Great - now I’m confused again.
We all knew that would happen soon, I mean I get confused so easily by people’s actions. I’m the kind of person who subconsiously over analyzes everything, I don’t even mean too. I try not to, but I always end up doing it.
Last night, I signed on to my old hotmail to check my email. My sister had sent me something and it wasn’t to any of my other addresses, so I checked that one. So many people had added me, and there was like 25 emails in my inbox. One of the people that added me was Andy. Uh, that’s shocking. I never talk to him, except for the other day. So one time. We talked for a bit, and I’m confused further more by everything. There was a few flirting emotions and when he said bye he added a flower to it. I don’t think he’s the kind of guy to put flowers after saying goodbye. I know it’s not a big idea, but to have someone I sorta like add me on MSN out of the blue and send a lot of flirty winks, well that eats away at my mind. It was my old account, so obviously he didn’t ask me or a close friend for it. So he must have gotten it from a friend of a friend. The nagging question is WHY.
I’m trying to go by the “whatever happens, happens” motto, but it’s proving to be harder then I thought. Why is it so difficult to block certain thoughts? I also really don’t want to get my hopes up, because nothing will happen. He probably added me by a fluke or something…or to get Kathrynn’s email. He went out with her in like grade eight, so that sucks too. But he seems sweet enough, although Kathrynn warned me he smokes weed. Who doesn’t? Our school is like made of druggies.
I’m going to try to not think about it, because I always feel like I’ll jinx it. Besides, if I don’t think about it then I can’t get my hopes up and when nothing happens I can’t feel disappointed. Also, I’m going to the hospital pretty soon again and I would feel weird. Last time, I was dating someone who told me that they’d have to break up with me before I went to the hospital because they just “couldn’t deal with it”, and Kathrynn says all guys are the same way. It’s better to be alone anyway.
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1:46 pm |
My Breaking Point
Okay - I know I already wrote a really long post today but bare with me people. I’m extremly pissed off, angry, frustrated, and stressed out.
This morning I retyped the scripts for my groups play. I didn’t think it would be a big deal if I added a few things in, like when Jolena’s character is supposed to leave and stuff because the big shit Kendall didn’t do that kind of thing. I thought it would be easier on everyone if there was more direction to the play. I didn’t change anything about Kendall’s orignally play, except for grammer and spelling errors and theres nothing wrong with that. Oh, and I added one more sentence to a line that I had to do to try and make sense of the play. I figured hey, Kyle and Kendall won’t listen to my ideas anyway.
When I got to English class, I explained to Kyle what I did. He was cool with it and said he didn’t see the problem, and Kendall didn’t seem to have a problem with it either. Jolena thought it was a good idea too. Yesterday, I had given everyone lists of props to bring in for today because we had already discussed what we could all bring in. Yesterday Kyle said he could bring in a fake gun and some things from the dollar store that he thought we might be able to use. Kendall didn’t bring in anything that I asked her too and then made up a bunch of excuses. I asked her polietly to bring it in on Monday and that was that. Jolena brought in everything I asked her too and I brought in the stuff that I thought we’d need for the play too. So far so good. We all went to change and then we tried going over the play. Kyle made me wear an ugly straw hat that totally doesn’t go with what my character wears in the actual play and said that I had to. Kendall and Kyle started having problems with the play because I typed “trying” instead of “drunk” - BIG FUCKING DEAL. CROSS IT OUT AND REWRITE IT! Kendall’s play didn’t make ANY sense at all, but Kyle was cool with that!
That’s when it started going down hill. We all went back upstairs for some reason and Kyle kept telling Jolena she really did look like a guy, she got pissed off and stormed off so I followed her only because I don’t like Kyle or Kendall. They left to go bitch about us while Jolena told our teacher the problems we were having.
Mrs. C told me to go get Kendall and Kyle so she could talk to us all, so I did. I told them that I thought we were having a lot of miscomunication and that we needed to work it out because we wouldn’t get anything finished if we didn’t. Kendall rolled her eyes and Kyle mocked me and they didn’t come up right away because they wanted to bitch about me. Mrs. C took us all out to the hallway where she gave us a talking to and Kendall and Kyle made ME out to be the bad guy! They said that I was taking over EVERYTHING! Hello, they never listened to my ideas so how the fuck could I be taking over??! Kyle said that I was acting like the “leader” by saying we had miscomuncation and it needed to stop. Uh, how the hell is that acting like the leader?? Jolena was sitting on the floor crying her eyes out and not standing up for me at all, even though she agreed with what I was saying. Mrs. C suggested that we take a break, and when I came back to the classroom I saw all the props that Kyle had brought (the gun and the ugly hat) broken in the garbage. Kyle said to both me and Mrs. C “I’m not the fucking props person.” I started yelling at him because that’s not the way it was supposed to work. I, the props person, was supposed to organized who brings what and I did that.
I stormed off really pissed off and almost in tears of frustration. Jolena and Andy both followed me and Andy asked me what was wrong. Jolena complained about how they were calling her drama queen and that she looked like a guy, while I wasn’t so much concerned about the name calling. Andy agreed with me about the props thing, but Jolena kept cutting me off to complain about her anxiety attacks. I was a little mad because truthfully I have been waiting for a chance to talk to him, and I didn’t get to because she kept complaining. Oh well, it doesn’t matter anyway. Andy comes from a completely different social group then I do and I’m sure his friends wouldn’t let him go out with me even if he DID like me, which he doesn’t.
So now our group is doing a writing assignment instead of the play, I’m laughing at both Kendall and Kyle who are terrible at English and will fail this while I won’t. It serves them right because I actually wanted to work out our problems and get a good mark, they didn’t. They wanted to be right.
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3:35 pm |
Way To Go
I can’t remember if I mentioned this yesterday, but there was a SYG dance. It was my first event since my surgery, so I was really nervous about going back and getting into the swing of things. Not to mention, I already knew ahead of time that my “arch” enemy Maggot was going to be there, so I was kind of dreading that.
Maggot is a year younger then me, but she acts like she’s older and better then I am. I went to the week long camp last summer and she was there volunteering. She kept trying to boss me around and tell me what to do, even though I was doing what I was supposed to be doing while she was, er, socializing, with the cute cook. I can take criticism from the actual summer students, who are supposed to “guide” you and help you fix mistakes, but Maggot was bossing everyone around. Not to mention, she told another volunteer that she was only nice to me because my older sister is popular. Uh, ok. When I heard this I was pretty pissed off. At SYG, you’re not supposed to feel like you’re being judged by anyway. One of the summer students spent hours trying to convince me that this was true before camp. She told me I could wear my bathing suit and no one would judge me or ask me questions, in SYG, everyone excepts everyone. So I went to camp believing this, and then Maggot goes around and brings popularity to Sunrise. Ok, I’ve never been all that popular, but that wasn’t supposed to matter at Sunrise.
It didn’t get better over time. At the New Years party, my job was to fill the punch bowl whenever it got low and Maggot’s job was to help with bags and write name tags. Did she do her job? Uh, no. She acted all “OMG Miss Misery you’re SUPPOSED to be doing YOUR JOB and I get stuck with it EVERY TIME”. It seems like every time I went to get more punch, Maggot was in the fridge trying to complete my job while her job was forgotten over in the corner, and someone else had to do it. Towards the end of the night, I was running out of cranberry juice and NB suggested that I just ease off slowly because the members had to go to bed anyway. I did that, but Maggot thought I wasn’t doing my job and kept refilling it.
So last night Maggot arrives and says in the fakest voice ever “Hey Miss Misery, I’m glad you could come!!!” and bounces off to be an idiot elsewhere. She kept sending me dirty looks because I wasn’t up dancing the entire night. Whatever. I mentioned to her the day before that I hadn’t been in some time because I had had that surgery so there was no need for the dirty-you’re-not-dancing looks I was receiving. Towards the end of the night, I was sitting on a sofa talking to Cathy and a member. Maggot comes up and says “Miss Misery, can So-and-so sit there?”. Normally, I wouldn’t have a problem with this, however there was another couch that was completely empty, it was obvious that Maggot asked me to move just because she doesn’t like me. Whatever. I’m just ticked off because Maggot is totally ruining my experience with SYG. Every event that she’s not at, I have a blast, but she makes every event that she’s at horrible for me.
When I got home, things only got worse. I was put into an awkward position by one of my friends, who kept telling me he was in love with me. It seems he only does it after he breaks up with someone, and this kind of pissed me off. I am not a rebound or a garbage pail for people to empty their insecurities in, I’m a person. Plus, that friend happens to not be straight, so it makes it even MORE awkward for me. I only see him as a friend, and I didn’t think I’d have this problem with him because, well, he’s gay.
Today I we have dress rehearsal for our play. I bet Kyle and Kendall didn’t bring the supplies that I asked them too for props, so we’re going to be screwed. This whole play is a disaster. Yesterday, Kyle kept criticizing only the way Holena and I were acting. He was doing a perfect job and so was Kendall apparently. At one point, I suggested Kyle change the way he said something because it didn’t seem to go with what the situation was, and he said “Wait until we’re finished, then you can put your input in!” Uh, ok. Meanwhile, Holena and I couldn’t get through two sentences of our lines without an interruption from the two of them. At one point, I had to bite my tongue from yelling at Kendall. If we had a better written play that actually made sense, I’m sure Holena and I would do greatly on it. Kendall’s sentences made no sense. At one point, it says something like “We sorta left in a rush, and well……..I thought we should come back and, well….say goodbye!”. If Holena or I tried to change the order of the words to make it sound better, Kyle would say “That isn’t in the script!”. Obviously I am very frustrated.
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8:05 am |
We Are Not Guys.
As I mentioned yesterday, I had an interview for a volunteer position at an old folks home. I guess it went well because the lady, Janet, wanted to know if I could stay that evening to help with movie night and help in the office. Movie night didn’t start until 6:30 pm, and I was there at 4 so I was helping the two Janet’s with office work. I was putting return address stickers on the back of invitations that needed to be mailed out for the grand opening in May. There are currently fifteen residents in the old folks home, as it hasn’t actually been fully opened yet. I met a really sweet elderly man who showed me some newspaper clippings from his scrap books. I also met a couple whom I plan on avoiding whenever possible.
I went to ask Janet #1 (the one who interviewed me) where more return address stickers were. She was in the dinning room talking to an elderly couple. I introduced myself and said “Are you guys going to come to movie night?”. The man immediately started yelling at me, saying “Do not call us guys! We are not guys! You must call us Mr. and Mrs. Whatever!” He scared the crap out of me, he was actually serious too! Janet #1 told me that they come from high society and are very set in their ways.
After Janet #1 explained to them that it was my very first day and she hadn’t gotten a chance to explain everything to me, he sort of calmed down. I guess he felt a little bad because he tried to make conversation with me while his wife talked to Janet #1. He asked if I was volunteering to get my hours for school, and I informed him that I had already gotten my forty hours. He was surprised, I guess he realised for the first time that I was actually volunteering my time without even needing too. He then asked me where I had gotten all my hours and I told him. He seemed impressed with that.
I went back to the desk as soon as I possibly could to avoid further mistakes like that. I was almost in tears, I hate being yelled at - especially by people I just met. I guess I had it in my mind that all the residents would be sweet and gentle, wanting to have company and someone to talk to so I was very shocked to be yelled at. I know I’m senstive and I tried my best to act like it didn’t bother me, but I guess it showed because Janet #1 tried to soothe my bruised ego by saying that they did the same thing to the two other girls who volutneer in the kitchen. Their names are Jamie and Emily, and they won’t go near the table where the couple always sits at.
Janet #2, a friendly, tiny women with a Scottish accent, also had a slight problem with them. She was wearing what I thought was fashionable, acceptable office atire but Mr. and Mrs. Opinionated had something to say about that too. They commented on her outfit and Janet #1 heard, she informed Janet #2 and we all discussed how what she was wearing made her look smart. I got a small lecture because I was wearing a v-neck shirt and you’re absoultely not supposed to show your boobs. I didn’t think that shirt showed my boobs, and I was kind of embarrassed. I mean I came directly from school and didn’t have time to change, and I will be coming directly from school most days I volunteer.
Janet #1 liked me because I was eager to start volunteering and help out in any way that I could. The Janet’s were both funny and nice. After I had started the movie for the two that showed up, I hung out in the hall with Jamie and Emily while they gave me the low down on the place.
I am trying not to let my “bad” experience bother me too much, but I keep on thinking about it. I’m afraid to speak now in case someone else is offended by something I say. The thought never even crossed my mind that someone would be offended by the term of “guys”, I mean most elderly people I know don’t mind it. How am I supposed to know what to say and what not to say? Language and terms change constantly over the years, and our generation now says “guys” often.
Now I’ve also got to start thinking about college. I have no idea what I want to do, I know that I want to help people. I want to either work with people who have special needs or as a Child or Youth Worker. I probably don’t have the skills required though. I think I could really relate to troubled youth. I don’t even know though. Maybe I’ll take a two year course to be a secretary so I at least have a decent job and then go to school for whatever I decide… if I ever make up my mind.
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12:28 pm |
I Hate Vending Machines.
I really do hate them. It seems like on those rare occasions when I actually want to get something from the vending machines, they eat up my money. Then I have to chase the vice principle around and get my money back. Fucking vending machines. I tried to buy a pop and it ate my toonie. Then I tried to buy skittles and it got stuck in the machine. Devon and Kyla tried ramming into it a few times to loosen it but it didn’t work. When we left, Iain, one of Kathrynn’s friends, rammed into it and got them. He had a few then gave them to me because he’s nice - and he’s also very cute. I still am out two dollars though, and on break I’m going to hunt down the VP and get my money. Maybe I’ll even say that I didn’t get the skittles I paid for, someone else did. I probably won’t do that. There’s a way they can tell anyway and I don’t feel like getting caught.
Yesterday I had fun at the mall with Kyla, Crystal, Adam and Adam’s cousin Jeff. Adam and Jeff spent the majority of the time elsewhere while Kyla, Crystal and I shopped for presents. Kyla and I both have family with birthdays coming up. I couldn’t find anything at all, everything is so expensive. I did end up buying something. Mom doesn’t see how I spent 40 bucks on “nothing”. I gave Adam gas money because it was the nice thing to do, I had lunch at McDonalds and then bought a smoothie at the mall. I had like two bucks left over. I guess they’re oh so disappointed that I don’t save like Kate does.
I’m so frustrated right now. It’s because of the whole vending machine thing. I hate how nothing is ever in my control. Plus sitting in a car with Adam, Kyla, Rob and Catilin wasn’t that fun. Couple’s galore. I don’t mind it when its Kyla, Adam and I because they aren’t as bad as Rob and Catilin - who are froo-froo dogs lol. They sat in the back with me, making out all the way to Kyla’s house. Yum. I love the sound of spit sloshing around in other peoples mouths.
I’m also really frustrated at my English group. I think I mentioned that we were supposed to re-write a play, and that I got landed in a group with Kendal, Jolena and this Kyle guy. We’re supposed to write the “lost” scene from a play that we read. Kendal wrote the script, and it’s so stupid! It doesn’t make any sense at all! She was high the entire time she wrote it, and it has the stupidest plot line I’ve ever read. I could have done better when I was on pain medication! I’m supposed to be doing props, special effects and coustumes, yet they don’t listen to my ideas! If I say Loretta is to wear a mini skirt, then they are supposed to listen to me but no, Kendal said “this thing doesn’t touch skirts”. Normally, I would agree because she’s overweight and disgusting (she sleeps around with several guys and its just nasty) but Kendal just had to be Loretta and Loretta wears clothes like that in the real play.
Because I was away for a few days, I had no idea what the script was about yet I was supposed to write a props list by the end of yesterdays period. It took Kendal all fucking peirod to type out the script and she wouldn’t let me have a copy so I could see what props we needed. It takes me less then a minute to type up something thats already been written out! This whole group project isn’t going to work out. I can’t stand Kendal and Jolena whines all the time and Kyle is a complete moron. He doesn’t listen to my coustume ideas either, and he always says that I’m putting their grades at jepordy because I had missed like two classes. One was the day when Adam’s car was acting up, and the other was Monday when I went home sick because of the Chicken Caeser wrap I had at lunch. Excuse me but our grade is going to flop because Kendal wrote the script and no one listens to me. Even the teacher was shocked that I didn’t write it, because I’m actually half decent at writing - better then Kendal anyway.
Now I’m going to fail this project because no one in my group will listen to me. Kyle thinks he can tell me what to do, as in yesterday Jolena and I went down to the library to see how they were getting along and Kyle started bitching at me for being down there when “we weren’t supposed to”. Meanwhile, they were doing fuck all which meant Jolena and I were doing fuck all because we didn’t have anything to work with.
Lately I’ve been so stressed out and unhappy. I dropped Com Tech because I know I’ll never be able to catch up, and that earned me the bitching of several people. I’m trying to focus on Anthro and English right now, and there was no way I was going to pass Com Tech this term.
Kyla’s down in the dumps because Michelle, Crystal and I have been missing large chunks of school. Michelle and Crystal have a halfday and full day of co-op, so we rarely see Michelle and never see Crystal, and I had that arm surgery and another one coming up. I really wish I didn’t have too, I’m going to miss out on so much. Like prom, afterwards they’re going camping and it sounds like so much fun and I can’t even go. Crystal and Kyla say it sucks because I’m the only one missing.
Well it was nice to vent.
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12:31 pm |
…Or Maybe They Do?
I guess my “constant” bitching about the mold in the spare bedroom finally caught their attention. Now they are doing something about it. My dad has already removed all the furniture and tore out the walls where the mold seems to be coming from, as well as the carpet so I guess this is a good start. I think he also put a dehumidifier in the room, because there is some kind of huge white machine that makes noises. I’m assuming it’s a dehumidifier, I don’t know for sure. Unfortunately, my dad tore down the walls before I had a chance to tell him about not breathing in the yucky air… (is this bad Charred? I hope not!). He’s got to tear down our bathroom, so we’ll only have one shower until this is finished. I predict several fights over the shower in the morning.
Luckily, I dropped my morning class (Com Tech) so now I’m a part time student and I don’t have to sign in until 10:05 am so I won’t be fighting over the shower in the morning because by the time I wake up my sisters are gone. I dropped Com Tech because I can’t stay on top of things if I’m there every day, and teaching myself all I have to know is very difficult. I’m already have a term behind - which is ok because there is no set time in Canada when you must graduate or else. I have all the time in the world - well, not really but you catch my drift. Not to mention, I do enjoy sleeping in. Haha.
I’m at school right now. I have a spare third period and today I have nothing better to do, so I’m blogging. Adam, Kyla, Crystal and I went out for lunch today - we went to McDonalds. Yes, I know, NASTY but I was hungry. Adam drives worse then Shannon, and I didn’t think such a thing was possible. He’s certainly faster and he takes ramps at a higher speed (if no ones around). It was fun though, Kyla, Crystal and I were singing along to Queen in horrible high pitched voices. Then we sat in the parking lot and sang horribly to Broken by Seather.
After school we’re all going shopping. We have to go to Adam’s house first though so he can load up a truck or something, then we’ll go to the OC. I know everyone’s going post freak out comments because of the way I described Adam’s driving but he really is a good driver, and we all feel safe in the car - and we wear seatbelts. I’m planning on getting my sisters birthday present, and maybe my mom’s too if I can strech the little bit of cash I have with me.
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12:24 pm |
They Just Don’t Listen
Last night I was really ticked off. My parents - especially my mom - weren’t listening. As soon as they heard something they didn’t want to hear, they blocked it off and started yelling.
I’m talking about the mold in the spare room. I mentioned it a couple times yesterday because it was on my mind. Then when I read Karen’s comment, I decided to fill them in on some of the things long time exposure to mold could do. Mom started yelling at me, and then Dad did too. I understand that they don’t have the time to tear out three walls, but its very unhealthy to live in a house with mold spores floating around in the air. I’m concerned about this, so why aren’t they? I know Kathrynn is too. She hasn’t touched the exercise machine because its in that room.
The issue last night wasn’t just the mold, it’s the fact that if its something my parents don’t want to hear then they stop listening and either judge or yell. For instance, if I was to do something stupid like get drunk uptown, then they wouldn’t listen to my reasoning and what I felt afterwards. I learned from doing that that drinking uptown is a bad idea, and I won’t do it again. Sure, I’m a teenager and probably have a lot of drinking times ahead of me but now I know I’ll always do it in a safe place.
I also know that if I ever do have kids then I’ll stop to listen. How can my mom expect us to go to her with our troubles and problems if she always acts like she doesn’t want to hear it? I know she loves us, and I love her but listening is important. Especially when we’re feeling sad or angry about something. Things never get resolved in this house because no one wants to talk about it.
Anyway, tonight I have an interview at the old folks home. It’s not for a job, but so I can volunteer there which is kind of weird. I’m hoping that they’ll grow to like me and then when they do need someone I can apply for an actual job. I need money. I’m sick of asking my parents for money and getting The Speech. When I had a job I did have lots of money, and I hardly ever asked for anything. I miss the independance of having my own money.
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11:57 am |
Meet The Neighbours
I’m not going to waste everyone’s time with what I did today, because…well I did nothing today. I actually had a topic I wanted to discuss….
Mold. The mold that’s in the spare bedroom no one goes into (it smells really bad). It’s from the bathroom that leaks in the next room over. So far it doesn’t appear to be spreading anywhere but that room, but the smell is more defined.
Does this look very healthy to you? What sorts of sicknesses could you get if you lived in a house with this stuff?? Come on, tell me! I can take it!!!
I watched a CSI show where the guy’s face collapse because there was mold in his house, he died - obviously. It was a different kind of mold though, he had shot some hooker in his house and some of her flesh was on the bullet that went through the wall and the moisture from a leaking pipe caused the mold to grow and over time it made his face collapse. When they were trying to figure out what was wrong with him, they poked in his “swollen” eyes and this black goop came out of them, a sign of mold or something! So now I keep poking at my eye to make sure no black goop is falling out.
This hasn’t been fixed yet because my dad has been very busy working. Plus, it’s going to be very expensive to tear out pratically three rooms to fix the problem, and right now that’s money we don’t have. I understand that’s why it hasn’t been fixed, and I’m trying to be patient but it’s kind of hard with all these horrors running through my mind. I know mold is unhealthy, and this room is right beside my room. What if it starts leaking into my room? Then what? I constantly check behind my dresser and desk to make sure there’s nothing there - so far so good.
My dad gets mad when we remind him because he wants to get it fixed but we just don’t have the money at the moment. I made the mistake of reminding him tonight, I timidly suggested that the reason why we all get sick so easily is because of the mold. Well, he’s in a mood now.
I just wanted to know from my readers (who are educated in this)…should I be concerned about this?
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6:59 pm |
Just A Small Update…
The little store Stanley’s near my grandparents house had a ton of selection for prom dresses - at good prices too. I’m growing more and more disappointed that I can’t attend prom this year with my friends, or even the after party/camping trip. My next surgery is May 29th, and prom is June 2nd so that’s definetly not going to happy. Oh well, I probably wouldn’t have ended up going to the prom part but the camping trip sounds really fun. Anyway, Kate got a really cute dark purple with a copery gold colour through the top part - it looks really good on her. I even tried one on for size. I thought the yellow-gold one in the same design was pretty cute too, though yellow doesn’t really flatter my complexion.
I found out something pretty nasty about Craig, so it’s a very good thing I didn’t go to the movies with him. He’s sleeping around with a lot of nasty girls, like Wendy R and Ashley (this dirty girl from work who used to love to tell me all her nasty dirty stories about the nasty dirty things she did with guys). How come the only guys interested in me are man whores, jerks and guys who only talk about sex? It’s degrading. I hate it. I’d much rather be alone then with someone who’s dating me for only that One Reason.
I didn’t end up going to JD’s house. Yesterday I wasn’t feeling myself and it didn’t help being dragged around the mall today. However, I did find my signature scent, Baby Phat Goddess. It was like 53 bucks so if Jo touches it I’ll break all her fingers and then some, this has got to last me to Christmas. I don’t have a job so I can’t replace it often.
I really want to get another job, but not one at Tim Hortons, McDonalds or any other fast food place. I know I’m being very picky for a teenager, but I worked at Tim Hortons for nearly two years and that was enough to scar me completely for life. The way I was treated by my managers and even customers was horrible, the pay sucked ass and the hours sucked too. Kathrynn got that job at Blockbusters and she gets paid $8.02 just starting, while at Timmies we made only $7.12 after working there for a couple years, so maybe I’ll get a job at a different one. It can’t be any worse then pouring coffee all day.
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8:54 pm |
Jealousy Bites
I’m going shopping again today, but not for me. Kate got lots of money for her birthday, and her and Jo both need grad dresses. Jo’s graduating from grade eight and Kate’s graduating from grade 12. I was invited along because they all know how lazy I am, and Granny wants to go but Mom needs someone to keep Granny company. I mentioned in an earlier post that Granny’s foot was very sore, and if I don’t go then she won’t sit down to rest so I am desperately needed to sit on benches and in the food court with Granny. I don’t mind, really. I’m going to get lunch and a few unmentionables out of this, hehe. Plus I love sitting down and chatting it up with Granny.
Kate’s birthday was pretty cool, she got a lot of presents. She got this “Daughters Pride” ring from Mom and Dad, with her birthstone in the middle and Mom’s and Dad’s on the outside. Granny and Papa got her a locket, among other things haha. Mark, her boyfriend, has offically won the award for the Best Boyfriend Present Giver in the world (I just made that award up, but thats ok). He got Kate a really cute yellow polo top that looks great on her, a MATCHING necklace, two belly rings, and… a bear that he had made for her from the Make A Bear store at the OC!!! The bear is adorable, his name is Marky Mark lol and when Shannon was holding him, she squeezed the hand on accident and a recording of Mark’s voice said “Happy Birthday Kate, I love ya!” Isn’t that cute? Shannon and I are both jealous haha. Shannon’s jealous because Nelson’s not that gifted at picking out gifts, and I’m jealous because any guy that I do date isn’t nearly that thoughtful. Times like that make me really wish I had someone that thoughtful… or someone at all haha.
I was supposed to go to the movies with this guy today, but that’s not going to happen. He hasn’t called me or text me back so I’m not holding my breath. I kind of predicted this, I sort of knew it was a joke. After all, the conversation happened through text message…although I did sort of think it would happen because on Myspace he changed his top eight to include me…but still I haven’t gotten a reply or anything. I don’t have a crush on him so it’s not so bad, I just wanted to get out of the house and go on a “date” but that’s ok I guess. I’m glad I made someone laugh at least… and now I get to go shopping and then (possibly) to JD’s house.
So I might update later if something interesting happens, but it won’t so don’t expect an update until tomorrow or something.
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