Tacos
I have to work in a couple of hours, and I don’t really want to. If my legs didn’t hurt so much through out my shift, then I probably would enjoy working at Wendy’s, but right now I hate it, very much. At least until I get used to being on my feet for four to six soild hours at a time. I know it doesn’t sound like a lot to some, but it is to me for some pathetic reason that really angers me.
Anyway, last night I went to the party that Nifty threw for his friend, Samurai Guy. It was pretty fun, his friends don’t hate me…or at least I don’t think they do. Beeman’s girlfriend is pretty cool, and I think we hit it off but I’m not entirely sure. I sometimes have trouble reading people, especially if I’m nervous. Yeah, I’m a dork that way. Anyway, we didn’t do much. We just ordered pizza, made Samurai Guy a wicked cupcake with like sixty candles on it, then went and played manhunt at the public school. I don’t like any games where I have to run and where people run after me. I can’t stand it when someone chases after me, especially in the dark. Plus I’m not very good at running, so manhunt kind of sucked for me.
After manhunt we made our way to McDonalds. We took a short cut through a subdivision and Beeman had a taco thrown at him. It wasn’t funny at all, even though it sounds funny. About the time a bunch of Nifty’s friends were walking past a house a van pulled out and it was full of kids our age. They yelled at them to move the fuck out of their way or they’d run them over. Beeman thought they were kidding, because really, who says that seriously? So he sorta ran towards the van a bit jokingly, because he’s that kind of guy that likes to kid around, and they threw a taco at him and drove away really fast.
I’ve never seen Beeman so angry before, he even went up to the door for revenge, but the people opened it before he could pee on their door (or at least, that was his intention. I’m not sure if he was actually going to do it, he just said he was). After talking to them and getting little response, he still felt the act wasn’t justified, so he threw the taco at their front door. And we ran. I hate running, I stopped like two seconds after I started.
In the McDonalds parking lot we ran into a couple of Nifty’s old friends and Dragon’s current friends. One of the guys with really long, unappealing hair hates Nifty because of some immature girl thing that happened like a year ago, and the others kind of followed suit I think. Hippie Guy appeared to be a really bitter person, and he kept glaring at Nifty and Beeman because apparently he doesn’t like Beeman either. And Nifty said around his town there was little drama, ha! There’s just as much, if not more.
Anyway, I’m off to go eat breakfast before I have to leave for nasty work. Just thought everyone would appericate an update.
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10:42 am |
Oh No.
One of the people who I go to school with who works at Wendy’s was fired because he took two fries and ate them. Two fries!!! Oh no, now the entire enterprise of Wendy’s is going to go down the toilet! They’ll lose so much money they’ll be bankrupt!
Personally, I think we do not get paid enough to be fired over something so stupid. Two fries, two pathetically small fries, and you lose your job? Scott was probably dying of hunger and just needed a little something to tide him over for his break. In any case, it’s rather stupid because I spill so many fries on the floor when getting people their fries, and he had just two and lost his job.
Scott was actually a really good worker, as far as I could see he worked really hard and got everything finished promptly and correctly. Meanwhile, I mess up on things all the time. I screw up orders and confuse my coworkers, as well as myself. I can barely stand a four hour shift, so I’m pretty useless. I’m predicting I will not have this job very long. Scott’s been working there longer then I have and he was fired for eating two fries.
Fast food companies do not appericate any of their workers, especially their student workers. They underpay us and undervalue us. They assume that we’re all the same; hooligans, rebels, thieves. They give us the shitty hours and the shitty shifts. And if we make one small mistake, such as eating two fries, they fire us.
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3:47 pm |
Just My Luck
I went to the movies last night with Nifty. We saw the Covenant [finally]. It was a pretty awesome movie, I loved the plot behind it. And the guys were pretty hot haha. Note to self; never mumble “that’s hot” about a sexy actor in a speedo when your boyfriends sitting right beside you. They tend to get a little bit annoyed by that. Ya, I did that. Cause I’m cool. The funny part was I didn’t even know I had said it outloud until he reacted. I’m such a wench.
Afterwards we went to his place and just chilled there with his family. His dad said I could crash on the couch if I didn’t have to work tomorrow, which was thoughtful but I know my rents would never go for it. Because my parents were at a show, I wasn’t sure when they would pick me up. Around eleven we had to leave so Nifty could go to work. They picked me up like twenty minutes after Nifty started his shift as dishwasher extraordinaire.
Then today I had to work. Ewww. I hate working. And today I especially hated it because I was feeling way sick. I felt faint and shaky and light headed, I thought it was because I was hungry so I went and got a huge lunch on my break but that only made me feel sick. My manager sent me home. I bet they’re extremely pissed off at me but I really don’t care. It’s Wendy’s. If they fire me, I’m sure a different store will hire me.
So that was my day and my day before that. Now it’s time for me to gush, because I am happy and when I’m happy I gush. So if you would like to avoid reading the legendary Miss Misery gushing about her boyfriend part then by all means, go ahead. I won’t force you to read it haha.
Today, he called me and we were talking for like three hours on the phone. During that three hour conversation, he said once that he thought he was very lucky to have me. Which is shocking, because most guys my age don’t realize what a wonderful thing someone as brilliant and talented at everything as myself is to have as a girlfriend (just kidding). I asked him if he usually said corny, romantic things to his past girlfriends and he said “no, just you. Because you deserve to hear it, and I honestly feel it”. Awwwwwwww! I am an expert with telling if someone is trying to get in my pants, and this guy isn’t. He’s extremely focused on the other parts of our relationship, not just the physical things which is rare and refreshingly cool. He’s the kind of guy that would rather cuddle just to hold you. So sweet haha. I think I’m the lucky one.
Ok, I’ve filled my gushing quota for today.
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7:36 pm |
Hearing Things
Last night I went to Nifty’s house for his nine year old sister’s birthday party. I went with his sisters and mom and him to the mall so Olivia (his sister) could get her ears pierced. We had to take his three year old sister out of the store because she kept crying and we got a lot of dirty looks from this old guy - who probably thought she was ours or something. After Olivia got her ears pierced we went to McDonalds for dinner. Then we went to Blockbusters to rent a movie, and Nifty picked out The Hills Have Eyes. I had already seen it, but we watched it again anyway.
While we were all walking to the mall, I asked Nifty why he kept grinning. He said that he thought I said something that made him happy. At first he wouldn’t tell me what he thought I said, but then he said that it made him happy because he was positive he felt the same way. Finally he told me he thought he heard me say I loved him, and then he added “and if you didn’t say that I just feel like an idiot”.
So now I’m very confused. Even if I do actually feel that way (which I’m not sure of), then I wouldn’t tell him because I don’t say those words easily. But he told me he has fallen for me. I don’t want to be all negative or anything and say he’s a liar because I don’t think he is…hense my confusion. I know that there are some [rare] cases at the supposive ‘love at first sight‘ thing, but that could just be a fairy tale. I know him well enough to tell when he’s lying and telling the truth. But perhaps he just doesn’t know what love is. I don’t know what love is, and few adults don’t know what love actually is. I do really like him a lot, but I’m not sure if I can freely say those words yet. I love spending time with him and with him I can be myself. I love it how he’s mature for his age yet he can be immature at times. He always makes me smile, even if I’m in a really bad mood. And he makes me laugh more then Robyn and Kyla do, which is really saying something.
But I don’t want to jinx things. I like him a lot, and he likes me a lot. That’s enough for now..we don’t have to label anything. Right? I dunno.
Tonight is the first night I’m going to spend in a long time at home by myself. Usually I work or am with Nifty, because I like being with him. We can do anything at all and still have a lot of fun and he never has to be high or drunk to enjoy spending time with me. He doesn’t even get high or drink, which is pretty cool. So I’m going to just clean up my room and catch up on some homework.
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11:15 am |
Working for Frostys
Today I worked 11am until 5pm, and it was the longest shift yet. My legs were killing me and the line up was out the door pretty much from the time I got there until the time I left. I hate weekends, they’re so busy.
Although I really needed to, I had trouble asking to sit down when I needed to. I felt it was too often, and I bet my managers and co-workers think I’m a useless tit.
They did give me two ten minute breaks though, and during my second one when Josephine and I were coming back I fell down the a couple stairs and hurt my ankle, which made finishing my shift difficult to do. I almost started crying several times because my legs were so sore. But I didn’t, so points for me.
When it all came down to it, I guess I show up for my shifts because of the frosty’s. The frosty’s keep me going. Especially with Butterfinger toppings….I’m drooling just thinking about it.
Anyway, I worked yesterday too, and after I got off I took a bus with JD to the mall and Nifty and one of his friends met up with us there. JD went shopping while Nifty and his friend Sean sat in the comfy chairs they now have placed out throughout my favourite store. We sorta got to the mall late and we only got to go to one store before it closed, so JD took a bus back because she wanted to go to a party while I went to McDonalds with Nifty and Sean, then we all went back to Nifty’s house to hang out. Sean left like twenty minutes after we got back so it was just Nifty and I hanging out, he played the guitar for me and we watched movies.
Tonight is dedicated to catching up on my homework. And sleeping.
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6:07 pm |
Whatever Love.
Parent’s are really immature, or at least mine are anyway. Everytime Nifty comes over (which has been like a total of three times now) we’re not aloud to sit on the floor, cuddle, or basically touch. It’s really stupid. I’m 17, I know all about STDs and teen pregnancy, and you can’t get knocked up from cuddling. I’m really sick of hearing from my mom that I’m “too physical” just cause I’m cuddling with Nifty. She says that I barely know him and I’m moving too fast. I think I should be the judge of how well I know someone, not her, not to mention most girls my age meet someone and sleep with them that night. I haven’t and I’m not going to even plan on sleeping with Nifty until I feel our relationship is more then just phsyical, I’m not an idiot. But clearly they don’t have any trust in me.
I know it’s because they love me, but do you know how annoying it is? I’m not a child anymore. I’m fully capable of making my own decisions. I wish they would remember that.
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11:44 pm |
Public Washrooms
I detest public washrooms. It seems like on those rare occasions I use them, I always pick the stall with a big, nasty floater in it.
Are people really that incapable of pushing a leaver down and watching to make sure Charlie Brown gets safely to his new home in the sewer? It’s disgusting, and pathetic. I was taught at a young age how to properly flush a toilet. It isn’t brain surgery; after you do your business you simply push the leaver down and wait until it’s completely gone. That way, poor innocent weak stomached people who already have bathroom complexes won’t stumble upon your handiwork.
As if floaters aren’t bad enough, I’ve been lucky enough to encounter morons that try to flush their nasty used pad down the toilet. That time, I simply stood dumbfounded and looked at the sign on the door of the stall that clearly said “Please do not flush pads or tampons down the toilet”. So clearly the culprits of this disgusting habit can’t read either.
It’s a little amusing, because you can never catch the culprit in action; you always just get the signature of her work. From now on I’ll refer to them as “Phantom Poopers”.
To all you “Phantom Poopers”, I have a message for you. You’re habits are disgusting, flushing a toilet does not require a lot of concentration or even physical strength. So do us all a favour and flush the Cosby kids next time.
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9:14 pm |
What A Tooth Ache
Yesterday I went to the dentist. I thought they would fix my tooth ache by filling the cavity I knew I had. However, the cavtiy was so bad that there was pretty much just a shell of a tooth left. So they pulled it. Luckily, it’s in the back of my mouth, but I still feel unbalanced.
It’s rather funny actually, I’ve always been iffy about dentists. I perfer surgeons to dentists for some odd reason, and I bet I can thank our old dentist for my iffiness on their kind. She was a real bitch, and always talked about us as if we weren’t in the room. She did it to my mom too. Saying things like “Look at these cavitys, don’t they know what a tooth brush is for?” in response to pretty much all of us. Plus there was one incident when she was working on my mouth that she was talking about the really cool bongs she saw at a store and how she wanted to get high. I don’t know about you, but hearing my dentists confession of wanting to get high while they’re working on my mouth isn’t a pleasent thing to think about.
So in any case, I was extremely angry when the new dentist gave my mom and I the options for my too far gone tooth. My mom was all for getting it pulled, but I had never had a tooth pulled before…or at least that I can remember. He numbed my mouth to do it, and it felt really weird. The tooth was just a shell and even caved when he tried to pull it out, it was the grossest sound ever. I hate teeth.
My mouth is still bleeding, even today. And I took two of the pills he subscribed and now I’m feeling really weird. Light headed, loopy, whatever you want to call it. I think I perfer the pain over the loopiness, and I think I won’t take any more unless its just Advil or something.
I’m hoping my mouth is feeling better after school, because Nifty is picking me and maybe Robyn up to go to his house to watch his band practise and hang out. Good thing too, cause I need a hug and no one gives hugs like Nifty. Hehe, Nifty Hugs!
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7:55 am |
I can tell a story better then your mom.
Ya…that’s right. That’s the most creative title I could come up with.
It’s been ages since I last updated my blog, but I blame society. I have a hell of a lot to report back to all you lovely adults who like to read my blog and laugh at my stupidity.
Skid Head and I broke up at the beginning of September. It wasn’t working out, and I knew that so I wasn’t terribly upset. However, I was a little annoyed at the excuses he bombarded me with for ending it. He just got a new job, he’s moving, he’s been busy, we don’t have anything in common, I can’t keep up with him, and he just didn’t feel the same anymore. The whole not having anything in common is total bullshit. You don’t talk to someone on the phone for hours on end if you have nothing in common.
But anyway, shortly afterwards Nifty asked me out (by shortly after, I mean not even 15 minutes later). I met Nifty at the camp I went to for a week, and he’s a really sweet guy. I like him, and he likes me so I figured why not. Now all Skid Head’s friends are calling me a whore because I didn’t spend six months crying over him and begging him to come back. Why should I? What’s done is done. Skid Head wasn’t the right type of person for me to be with, even for a little while, anyway. I’m pretty insecure and I need to hear if someone cares about me to believe it, I can’t just assume. I know Nifty likes me, and I’m quite happy in our relationship. Towards the end, being with Skid Head felt like a chore. I was sick of doing all the caring and what not, while he did barely anything. So I think that’s pretty much all the background information?
In any case, yesterday was my first day on the job at Wendys. I did fairly well I think, and afterwards I went to the fair with JD. We met up with Brain [whom I haven't seen in ages], Robyn and Matt B. Nifty and his friend Dragon, another guy I volunteer with at Sunrise, got a ride with Luke to the fair. But they didn’t arrive until like 9:30 pm. So before that I walked around with JD, Robyn, Matt and Brian. Matt, Brian and I went on a couple rides to waste time. Matt B told me that Skid Head and one of his friends, B-rad were mad at him for getting them kicked out of some guys party the night before, and they were snubbing him as well as me. I got a couple dirty looks B-rad and Skid Head wouldn’t even look at me so I was all like whhhhatever and went about my merry way. When Nifty finally got there, things got more interesting. We basically just walked around the entire night.
My night was ruined by my younger sister, Josephine. Before I even got to the fair, she was drunk. And she got mad at me because one of our mom’s friends caught her and called my mom, and apparently it was all my fault. We had a bit of a fight in the middle of the fair and she shoved me and I went after her. I said “get you ass back here” and then stupid bitch face Wendy (who I really hate) mimicked me in her annoying voice and made me want to rip her vocal cords out. So many people would thank me if I ripped Wendy’s vocal cords out, shes the biggest bitch at our school and shes really ugly too. It’s rather sad really, because she thinks that she’s pretty. Poor misguided soul.
Anyway, Josephine’s now in a bunch of serious trouble and she’s mad at me because I didn’t defend her. I don’t see why it’s always my fault, but whatever. Nifty, Dragon and I all had to look for one of Josephine’s friends that my mom was supposed to drive home, and during that quest Skid Head saw me walking with them and holding Nifty’s hand. I got a really dirty look, so I said hey. And he said hi in this bitchy voice. I really don’t get his problem. He decides hes done with me, and I’m supposed to sit around crying about it? Wtf?
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6:49 pm |
