Currently Playing Jagged Little Pill By Alanis Morissette see related

   I've rediscovered my love affair with Alanis Morissette. Old school Alanis.

   Sometimes I think that I'm good at everything (as in I CAN do most things  and fairly well if I try hard enough) but there's nothing that I'm GREAT at. I have no FORTE. I don't like to count giving people advice because half the time... no, no... over half the time, people don't listen to me. I'M ALWAYS RIGHT THOUGH. No I'm not self righteous at all. Really though, I don't DO anything. DAMN YOU MOM AND DAD FOR NEVER MAKING ME DO ANYTHING.

   Since I have no real talent, I work my ass off to do other stuff that I don't care about (i.e. THIS HUMANITIES PROJECT) really well because, hey, if I fail, I have NOTHING to fall back on. What is this crap? I should do something retarded and get a claim to fame and a million dollars... well... at least a million dollars. Maybe I could sell candles that scream as they burn or something. Ha. I'd pay for that.

   I have to work from 11-6 tomorrow. BAH. I have to go to 8am church if I want to go. BSHA. I need to learn the layout of the store dammit. I asked Troy today how he works almost 40 hours a week and then goes to school for over 15 hours and doesn't DIE. He said he thinks its because he does everything last minute anyway so this wasn't much of a change for him. I'VE BEEN DOIN THIS CRAP ALL WRONG, MAN.

   Turns out that they've been screwing him even more than we'd thought before. Not only is he working almost 20 hours more than he asked for, they never raised his pay when he started working merchandising. He's been making 8 dollars an hour but the new people that just got hired are making 9.50. That's crap. Supposedly they're going to fix it. I DON'T TRUST THEM.

   School can fuck itself. I don't feel like having all my tests all at once. I really shouldn't complain because I only have 2 real tests this week. I have a test in Spanish 1 but I've done up through Spanish 3 already so that isn't anything big. Then there's humanities. Two big projects due wednesday and a possible quiz on monday... BUT NO TESTS. Haven't decided if I like that or not.

   So Francesca has a little admirer. His name is Curly. Actually I don't know what his name is but apparently he has perfect curls. Whatever. I DUB THEE CURLY. He apparently asked her to go see a movie sometime which generally (in boy language) means: "Hey I think you're NEATO and I'd like you to be my GAL." You never want to look at it that way though because you know he'd come to the door the night of the "movie" and you're in a RHINSTONE evening gown or something and he's brought his girlfriend Muffy.

   I'm thinking Memaw doesn't like her hair. Apparently my cousin said she didn't like it at all and when Memaw said that everyone else liked it, my cousin said "Well, I'M telling the truth." This from an 11 year old child who wear a padded bra to make herself an A cup and hair always in a crappy ponytail. I think she'll get used to it but I feel kind of bad because I was like "COME ON MEMAW. CUT YOUR HAIR. DO IT... DO IT."

   For clarification:

       1) Gynocologist= VAGINA DOCTOR (females ONLY)

       2) Obgyn= VAGINA AND PREGNANCY DOCTOR (females ONLY)

       3) Urologist= GENITAL AND BLADDER DOCTOR (males and females... ONLY)

   Not sure why I capitalized all those. Although they ARE very exciting.

   Fruit men... you have been violated. Your images have ben stolen and disguised as answers to a circuits quiz... BUT I DID NOT SIGN IT. PROVE IT WAS ME... but don't look at my last entry. Need I remind you, there was a cherry guy and a strawberry guy, but no apple guy. That changes the story COMPLETELY.

   I guess I should go to bed now because I have to get up in LESS THAN SIX HOURS. PSH. HATE.

   I actually came home from work... HAPPY. This job is much goodness. I'm tellin you Ava... screw Cheddars. Apply to The Container Store, man. Obviously don't quit first. Good pay, good job, NO RELYING ON TIPS. Or commission for that matter. You should at least check it out.

    Okay, best story ever: I went with Troy to 2 of his classes today. Just for the hell of it. Boring circuits and boring some numbered class with a letter C in it. 231C? WHATEVER. Anyway, in the circuits class I took a quiz. Ask me if I know anything about circuitry. GO ON. ASK ME.

NO. NO I DON'T.

   You know what I did instead of actually trying to work out the problems? I DREW FRUIT PEOPLE. IT WAS AWESOME. I drew a strawberry guy and a grapes man with LONG VINEY LEGS and a little cherry guy with no legs, only feet. he had arms though. THEY HUGGED HIS FAT BODY. It was great. You know what THE BEST part is? I TURNED IT IN. YAAAAAAAAAAAAY. He better appreciate my artistic skills. Dammit.

   You know what else was awesome? After the classes, we were walking through campus and some guy with a big table of books goes "HEY WANT A FREE NOVEL?" HECK YES I DO. I GOT A FREE BOOK. It's called Wild Animus by Rich Shapero. FREE BOOK MAN. Thought I was gonna explode. Apparently, they give a lot of stuff away during the first few weeks of school down there. I saw free snow cones but I forgot about them when the time came that I could actually get one. Curse you memory.

   I tell you, my mortal enemy is THE INTERCOM. At work, I always manage to screw something up when I'm talking. HATE. I will conquer you Intercom. Your day is coming.

   There's this really tall guy named Alex (Who I called Chris for about an hour and a half) who is really nice. He's a senior at Mccallum. He pretty much helped me with everything all day because even though I was supposed to be shadowing people, Cindy (the second person I shadowed) would be like "HERE DO THIS OKAY BYE" and leave me all alone. ALONE I TELL YOU. It actually got fun once I stopped being so friggin nervous.

   Had a urology appt. I'm AMAZINGLY HEALTHY. My pediatric urology doctor had told me the last time I saw him that he would continue to see me until I was 21 if I wanted and OF COURSE I  SAID YES. Best Doctor ever. He has a "Chandler-like" quality. Very nice. Well today he said he could even continue to see me up until my first pregnancy whenever I decide to have kids.

   Note to self: Kids=NOOOOOO

      Grandparents day is this Sunday. So send your grandparent something. Or scare your parents and give them a card and say "HAPPY GRANDPARENTS DAY" while you rub your belly menacingly.

   I have 2 projects to do/finish. BAH.

Currently Playing JoJo By JoJo see related

   Jojo. What can I say about you? You're 13. You're a ho in the making. Actually, you're pretty much there. One more thing... When you complained that "it's hard for you because you have your mom with you all the time in the studio and at home and when you hang out with your friends at the mall or whatever because not only is she your mom, she's your manager"... well... YOU'RE 13. YOUR MOM BETTER BE EVERYWHERE. HOLY CRAP. YOU CAN'T EVEN DRIVE YET. If I ever meet you, I will slap you.

   As for you people who write those kinds of songs for a 13 year old girl, there is a special place in hell reserved for you.

   Ah yes. The INFAMOUS boob picture... if only it twer my boobage. No no, it is the boob of Troy's little brother, Wade. He had a pudgy period. No lie. Actually, if you ask me (most people do... SO LIKE IT) he's going through a thin period. I think he's destined to be a chunk. He's a drinker anyway... he will have the beer belly. Mark my words.

   I have to pee.

   I had another training day today. The Container Store prides itself for the amount of brainwashing... I mean training... that it provides for their employees. I make fun but it really is a good job.  Don't knock the products man. We have so much crap that you have no idea you wanted but once you know it exist,s IT HAUNTS YOU.Oh yeah, by the way, my discount isn't in addition to already discounted stuff (for anyone who reads Savealot22's journal). I get either the empolyee discount or the customer discount (whichever is better). I can get in trouble if I just let other people use it too.... SO LEAVE ME ALONE CAUSE YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY. GOD. STOP MOOCHING. BODAGGIT.

   Hmmm. What else? I'm sitting here in Troy's room at his apartment with Craig listening to his mom talk because she's incredibly loud even over the phone. NOT a GREAT SKILL. Troy isn't home yet... still at work.

   I AM SO BORING I HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT.

   Memaw got her hair cut today. STILL NOT A GRANDMA CUT. She got it cut to her chin and permed so it actually looks REALLY good. I hope I'm a hot grandma when I'm freakin 71.

   That's all for now. Maybe I'll think of something worth reading to put down here later. I need a funny story... or sOmeting. Maybe I'll just tell you all your wildest dreams will come true if you read my journal.

Currently Reading Bridget Jones's Diary By Helen Fielding see related

   Another long night... kind of. Did some work. I think I'm becoming compulsive about doing my homework. I can't fully enjoy going out or just relaxing until  I have a majority of it done. Think I'll do spanish after this.

   Yesterday was Memaw's birthday. I got her a card a couple days ago and I called her to wish her a happy birthday LAST night but I was going to actually give her the card when I saw her today. Francesca and I got her flowers and a "Grandparents Day" card... which I just realized isn't until the 12th so I'm glad we didn't get to give it to her yet. Long story short she wasn't at home. She was watching my cousin play soccer in GEORGETOWN.

Moral: WASTING GAS IS DUMB.

   I'm sure there was something better to learn. I didn't learn it.

   Watched the first installment of THE HISTORY OF SEX. Interesting. Way back when, everyone (Chinese, Japanese, Indian) thought sex was (at least part of) the path to enlightenment. I beg to differ. Can't say I've ever met a very brilliant hooker. Guess it's all about the TECHNIQUE. Oh yeah, the next time a guy tries to tell you he's got blue balls, just remember that in the OLDEN days, men withheld ejaculation to become more powerful. If you could do it 10 times you became IMMORTAL. Wonder if it worked for women. Note to self... 

   I've got this sharp feeling in my intestinal tract. I used to get it a lot but it's been a while. Never figured out what causes it. I can feel it go down though... so I usually know when it's gonna stop. Good times.

   Since I got this job, a "friend" of mine was talking to me and I was mentioning the benefits I get and they said (more or less) "OH GOOD CAUSE I HAVE THIS THING I'VE BEEN WANTING TO GET." PSH. What is this? I know you're supposed to help out friends and share and whatnot, but COME ON. I hate when people assume... in general. I HATE when people think that just because I'm their friend that I'm gonna give them stuff. The friendship has kind of gone downhill anyway. MAYBE I DON'T WANNA GIVE YOU STUFF, HUH? Always ask. It's all about manipulation. Learn to ask for things the right way and you can get anything. I'm serious.

   Kind of looking forward to when something worth talking about happens to me. I have to write something though. I've had major journal withdrawl since I lost the last one. I know only one maybe 2 people read this... but it still feels better than just writing on a word document or something. Not to mention with word crap you can't respond to people... COME ON.

   As for these eprops things, correct me if I'm wrong, but are people grading my on my thoughts? "How DARE you be boring this time... ENTERTAIN ME FOOL." Hmmm, sounds suspicious. Does anyone else just write for sanity's sake? This place seems kind of like an outlet for journalist wannabes... AM I GOOD ENOUGH? Give me eprops I tell you... I NEED JUSTIFICATION.

   Poop on neediness.