Changes, ooooh, Changes!
As you can see, Karen’s made over my layout so it’s Halloweenish. I like it, very awesome eh? I did a double take on the letters…they’re like backwards, but the word isn’t, it’s really weird and cool at the same time. I’m going to keep it longer then Halloween I think, just because I really like it.
Josephine is keeping me on my toes at school. According to one of my friends John, some girls were talking about her today in the smokers pit. She was there with Jesse and a couple of guys and, knowing my little sister, she was easily chatting with the guys. All the girls at the smokers pit were obviously jealous because Josephine is comfortable talking to any guy, not to mention she is very pretty. I just hope she doesn’t get into too much trouble, because I am phsyically incapable of fighting her battles. Plus it builds characters if she fights them herself - or at least that’s what Karen says. Personally, I think that Karen just wants to see Josephine get punched in the face, haha just kidding Karen.
Screamers is coming up on the 26th, and I’m really excited about it. Nifty’s going, and he’s bringing his friend, Sean, for JD because JD and Sean have been talking and flirting a lot. Romance is in the air, along with cold weather which I hate, but I love romance so it evens itself out. It should be an interesting night, because that unbearable ex of mine is also going to be there. Chelsee decided to invite one of my ex boyfriends. Nifty knows all about my ex-boyfriend, and he isn’t very fond of him. Not to mention, both David and Adam are going. So I hope there will be no fights or arguements but there probably will be, at least they won’t be on my part. I promise to keep my big fat mouth shut.
And tomorrow is Chelsee’s party. I’m nervous about it, because that whole uptown crew is going to be there - and most of them hate me. I’d be more excited about it if Nifty was going because then I wouldn’t feel stupid but… he works and then is hanging out with his friends which is cool. I bet JD will be busy with guys there and yeah everyone else will be focused on other things but Chelsee will be angry if I don’t go. And I really don’t want to end up sitting at home sitting on my ass doing nothing while everyone else is having fun, because I’ll probably end up rather depressed because I’ll be left with my thoughts.
So I’ll end up going to the party, and probably having a shitty time, opposed to sitting at home having a shitty night.
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8:23 pm |
Progress?
I have been meaning to update my blog since Monday, but I can never seem to get a spare moment. I’ve sort of gotten a social life again, so usually I’m out after school or working on homework, but I’ll just give a brief play-by-play about Monday because I know you’re all dying to know how Thanksgiving dinner with Nifty went:
- We arrived at my grandparents house around two.
- We sort of just hid in the living room with Jay (Jo’s boyfriend), Jo, Mark and Kate and watched Grease until supper was ready to avoid possible embarrassing encounters.
- Nifty, Jay, Jo and I got demoted to the “kids table”, and were forced to sit in the kitchen for Thanksgiving dinner, which I found painfully embarrassing - mostly because Kate kept saying it in that annoying way she has of taunting you.
- I was on cleanup with Jo and Kate, and there was obviously an arguement - which I ended up getting blamed for. Here’s what really happened: I felt uncomfortable washing Granny’s china teacups, which are extremely fragile and very important to her; Kate threw a bit of a shit fit over it and then Jo and Mom both told her to stop and she got her back up. I guess she thought I was being lazy and trying to get out of washing the dishes…which I wasn’t…that time anyway.
- Nifty took over washing the dishes because I did them too slow and he wanted to spend time with me before my dad had to leave to drive him and Uncle Timmy home. He was a dishwasher at Denny’s for over a year now, but he recently got a promotion to cook - point being, he’s fast.
- After the dishes were done, Kate made Mom cry and told us all she wouldn’t drive Mom, Jo or I home, and that we had to find another way home. So Jo and Mom went with Shannon and Nelson in their clown car along with Jay and Kate and Mark just drove home with three empty seats. I went with Dad to drop Nifty and Uncle Timmy off, which was what I was going to do anyway but still.
That’s basically it. Uncle Timmy wasn’t too bad with the comments, in fact he didn’t say anything at all really to Nifty or I. Well, he did talk to me in Tim Hortons. He asked if Nifty was my boyfriend, and I said yes. To which he replied; “You’re lucky, Uncle Timmy doesn’t have no one.” By this time, the cranky smart ass in me is dying for a French Vanilla, so I said “I’ll buy you a blow up doll for Christmas.” No word of a lie, I said it. Sometimes I have trouble preventing myself from talking - and that was one of the times.
Anyway, progress reports came in today! I have a 78% in English, a 84% in History, a 85% for Peer Helping, and last but not least, a 91% in Math. I’m not kidding, my first 90 range mark ever is in Math. But it’s also workplace Math so it doesn’t really matter as much but still. I am semi-happy with my marks, but I’m disappointed with my English mark. You’d think the A+ I got on the short story I wrote about 9/11 would have at least brought my mark up to an 80-something, but for some odd reason my mark went down. Last time I checked I had an 81. It must have been the one noun test that I bombed.
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5:02 pm |
Some People Have All The Luck
I’m not one of them.
My mother took me to the walk in clinic today because I can’t move my head without my neck causing me a lot of pain, not to mention I have a sore throat. So we waited for a kazillion hours in the waiting room to see a doctor. When we finally did see him, the first thing he said to me was “Why does your neck hurt?”
I honestly couldn’t believe it. I am coming to the walk in clinic because I don’t know why my neck is sore, and the first question he asks me is why is it sore??? Come on! If I knew the answer, I obviously wouldn’t have waited hours to see him.
The diagnosis; strep throat - although I’m not entirely sure if that’s how you spell it, so excuse me if it isn’t. As soon as Dr. Brain(less) said this, Mom started making kissy faces at me - which was really embarrassing. I did not get strep throat from Nifty, I’m pretty sure about this. For one, he’s perfectly fine and healthy as a horse, and for two I got it after not seeing him for a while. So I’m pretty sure one of my generous friends has shared the lovely strep throat with me. My thoughtful friends like to take sips of my drinks, and they always lie to me when I asked them if they’re healthy. Well, a few must have lied. I only let Caitlin, Kyla, and JD take sips of my pop, but that’s only because I honestly can’t say no to them. They are my best friends, and if they are dehydrated then who am I to deny them?
I was lectured in the car about that after I told my mom that the strep throat I had wasn’t from Nifty. She told me to throw away my drinks if someone takes a sip of them. Of course I looked at her as if she was insane. Throw away a $1.75 drink because someone had a sip of it? I can’t afford to do that!!! Especially now that I’m jobless and very poor!!
But alas, now I am very sick. I feel like pooh on a stick. They’ve prescribed me some horse pills to take, and they really are huge. I am feeling guilty now about going to G&P’s tomorrow because I really don’t want to get them sick. I think I’m going to purchase one of those SARS masks so they don’t get sick.
Also, now that I’m sick I can’t go into my last shift - as I can barely talk and I really don’t want to get sicker so I need my beauty sleep. This proves to be very annoying because I really need the money, but I don’t want to get a kazillion co-workers getting sick at work and the customer’s who I serve. Plus, who honestly wants to work when they have strep throat? All you want to do is sleep and drink a lot…well I do anyway, I feel dehydrated.
Curse whichever one of my friends gave me this nasty sickness. I’m pretty sure it was Caitlin, some time ago she mentioned that her boyfriend Rob had mono. She didn’t say she was sick and I thought she had the brains to not suck face with him when he had mono. She probably didn’t, but mono is still really contagious. This really seriously sucks ass. Next week paycheck is going to suck.
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4:22 pm |
Unemployed - Yet Again
Tomorrow is my last shift at Wendy’s. Wow, that job didn’t even last a month. Don’t I feel stupid. I had to quit because I can’t physically do the shifts, and I think they were planning on firing me anyway because I looked at the schedule and wasn’t on there anymore after this weekend. Hint much?
So yeah, I’m looking for a job that I can physically do, like a desk job or something. Like I’ll find that.
Boy I feel crappy and worthless right now.
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6:41 pm |
Erection Cupcakes
I find it ironic that nobody replied to my last post, and I’m here yet again with a thousand more teenage insecurities.
Last night I went to dinner with Nifty and his family. It was his mom’s birthday dinner, and somehow I got invited to it. I’m pretty sure Nifty bugged his parents until they gave in, but he wouldn’t let me back out of it so I ended up going. Plus I didn’t really have a choice; on their way home from their trailer they picked me up. The only reason why I was debating on not going was because it was a family thing and I wasn’t entirely sure if his parents wanted me there.
So the restaurant ended up being a Chinese buffet, which is cool because there wasn’t only Chinese food there. I’m ashamed to admit that I am not and never will be a fan of Chinese food. It completely turns me off of eating, I don’t know why and I can freely say this because I’ve tried all sorts of different types of Chinese food with the same result; disgust. I’m more of a pasta fan. However, at this buffet they had a bunch of regular food and I had about five plates. Then I had two slices of banana cream pies. Before I end up looking like a pig, I’m going to meekly point out that Nifty had ten plates…and some desert plates. Besides, buffets are made for pigging out and taking advantage of the fact that theres no limit.
I thought it was going to be really awkward, but it was only semi-awkward. Nifty’s 9 year old sister didn’t mention anything embarrassing - she often asks or says really embarrassing things - and I didn’t say or do anything all that stupid. Which was really awesome, considering it was my first time actually eating with his family. Besides, Nifty’s dad sorta beat me to it anyway. He thought he saw a sign for “caramel chocolate erection cupcakes” and he was telling us about how good they were, and we started laughing. I ended up getting up again and checking to see if they really did call them erection cupcakes, but they were erruption cupcakes…which isn’t as funny.
Anyway, on Monday Nifty’s coming to a family dinner with me, so it should be interesting. I’ll try to be on my best behaviour, I don’t want to get another lecture. I hate lectures, I’m seventeen, I know what I’m doing. I’ve always been a rational person, so why can’t they back off a bit?
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4:37 pm |
Is There A Purpose?
I’ve been on blogger for nearly a year now, and lately I’ve been feeling like my words aren’t being heard. I suppose that’s my own fault, for blogging about silly “school girlish” things such as boys and high school drama, but I have yet to experience anything all that worthy of blogging about, at least worthy to other people who may or may not be reading my blog.
Lately I haven’t been feeling very creative either. I feel like everytime I want to blog about something, it’s pointless and stupid. Mostly the things on my mind lately are friends, my boyfriend, family, school or work. One of those thoughts is usually taking up space in my brain, causing me to focus on only them and not give you guys what you want or need. A part of me is telling myself that I should be blogging for me but still….if I wanted a place to keep secret thoughts, then I’d write them in a paper journal or something. I guess I’ve been using my blogspot as advice central seeing as I always need it.
Today I have a few things on my mind; mostly just friends and insecurties. Lately, JD has been hanging out with an ex boyfriend of mine, Lewbag. I’m not jealous in any single way, because I have a wonderful guy who treats me amazingly, but I am concerned. After all, our relationship was mostly “physical”, and I don’t want JD getting hurt like I did by thinking there’s something more to it when there wasn’t. She deserves someone who will treat her with respect and value not only her body but her mind as well, and her mind before her body. JD has a really good personality and she’s beautiful, and she’s also been burnt by guys in the past.
Another reason why I’m iffy about this whole relationship is JD has already had her little flings with both of Lewbag’s best friends, and I’m concerned that he’s only going after her because of her past with them. I don’t want my best friend getting a name within that group.
I’m afraid to tell her all this though because she might think it’s cause I’m jealous or something. I don’t want her getting her back up and getting mad at me because I’m wrong or whatever, because I really hope I am wrong. I don’t want her to suffer the way I did, because I love her like a sister. I wouldn’t want one of my sisters getting used as a garbage can for some guy’s insecurities, and I don’t want JD getting used as one.
She’s told me before that Lewbag’s a good guy. Good guys don’t use girls with no remorse. Well perhaps he only used me because I made it easy. In any case, I don’t want JD getting hurt, but I can’t tell her who to see and what she should and shouldn’t do with those people. I just really hope it turns out for her, because if Lewbag hurts her I’ll have to seriously hurt him.
Another thing thats been on my mind lately is [obviously] Nifty. It bewilders me how good he treats me, and how happy he makes me. I never thought in a million years that I’d date someone who understood me so well. Nifty doesn’t even have any kind of tainted record, except for breifly seeing one of my friends D and suddenly stopping talking to her but that’s because she became obsessed with him and started stalking him. I knew that before he even explained why he stopped talking to her, because D would call me up and say she was waiting outside his work and stuff so she could talk to him.
D was really pissed off that I started dating Nifty, and at camp she wouldn’t even talk to me. But we’ve sorted it out now because she sees how happy I am and she’s happy with her current boyfriend. Yesterday D told me that she knew even before I knew that Nifty liked me, because she’d catch him staring at me. How cute is that? I thought Nifty was just saying things when he told me he’s liked me since the first day of camp.
I’m so lucky to have him, and the best part is he thinks he’s lucky too and he actually values our relationship.
Anyway, that’s all I really have to say for today.
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8:28 am |
