| Life is good |
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I'm downloading massive amounts of The Cure and doing absolutely nothing productive. It's wonderful.
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| Do you really think that love is going to save the world? Well, I don't think so. |
[07 Dec 2003|12:41am] |
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Felecia D. and I were on registers next to each other tonight. Well, until Mike moved her to back bar. *sniff* I can't believe he dared to seperate me from my soul sister. We were going to have so much fun confusing customers.
A certain fling from Brittany's past showed up in my line today for the second time in two months. She still fantasizes about him, probably even dreams about him. It's so odd how you can never quite erase the feelings people gave you from different parts of your life. Emotion fingerprints, or something of the sort. Or maybe I am just too nostalgic for my own good. I don't know how to let anything go. Because I tend to actually feel remembered emotions when I think about the past. I think about people who meant so much to me and wonder how they are, if I ever mattered to any of them in the same way. In short, lacking free time hasn't stopped me from thinking too much. Just from typing about it every other day.
I miss Janel. I wish I had the ability to answer the e-mail she sent me quite awhile ago. It's rude not to answer, but...what am I supposed to say to this stranger? I remember the girl who would borrow my CD's and call me all the time, not this woman who refused to answer my calls for two years and is full of such cynical wisdom. That was always my role dammit! We were so close that it hurt a lot when I realized she just didn't want to be anymore. I hadn't offended her or become someone else. She was just done. In a way, I envy everyone who can do that. Cut their ties, never think about it again. How is that possible?
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[02 Dec 2003|03:51pm] |
Life is so hectic right now, but in a good way. Between going to school, going to work, packing, and searching for a second job I don't notice when the days go by. I'm doing laundry today, and I had the traumatic experience of cleaning the litter boxes in the backyard (my cat doesn't even use those ones since she isn't allowed outside, but Gail was never going to do it himself), but I'll be lounging in a jacuzzi cuddled up close to the fireplace in a few weeks...so I can't complain.
I hope people use the Walmart registry I set up for Christmas though. My family usually says that I don't give them enough ideas, but that won't be the case this year. I'm going to wait until after Christmas, and then buy whatever is left on my list. And crazy Nate invited his family to our apartment for a Christmas breakfast. It's spacious enough to be comfortable, but we'll probably still have boxes everywhere. Eh, we'll see.
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| "You're scaring me." |
[01 Dec 2003|12:49am] |
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Today had me literally jumping up and down. (But only when no one was looking) Nate and I have our own apartment, and will be moved in before Christmas. I feel we made the right choice. We were keen on the apartments across the street from Harkins for awhile, but had quite a few doubts (the high prices, for one. The claustrophobia, for another. Also, the fact that their model home is full of expensive pretty decorations irked me. I couldn't quite discern whether I liked the apartment because it was quality or filled with trinkets.). There were no doubts about this one. This one is spacious, costs a few hundred less, it comes with guarantees the others haven't, and it is so beautiful. I am in love, and full of decorating ideas. I am already dead set on how to decorate the master bathroom, and I have some ideas floating around about the kitchen...
Anyway, before I can ramble about that, I better get going. I worked late tonight, but I have to keep in mind that tomorrow is a school day. Jim and I found a guy in one of the theaters tonight who was completely knocked out. Jim tried to wake him up, and finally resorted to shaking him rather roughly, but he didn't budge. For a minute I was worried that he was dead, but then I saw his chest move. The nearly empty bottle of water next to him reeked of vodka, so we told the managers, who had to call the police. Six officers appeared for this one poor drunk--apparently with smelling salts. I was incredibly amused, or just thankful that we didn't have a body on our hands. Many other things happened today, but...yeah.
By the way, I somehow ended up with an interview at the AMC tomorrow. I just went in with Brit so she could fill out an app, and I started chatting with a guy who turned out to be one of the managers, I believe. It would be incredibly amusing if I worked at the two rival theaters. But I wouldn't want to go from working at one theater to another. Personally, I never want to work around food again if I can help it. Ick. And that's all I have to say. But for serious this time. I have a Zoolander icon that says, "For serious". It rocks my socks. But I'm going. Now.
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[29 Nov 2003|11:26am] |
I have a shiny new cell phone. I haven't been able to set up my voicemail yet, but other than that it is perfect. I remember when Cricket used to have super cheap phones, but the models out now are pretty nice. Mine cost me my entire paycheck (well, including the activation fee), but I think it was worth it. It's a Motorola, it fits my tiny hand just right, I love the design, and it has a million features to play around with. Plus, I have a $130 mail in rebate. Life is good. And, god so help me, I will never be stranded again! [/dramatic flare]
Sometimes I find myself staring at people, and just wondering what their life story is. So many interesting stories out there--of love and pain and hope. It's a shame that most of them go unheard. Everyone is alone.
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| Norm life, baby |
[19 Nov 2003|11:34am] |
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Nate now has a second job at Walmart. He is going to be working in the toy section for now, and will be moved to electronics almost definitely after the holidays. As long as he does a good job, which basically means he doens't steal anything, he will be all set. The other location is having open interviews today, according to the manager there, so we may dress me up and go talk to her. A second job would be quite helpful to me, and walmart pays quite a bit more than Harkins. Plus, they have a minimum of 16 hours a week. So I would be quite busy between the two.
Nate and I have been considering inviting my parents out to dinner one night, but I don't know. We have settled on the idea of Julio's, but the idea makes me quite nervous. It would be hard to find a Saturday when I'm not working, for one thing, and it would have a lot of potential for being a very hostile situation. We'll see, I guess. We could always turn the idea into a double date with Josh and Karen instead. Anyway, Mystery Men is calling, so I am going to run away now.
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| "I want him to know that I want him to know...." (okay, not a lot of sense w/o seeing Kill Bill) |
[15 Nov 2003|06:01pm] |
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Gail has had to pick me up from school and take me to work for the past two days because Nate has been working. This morning he got me to Harkins at 8am, and no one was there yet, so he took me out for breakfast. It's a little weird. He treats me like a daughter lately. Maybe it's because I am the only one who will be living with him other than Nate now. It's just odd having him ask about my health and school, or tell me stories about when he was in the army. But not in a bad way.
I've also concluded that I want to start looking around for a second job. I don't get as many hours as I want, so I was thinking a seasonal position somewhere would be beneficial. Gail suggested Walmart, and James suggested Blockbuster. Anywhere that would hire me is just dandy with me.
James requested the computer (which is why this entry is so rushed), so I must go eat shrimp with snow peas (!!!!!!).
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| Zach told me it was pretty disgusting. He was right. |
[06 Nov 2003|09:37pm] |
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I took Nate and Robert to see Kill Bill tonight. My first Tarantino movie. Be proud. The gore was rather hyped, in my opinion. Sure, Tarantino revels in violence. But it's stylized gore, not simply cheap shock tactics. And that made all the difference. Of course, Emma informed me that I could have took Nate to the Matrix Reloaded tonight, but he can wait a few days. Besides, Kill Bill had fencing, violence, and a short switch into anime. I am pretty sure that almost made up for my mistake. Along with the fact that the only way he can see all these movies for free is if little old me writes him a pass. Ah, one of the only perks of working at Harkins. The other? Free movie posters!
I'm pathetically excited right now. I have 26 and a half hours for the next week on my schedule. I have been told that the average for most people is 16-20 hours. Although this doesn't come close to the amount of hours I requested, it is quite a bit more than I expected for my third week of work. I love money.
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| ...always be the only thing that takes away the awful sting of living in a world that's so damn mean |
[02 Nov 2003|02:26am] |
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This is a switch. Usually I'm passed out on the couch by 8, and the rest of the household is up all hours of the night. Now here I am sipping milk and eating toast, and the only soul in sight is one annoying grey kitten. Something about getting off work at 1:30, an hour after you are scheduled to leave, makes a girl rather alert. Eh, it's extra money. True, I work in one of the worst places to work, but it isn't bad in my opinion. I like most of my co-workers, and I don't dread coming to work because I know that as long as I do my job efficiently there is a paycheck attached. The trick is to find a happy place and stay there for eight or nine hours. The only thing I truly dislike about my job is the requirement of upselling, even when customers make it perfectly clear that a large pepsi is all they want. I can be fired if I don't suggest a larger size or a bag of skittles. Harkins believes that Americans are so stupid and gluttonous that they will buy buckets of popcorn bigger than their heads with a little sweet-talking. The sad part is that Harkins is correct. I guess I should just count my lucky chickens (or something of the sort) and be glad I don't work on Wednesday, which is when the final Matrix movie opens.
Okay, maybe it's not all that great, but I need this. I can't exactly pull another job out of my butt. If I could I would be gone like yesterday's memories. Just as long as I don't end up like those people that quit after two or three weeks. That would be a little embarrassing to put on my next employer's application.
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| "She's taking her time making up the reasons to justify all the hurt inside..." |
[30 Oct 2003|01:35pm] |
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Wow. When I went to get my mail, my mom handed me a bunch of bags full of my belongings. That caught me off-guard, but I'm certainly not complaining. I can stop wearing boy clothes! Yay! I will probably give her a couple of free passes to the movie theater as my thanks.
Then, Nate and I went to Panda Express. My day is complete. Mandarin chicken over steamed veggies and fried rice....sorry, I lost my train of thought. I also got an iced tazo chai tea from Starbucks. I love life. I'm so easily pleased. I work all weekend too, which is exciting. Everyone I've met is fun to be around, and plus I get paid. This is extremely important, seeing as how I'm going to have to start paying rent soon. I get my first pay check tomorrow. It's only going to have my first two days of training on it, but that will be enough to get the Johnny the homicidal maniac t-shirt I wanted, along with a few groceries and face wash. I am off to eat...*drools*...mandarin chicken.
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[25 Oct 2003|08:36pm] |
What if God ain't looking down?
What if she's looking up instead...
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| Doom. Doom. Doom. |
[12 Oct 2003|06:54pm] |
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My baby loves me. I actually have clothes now, although we couldn't get very many today. No more holey jeans for me! And his new project is to build me a computer. He wants to put pictures of a cabbit, Frank the bunny, and Johnny the homicidal maniac on my case. Bad ass.
I am currently downloading an episode of Invader Zim, the Evangelion series, and a few songs by the Eels. Life is good. So good that I have nothing else to say.
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| The special public post |
[07 Oct 2003|11:15pm] |
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This is a friend's only journal. Trendy, no? Anyway, I'll most likely add you if you comment. And if not, no hard feelings.
Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person? And the subtle way that they do these things, and it hurts so much--so much like choking on the embers of a great place...
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