[ Tuesday, July 23, 2002 ]

 
   

Mood: Mix between Happy, Sad, and Angry
Music: Zimbabwean Remix (It's an IZ thinger)

Whoa....damn...haven't updated here in awhile....a long while....*sweatdrops* I'll update you on the current info of my oh-so-exciting life. Beware...cussing is in this post. A lot. I tried to keep it minimal in the first coupla sentences....but...eh...I'm in a cussing mood and must let it out or I will explode.

I'm quitting my job. My last day is August 2nd. I can't stand how they treat us down there- both management and the "guests" (Aka Our fancy-ass way of saying "customer"). Get this- because I actually do physical labor in my job, I should be making an extra $.25 an hour than other 15 year olds. But those @$$-f00kers that call themselves "management" are paying me still minimum wage. Tried to get it changed, but still nada. @$$holes. And it's not a normal day if I don't get cussed out at least 3 times. It's not like it's my fucking fault that the prices are too high. Believe me, if I could control the pricing, then it'd be much less. But I don't...so there's no reason to blame me for it. I want to smack the people when they cuss us out. But instead, I have to call my lead over. Curse this world we live in...><

Another reason I'm pissed off. My brother is getting my car. MY car. MY car that my parents PROMISED me I could have when both Beth and Caleb went to college. Well, since my brother fucked around at college and has to go to a local one, my parents decided that he shouldn't have to take public transportation and so they're giving him my car. Yet another lovely broken promise in my life of wonders. If were my parents, I'd do more than give him a slap on the wrists and a "Don't do it again.." *sigh* Sometimes, I rilly have to wonder how people can be so stupid. When my brother gets more C's and D's in UMSt.L, I'm going to literally point at my parents and laugh. Laugh until my stomach cramps up and I fall to the floor twitching. Ahhh....how I love to say "I told you so."

I'm sad because part of me is always sad. Nuffin in particular, but I'm always sad. Even when I think I'm happy.

I'm happy because my mom actually didn't care that I talked to a guy in the mall. She....s-she said she was proud of me for not being scared to flirt a little unlike her other "children". O_O (Both Beth and Caleb are scared stiff of the opposite sex.) This coming from the woman who said I can't date until this year and gave me the fucking 3rd degree when Marc called me like everyday. And I didn't really consider it flirting at the time...just being funny. Anywho...about the guy....*grins* He looked 17-18ish...pierced eyebrows...spiked hair with a bit of orange....veeeeery cute (despite the wild look). I didn't see him at first because I was looking through the IZ shirts, and he said, "Hi." I said hi, and then he poked me. I blinked and asked, "What was that for?" "I dunno...I just like to annoy people." "Oh." He poked me again and grinned. I poked him back. He poked me. I poked him back. This went on for awhile, then we stopped and burst out laughing. It sounds stupid, I know....but I guess it was a you-just-had-to-be-there moment. Merf.

I'm gonna go now. I have to sleep sometimes...tho I wish I could be able to never sleep at all. I'd miss the dreaming tho...but anyway...I only got 2 hours of sleep last night...and damn....I'm tired..g'night!!

    Lar [10:44 PM]

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