Shakeboard Dancing
So my first day of work was yesterday, unfortunately I missed out on my little sisters birthday dinner because of it. Man, shakeboard dancing is a lot harder then it sounded! You have to dance…for 4 hours straight! And hold the sign! It’s a bit ridiculous really, at least the responses people give are entertaining.
Some people rolled up their windows and refused to make eye contact, other people laughed at us (or with us because we KNEW how ridiculous we looked) and eventually ended up getting pizza. One guy was crossing the road and heard us singing and dancing, and when he came back from the mall he had pizza. “Well you girls sure may not sing very well, but you convinced me to get a pizza anyway!” was what he said as he walked by. Haha.
Anyways, I’ve got a million things to do before going back to shakeboard dancing work. Such as bitch about it because its SO painful on my already aching bones! Oh well…I keep telling myself that it’s 14 bucks an hour and I’ll get through it.
Hopefully someone will get footage of me shakeboard dancing so I can put it up for y’all.
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11:20 am |
Better than the Oscars!
This morning I woke up feeling a little more then smoopey. I had had a little argument the night before with my mom over my lack of time spent at home, and was feeling pretty worthless and selfish (which I shall most likely go in deeper detail about later) and I was also due in the big T.O for a doctor’s appointment - which I wasn’t very optimistic about considering doctor’s appointments in T.O last all day normally, and results are normally frustrating or depressing.
However, after I showered and readied myself for the day, I checked my phone and was shockingly surprised to see that I had received a text message from my cousin Karen. Basically, it just said “I blawgggged about you. Xo” and because I can’t contain the excitement of being blawgggged about by other writers, I rushed down to the nearest computer and was tickled pink to see that I had won an award! Me!
Karen indeed had blawgggged about me, and it was all about her presenting me with an adorable award. She made me laugh and cry…it was seriously better then CATS. Seriously…although I haven’t actually been on Broadway or even seen the play CATS but whatever, I bet it beats it!
As far as I understand, I have to award this thing to 10 people that I love THIS much, which is a difficult decision for me to make because my heart is so often bursting with love for like everyone and everything! But here it goes…in no order at all. Obviously you guys know that my blog lacks any structure and order at all 
Jessica at So Supercilious - I only recently started reading her blog, but damn it I’m hooked! You can’t tear me away from it! She reminds me very much of myself, and I can completely relate to her witty commentary of every day life. Soon enough she shall be my partner in crime (although she doesn’t really know that yet - stalkerish much? sure), filming the epic adventures of Sarcastica bar hopping at 19. She definitely is one of the few teen bloggers that I read [and thoroughly enjoy]. She’s not afraid to speak - or rather, write - her mind and for that reason Jessica, I love you THIS much!
Sarah at A Child’s Romance - Also a new read, and another new blogger that completely blows my mind! Sarah has an amazing way with words, and writes beautiful poetry! She’s witty, she’s funny, she’s real. She doesn’t fall into a sub category and that is absolutely refreshing! She blogs about a wide range of things from her own poetry writings to job frustrations (which are always hilarious to read) and friend issues. It’s great seeing that more and more people are being more open with their blogs, and Sarah is one of them. I love you THIS much Sarah, for being real and raw!
Girl, Dislocated at Girl, Dislocated - I started reading Girl, Dislocated like a year ago, and ever since the first entry I read, I’ve been hooked. GD is a woman suffering from a rare medical condition, but her outlook on life in general is just so not what you would expect it to be. No matter how bad it gets, GD has an outlook that picks even me up just by reading. She has hilarious stories of bones popping out at the most inconvenient times and by her writing, you can tell that she accepts who she is 100%, despite how hard popping your joints back in to place in the grocery store line up is. She sympathizes with me for my health woes (although I never have hilarious stories to share 
darn eh?) and makes me feel, just from reading her posts, that life is not just about a medical disorder. For that reason Girl, Dislocated, I love you THIS much!
Jess at Bumblebee Dreams - Jess was a long time lurker of mine (I think that’s what she said) and first started to comment during one of my [not so] private posts. In turn, I checked out her blog and instantly fell in love with it. Now you can’t get me a way from it! I absolutely love her writing style, and she occasionally shares very inspirational stories from her childhood that I personally can relate to in my current situation. She sees things in the same kind of light that I do, and I adore that! For being a wicked awesome person Jess, I love you THIS much!
Bennie at A Work of Art: Raising Our Exceptional Son - If you have not yet seen or read this blog, do so now. Trust me. It will open your eyes in so many ways! Bennie is an exceptional writer who is able to give you a birds eye view of what raising a child with special needs is like. The way he writes brings you right in to the life of his son, Ben, who is remarkable in every way. He’s taught me a lot about so many things, and for that Bennie, I love you THIS much. [Note to Bennie; you probably know me as Jessi/Jess from A Medical Mystery...I'm not some creepy stalker, don't worry!].
Angelique at It’s Raining Noodles - One of the Best Teen Weblog finalists in the 2008 Bloggies; and definitely one of the best teen writers out there! She definitely seems like someone I could relate to easily and get along with spectacularly as she views life the same way I do! She never fails to entertain me with her random posts, and always makes me think with her posts on life situations. For this reason Angelique, I love you THIS much!
Avitable at Avitable: Tact Is For Pussies - Definitely one of the MOST ballsy bloggers I know! Most would agree, as they are literally pictures all over the net! His sense of humour is a bit sick and twisted, but admit it…you laugh just as much as I do! Avitable has been a blogging friend of mine for years now, and although sometimes his comments have absolutely nothing to do with the posts they are supposedly in response to, that’s another reason to like him. Because he’s random…like myself (although I’m random in a less freaky/sexual way). For actually building me a pink unicorn bedroom Avitable, I love you THIS much!
Miss Britt at Miss Britt - I LOVE her writing! She’s suave and chic, but at the same time she’s honest and raw. Some of her posts make me want to cry and some of them make me double over in pain from laughing so much (thus drawing weird looks from people around me). She’s also a hilarious drunk, and for that reason Miss Britt, I love you THIS much!
NYC Watchdog at A Pile Of Dog Bones - NYC Watchdog is a really spectacular person, and I’m totally not stretching the truth. He has one of the biggest hearts out of everybody I’ve met (well figuratively anyway, through his writings) in the blogging world. He’s been through a hell of a lot that nobody should have to go through, yet still he stands and offers that same compassionate understanding that Dog is so known to have. For those reasons and a million more Dog, I love you THIS much!
Rik at Person Without a Clue - Rik has been a blog friend of mine since I started waaay back in 2005. He’s been the fatherly type, offering advice and sympathy when I mess up big and generally just being there for me. He is a thoughtful, compassionate person and it definitely shows in his writings on his own blog and in his comment responses to the whacked out stuff I have to say! Because you’re so smart Rik, I love you THIS much!
….and even though you’re technically not supposed to re-send the award back to the person who sent it to you, I just couldn’t resist…
Karen at Karen Sugarpants - She is basically the reason why I started blogging. It was her idea and suggestion that I start my first blog, the late Miss Misery Smiles, as a place to vent and pour my heart and soul into - which I have done, clearly…at the expense of some friendships and groundings. Ever since I started, I have always aspired to be as awesome as she is. I have always looked up at her and considered her to be one of my big sisters; and I feel that I am closer to her then I am my other sisters, because she’s really a cousin and that makes it easier. Sisters are supposed to piss each other off, but Karen rarely pisses me off because she’s able to look at a situation I’m in and give me an unbiased suggestion or opinion without freaking out on me for messing up. I’ve called her crying many a nights…and she’s always taken the calls and comforted me with ease. I suppose you could say I make her feel young and she makes me feel older, we are like almost the same person only at different ages. It’s wicked. For all those reasons and more Karen, I love you THIS much!
There are many more people on my list of loving THIS much but I have already been blogging now since like 10 (so an hour and half ago I started this post). Feel free to do this meme thing if you want! It is really nice to sit back and appreciate some of the fellow bloggers out there.
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Now would be the later part of this post; where I discuss my day[s] and vent about all that sucked (so like everything? No not really…I’m not totally emo). Warning: It’s basically a negativity outpour.
Yesterday I had a really crummy afternoon. I just felt so unreasonably insecure and smoopey, even before I had the argument with my mom. Well, I guess my smoopey mood as of late is not totally unreasonable, or so Dragon, Booth and I concluded. There have been a lot of things making me feel crumby. Here is the list, sort of summed up a bit:
- I feel like my relationship with my older sister is suffering due to the amount of time I spend with Booth. I can’t understand why, as I’ve been extremely careful to not intrude on newly wed time and barge in to her house everyday visiting. I find it harder to talk to her every time because she always seems so pissed off at me, and I’m sure you all have a hard time talking to someone who seems pissed off at you.
- I have been searching diligently for a part or full time job this summer, and have not yet wielded any good decent results (save for the 4 day job I have starting tomorrow - and that’s being a shakeboard dancer). Pressure is being put on me at all angles for this as my funds are being stretched hard core and school is just around the corner.
- Because I have not gone to school or worked in like 5 months, I feel like a worthless piece of noncontributing poop. I also know several important family members views on my dropping out of college…and their fears for me doing it again. I didn’t want to be known as “The College Dropout”, but I guess that dropping out of college would earn you that nickname.
- I’m sore. All the time. I barely want to move now and I hate feeling like that. Because of this feeling, I booked the appointment with my doctors, hoping that they would be able to do something about the pain. But I found out today that unfortunately they can’t do much for all my concerns. My hips pop and my ankles lock because of all the bone growths/tumours surrounding them and the looseness that is my joints and ligaments. They can’t realign my ankles because the treatment might be more worse then the now…and healing could be a long process. I might not even heal. I will be having a surgery though to shave down one of the bone growths on my ankle that I believe is the reason behind my locked up leg.
- So the possibility of a surgery brings me even more concern for the summer; as I need money and a summer job, but I also need this surgery and having a surgery will definitely put me out for a while.
Now the argument I spoke of earlier on in this post happened basically because my relationships with my parents seem strained these days. There are several reasons why they are strained; because they don’t seem to understand me and because of the fact that I’m not spending a lot of time at home. Yes, I know…the simple solution would be to spend more time at home and try to explain myself, but this is easier said then done. I’m a hard person to understand, and I sort of suck at confrontations (which is why I’m blogging about it instead of talking about it).
So why am I never home? Well that’s a good question. I would like to be home, but at the same time I just can’t be…for several reasons. A small part is that I’m concerned about my health as that mold is still in the downstairs bathrooms…and it’s worse and spreading. And I know that writing this will just piss my parents off, but its been years now. House mold is unbelievably bad for the health; mold spores stick to the lungs and cause respiratory problems on top of a million other problems. At night, I have a hard time falling asleep because I can’t breathe at night and my stomach issues are getting ridiculous. Another reason why I’m not really home is because whenever I am at home, everyone’s off doing their own thing…barely interacting with each other and they seem mad whenever I try to make conversation. I get lonely. Not to mention, I’m 18 going on 19 living in the middle of nowhere; basically when I’m home I’m stranded. Not having a license and living in the boondocks makes job searches HARD.
So ya, lately I’ve been smoopey. I’ve been taking a lot of things to heart and I know I shouldn’t but I can’t really help that. When you’re already in a bad mood and people start making bad jokes about things, you take it harder then you would if you were in a good mood.
What would fix this? Well…it’s hard to say really. Moving out would fix it for now, because I really don’t want to be here anymore if the mold is still going to be here. I take a shower and all I can smell is MOLD; because the towels touch it along the walls. I can’t sleep at night because it’s all I can smell. So I’m tired and cranky and smoopey. But moving out would seriously piss my parents off. They would think that I want to move in with Dragon and Booth to do the naughty whenever I like, which is completely not true. Like I’ve mentioned before a thousand times, if people want to do the naughty then they’ll do it regardless of their living status. They also fear that if I move out, I’ll be partying nonstop — which is completely not true. I have never really been a partier, I’m more of a homebody. On occasion I do party, but I don’t over do it (at least not in the past 4 months). But I really don’t want to piss my parents off or hurt them any more then they’ve already been hurt…but I’m not happy here and it gets harder and harder to pretend each day.
So I’m between a rock and a hard place. I haven’t even spoken to my parents yet about this because I’m afraid of their reactions. I sort of hope that they read my blog this time…because I don’t know how to explain myself.
[Anyway folks, if you read this; know that I don't want to move out...it might just be more convenient for me...at the moment anyway. Don't hate me...I love you both. Xoxoxo. It's just an idea.]
Blah. Well ya. That’s all for now I guess since this post is WAYYY to long.
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9:33 pm |
I’m Gonna Be A Shake Board Dancer!
So on Wednesday I start my 4 day job marketing the opening of a pizza shop in town. I get paid 14 bucks an hour to dance around with a sign on the side of the street - whoot! The shifts are only 4 hours, but it will put some extra cash in my very empty wallet - and trust me, that’s much needed!
If I do spectacular dancing around with a sign and draw lots of attention to the pizza shop, then I might be offered more jobs with the marketing agency! That sounds exciting, doesn’t it?
Unfortunately this means that I have to miss some of the huge BBQ my dad is having on Saturday…and my little sister’s birthday dinner and party. I feel bad about that but there isn’t much I can do…I need this money. Apparently Bell has been calling looking for money…despite the fact that I told them to charge it to my Visa every month…
Anyways, I’m babysitting so this is it for an update for now!
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11:33 am |
Easier Said then Done
I am feeling very blah today. I hate feeling blah, usually that means I end up questioning things and getting really insecure. I feel very much how Bella feels about Edward; completely out of balance because he is so perfect and she is so…normal. For those of you who have read any of the books in the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer, then you know what I mean. For those of you who haven’t read the books, go read them and figure out what I mean.
I sort of feel like it’s a dream; how can things be this perfect with him? How can he be this amazing? It’s not even a show; I know this because everyone else sees it as well. Not only is he extremely hot and good looking, but he’s the sweetest guy around. He’s so understanding and compassionate; he gets all of my moods when I don’t even get my moods; but then and again he is also a Gemini and I understand his moods although he doesn’t. It’s funny because Booth is never angry with me; he’ll get annoyed with me for being negative with myself, but not once have I truly pissed him off. Trust me, I’ve tried. To piss him off that is…to see what he’d do if I did actually piss him off. But it’s like impossible. He says the only way for him to be truly angry and pissed off at me is if I cheat on him - which I would never in a thousand years do. Cheating is not my style. And why would I cheat on someone who was practically made for me?
Dragon was talking to Booth’s dad about his home situation with his mom (which I’m not going into detail about; but he’s living with Dragon now and a lot happier) and she mentioned that she’s never seen a boy and girl, correction a man and a woman work together the way we do in such harmony to keep each other happy at this age. We care about each other and it shows in everything we do. I’ve never been with someone who actually cares what I have to say, or what I want do. Or how I’m feeling. It’s strange, but in a really good way.
So I really couldn’t tell you why I question things when in a blah mood. I guess I’m still in shock; I still can’t believe how wonderful he is to me without even expecting anything back. My friend, Grillz, tells me to relax and let the good be good. It’s easier said then done though when you’re used to everything that seems good really just being a show and turning out bad. I know that Booth is different, but it’s hard to convince my mind what my heart already knows to be true.
It’s definitely something I am trying to work on. Booth has been completely understanding and supportive about the whole thing. I’ve already explained to him that although a tiny, small negative part of me waits for the bottom to fall out, there is not a single part of me that doesn’t trust him and what he says. Does that make sense to anyone else? I have a hard time understanding it.
Does anybody else have this problem? Where you’re so happy that you worry that it won’t last? Or someone is so unbelievable that you wonder if you deserve them? Yes, Booth does have flaws, but I love them. They make him him, and without them then our relationship would be insanely boring. He loves my flaws too, which is good because I feel like I have a thousand of them!
I started this post feeling completely blah and insecure, and just thinking about him and how amazing he is has made me feel happy and lucky. Weird eh? Well I’m glad I wrote this post now because I’m definitely in a better mood!
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11:14 am |
A Meme-meme-meme
So my lovely cousin Karen decided to tag me in this here meme, which I have [clearly] decided to do (for lack of anything else to do).
The rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
Here are my lovely things;
Thing #1 - I’m normally pretty decent with my money and spending habits…however the second something happens to bring me down in any way at all, that money starts to burn a hole in my pocket.
Thing # 2 - I have an uncanny ability of being able to sense if there is Ketchup Chips around. No matter where I am, I can just sense them. I told Dragon to check the kitchen for Ketchup Chips because Jesus loves me when she went in to grab herself a drink, and low and behold there was Ketchup Chips. I guess I am loved.
Thing #3 - When I make a commitment to something, I make a commitment. For example, I told Booth I was going to clean out Dragon’s spare bedroom for him and get the stench of whatever it was that had died in there out, and I did just that.
Thing #4 - My “dream wedding” does not include the virgin white ball room type wedding gown and pink pew bows, no it does not. Definitely further from that. My dream wedding dress is a black gown with a corset and royal purple material tying it up. Yep, I want a “Gothic” wedding!
Thing #5 - I sleep perfectly if I’m cuddling something (or rather, someone). I can fall asleep in like less then 5 minutes. It’s awesome. 
Thing #6 - I have a habit of starting novels and never finishing them, I get so caught up in the going ons of real life that I forget to finish them! But I haven’t deleted anything yet, maybe one day I’ll finish them!
So ya, I won’t be tagging anyone because I still feel like I’ve done this meme. Feel free to do it if you want though!
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In non-meme related news, I am now back home. I heard back from the recreational group and they will not be hiring me. Anybody surprised because I definitely am not. I got an email from the new Program Director telling me that due to the fact that I have not been in school since December, I don’t qualify for funding and they can’t offer me a job there. However they hope that I will continue to volunteer.
Not this summer I won’t. I need to find a job that makes up the money I would have been making at the recreational group, and I need to work longer hours and not take lots of time off so I won’t be able to go camping or anything. Plus I’m still pretty annoyed with them. I need a break.
Speaking of breaks, I miss Booth. Actually, my missing him has nothing to do with a break because we are definitely not on one, haha. I love spending time with him and I’m pretty sure he loves spending time with me too, or at least thats the impression I get (and what he tells me all the time). I hung out with him for the past 4 days or so and it was awesome because we could both go off and do our own thing. We don’t have to be attached at the hip, but even if we are its fun!
So ya, I guess I got in that gushing about Booth that I hadn’t done in a while I can’t help it though, he makes me so unbelievably happy, and I sincerely doubt that will ever change. It’s literally his personality. Karen definitely knows what I’m talking about, right?!? RIGHT!?
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6:22 pm |
Those Things Called Thoughts
Sorry for being MIA again…I’ve not been home. Lots of stuff has been going on and I’m just all over the place with thoughts and feelings right now. I feel like my head is a constant speed track, with thoughts racing and screaming by. I jump from one concern to the next faster then I can even acknowledge the first thought.
I know I should be at home, but I really can’t be. I can’t describe it…not in a way that makes sense because it doesn’t make sense to me. I just can’t bear to see the depressed looks on my parents, and I know that’s selfish and I can’t even begin to describe how guilty I feel. I want to be there, I just can’t because it depresses me so much. I still care and I’m not meaning to “only think of myself”…although that’s how not being home comes across as, or so I’ve been told anyways.
There’s been lots of shit going on with Booth and his family - which I’m not involved in. I do support him though, and his decision to move out of his mom’s and into Dragon’s. It’s not my story to tell, so I won’t tell it. I see nothing wrong with me supporting those I care about…and I’m still supporting my family even if I don’t come home this weekend.
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3:47 pm |
Protected: More Secrets.
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It’s been a while since I’ve gushed, hasn’t it?
Yep - be prepared for another one of those posts, where I gush about things because I can. I’m at home, bored out of my mind, and missing lots of people. The main person I miss is Booth, then I miss my friends whom I haven’t seen in a while.
Later on today, I have a re-interview with the rec group. Since Gravy quit and Berrie started, they want to re-interview everyone who had an interview so far, just so Berrie can sit in and get to know each potential. I already know that they aren’t planning on hiring me, so really I’ve got nothing to lose. I’m going to go in there, dressed up as me (in my new hot pink dress, black leggings, and black and white blazer). I’m not going to bother taking out my lip ring because it’s just too much work, and when they ask me if I’ve ever had any work dramas and how I dealt with them, I’ll say this:
Yes I’ve had work dramas, who hasn’t? Mine has been…on going really. A couple of co-workers thought that because I didn’t participate in the heavy lifting aspects of the job such as loading the van and taking down heavy dinning room tents at camping weekends, that I was lazy. This was hurtful because I am far from lazy; my physical abilities may differ from other people, but that does not mean that I didn’t work as hard as the other summer students. I believe I worked slightly harder, doing all the undesirable jobs because I knew that I couldn’t help out as much physically. This one is tough to solve because you can’t really force people to smarten up and change their opinions, so I had to grin and bear it and do what I do best; which is be me, and do all that I can do to ensure the members are having a good time. One would think that because of the organization we are a part of, people would not have these assumptions and would be more understanding towards employees/volunteers with physical disabilities. Sometimes, people are petty because they are jealous, I suppose they were wrongfully jealous of me because of all the potential I have. In those kinds of instances though, all you can really do is smile and keep doing what you’re doing.
Sure, I probably won’t say that word for word, but its a pretty little essay isn’t it? I sort of hope that all of the board members who this is directed at are sitting in on the interview, just like last time. If they are, I fully plan on looking them directly in the face. This one Board Member that I speak of was overheard by a group of my friend volunteers talking about how I was lazy and how I started events before all the members got there. Lets keep in mind that this was my first year on the job, I still had a lot to learn and nobody to teach me because old volunteers and the other summer students all had an issue with me, thinking that I was less then they were because I didn’t go to set ups and load the van.
Whatever.
I’m slightly amused right now, because I started this post feeling like all I would be doing is gushing about Booth, and now it’s turned into a rant about the rec group!
I’ll gush later 
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1:01 pm |
Tough.
Yesterday I attempted to fit in like four days worth of stuff that happened to me, as I was MIA for those days…but I didn’t quite get everything down that I had wanted to blog about, since I was attempting to write it before Booth got back in the computer room. Like I said, I don’t like anybody reading over my shoulder while I write. Hate it. Even my boo can’t read over my shoulder, he has to wait until I hit publish just like everyone else. Booth doesn’t read my blog…he has no reason to really, I already tell him everything that goes through my head (well almost) and I’m sure he just wants a break from my complaining so that’s why he never visits
Anyways, this weekend was full of drama. Friday is when it all started…with Booth’s friend Bearded1. Booth was setting up for Ears to do a tattoo on Dragon, so Bearded1 and I were sitting out by the fire drinking my Malibu rum. Before Booth had gone in to set up for the tattoo, I was joking around with him about taking his pack of smokes off him - to prevent him from chain smoking. I said this because he and I were discussing the fact that he barely has the cash flow to be spending on smokes and would like to quit, or at least wean off. After Booth went inside, Bearded1 told me that “not to be rude, but I find you a little annoying at times because you suck all the fun out of Booth. You’re a fun sucker.” When I denied it, Bearded1 told me that it was indeed true and that Booth wasn’t as fun when I am around. This really hurt my feelings, I mean who likes being called a fun sucker? Definitely not me. So not even an hour later I ended up dipping out and going back to Booth’s house on my own because Bearded1 had made me feel like dirt.
Booth (who had to stay because of the tattoo and he wanted to chill with everyone for a bit) and Bearded1 were walking home later when apparently Bearded1 was talking about how Booth should be spending more time with Dragon without me there because she needs it, and this pissed Booth off a bit because Dragon likes it when I’m there - I help out and she can talk to me.
The next day Dragon was talking to him about what he said to me while Booth and I were inside, he was again setting up for a tattoo and I was on the computer. Bearded1 was spewing stuff about how I’m exactly like a certain unmentionable ex-girlfriend (who was like insane and crazy) only way hotter. He said a lot of other stuff about me, which Dragon wouldn’t repeat because she didn’t want to upset me (this upset me enough as is). Dragon told him to stop talking about me like that (because she likes me and respects me) and then went inside. She didn’t tell us what he said until the next day (which was Sunday). Saturday night (the same night as when Bearded1 was talking shit about me to Dragon) Booth took him aside and asked him to apologize to me because what he said was rude and completely not true. Bearded1 wouldn’t apologize because “it’s not the first time or last time he’s going to offend me”. Booth basically said “well if you aren’t going to apologize to her, or treat her with respect and stop making her feel like shit, we can’t hang out”. Then Bearded1 left and Booth refused to talk to him.
I’m upset. Yes, Bearded1 was saying all this shit purely out of jealousy. He does not like it that Booth is happy, and has a girlfriend who makes him happy. Therefore, Booth isn’t going to put up with it. I still feel insanely bad, but Booth tells me not to worry about it…because if Bearded1 was really a friend, he wouldn’t be this jealous over Booth’s happiness and he would take the time to get to know me. He hasn’t though, and he talks shit about me saying I’m one way when I’m really not. Booth is pissed that it’s upset me though, and I’m pissed that I’ve ruined their friendship. Yes, I know…technically Bearded1 ruined it by being an asshole…but I still feel bad.
So ya, that was some of the drama. I don’t want to talk about the other drama because ya, I just don’t want to.
In other news, I got to check out the car that Ears might be selling me. The inside and under the hood is awesome, it’s got a bit of service rust which Ears and Bear are taking care of this week. Soon I’ll be pimpin’! HAHA!
Anyways, I’m watching Mad Money with my mom and Josephine…it’s actually really good so far anyway.
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8:45 pm |
Looky Looky, I’ve been playing blog hooky!
I have no idea if that’s how you actually spell hooky but just pretend I spelt it right if I didn’t, okay? No mentions on how I should spell check my posts…I’m trying to learn how to spell without help of spell check (which isn’t always right away).
So like the title of this post suggests, I’ve been playing hooky for a couple of days from my blog and dear readers. I really have just gotten busy and not really been around the computer, plus I’m also at Booth’s for the weekend. Needless to say there are tons of things to write about today (if I have time, Booth is in the shower for the moment but the second he gets out he’ll be hoovering over top and trying to see what I’m doing - which is why I don’t blog at his house…as boyfriends, as a rule, can’t read content unless I show them the posts they can read and then immediately clear the web history). I’m all secretive like that yo!
So ya, first on the agenda (to blog about that is) is the super awesome new design that my super amazing cousin Karen did (like 2 days ago) that I love love love! I do like it better then the other design, although I loved that one too. Purple is my all time favourite colour, so whoot!
Next on the agenda is I spoke to the old Program Director of the rec group, you know…the one that suddenly quit and all that. He’s one of my good friends and stuff, so I was confused as to all the sudden changes. Anyway, I found out that because we are friends and the board of directors or whatever butted heads with him so much, they aren’t planning on hiring me. They told him (when he was still working there) that I can’t follow direction and didn’t work as hard as the other students. This really pisses me off because I followed direction better then anyone else working there, and I worked just as hard - if not harder. Yes, I know I couldn’t do camp set ups because I wasn’t physically able, but I did a hell of a lot more work in the office then any of the other summer students.
So the past few days I’ve been busy job hunting. I blew the interview at Blockbusters hard core so I definitely won’t be working there. While the story is funny, it’s kind of frustrating [to me] but I’ll share it anyway. So it was a group interview that I went to with my sister Kate. There were 3 other people being interviewed at the same time as us, and my friend who happens to work there was sitting in on the interview. So I was insanely nervous. I’ve never had to “audition” for a job before. Ever. I screwed up majorly on two of the interview questions, which where: Tell us a story you have of working with a difficult costumer? and Quote a line from a movie.
I just so happened to spill the beans on the one horrible costumer I had a few times during my era as a Timmies Hoe. He was an elderly man who I had two run ins with. The first one was when I was in the little Timmies in the gas station, he came in and demanded I put milk in his coffee - right after the cream exploded all over the ground (which I was trying to clean up) and after I had already explained to him that I ran out of milk. He couldn’t understand why I couldn’t just go over to the other Tims and get some milk for him, and since I was the only Tim Hortons employee in the kiosk, I couldn’t leave. I tried to explain to him why I couldn’t leave but he was such an asshat that I told him to go inside if he really wanted milk. This pissed him off and he left in a huff. Then about a month later, I saw him inside. I had just taken over the till for someone to go on their break, and his line up was huge because he was absolutely slow. So I decided to speed things along and cut a couple unneccesary words from the greeting - in a non-rude way. He got pissed because I didn’t say please when I told him the total. Don’t forget I was like 15 and it was my first job, and I had never heard of this “$7.90 please” stuff before. I never had said it before and nobody had ever gotten upset with me before. He flipped though, and said that he was going to teach me some manors because all “fast food employees” didn’t have them. I got angry with him and told him that if he didn’t like the service, don’t come back. He didn’t…as far as I know. Anyways ya, that was the story I told them. Clearly not the best one, since Blockbusters follows the costumer is always right policy.
Oh but it gets worse, far worse.
Guess what movie quote I came up with? Out of all the movies in the world, I just had to pick this line. I honestly couldn’t think of anything else, my mind was blank. And before I said it I asked if we had to keep it PG or if swearing was ok (since its a quote). They said we were all old enough to be cool with swearing and allowed it. So I said, with my face red because I hate swearing near authority figures…
Get these mother f**king snakes off my mother f**king plane.
Yep, you should have seen everyone’s jaw hit the floor. They all laughed afterwards mind you, but…still. Talk about a disaster. Now that I never want to enter another Blockbusters again…
So ya. I’m jobless at the moment, and still hunting.
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