it wasn't the middle of the night," my sister says. No, it was 1am. "Oh, big deal, you didn't have to work today, you shouldn't have been sleeping." Fuck that. I was tired, I went to bed. I even tried to stay up 'cause I was waiting for Wes to call me, but I fell asleep, anyway. He later called me at 1:30am, but that's fine, 'cause I wanted him to call. He wasn't trying to get me to go out and destroy my liver. Tyler, on the other hand, only calls me when he's drunk or when he wants to go out and drink...uhhh, no thank you.
Grrr. That's my grouch for the day. Gonna go into town, deposit my check from Lacey, go to Wal*Mart and get some hair dye, shampoo, and conditioner because I'm running low, stay inside where the swamp cooler is running once I get back home, and relax and bitch at Ashley some more. Ahhh, that's the life. I'm outta here.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
I am the emperor. And as such, I am born with an inate sense of direction...
...now...where am I??
(Just a little Disney humor for ya.)
Man. I get tomorrow off. Very nice. I'm so tired. It's only 10:20 and I could zonk out right now. Except I have to work on the 4th of July. Which doesn't really mean anything because I'll be off work by 5pm, if not earlier if Ken is feeling nice, and it's not even close to dark by that point.
It sure doesn't feel like it's almost the 4th of July.
My tank top smells like chlorine from when I was in the hot tub at Gatlinburg in Tennessee. I must not have washed it more than the ONE time afterwards with very little soap.
Tomorrow with my day off, I am going to go to the bank and deposite the $100 I got from Lacey (finally!), maybe buy some brown hair dye, as I am tired of my hair, and dye doesn't last long in my hair anyway, so it's not like it really matters what color I dye it...the color will be gone in 3-4 weeks, anyway, if that.
I haven't heard from Wes yet today, and it's almost 12:30am his time :( I left 2 messages while I was at work and called a 3rd time. Poo. That's gonna make me sad if he doesn't call. We've been a little rocky the last week or so...I don't like it, but it's something we'll get through. This is too small.
I've collected way too many Pepsie cans in my room. Not attractive decor, that's for sure.
Well, tonight was "Queer Eye for the GAY Guy" on Bravo. Not nearly as fun as when they make over a straight guy. This guy looked like he was going to cry all the time, and he was very stubborn, and it just wasn't as much fun. Mom said, "Y'know, if this had been the very first episode I watched, I don't think I would want to watch the show that much." Which is true. Then I thanked her for not hating gay people so I could watch quality television such as this. And she said she was glad that I liked the show, also, otherwise she'd have no one to talk with about the show. *sigh* So cute.
(Just a little Disney humor for ya.)
Man. I get tomorrow off. Very nice. I'm so tired. It's only 10:20 and I could zonk out right now. Except I have to work on the 4th of July. Which doesn't really mean anything because I'll be off work by 5pm, if not earlier if Ken is feeling nice, and it's not even close to dark by that point.
It sure doesn't feel like it's almost the 4th of July.
My tank top smells like chlorine from when I was in the hot tub at Gatlinburg in Tennessee. I must not have washed it more than the ONE time afterwards with very little soap.
Tomorrow with my day off, I am going to go to the bank and deposite the $100 I got from Lacey (finally!), maybe buy some brown hair dye, as I am tired of my hair, and dye doesn't last long in my hair anyway, so it's not like it really matters what color I dye it...the color will be gone in 3-4 weeks, anyway, if that.
I haven't heard from Wes yet today, and it's almost 12:30am his time :( I left 2 messages while I was at work and called a 3rd time. Poo. That's gonna make me sad if he doesn't call. We've been a little rocky the last week or so...I don't like it, but it's something we'll get through. This is too small.
I've collected way too many Pepsie cans in my room. Not attractive decor, that's for sure.
Well, tonight was "Queer Eye for the GAY Guy" on Bravo. Not nearly as fun as when they make over a straight guy. This guy looked like he was going to cry all the time, and he was very stubborn, and it just wasn't as much fun. Mom said, "Y'know, if this had been the very first episode I watched, I don't think I would want to watch the show that much." Which is true. Then I thanked her for not hating gay people so I could watch quality television such as this. And she said she was glad that I liked the show, also, otherwise she'd have no one to talk with about the show. *sigh* So cute.
Take the elevator at the Hotel Yorba, I'll be glad to see ya later.
This morning I woke up from a dead sleep. Bolted up is more like it. Exactly 9 minutes before my alarm clock. Which is the amount of time between each push of the snooze button. Coincidence? I think not.
Well, I think the roomie will never change her mind about the boy. She says they are broken up right now. But I know they still talk. I know she's thinking of getting back together with him some time. Even though she told me to run her over with a car if she ever got back together. And back over her a few times. Which I still plan to do. Seriously.
It kills me to see her do this. I don't think she realizes how many people she's hurting when she does this. Including herself. Someone asked her the other night "How much of his shit are you going to take?" She simply replied with "All of it." It makes me sad. After talking with a good friend of hers for a while a few nights ago, I was crying. It's almost too much.
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Then Wes and I were talking last night, and things were going great, we were both in good moods, and it was a lot of fun. Until I was trying to tell him a story and he kept interrupting me with all the asinine things that he was saying. Which pissed me off because I hate being interrupted. It is something that is bound to piss me off real quick. And I'd told him before. So the mood went downhill from there. But, we got to talking about how we seem to be fighting an awful lot, and how that's probably not the best thing for our relationship. I agreed to stop trying to correct him and to stop telling him ne needs a new job if he'd stop interrupting me in the middle of stories. We're both going to try to change some little behaviors so that we're not grouching at eachother as much as we are. I think we'll be okay. I think we just need to see eachother. Things are always better when we see eachother. I asked if I could get some time off in August for when he comes over, and they said that was more than likely possible.
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Thank God for small favors. While talking on the phone last night with Wes, my battery died. So I just plugged my phone in, but the phone stayed turned off 'til I turned it on this morning. Phil had called me at 2 in the morning, 3am his time, and left me a weird payphone message. If my phone had been on and I'd had to answer it, I would have been royally pissed.
I'm watching 2 cats stalk eachother in the back yard right now...one of them being my cat. He's such a puss. Won't even attack. Just keeps circling the other cat.
But I gotta finish getting ready for work and I need to brush my teethies, so this is it for the morning edition of "It's as simple as something that nobody knows."
Well, I think the roomie will never change her mind about the boy. She says they are broken up right now. But I know they still talk. I know she's thinking of getting back together with him some time. Even though she told me to run her over with a car if she ever got back together. And back over her a few times. Which I still plan to do. Seriously.
It kills me to see her do this. I don't think she realizes how many people she's hurting when she does this. Including herself. Someone asked her the other night "How much of his shit are you going to take?" She simply replied with "All of it." It makes me sad. After talking with a good friend of hers for a while a few nights ago, I was crying. It's almost too much.
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Then Wes and I were talking last night, and things were going great, we were both in good moods, and it was a lot of fun. Until I was trying to tell him a story and he kept interrupting me with all the asinine things that he was saying. Which pissed me off because I hate being interrupted. It is something that is bound to piss me off real quick. And I'd told him before. So the mood went downhill from there. But, we got to talking about how we seem to be fighting an awful lot, and how that's probably not the best thing for our relationship. I agreed to stop trying to correct him and to stop telling him ne needs a new job if he'd stop interrupting me in the middle of stories. We're both going to try to change some little behaviors so that we're not grouching at eachother as much as we are. I think we'll be okay. I think we just need to see eachother. Things are always better when we see eachother. I asked if I could get some time off in August for when he comes over, and they said that was more than likely possible.
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Thank God for small favors. While talking on the phone last night with Wes, my battery died. So I just plugged my phone in, but the phone stayed turned off 'til I turned it on this morning. Phil had called me at 2 in the morning, 3am his time, and left me a weird payphone message. If my phone had been on and I'd had to answer it, I would have been royally pissed.
I'm watching 2 cats stalk eachother in the back yard right now...one of them being my cat. He's such a puss. Won't even attack. Just keeps circling the other cat.
But I gotta finish getting ready for work and I need to brush my teethies, so this is it for the morning edition of "It's as simple as something that nobody knows."
Monday, June 28, 2004
*puke*
I think my parents are soulmates, if there is such a thing.
I've never witnessed a fight. No one yells at anyone (unless there's a kid arguing with a parent). They still hold hands. Mom sits on Dad's lap. Still give kisses at random times in the day, not just to say 'Good morning' or 'Good night.' It's really kinda cute. In a sickening way.
Anyway. I only hope I can be as lucky to find someone who I match with so well, that after almost 22 years of marriage, we're acting like it's still our 2nd.
I finally got my $100 from Lacey for the old laptop. I'm trying to decide what to do with it now. Should I keep it for myself, buy some clothes, a phone for my room (so I don't have to go traipsing through the house half nekkid when the phone rings in the monrning), or should I put it in my checking account so that I can pay off $100 on my credit card bill and put it down to somewhere under $400?
My next paycheck is going to be close to $500, which is a little less than what my bill on the credit card is. So that will ALMOST get me out of debt. Until I buy the next plane ticket, that is. This is the most expensive boyfriend ever. He'd damn well better be worth it.
I've never witnessed a fight. No one yells at anyone (unless there's a kid arguing with a parent). They still hold hands. Mom sits on Dad's lap. Still give kisses at random times in the day, not just to say 'Good morning' or 'Good night.' It's really kinda cute. In a sickening way.
Anyway. I only hope I can be as lucky to find someone who I match with so well, that after almost 22 years of marriage, we're acting like it's still our 2nd.
I finally got my $100 from Lacey for the old laptop. I'm trying to decide what to do with it now. Should I keep it for myself, buy some clothes, a phone for my room (so I don't have to go traipsing through the house half nekkid when the phone rings in the monrning), or should I put it in my checking account so that I can pay off $100 on my credit card bill and put it down to somewhere under $400?
My next paycheck is going to be close to $500, which is a little less than what my bill on the credit card is. So that will ALMOST get me out of debt. Until I buy the next plane ticket, that is. This is the most expensive boyfriend ever. He'd damn well better be worth it.
Jalan
Okay, now I can post a picture of Jalan Crossland 'cause Campus Hook isn't being a tool anymore. 'Bout damn time.
Tee hee...He looks like a train conductor!
And I'm pretty sure he was smokin' somethin' when he wrote that song about the bass fish that came to his house in the middle of the night to get his portrait painted...
But, like I'd said before...awesome guitarist. Extraordinary banjo player. Would love to go see him in concert during the Sturgis Bike Week. Of course, that's the week AFTER Wes gets here...So I'm thinking...Maybe Wes could come 5 days later than planned. Hell. I've waited this long already...what's five more days? 'Cause I know he'd love to see him. Jalan's played with a lot of artists and bands that Wes really likes, and I know he'd like Jalan. So I'll suggest that to Wes next time he's not busy forgetting to call me back or watching a movie while barely talking to me on the phone.
(His boyfriend rating is not doing well right now.)
Tee hee...He looks like a train conductor!
And I'm pretty sure he was smokin' somethin' when he wrote that song about the bass fish that came to his house in the middle of the night to get his portrait painted...
But, like I'd said before...awesome guitarist. Extraordinary banjo player. Would love to go see him in concert during the Sturgis Bike Week. Of course, that's the week AFTER Wes gets here...So I'm thinking...Maybe Wes could come 5 days later than planned. Hell. I've waited this long already...what's five more days? 'Cause I know he'd love to see him. Jalan's played with a lot of artists and bands that Wes really likes, and I know he'd like Jalan. So I'll suggest that to Wes next time he's not busy forgetting to call me back or watching a movie while barely talking to me on the phone.
(His boyfriend rating is not doing well right now.)
grr.
Well, I was going to post a picture of Jalan Crossland, but Campus Hook is being freakin' retarded and none of my pictures in the album will load up. And I can't use the picture from Webshots, 'cause that's too freakin' big and would make everything on the page all whacky. I've tried Mozilla and Explorer, and neither of the browsers are working.
I guess I could get on one of the other computers in the house and send the link for the picture to this computer through email or instant message...but that would mean I'd have to wrestle the computer from Ashley, since she just got home from work and is blaring the TV and playing stupid games on the computer.
Grr. Also, my camera is being stupid again and I can't load pictures directly from it onto my computer...I have to connect it, then go into My Computer, then the E: Removable Disk, and a few more folders...arg. Then I have to copy and paste it onto my computer's harddrive. How frustrating is that?
Watched "50 First Dates" today, one of Mom's co-workers lent it to her for the weekend. Pretty good movie, cute, not like normal Adam Sandler movies...I think he's maturing...first "Big Daddy," then "Punch Drunk Love," (weird), and now this. Well done.
And lastly, I finished the 10th Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich, "Ten Big Ones." Stephanie sure knows how to get herself into trouble. I know most of my readers for my journal are guys...so you wouldn't appreciate it, haha, but Mom got me hooked on them because every time she was reading one of the books, she'd just start laughing so hard, so I had to figure out what all the fuss was about, and I love 'em. Great books.
That's it for tonight, getting a headache from all the lights that are on and the lack of food, so I think I'm gonna hit the hay so I can get up early enough to shower in the morning.
Gute Nacht
I guess I could get on one of the other computers in the house and send the link for the picture to this computer through email or instant message...but that would mean I'd have to wrestle the computer from Ashley, since she just got home from work and is blaring the TV and playing stupid games on the computer.
Grr. Also, my camera is being stupid again and I can't load pictures directly from it onto my computer...I have to connect it, then go into My Computer, then the E: Removable Disk, and a few more folders...arg. Then I have to copy and paste it onto my computer's harddrive. How frustrating is that?
Watched "50 First Dates" today, one of Mom's co-workers lent it to her for the weekend. Pretty good movie, cute, not like normal Adam Sandler movies...I think he's maturing...first "Big Daddy," then "Punch Drunk Love," (weird), and now this. Well done.
And lastly, I finished the 10th Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich, "Ten Big Ones." Stephanie sure knows how to get herself into trouble. I know most of my readers for my journal are guys...so you wouldn't appreciate it, haha, but Mom got me hooked on them because every time she was reading one of the books, she'd just start laughing so hard, so I had to figure out what all the fuss was about, and I love 'em. Great books.
That's it for tonight, getting a headache from all the lights that are on and the lack of food, so I think I'm gonna hit the hay so I can get up early enough to shower in the morning.
Gute Nacht
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Mean Girls
Mom, Ashley, and I went to go see Mean Girls this afternoon for the Sunday matinee. Good movie, pretty funny. The most impressive thing, however, was the new movie theatre because they just finished renovating one of the old theatres in town. It has 6 screens instead of 2, and it looks like a REAL movie theatre, with people guiding you to the screen where your movie is playing. It used to be that you didn't even get a ticked stub for your movie. Hosers. But now you do, so that's awesome.
I've still got an invitation for Gmail, so if anyone is interested, let me know.
I've still got an invitation for Gmail, so if anyone is interested, let me know.
Big Horn Bash
So Dad and I went to Big Horn, Wyoming, in the Big Horn Mountains (duh) for the Big Horn Bash because there is this band, Simply Jane, that Dad really likes, has a few of their CDs, and they were having a free concert. Well, forget Simply Jane. Jalan Crossland was freaking awesome. He plays old timey country music, folk, and bluegrass music on guitar and banjo. He was the national champion of finger picking, and he's from Ten Sleep, Wyoming, which is just on the other side of the Big Horn Mountains. AMAZING guitarist. And he's left handed. Can't beat that with a stick. I could have listened to him for a few more hours instead of Simply Jane, but oh well. We left early 'cause it was loud and my feet/back hurt and I think Dad was getting a headache.
But Dad and I got some good one on one time together, just to talk and stuff. It was really nice. I honestly cannot remember the last time we did something like that. I really enjoyed it.
But Dad and I got some good one on one time together, just to talk and stuff. It was really nice. I honestly cannot remember the last time we did something like that. I really enjoyed it.
Friday, June 25, 2004
Will it ever end?
Man. Roomie is contemplating getting back together with him. He told her that he cheated on her, hoping she would dump him. Then when that didn't work, he told her (after 16 months of being together) he didn't love her, hoping THAT would work. Nope. Sure didn't. Now he says he's not sure if he loves her or not. But that he needs some time. And that there was this other girl he was "hanging out with" and he just couldn't talk to her the same way he talked to roomie. Duh. He hasn't dated this other girl for over a year. She told me that if she ever got back together with him, I was to run her over with a car and back up over her repeatedly. Too bad she didn't live closer.
And Wes isn't helping the matter because whenever I tried talking to him tonight, he was really inattentive towards me, cut me off in the middle of a sentence 'cause he had a call on the other line (so did I, about 5 seconds before him, and I let the voice mail pick it up because I wanted to talk to him), then he tells me to hang on 'cause his other phone's ringing, sits there and holds my phone away from his ear so he can talk to the other person. When I say "Call me when you get done, okay?" he realizes I'm talking to him and is like, "Hey Andrea, give me a call back in a few minutes." I said, "I just told you to call me back when you get done." "Okay, talk to you later." *click* Grr.
Then we're talking and he's all mumbling and paying attention to his movie, and I have to keep asking him "What?" 'cause I can't understand anything he says, and that doesn't give him a clue. How fucking hard is it to push Stop on the movie to talk to your girlfriend who you haven't seen since the end of May?? Who you won't see 'til the beginning of August 'cause shit didn't work out? Who you hardly got to talk to last night, who you won't get to talk to tomorrow night 'cause you're both doing shit? Apparently kinda hard. So he said he was going to watch his movie, then didn't say bye or anything...so I said, "Have fun at the wedding tomorrow." "mumble." Can't understand a damn thing. "What?" "I said 'okay.'" Hm...right. Then I said, "I'll talk to you later," and hung up, half expecting him to call back to see what was wrong, but of course he didn't.
I'm just pissy tonight. Tomorrow I'm going to the Big Horn Bash in Buffalo, so hopefully that will help. Dad invited me 'cause I think he wanted to go, but didn't have anyone else to go with, and he and I sat and talked last night for a long time for the first time in a long time, so that was really nice. Hopefully tomorrow will be fun.
I'm done PMSing on here for a while. Sorry for the rant.
And Wes isn't helping the matter because whenever I tried talking to him tonight, he was really inattentive towards me, cut me off in the middle of a sentence 'cause he had a call on the other line (so did I, about 5 seconds before him, and I let the voice mail pick it up because I wanted to talk to him), then he tells me to hang on 'cause his other phone's ringing, sits there and holds my phone away from his ear so he can talk to the other person. When I say "Call me when you get done, okay?" he realizes I'm talking to him and is like, "Hey Andrea, give me a call back in a few minutes." I said, "I just told you to call me back when you get done." "Okay, talk to you later." *click* Grr.
Then we're talking and he's all mumbling and paying attention to his movie, and I have to keep asking him "What?" 'cause I can't understand anything he says, and that doesn't give him a clue. How fucking hard is it to push Stop on the movie to talk to your girlfriend who you haven't seen since the end of May?? Who you won't see 'til the beginning of August 'cause shit didn't work out? Who you hardly got to talk to last night, who you won't get to talk to tomorrow night 'cause you're both doing shit? Apparently kinda hard. So he said he was going to watch his movie, then didn't say bye or anything...so I said, "Have fun at the wedding tomorrow." "mumble." Can't understand a damn thing. "What?" "I said 'okay.'" Hm...right. Then I said, "I'll talk to you later," and hung up, half expecting him to call back to see what was wrong, but of course he didn't.
I'm just pissy tonight. Tomorrow I'm going to the Big Horn Bash in Buffalo, so hopefully that will help. Dad invited me 'cause I think he wanted to go, but didn't have anyone else to go with, and he and I sat and talked last night for a long time for the first time in a long time, so that was really nice. Hopefully tomorrow will be fun.
I'm done PMSing on here for a while. Sorry for the rant.
oh, also
I guess the ex from last summer, Kyle, has called his former best friend, Matt. Out of the blue, for the first time in MONTHS and months. Matt msgd me real quick to tell me about it, and he thinks I'm next. I'm trying to find out what Kyle said to Matt, but he's not responding right now. Grr.
I have a Gmail account invitation if anyone is interested.
emblems, old ladies, Escorts, and stuff.
Well, last night Dad and I sat and talked for a while about all kinds of random things. It started out with him asking me to help him with an idea for an emblem for his fire station out here. He wants to make something that could be turned into a flag, button, shirt, magnet, whatever. Something that's unique to this area, and because I'm a little artistic, he asked if I'd like to help. So I sketched something up for him really quick, and he said he'd change a few things, 'cause he had something a little different in mind, but because he isn't too artistic, it's hard for me to know what he's talking about lol 'cause he can't draw it for me.
At work today, I was going out to a car to get their information and to take their little mileage sticker off the inside of the window like I always do. Some people also have their tire rotation schedules up on their windows, too. Well, I was reaching in the car for the oil change one, and the old lady in the car says, "Now don't you take my tire rotation sticker!" And at first I thought she was just pretending to be crochetey, but alas, no, she really was. So I said that I wasn't going to take it, and she was all, "Well, last time you took it, or it fell off." Well, that's great. I've only been here for 3 weeks, pretty sure it wasn't me. Unless you drive THAT MUCH. Hoser.
So now she's getting ready to check out, and she's grouching at her poor old husband 'cause he left the money in the car and now she's gotta dig through her ginormous purse to get to the checkbook. I give her the total, and she starts complaining about how high the price is. I told her that since she had to add an air filter, it was a little more expensive, plus the fact that her car was a 4 wheel drive made it more expensive than a 2 wheel drive. "My car is NOT a four wheel drive." I just kinda look at her...Uh...yeah, it is. "It is an all wheel drive car." Well, that's the same thing. The guy in the pit still has to check just as many points as he would for a four wheel drive vehicle, I tell her. Good Lord. What an old bag. Then she toddled off with her husband, grouchy as ever. A lady waiting there who'd witnessed it all said that she was just looking to tear my head off, and the old lady wouldn't be happy if she was hung with a new rope. Tee hee.
Then some girl came in with the EXACT same car as me. Same year, color, interior. I've been looking around town for an Escort that's the same color as mine but I hadn't found one. Until today. WEIRD. Plus, we both have Altoids in our cars, the exact same air freshener in the vent, and we both have the Bath and Bodyworks lotions. Just different flavors. Her car shakes like mine when it's idling as well. So weird.
At work today, I was going out to a car to get their information and to take their little mileage sticker off the inside of the window like I always do. Some people also have their tire rotation schedules up on their windows, too. Well, I was reaching in the car for the oil change one, and the old lady in the car says, "Now don't you take my tire rotation sticker!" And at first I thought she was just pretending to be crochetey, but alas, no, she really was. So I said that I wasn't going to take it, and she was all, "Well, last time you took it, or it fell off." Well, that's great. I've only been here for 3 weeks, pretty sure it wasn't me. Unless you drive THAT MUCH. Hoser.
So now she's getting ready to check out, and she's grouching at her poor old husband 'cause he left the money in the car and now she's gotta dig through her ginormous purse to get to the checkbook. I give her the total, and she starts complaining about how high the price is. I told her that since she had to add an air filter, it was a little more expensive, plus the fact that her car was a 4 wheel drive made it more expensive than a 2 wheel drive. "My car is NOT a four wheel drive." I just kinda look at her...Uh...yeah, it is. "It is an all wheel drive car." Well, that's the same thing. The guy in the pit still has to check just as many points as he would for a four wheel drive vehicle, I tell her. Good Lord. What an old bag. Then she toddled off with her husband, grouchy as ever. A lady waiting there who'd witnessed it all said that she was just looking to tear my head off, and the old lady wouldn't be happy if she was hung with a new rope. Tee hee.
Then some girl came in with the EXACT same car as me. Same year, color, interior. I've been looking around town for an Escort that's the same color as mine but I hadn't found one. Until today. WEIRD. Plus, we both have Altoids in our cars, the exact same air freshener in the vent, and we both have the Bath and Bodyworks lotions. Just different flavors. Her car shakes like mine when it's idling as well. So weird.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
so soft and snuggly
Well, the little guy didn't make it. He did make it through the night, and was doing really well this morning, but I had Ashley check on him this afternoon while I was at work since I couldn't make it home for lunch, and she said that he'd died :( So I was pretty sad, but I guess I can't really expect a whole lot. Wild animals, y'know?
He didn't die of blood loss, I could see that right off...but I think he just died of shock. Or maybe he was still drinking his mom's milk and couldn't eat the alfalfa and stuff I'd given him. Who knows. It was still sad. I guess I'm not very good at playing "vet." Which is funny 'cause NOTHING died when I was a kid and played that game.
He didn't die of blood loss, I could see that right off...but I think he just died of shock. Or maybe he was still drinking his mom's milk and couldn't eat the alfalfa and stuff I'd given him. Who knows. It was still sad. I guess I'm not very good at playing "vet." Which is funny 'cause NOTHING died when I was a kid and played that game.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
stupid cat
I'm so mad at my cat right now. I know it's all a part of nature, but he's killed 2 rabbits today and hurt another one. That other rabbit is sitting here in my room, in a shoebox, hopefully recovering. I don't want to be doing him more harm than good...but who knows with wild animals?? He's so tiny and soft and cute.
*sigh* I hope he makes it through the night. I'll keep him here over night and let him go when i go to work in the morning.
*sigh* I hope he makes it through the night. I'll keep him here over night and let him go when i go to work in the morning.
If you're blue and you don't know where to go to why don't you go where fashion sits?
Been busy the last couple days. Mostly with this cross stitching project that I got at Wal*Mart the other day that really is WAY too big for me and is going to take like, a year to finish lol. And I messed up last night and lost some thread and now I'm all sad about it, so I'm letting it sit for a while. Poo.
Last night, instead of getting up to let the cat in the house, I just took the screen off my window so that the cat could jump into my bedroom since he usually scratches at my window, anyway. Well, I had it set up to where I could pull it from the bottom and there would be PLENTY of room for the cat to jump. But every time he came to the window and I opened up the sliding part, then pulled back the screen, he'd run off. But I think he realized what I was up to 'cause a couple times, he would come to the window, and as I was sliding the main part of the window up, he'd think it was ready, and would jump into the screen. He did that twice. Too funny.
Some people are so peculiar about the oil that is put in their cars! Man. This one couple threw a fit that their price had gone up from last time, which, yeah, I can kinda see. But anyway, I explained to them that if the oil comes in the quart bottles, that it costs more than if it comes out of a barrel or is "on tap," whatever that means. And apparently we were out of the stuff that they wanted, except we had some in bottles. So the price when up a little. And I explained it to them two or three times, and they still didn't seem to understand. So their car wasn't totally finished yet, and the guy went to go talk to Ken, the owner of the place, to see about his oil. Well, he comes back and tells his wife, "I guess it's because they had to use oil out of the bottle because they're out of it for now 'on tap.'" Then she replies, "I think that's the exact same thing she was trying to explain to us." Duh.
Also, neither Tim nor Cheri want me to leave! That made me happy. One is because they don't want to have to train someone else, and I think the other factor has to do with the fact that I'm really personable towards both of them and talk to them and see what's going on in their lives and they both like me. Both of them said I wasn't allowed to go back to college this year and that I had to stay and work. Ha. Yeah right. Also, Cheri's 8 months pregnant, and when she has her kid, she and her husband are moving to Tennessee (of all places) so he can go to a school to learn to be a minister in the church. They're going to be 2 hours away from Wes. Weird.
I don't know if my feet are ever going to get used to being stood on all day. Ugh.
Moose steaks for dinner tonight. Yum.
Last night, instead of getting up to let the cat in the house, I just took the screen off my window so that the cat could jump into my bedroom since he usually scratches at my window, anyway. Well, I had it set up to where I could pull it from the bottom and there would be PLENTY of room for the cat to jump. But every time he came to the window and I opened up the sliding part, then pulled back the screen, he'd run off. But I think he realized what I was up to 'cause a couple times, he would come to the window, and as I was sliding the main part of the window up, he'd think it was ready, and would jump into the screen. He did that twice. Too funny.
Some people are so peculiar about the oil that is put in their cars! Man. This one couple threw a fit that their price had gone up from last time, which, yeah, I can kinda see. But anyway, I explained to them that if the oil comes in the quart bottles, that it costs more than if it comes out of a barrel or is "on tap," whatever that means. And apparently we were out of the stuff that they wanted, except we had some in bottles. So the price when up a little. And I explained it to them two or three times, and they still didn't seem to understand. So their car wasn't totally finished yet, and the guy went to go talk to Ken, the owner of the place, to see about his oil. Well, he comes back and tells his wife, "I guess it's because they had to use oil out of the bottle because they're out of it for now 'on tap.'" Then she replies, "I think that's the exact same thing she was trying to explain to us." Duh.
Also, neither Tim nor Cheri want me to leave! That made me happy. One is because they don't want to have to train someone else, and I think the other factor has to do with the fact that I'm really personable towards both of them and talk to them and see what's going on in their lives and they both like me. Both of them said I wasn't allowed to go back to college this year and that I had to stay and work. Ha. Yeah right. Also, Cheri's 8 months pregnant, and when she has her kid, she and her husband are moving to Tennessee (of all places) so he can go to a school to learn to be a minister in the church. They're going to be 2 hours away from Wes. Weird.
I don't know if my feet are ever going to get used to being stood on all day. Ugh.
Moose steaks for dinner tonight. Yum.
Monday, June 21, 2004
*sigh*
My poor former roommate. Turns out her boyfriend really was one of the biggest assholes I've never met. I guess he told her the other night that all this time (16+ months) he never really loved her. And that he still wants to be close and hang out and he wants her to come to Ring Night (or whatever it's called...some Army thing at West Point in New York), and wants to give her the ring because he bought it for her. What a moron.
And then he tells her that all his friends think that he and she fight too much, and he agrees, and he thinks that he has to try too hard for the relationship, and that it should just happen. No relationship "just happens." You have to work at it. Both parties do.
He wants to date other girls, and y'know, maybe there's a chance that when he gets done with school, he and her can be together again. What is his problem? She's losing all kinds of faith in all kinds of people. Including people she thought she loved, and she thought loved her. I just feel so bad that I can't be there to hug her. Y'know? She lives 8 hours away from me. It's just not that easy. Ugh. It's rough. I was able to be there the last time he did something to her. But now I can't, and it sucks.
I want to just sit there and tell her that things are going to be better, in a few years, she'll look back at all this with a light heart because she'll have found someone else. But I don't think she wants to find someone else right now. She can't live her life vicariously through mine, as I've been through a similar situation, and I know this. She's gotta learn it for herself. But man, it's hard to sit there and watch her do it. I just don't know.
And then he tells her that all his friends think that he and she fight too much, and he agrees, and he thinks that he has to try too hard for the relationship, and that it should just happen. No relationship "just happens." You have to work at it. Both parties do.
He wants to date other girls, and y'know, maybe there's a chance that when he gets done with school, he and her can be together again. What is his problem? She's losing all kinds of faith in all kinds of people. Including people she thought she loved, and she thought loved her. I just feel so bad that I can't be there to hug her. Y'know? She lives 8 hours away from me. It's just not that easy. Ugh. It's rough. I was able to be there the last time he did something to her. But now I can't, and it sucks.
I want to just sit there and tell her that things are going to be better, in a few years, she'll look back at all this with a light heart because she'll have found someone else. But I don't think she wants to find someone else right now. She can't live her life vicariously through mine, as I've been through a similar situation, and I know this. She's gotta learn it for herself. But man, it's hard to sit there and watch her do it. I just don't know.
Adam Potts @ Myspace.com
This is one of my friends who lives in Montana and has a Live Journal. He recorded a couple of songs that he'd written. Give them a listen, they're really good.
Adam Potts @ Myspace.com
Adam Potts @ Myspace.com
Saturday, June 19, 2004
The World Has Turned and Left Me Here
Ugh. Last night was terrible. Not only was my pizza screwed up, but my sister never came home from work last night. Yet she didn't feel the need to tell me she wasn't going to be coming home, so I left the porch light on for her, and my window is right on the porch. So I had that loverly light outside my window all night. Boo. I also left the bathroom light on (since her room is really really close to the bathroom), so the house wouldn't be so dark when she first got in. So that light (since we share the same hallway) came into my bedroom, as well.
THEN Tyler calls me at 12:45am asking me why I wasn't partying with them and why my sister was. I didn't answer my cell phone when it rang because I knew it wasn't Wes, so I wasn't going to talk to anyone else. So then my house phone rings. It's Tyler. "Andrea, it's time to wake up!!!!" Me: "Leave me alone, Tyler." *click* But it doesn't end there, 'cause my retarded cell phone feels the need to alert me that I have a voicemail every two minutes. So I had to get up anyway.
ARG.
Not a happy camper this morning. Still haven't seen Ashley, and she never took the other $20 that Mom left for us...tee hee. So I guess that's mine unless she wants to go out for lunch before she goes to work tomorrow. Who knows. I doubt she even knows that Mom left us money.
ONE DAY OFF!!! My feetsies need the rest. Fo sho.
THEN Tyler calls me at 12:45am asking me why I wasn't partying with them and why my sister was. I didn't answer my cell phone when it rang because I knew it wasn't Wes, so I wasn't going to talk to anyone else. So then my house phone rings. It's Tyler. "Andrea, it's time to wake up!!!!" Me: "Leave me alone, Tyler." *click* But it doesn't end there, 'cause my retarded cell phone feels the need to alert me that I have a voicemail every two minutes. So I had to get up anyway.
ARG.
Not a happy camper this morning. Still haven't seen Ashley, and she never took the other $20 that Mom left for us...tee hee. So I guess that's mine unless she wants to go out for lunch before she goes to work tomorrow. Who knows. I doubt she even knows that Mom left us money.
ONE DAY OFF!!! My feetsies need the rest. Fo sho.
Friday, June 18, 2004
Pizza Hut is stupid.
I ordered pizza for dinner tonight because that seemed like the logical thing to do. That way I can have leftovers for lunch, dinner, and possibly breakfast.
I call up "Pizza Hut" from the Google directory. They had the wrong number, so I ended up calling some guy's house the first time. When I finally got ahold of them, he asks "Carry-out or delivery?" I tell him carry-out 'cause I know they don't deliver out to where I live. He gets my name, phone number, and address. Then he can't find my address in their system, and asks where I live. I tell him, and he says, "Ma'am, you're not in our delivery area," to which I reply, "Yeah, it's for carry-out." Duh.
Then he hangs up on me. So I call back. Finish my order. Get there, pick it up, get home. MUSHROOMS ALL OVER IT when I specifically asked for none. JEEZ.
I apologize for anyone who ever did, does, or will work at Pizza Hut, but they are retarded.
I call up "Pizza Hut" from the Google directory. They had the wrong number, so I ended up calling some guy's house the first time. When I finally got ahold of them, he asks "Carry-out or delivery?" I tell him carry-out 'cause I know they don't deliver out to where I live. He gets my name, phone number, and address. Then he can't find my address in their system, and asks where I live. I tell him, and he says, "Ma'am, you're not in our delivery area," to which I reply, "Yeah, it's for carry-out." Duh.
Then he hangs up on me. So I call back. Finish my order. Get there, pick it up, get home. MUSHROOMS ALL OVER IT when I specifically asked for none. JEEZ.
I apologize for anyone who ever did, does, or will work at Pizza Hut, but they are retarded.
AAAAAAH!
WOW! Work was BUSY today. And rainy. Which was the worst part 'cause I'd have to stand outside for 10 minutes at a time to get everyone's information who was in the driveway and get drenched in the process. And then they opened up Bay Three, which I can't see from the counter, and cars would sneak in there and I wouldn't get them on the computer, and it was a big pain in the ass. So Nicole would be "helping" me at the computer, which really consisted of her standing behind me while I was trying to do something and mouthing the words behind my back of the button I needed to push or whispering them, which only just makes me mess up more than I already did before, and it's quite irritating.
I think I need to just start focusing soley on the two cars that are in the garage, and as soon as they are taken care of, then worry about the cars waiting in the driveway. Like I want to be sitting out in the rain, anyway.
Also, this really bitchy girl came in today and her charge for the oil change was something over $30.00, and she was like, "What?! I've only ever paid $8 to get my oil changed here! I don't have enough money!" And then she looks at her boyfriend, and he's like, I don't have money. So she's all, "Do you charge? Can I put it on credit?" And I was like, uhhhh, no. Then she says, "Well, my dad has an account here, can I put it on his account?" Well, the only way that can happen is if her car is part of his account, which it's not. So she's having a fit, so I go back to get Tim or Cheri 'cause they know more about this than I do, and just as soon as Tim and I get behind the front desk, the guy pulls out $40 from his pocket. WTF? So that was all taken care of, I think he just didn't want to give her his money. I heard that she's kinda messed up and on drugs. According to Cheri. Who knows. And then I'm talking to myself, "Eight dollars for an oil change? Yeah right. We'd be out of business." Then she comes BACK in, saying, "I asked to have it vacuumed and Armoralled, and it wasn't." And I personally vacuumed it, so I knew THAT much was done, so I found one of the boys in the shop and had him do it real quick. Sheesh. What a brat. Glad I'm never like that.
And I saw lots of puppies today! I love puppies. And I got rained on a lot. That sucked.
But the good news is that Mom and Dad are gone for the weekend and Mom gave us $40 for food and stuff, and since Ashley's never around, she doesn't eat that much, anyway, so I basically have $40 for pizza and stuff. Tee hee hee.
Bad news is I have to work tomorrow morning at 8am. Which I guess means I need to be there at quarter 'til 8. I'm used to going into work at 10 lol. So this is going to be rough on me. But Nicole won't be there breathing down my neck, so it's all good.
That's it for this post-edition.
I think I need to just start focusing soley on the two cars that are in the garage, and as soon as they are taken care of, then worry about the cars waiting in the driveway. Like I want to be sitting out in the rain, anyway.
Also, this really bitchy girl came in today and her charge for the oil change was something over $30.00, and she was like, "What?! I've only ever paid $8 to get my oil changed here! I don't have enough money!" And then she looks at her boyfriend, and he's like, I don't have money. So she's all, "Do you charge? Can I put it on credit?" And I was like, uhhhh, no. Then she says, "Well, my dad has an account here, can I put it on his account?" Well, the only way that can happen is if her car is part of his account, which it's not. So she's having a fit, so I go back to get Tim or Cheri 'cause they know more about this than I do, and just as soon as Tim and I get behind the front desk, the guy pulls out $40 from his pocket. WTF? So that was all taken care of, I think he just didn't want to give her his money. I heard that she's kinda messed up and on drugs. According to Cheri. Who knows. And then I'm talking to myself, "Eight dollars for an oil change? Yeah right. We'd be out of business." Then she comes BACK in, saying, "I asked to have it vacuumed and Armoralled, and it wasn't." And I personally vacuumed it, so I knew THAT much was done, so I found one of the boys in the shop and had him do it real quick. Sheesh. What a brat. Glad I'm never like that.
And I saw lots of puppies today! I love puppies. And I got rained on a lot. That sucked.
But the good news is that Mom and Dad are gone for the weekend and Mom gave us $40 for food and stuff, and since Ashley's never around, she doesn't eat that much, anyway, so I basically have $40 for pizza and stuff. Tee hee hee.
Bad news is I have to work tomorrow morning at 8am. Which I guess means I need to be there at quarter 'til 8. I'm used to going into work at 10 lol. So this is going to be rough on me. But Nicole won't be there breathing down my neck, so it's all good.
That's it for this post-edition.
Weekend
Well, Mom and Dad are going camping for the weekend. Hope they thought to leave some food and/or money for Ashley and I, as I STILL have not gotten a paycheck because I came in at the beginning of a pay period so I gotta wait three weeks from when I started to get paid...which means I have a week. Boo.
In the time that I have been employed at Pennzoil, we have hired and lost (the same) two people. We hired a girl on Wednesday, she worked for three days and didn't show up on Saturday. We hired a guy on Wednesday, he showed up that day, had a flat tire from dodging a deer on the way to work, so he went to fix it during lunch, never came back that day, and didn't show up yesterday, either. Turnover is a crazy thing.
In the time that I have been employed at Pennzoil, we have hired and lost (the same) two people. We hired a girl on Wednesday, she worked for three days and didn't show up on Saturday. We hired a guy on Wednesday, he showed up that day, had a flat tire from dodging a deer on the way to work, so he went to fix it during lunch, never came back that day, and didn't show up yesterday, either. Turnover is a crazy thing.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Fab Five
Is it wrong that I'm in love with Kyan from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy? I mean...he's gay. But hot.
Rain, rain
Well, no crazy dreams last night. A few odd ones here and there 'cause I kept waking up in the middle of the night, but nothing that transferred over into work, anyway.
This spring is turning out to be awful gloomy and rainy, so that's no fun. The days usually start out kinda gross and turn sunny, but today it just was kinda gross all around, always trying to rain on us. Especially right when I got off work, it really started raining. Well, rain is good, at least. Keeps the dust down and the prairie grass greenish. Mostly to keep the dust down.
Went to Las Margaritas for dinner tonight with the family. Had the Arroz con Pollo (I think that's how it's spelled), and it was uber-yummy, except they didn't put enough onions in it, so that made me a little sad. Plus, they quit giving Andes Mints for after dinner :( Oh well.
We pointed out bunches of Berettas to my sister at dinner tonight (we had a window seat) because she didn't know what one was. Suprisingly, I talk a lot about cars at the end of the day. Like the rediculous Lincoln Navigator that came in yesterday. EVERYTHING on that stupid SUV is powered...even the side runners at the bottom of the car that you step on to get in ('cause it's so damn big) SLIDE OUT from under the vehicle when you open the door, and when you close the door, it slides back under the vehicle. Rediculous, I say.
Anyway, I don't REALLY have anything to talk about. I just wanted to put a bunch of silly links on my journal entry today, and I think I will try to do that every day because it's fun :)
Until then, adieu, adieu. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
This spring is turning out to be awful gloomy and rainy, so that's no fun. The days usually start out kinda gross and turn sunny, but today it just was kinda gross all around, always trying to rain on us. Especially right when I got off work, it really started raining. Well, rain is good, at least. Keeps the dust down and the prairie grass greenish. Mostly to keep the dust down.
Went to Las Margaritas for dinner tonight with the family. Had the Arroz con Pollo (I think that's how it's spelled), and it was uber-yummy, except they didn't put enough onions in it, so that made me a little sad. Plus, they quit giving Andes Mints for after dinner :( Oh well.
We pointed out bunches of Berettas to my sister at dinner tonight (we had a window seat) because she didn't know what one was. Suprisingly, I talk a lot about cars at the end of the day. Like the rediculous Lincoln Navigator that came in yesterday. EVERYTHING on that stupid SUV is powered...even the side runners at the bottom of the car that you step on to get in ('cause it's so damn big) SLIDE OUT from under the vehicle when you open the door, and when you close the door, it slides back under the vehicle. Rediculous, I say.
Anyway, I don't REALLY have anything to talk about. I just wanted to put a bunch of silly links on my journal entry today, and I think I will try to do that every day because it's fun :)
Until then, adieu, adieu. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Precognitive Dreams
Weirdeset thing. A few nights ago, I had a dream that my sister had drank too much and was getting sick at the toilet. I get to work that morning, and Cheri, my pregnant manager, was getting sick in the garbage. (Gross.)
Then, last night, I had something like that happen to me TWICE.
With the first one, I'd dreamed that my keys to the car had been left at the cashier counter of whatever store in the mall I was in, and I had to go get them so I could get into my car. Then I locked my keys IN the house so I had to sit there and bang on the door and call the house and try to wake my sister up so she could unlock the door for me so I could get my keys and go to work. When I got to work, some guy had locked his keys in his car, and there were five or six people standing around the car with a pry-bar IN the car, trying to unlock it from the inside. Hahaha. WEIRD.
And then I had another dream last night that I was trying to sleep and there was something smallish lying beside me, being a bed hog. In the dream, that something was a weiner dog. At work, I saw three different weiner dogs.
I think I am going crazy. *Sigh*
Also, I wore my hair in pigtail buns (meatballs), and my manager, Tim, kept calling me "Princess Lea" because of them. Like, I was sitting in a car, getting the odometer reading, when the person who owned the car hadn't popped the hood yet, so Tim was shouting at me to pop the hood while I was in there, and I wasn't paying attention to him, so I just walked off w/ the odometer reading and he shouted "Princess Lea! Pop open the hood!" And I was like, duh, oh yeah, and turned around to do it, and he says, "Y'know the sad thing? You actually responded to 'Princess Lea.'"
Then, last night, I had something like that happen to me TWICE.
With the first one, I'd dreamed that my keys to the car had been left at the cashier counter of whatever store in the mall I was in, and I had to go get them so I could get into my car. Then I locked my keys IN the house so I had to sit there and bang on the door and call the house and try to wake my sister up so she could unlock the door for me so I could get my keys and go to work. When I got to work, some guy had locked his keys in his car, and there were five or six people standing around the car with a pry-bar IN the car, trying to unlock it from the inside. Hahaha. WEIRD.
And then I had another dream last night that I was trying to sleep and there was something smallish lying beside me, being a bed hog. In the dream, that something was a weiner dog. At work, I saw three different weiner dogs.
I think I am going crazy. *Sigh*
Also, I wore my hair in pigtail buns (meatballs), and my manager, Tim, kept calling me "Princess Lea" because of them. Like, I was sitting in a car, getting the odometer reading, when the person who owned the car hadn't popped the hood yet, so Tim was shouting at me to pop the hood while I was in there, and I wasn't paying attention to him, so I just walked off w/ the odometer reading and he shouted "Princess Lea! Pop open the hood!" And I was like, duh, oh yeah, and turned around to do it, and he says, "Y'know the sad thing? You actually responded to 'Princess Lea.'"
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Lost In You
Lying wide awake
Under strange skies
Wanting to call you,
But it is late at night.
And you're far away
But you are always on my mind
I feel like I'm on fire
Nothing I can do
I'm troubled with doubt
Though I know it is not true
And it's times like these
When I am dyin' to speak to you
I'm dyin' to get through
I'm dyin' to speak to you
Dyin' to get through
I'm dyin' to speak to you
Starin' at the wall
I sink inside
I think about it all
I get caught up in my life
I can't think straight
Because it's tearing up my mind
I feel like I'm on fire
Nothing I can do
I'm troubled with doubt
Though I know it is not true
And it's times like these
When I am dyin' to speak to you
Dyin' to get through
Dyin' to get through
The more that i think
How I need you
The more that I think
The more it seems true
And now it means more than I ever meant it to
Ever meant it to
Lyin' wide awake
Under strange skies
Wanting to call you
But it is late at night
And you're far away
But you are always on my mind
You are always on my mind (x6)
by Ash
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
So Mom and I love this show. Dad just sits and laughs at it, but I'd be a little worried if he actually enjoyed it. On the show there are "Hip Tips of the Week" where all the gay guys give you a tip for each of their "areas". For example, cooking, clothing, decor, and socially. Well, one of Carson's tips was to take some sidewalk chalk, wrap it up in a napkin or paper towel or something like that, maybe just a thin cheesecloth, and put it at the bottom of the clothes hamper, that way it would absorb all the moisture in there, especially if clothes are left in for prolong periods of time. Well, Mom took Carson's advice and did just that. A few days later, Dad walks out of the bedroom and goes, "Why is there sidewalk chalk in the bottom of the clothes hamper?" OMG, I just started laughing. So funny. Then he shook his head in shame when he realized what was going on. Hahaha.
Also, Jill and I spend WAY too much time talking about our lava lamps...
Also, Jill and I spend WAY too much time talking about our lava lamps...
*Sigh*
Wes and I had a big long talk in the Walmart parking lot. Well, the talk started in the store itself 'cause that's when Wes called me, but I started getting emotional so I went to my car to finish the conversation.
Wes won't be coming out July 15th through the 20th. He's not going to have enough money to fly out here even though we've been planning this for 2 months and he's been saving. I guess I'm just mad that even though I told him I was going to buy the tickets today, and he said yes, he decided later on that he couldn't afford to do this. Ugh.
I'm mad at myself because I thought that it was going to happen. I'm mad at him for leading me on for as long as he did, and waiting until today to tell me that he wasn't going to be able to afford it. It just felt like all those times he was saying, "Let's wait a few more days, I know we can find a better deal," that he was using that as an excuse to not tell me he wouldn't be able to come out at the planned time.
I don't know. If he hadn't waited as long as he did to tell me, I don't think I would have been as upset as I am right now. I mean, he's still coming out, early August we decided. But he said that it's hard to get away from what he's doing right now, with work and school. Well, that's why we were planning it after his course got over for the summer.
Of course he can't work as much as he'd like to while he's in school, and even though he only has classes 2 times a week, he still has a lot of homework and chapter reading and paper writing to do, which I totally understand. And right now, school is the number one priority. There is no denying that. But I just wish he had told me sooner. Is that really too much to ask? I just got my hopes all up that he was going to be out here in a little over a month...and now he's not.
I don't know. Long distance relationships suck. I've never done this before, and neither has he. And obviously this is hard on both of us. *Sigh* I'm just frustrated. I'm not mad at him anymore because we got a chance to talk about it. He wanted to stop talking earlier when we were both being emotional and when I was crying, but I wouldn't let him. I needed to get my feelings out then or I wouldn't do it at all. And communication is something that's important in any relationship, especially a long distance one.
Wes had told me that he wasn't prepared enough to take the time off, despite the fact that we'd been planning it for so long. I don't think it was actually 2 months that we'd been planning it, but from the time I left to the time he got here,, it would have been about two months, I think. So I told Wes that he needed to start planning right now so that he could come out here sometime before school started. I made him promise me that. And he did. So Wes told me I get to pick the dates that he comes out in early August. That made me feel a lot better. I know he wants to be with me, and I want to be with him, too, obviously. Long distance sucks.
Besides, I guess Wes would have been here the same time that my aunt and uncle from Florida were going to be there. Not only does Wes not really want to deal with parents, I can't imagine that he'd want to meet my Mom's sister and brother-in-law. So maybe this is for the best. I just wish he'd told me earlier so I didn't have my hopes up so high. So that I knew earlier to plan for another time.
I know I'm just rambling and rambling, but I guess this is just my little corner of the internet, my little spotligiht, and I'm going to hog it. Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now, and I need to get it all off my chest before I blow up at someone in the house for something stupid and get in trouble. I guess if I have any new developments, I'll post on here.
Wes won't be coming out July 15th through the 20th. He's not going to have enough money to fly out here even though we've been planning this for 2 months and he's been saving. I guess I'm just mad that even though I told him I was going to buy the tickets today, and he said yes, he decided later on that he couldn't afford to do this. Ugh.
I'm mad at myself because I thought that it was going to happen. I'm mad at him for leading me on for as long as he did, and waiting until today to tell me that he wasn't going to be able to afford it. It just felt like all those times he was saying, "Let's wait a few more days, I know we can find a better deal," that he was using that as an excuse to not tell me he wouldn't be able to come out at the planned time.
I don't know. If he hadn't waited as long as he did to tell me, I don't think I would have been as upset as I am right now. I mean, he's still coming out, early August we decided. But he said that it's hard to get away from what he's doing right now, with work and school. Well, that's why we were planning it after his course got over for the summer.
Of course he can't work as much as he'd like to while he's in school, and even though he only has classes 2 times a week, he still has a lot of homework and chapter reading and paper writing to do, which I totally understand. And right now, school is the number one priority. There is no denying that. But I just wish he had told me sooner. Is that really too much to ask? I just got my hopes all up that he was going to be out here in a little over a month...and now he's not.
I don't know. Long distance relationships suck. I've never done this before, and neither has he. And obviously this is hard on both of us. *Sigh* I'm just frustrated. I'm not mad at him anymore because we got a chance to talk about it. He wanted to stop talking earlier when we were both being emotional and when I was crying, but I wouldn't let him. I needed to get my feelings out then or I wouldn't do it at all. And communication is something that's important in any relationship, especially a long distance one.
Wes had told me that he wasn't prepared enough to take the time off, despite the fact that we'd been planning it for so long. I don't think it was actually 2 months that we'd been planning it, but from the time I left to the time he got here,, it would have been about two months, I think. So I told Wes that he needed to start planning right now so that he could come out here sometime before school started. I made him promise me that. And he did. So Wes told me I get to pick the dates that he comes out in early August. That made me feel a lot better. I know he wants to be with me, and I want to be with him, too, obviously. Long distance sucks.
Besides, I guess Wes would have been here the same time that my aunt and uncle from Florida were going to be there. Not only does Wes not really want to deal with parents, I can't imagine that he'd want to meet my Mom's sister and brother-in-law. So maybe this is for the best. I just wish he'd told me earlier so I didn't have my hopes up so high. So that I knew earlier to plan for another time.
I know I'm just rambling and rambling, but I guess this is just my little corner of the internet, my little spotligiht, and I'm going to hog it. Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now, and I need to get it all off my chest before I blow up at someone in the house for something stupid and get in trouble. I guess if I have any new developments, I'll post on here.
Gmail
Well, I just got a Gmail account. My friend Rich sent me an invitation to it, an it's pretty darn snazzy. If I get a thing that lets me invite people, I wonder who I will invite to use it?? Who knows.
It's really cool 'cause it has TONS of storage room, and keeps "conversations" of emails. So if you and Betty Jo are emailing eachother back and forth with the same email subject (just replying back to eachother), it keeps it all on ONE thing, so you don't have a ton of emails just sitting there. So that's kinda neat.
If my message I sent to anyone didn't work, my Gmail address is bubbletoes@gmail.com just in case.
It sure is nice to have a day off in the middle of the week with no one home. I might go shower and head into Walmart to see if they have anything "crafty" for me to do. I'm bored again. And it's a really nice day, too, so that's a plus. Might go sit outside for a bit, soak up some sun, since I'm so awful pale this summer, being as I'm not working mowing lawns this summer.
It's really cool 'cause it has TONS of storage room, and keeps "conversations" of emails. So if you and Betty Jo are emailing eachother back and forth with the same email subject (just replying back to eachother), it keeps it all on ONE thing, so you don't have a ton of emails just sitting there. So that's kinda neat.
If my message I sent to anyone didn't work, my Gmail address is bubbletoes@gmail.com just in case.
It sure is nice to have a day off in the middle of the week with no one home. I might go shower and head into Walmart to see if they have anything "crafty" for me to do. I'm bored again. And it's a really nice day, too, so that's a plus. Might go sit outside for a bit, soak up some sun, since I'm so awful pale this summer, being as I'm not working mowing lawns this summer.
fuzzy tastebuds
so i guess having fuzzy tastebuds makes your tongue retain color really well.
mmm. pixie stix.
Monday, June 14, 2004
I'm never going to find something cheap.
Well, tickets are still at $350 or so. So I don't know what we're going to do. I think we're just going to have to settle for something kinda expensive. From what I hear, $350's not that bad. But now we've missed out on the $343 deal. Oooh, a whole $7.
Arg. Oh well. Still waiting for a call from Wes. Doesn't matter if he calls too late tonight, as I don't have to work tomorrow since I'm working on Saturday. If that makes sense.
Someone with their beast of a Hummer came in today and we couldn't find the stupid manufacturer of the car...American Motors or something like that. Geeeez. One of the grease monkeys said "I think Hummer is the manufacturer...I think it's the H2, by Hummer" lol. Too funny.
Legs are sore. In need of a massage.
Arg. Oh well. Still waiting for a call from Wes. Doesn't matter if he calls too late tonight, as I don't have to work tomorrow since I'm working on Saturday. If that makes sense.
Someone with their beast of a Hummer came in today and we couldn't find the stupid manufacturer of the car...American Motors or something like that. Geeeez. One of the grease monkeys said "I think Hummer is the manufacturer...I think it's the H2, by Hummer" lol. Too funny.
Legs are sore. In need of a massage.
Sunday, June 13, 2004
GRRRR!
Okay, this is getting really irritating. I want to fucking buy a ticket, and for some reason, I have the feeling the Wes is putting it off because he secretly doesn't want to come out here and visit 'cause he hates flying, hates "meeting the parents", is allergic to cats and probably something else. I've been out there to visit him. I was there for nine days. He can come out here for a little bit. JUST ONCE. That's all I'm asking. It's not like I want him to come out here ALL the freakin' time. Just for this once, to meet my parents so they feel better about the whole situation.
Ugh.
I don't know why this is irritating me so much, either. This is just what I THINK he's doing, mind you. But whatever it is, it's irritating. He keeps saying, "Trust me, it's all going to work out, I promise." I told him that if the prices go up because he didn't want to buy now, then he can't bitch about anything. 'Cause I've been sitting here for the last 2 days trying to find tickets and he doesn't want to seem to help. I'm getting frustrated.
So then I call him to talk about it, and he's just sitting there watching Jackass on MTV, laughing at all the retarded stuff they're doing. ARG. I'm so not in the mood for this right now.
Ugh.
I don't know why this is irritating me so much, either. This is just what I THINK he's doing, mind you. But whatever it is, it's irritating. He keeps saying, "Trust me, it's all going to work out, I promise." I told him that if the prices go up because he didn't want to buy now, then he can't bitch about anything. 'Cause I've been sitting here for the last 2 days trying to find tickets and he doesn't want to seem to help. I'm getting frustrated.
So then I call him to talk about it, and he's just sitting there watching Jackass on MTV, laughing at all the retarded stuff they're doing. ARG. I'm so not in the mood for this right now.
Something interesting
I found some tickets on Ebay thanks to my friend Johnathan for $79 + $4 shipping and handling, which comes to a total of only $83! Wes thinks that the $343 tickets are too expensive, and he's right, they ARE very expensive. But I really want to see him soon, and now that I have a job, I'm more willing to spend a little more money on the tickets, even though I still think of myself as being poor because I haven't received a paycheck yet.
Anyway, I hope that these tickets on Ebay work out 'cause they almost sound too good to be true. I sent the seller some questions about the tickets, so hopefully I will recieve some information from her quickly.
On a more fun note, Victoria's Secret is having a big summer sale, and I think I need some new underwear. You just can't beat $2.99 for a pair of underwear and $9.99 for a bra. Unless you're at Wal*Mart, I guess.
Anyway, I hope that these tickets on Ebay work out 'cause they almost sound too good to be true. I sent the seller some questions about the tickets, so hopefully I will recieve some information from her quickly.
On a more fun note, Victoria's Secret is having a big summer sale, and I think I need some new underwear. You just can't beat $2.99 for a pair of underwear and $9.99 for a bra. Unless you're at Wal*Mart, I guess.
Funny Picture
What do poor college students do when their cell phone battery breaks? Well, if they're engineering students...
Thought this was rather humorous
Thought this was rather humorous
Memories
When I was a little kid, I wouldn't spit out my toothpaste after brushing my teeth...I'd just swallow it. Apparently that's bad for you.
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Fun times at trivia
Ahhhhh, so I'm pretty sure my old roomie hates me now. We were playing trivia tonight on AIM when the subject of marriage was brought up. She had said that we were all invited to her wedding. And I was like, "What wedding?. And she's all, "I know you don't like him, roomie," and I just couldn't believe she was being serious! Troy! Who cheated on her twice! In less than a year's time! Troy! Who she fights with all the time when they talk on the phone. But she says it's different when they're in person. Which that part I can understand because it's the same way with Wes and me. But still!! I just don't understand her! She says she still loves him. I don't get it.
So we talked about it, in trivia, with everyone else there listening. They don't know all the details of the story like I do, so oh well. But I jokingly said that I would ojbect to the bonds at the wedding ceremony. Then she said I wasn't invited to the wedding, and I said, "Good, I didn't want to go anyway," and she got all pissed off at me, and basically tried to make me feel bad for a while on trivia, snapping at every typo I made or making rude comments to me.
There's really nothing I can do. She'll get bored because no one else is talking to her 'cause she was mean to them, then she'll start talking to me again. It may take a couple weeks, but fuck it. I figure if she can forgive Troy for what he did to her, then my deal isn't nearly as bad.
She just needs to find someone who will treat her right, someone who is good for her, and someone who respects her. She deserves way better than him, and I think deep down, she knows it, she just needs to tell herself that and get things figured out. I really really hope she does not marry that bastard. No one gets married at 19 when they're still in college!!! ARG!!!! I really really really don't understand her. It just makes me mad thinking about it, and I don't even live NEAR her! We live like, 8 hours away in different states. We're not going to be roommates next year 'cause she's staying in the dorms and I'm going to get an apartment. So it's not like this is even going to be that big of a deal once we're back in school. Ugh. I just don't know. It's messed up, that's all I can say.
So we talked about it, in trivia, with everyone else there listening. They don't know all the details of the story like I do, so oh well. But I jokingly said that I would ojbect to the bonds at the wedding ceremony. Then she said I wasn't invited to the wedding, and I said, "Good, I didn't want to go anyway," and she got all pissed off at me, and basically tried to make me feel bad for a while on trivia, snapping at every typo I made or making rude comments to me.
There's really nothing I can do. She'll get bored because no one else is talking to her 'cause she was mean to them, then she'll start talking to me again. It may take a couple weeks, but fuck it. I figure if she can forgive Troy for what he did to her, then my deal isn't nearly as bad.
She just needs to find someone who will treat her right, someone who is good for her, and someone who respects her. She deserves way better than him, and I think deep down, she knows it, she just needs to tell herself that and get things figured out. I really really hope she does not marry that bastard. No one gets married at 19 when they're still in college!!! ARG!!!! I really really really don't understand her. It just makes me mad thinking about it, and I don't even live NEAR her! We live like, 8 hours away in different states. We're not going to be roommates next year 'cause she's staying in the dorms and I'm going to get an apartment. So it's not like this is even going to be that big of a deal once we're back in school. Ugh. I just don't know. It's messed up, that's all I can say.
Also, Wes and I are trying to find airline tickets, and we can't find anything under $300. This is getting frustrating.
July plans
I think this weekend Wes and I are going to start looking for plane tickets for him to come out and visit me for the first time. He's still trying to get me to come out there again, but we both know it's his turn to come out here. Besides, even if he comes out here ONCE, just to meet my parents, that will be enough for me. Unless I have a place of my own, I would much rather go out and visit him. It's just nicer that way.
*sigh* I miss him. I keep having dreams with him in them. So I guess that's a good thing, eh? I think he's having a harder time of us being apart because I came into his life and was just an addition to everything else he did...for me, it was a vacation, flying out to see him for a week and whatnot. So it's a little different. But I do still miss him dearly and sometimes wish I'd stayed in TN for the summer instead of coming back home. I guess there's not a lot I can do about it now. Just try to keep in mind that in a little over a month, I'll be able to be with him again.
I guess I should start checking out Hotwire and Travelocity and all those fun places...
*sigh* I miss him. I keep having dreams with him in them. So I guess that's a good thing, eh? I think he's having a harder time of us being apart because I came into his life and was just an addition to everything else he did...for me, it was a vacation, flying out to see him for a week and whatnot. So it's a little different. But I do still miss him dearly and sometimes wish I'd stayed in TN for the summer instead of coming back home. I guess there's not a lot I can do about it now. Just try to keep in mind that in a little over a month, I'll be able to be with him again.
I guess I should start checking out Hotwire and Travelocity and all those fun places...
Drunken phone calls
Wow. Last night must have been "I'm bored/single, so I'm going to call Andrea when I'm drunk" night. Around 8:30 last night I got a call from Brandon, an ex boyfriend of mine from a few years back. We were eating dinner at the time, so I didn't answer the phone. But Brandon was kind enough to leave me a voicemail saying something to the effect of: "Hey Andrea, it's Brandon. Fuckin' Jami threw me out to the curb like a fuckin' little bitch. So I'm single now and on the rebound. So you should give me a call. Fuckin' listen to me 'cause I'm drunk." So that was charming and all. I decided not to call him back. Now he's online talking to me. Apparently he was so obliterated at 8:30pm that he doesn't even remember making that phone call, and feels like a dipshit now. Haha.
THEN Sergio called, this guy who last summer I'd really liked (despite the silly name), but he never seemed to return the feelings. So I gave up on him early last summer. And last month when I went out to the bars for the first time back home with Brandon and some of his friends, I saw Sergio at one of them. So we exchanged phone numbers, even though I'm with Wes 'cause I thought it would be nice to hang out. But then I kept getting the feeling that he wanted to do more than just hang out. And I just didn't want to have to deal with that, so I just stopped answering the phone unless it was Wes or Lacey or someone else that I don't have to make up reasons for why I want to stay in tonight. Well, anyway, he called last night, I didn't answer, 'cause I'm being a pussy, and he left me a voicemail saying that he hadn't talked to me in a long time, and that I should give him a call so we can hang out. So I didn't, of course. Instead, I turned my phone off and went to bed, only to find a voicemail waiting for me this morning. Not sure who it was from, Brandon or Sergio, but I'm thinking Sergio, but all it said was "Helllllllllo!" and they hung up...So glad I'm so popular with the drunk/bored/single bunch these days. Bah.
THEN Sergio called, this guy who last summer I'd really liked (despite the silly name), but he never seemed to return the feelings. So I gave up on him early last summer. And last month when I went out to the bars for the first time back home with Brandon and some of his friends, I saw Sergio at one of them. So we exchanged phone numbers, even though I'm with Wes 'cause I thought it would be nice to hang out. But then I kept getting the feeling that he wanted to do more than just hang out. And I just didn't want to have to deal with that, so I just stopped answering the phone unless it was Wes or Lacey or someone else that I don't have to make up reasons for why I want to stay in tonight. Well, anyway, he called last night, I didn't answer, 'cause I'm being a pussy, and he left me a voicemail saying that he hadn't talked to me in a long time, and that I should give him a call so we can hang out. So I didn't, of course. Instead, I turned my phone off and went to bed, only to find a voicemail waiting for me this morning. Not sure who it was from, Brandon or Sergio, but I'm thinking Sergio, but all it said was "Helllllllllo!" and they hung up...So glad I'm so popular with the drunk/bored/single bunch these days. Bah.
KRTU 91.7 FM - Jazz for San Antonio
KRTU 91.7 FM - Jazz for San Antonio
My friend Orlando finally got back on the airwaves at a local radio station in San Antonio, TX, and I'm listening to him right now. Going to try to decipher the songs and who's who, 'cause he's not saying anyone's names on the radio!!
Orly's Song List
Ash - Clones
something...not sure lol...soft, maybe a commercial?
wrong track
something rocking now, i'm assuming Ash again. tell us what the songs are!!!
no clue
k, i'm only going to write in songs that i KNOW...so play me somethin' i know!
Charloettons (sp?) Up At The Lake
commercial break
(210)999-8313
Ben Folds - Someone Cooler Than You(yay!!!)
Firey Furnaces - Crystal Clear
awwww! wyoming was mentioned!('cause i called to let orly know i was listening)
something creepy/erie sounding
well, it's about an hour into the program. i'm pooped, so i think i'm going to bed. Orly, it was great listening to your music on the online radio...never done that before.
g'night all!
My friend Orlando finally got back on the airwaves at a local radio station in San Antonio, TX, and I'm listening to him right now. Going to try to decipher the songs and who's who, 'cause he's not saying anyone's names on the radio!!
Orly's Song List
Ash - Clones
something...not sure lol...soft, maybe a commercial?
wrong track
something rocking now, i'm assuming Ash again. tell us what the songs are!!!
no clue
k, i'm only going to write in songs that i KNOW...so play me somethin' i know!
Charloettons (sp?) Up At The Lake
commercial break
(210)999-8313
Ben Folds - Someone Cooler Than You(yay!!!)
Firey Furnaces - Crystal Clear
awwww! wyoming was mentioned!('cause i called to let orly know i was listening)
something creepy/erie sounding
well, it's about an hour into the program. i'm pooped, so i think i'm going to bed. Orly, it was great listening to your music on the online radio...never done that before.
g'night all!
Friday, June 11, 2004
I survived!
I was writing a post earlier, and I think I accidentally closed the browser...so I'll have to start over. I was going to start putting all my posts from my LJ here so that it would all be in one spot, but I figured that was redundant and gay...so I'm going to have to NOT do that, and go ahead and delete the beginnings of my efforts. If someone wants to read the last 6 months of my life, they can go see my LJ.
I survived my first week of work!!! Which means I should be able to go on for the rest of the summer. I've been making less and less mistakes as the day goes by. The one thing that bothers me is Nicole when I can't figure something out, 'cause she just DOES it for me, and doesn't really explain what she's doing, or she says it in a way that says "Duh, you should know this by now." So the other day when she wasn't working was kinda nice. I mean, she's nice enough, but still...I'm new, gimme a break. Still learning.
Hmmmm. Lacey's out of the hospital, minus one appendix. She's doing well, so I'm glad to hear that. I was a little concerned. I'm going to have to get her a "get well" card tomorrow, even tho I said I was going to do it today.
Wes and I are going to get plane tickets for his visit out here this weekend...I'm excited, 'cause I miss him a lot and I want to see him again. He keeps trying to get me to come out AGAIN, but it's his turn. If he comes out here this once, I'll be more than happy to come out and visit him several more times. But I understand where he's coming from 'cause I'm living at home w/ my parents right now, and I have a cat, and he's allergic, so that's not the best environment for him to be stayin in for long periods of time. So we'll see. I'd just like him to stay longer than 3 days.
Let's see...I had something else I was going to say...but I forgot. Except that I'm going to try to get Mom to get me a pedicure this weekend for my tootsies. They's sore.
I also need to do laundry and clean my room and take out the garbage. And maybe paint my toenails. And sleep in :D That will be SOOO nice. Listen to some music all day, some music that's NOT Toby Keith or Allan Jackson or Jimmy Buffet (the only thing that our radio station plays...blah).
Maybe I'll get Mom to buy me some new sheets for my bed...the ones for my old bed are too small, and the ones for their bed are too big...so the sheets never stay on one way or another. It's really irritating. And I want fun colors...they have boring colors...
Well, it's about that time. I think I covered everything for the day.
I survived my first week of work!!! Which means I should be able to go on for the rest of the summer. I've been making less and less mistakes as the day goes by. The one thing that bothers me is Nicole when I can't figure something out, 'cause she just DOES it for me, and doesn't really explain what she's doing, or she says it in a way that says "Duh, you should know this by now." So the other day when she wasn't working was kinda nice. I mean, she's nice enough, but still...I'm new, gimme a break. Still learning.
Hmmmm. Lacey's out of the hospital, minus one appendix. She's doing well, so I'm glad to hear that. I was a little concerned. I'm going to have to get her a "get well" card tomorrow, even tho I said I was going to do it today.
Wes and I are going to get plane tickets for his visit out here this weekend...I'm excited, 'cause I miss him a lot and I want to see him again. He keeps trying to get me to come out AGAIN, but it's his turn. If he comes out here this once, I'll be more than happy to come out and visit him several more times. But I understand where he's coming from 'cause I'm living at home w/ my parents right now, and I have a cat, and he's allergic, so that's not the best environment for him to be stayin in for long periods of time. So we'll see. I'd just like him to stay longer than 3 days.
Let's see...I had something else I was going to say...but I forgot. Except that I'm going to try to get Mom to get me a pedicure this weekend for my tootsies. They's sore.
I also need to do laundry and clean my room and take out the garbage. And maybe paint my toenails. And sleep in :D That will be SOOO nice. Listen to some music all day, some music that's NOT Toby Keith or Allan Jackson or Jimmy Buffet (the only thing that our radio station plays...blah).
Maybe I'll get Mom to buy me some new sheets for my bed...the ones for my old bed are too small, and the ones for their bed are too big...so the sheets never stay on one way or another. It's really irritating. And I want fun colors...they have boring colors...
Well, it's about that time. I think I covered everything for the day.
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Blogger Help : What is BlogThis! ?
Blogger Help : What is BlogThis! ?
Haha, I have NO idea what I'm doing right now...My first few posts on this thing are just going to be trying to figure the whole system out, as it's obviously different than LJ.
Speaking of LJ, for former posts, visit My Live Journal
(one more test...to see if pictures work the same)
Haha, I have NO idea what I'm doing right now...My first few posts on this thing are just going to be trying to figure the whole system out, as it's obviously different than LJ.
Speaking of LJ, for former posts, visit My Live Journal
(one more test...to see if pictures work the same)
Appendectomies and Blustery Days
Today was my 4th day at my new job. It was REALLY freakin' windy ALL DAY LONG! Okay, maybe not first thing in the morning, but it got rediculously windy as the day went on. I STILL have bits of dirt in my eyeballs and need to go shower soon. I feel really grimey. Moreso than when I worked at the school district mowing lawns for three summers.
Work was actually a lot of fun once it got going and there were a lot of people in line waiting to be serviced. If they're waiting, that means I have time to get their information into the computer w/o the guys in the shop wondering whether or not the car needs vacuumed and what kind of oil it needs. The worst is when you have a new customer and you have to put all their information into the computer, and then you have to find out all their car's information so you can get THAT into the computer, too! It's especially the pits when you have 2 cars come in that are new at the same time, and they're the ONLY two cars in there...then it feels like everyone's waiting around on you, and it sucks. RAWR. Oh well. I'm getting the hang of it and I think I'm making less mistakes every day...I hope.
On another note, I got a call today while I was at work, well, a message today while I was working, that my best friend Lacey is in the hospital getting her appendix removed. Scared me to death when her friend left the message saying that Lacey was in the hospital, but then when she said WHY, I felt a lot better, having already been through the appendectomy process with an ex boyfriend a couple summers ago. I still haven't been able to get ahold of her, so I don't know how she's doing, what hospital she's in, or where to send her a get well card. I might have to call her mom to get it all figured out. She should be out of the hospital soon. I just hope they didn't have to cut near her tattoo. She'd have a fit. I bet she'd rather let her appendix explode than have them mess up that tattoo.
Work was actually a lot of fun once it got going and there were a lot of people in line waiting to be serviced. If they're waiting, that means I have time to get their information into the computer w/o the guys in the shop wondering whether or not the car needs vacuumed and what kind of oil it needs. The worst is when you have a new customer and you have to put all their information into the computer, and then you have to find out all their car's information so you can get THAT into the computer, too! It's especially the pits when you have 2 cars come in that are new at the same time, and they're the ONLY two cars in there...then it feels like everyone's waiting around on you, and it sucks. RAWR. Oh well. I'm getting the hang of it and I think I'm making less mistakes every day...I hope.
On another note, I got a call today while I was at work, well, a message today while I was working, that my best friend Lacey is in the hospital getting her appendix removed. Scared me to death when her friend left the message saying that Lacey was in the hospital, but then when she said WHY, I felt a lot better, having already been through the appendectomy process with an ex boyfriend a couple summers ago. I still haven't been able to get ahold of her, so I don't know how she's doing, what hospital she's in, or where to send her a get well card. I might have to call her mom to get it all figured out. She should be out of the hospital soon. I just hope they didn't have to cut near her tattoo. She'd have a fit. I bet she'd rather let her appendix explode than have them mess up that tattoo.
My first post!
This is just a test of my first post. Wanted to make sure that everything was working alright, and see what kinds of things I can change. I'm looking for something other than Live Journal 'cause I can never get the pages to open up right away w/o having to refresh them 10 times or so...
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