It seems that when I go nap for a few hours, a million SG's and my bookmarks update.. Which isn't bad, I like reading, but my ass starts to get so comfortable in this chair.. And one can hear the clicking of the keys for hours as I type, type, type away.. 
I managed to stay at work all day today. Until 6. Proudness. I didn't even complain! The people I worked with were convinced I had smoked a bowl before I went in; I could not stop laughing at some times.. Well, no one else could. And by 5 o'clock, people were smoking bowls. Not I. I'm high on..chemical.
Really, though, when I work with the right people, I feel almost at complete ease, and then..I..smile and laugh. Which is wierd, because I'm normally so quiet or something around everyone. As soon as I make friends, I for sure will get rid of this social issue I have. I swear.. 
After work, I gave Matt a ride home, and I ended up trying to tell him about this site, and how awesome it's been and helped me and stuff.. We've worked together for a year and a half, and I really think he might have perhaps meant it when he said he was glad I finally found something I'm interested in, that I've met people through, that's starting to get me out of my house, if only once or twice so far, and such stuff.. It was nice. I'm hoping he wasn't stoned as shit when he said that..
Apparently on the 28th, the Bucks are playing a game in Milwaukee, and everyone at work is sort of going as a group. Ten dollar seating, which makes me wonder how they'd see anything. But then, I remember about how we are, and I say to myself 'we wouldn't even be watching the game anyway'. The good people I can stand to be around are going, and I was invited. Granted, I hate sports except for hockey, but I'm considering, as I will be going out, and with people I enjoy spending time with. So maybe I could sit through a basketball game..
If I have a ride, I'd definately go.
Next week is Spring Break, and I work everyday, all day, through it. My fucking boss fucked me over. Fucking raise. *sigh* I told him I wanted to work a full-timers schedule, monday-friday. Means working all day everyday, except on wednesdays and fridays; the part-timers come in at 3 and full-timers leave early. He of course let me work all week, put me on the schedule, but since I'm a part-timer, I have to be there after 3 both those days. *But* if there are enough people there, I might get to leave a bit earlier.
We'll be short people, I already know that, I saw the list on his desk. He's really fucking me over. I'm human, therefore I get tired. I also haven't worked such long hours in a long time, and my body will for sure get exhausted. But, no. I think I might want to cry about this; he's just not being fair. But, I know this happens to everyone, and I will of course have my evenings to spend in the library. Not that I'll hate being there almost every night, but I was hoping to go in only wednesday and friday afternoons, to get extra time and and maybe be home at a reasonable hour in the evening.
The other evenings were reserved for personal time (sleep, probably. Ugh.). Since he's being an ass, though, my spring break day will now be like this: Wake up, go to work at 8:30, come home at 6, go to library to get schoolwork done (and god, gas is so expensive..
), come home late, pass out from exhaustion and bleeding eyes. 
Repeat. All week. Someone remind me what the point of calling it 'break' is please, I think I missed it along the way. 
Okay, now that that bitching and venting is done, something good.. You know, I'm really not coming up with anything.
My grandma called ealier, she and her 'man-friend' travel to the south every winter and stuff, like they're my age still. Right now, they're going through Texas? Anyway, she called, and everyone usually runs away to avoid talking to her, because she just goes on..and on..and on..and on..and on. We play this game of passing the phone off to someone else; bring up a name, talk about them, somehow manage to get her to want to talk to them, pass of the phone, and you are free. My father used my hair as a way to distract her from him, and I had to entertain her for a half hour.
After a long time of talking, and learning that things such as time zones really do exist :
"So, is there anything new you'd like to tell me about?'
"Um..nope, not really."
"Well, do you finally have a boyfriend yet?"
*pause*
"Do you?"
"Nope."
"Ah, well. You don't want one. Ever."
"Well, you've got to go through the bad ones before you find the right one."
"Well, true, but with your green hair, no one will want to date you, and you won't ever find that right one for yourself."
When I talk about wanting to talk to my grandma about things, I mean the other one who doesn't touch the sore spots. And both are aware of what those are. My personal life is everyones daily comedy in this family, it seems.
I'm just stressed. Two big things tomorrow. Tests that I never can finish. Then break. Work thursday, tests friday, sister hopefully coming over friday night, no doubt with both of us being stressed out, we'll be fighting like hellcats. I'm very irritable and cranky. Work saturday, easter sunday.. Then Spring WORK week. Come weekend of work.. Back to class.
Shoot me now.
I managed to stay at work all day today. Until 6. Proudness. I didn't even complain! The people I worked with were convinced I had smoked a bowl before I went in; I could not stop laughing at some times.. Well, no one else could. And by 5 o'clock, people were smoking bowls. Not I. I'm high on..chemical.
Really, though, when I work with the right people, I feel almost at complete ease, and then..I..smile and laugh. Which is wierd, because I'm normally so quiet or something around everyone. As soon as I make friends, I for sure will get rid of this social issue I have. I swear..
After work, I gave Matt a ride home, and I ended up trying to tell him about this site, and how awesome it's been and helped me and stuff.. We've worked together for a year and a half, and I really think he might have perhaps meant it when he said he was glad I finally found something I'm interested in, that I've met people through, that's starting to get me out of my house, if only once or twice so far, and such stuff.. It was nice. I'm hoping he wasn't stoned as shit when he said that..
Apparently on the 28th, the Bucks are playing a game in Milwaukee, and everyone at work is sort of going as a group. Ten dollar seating, which makes me wonder how they'd see anything. But then, I remember about how we are, and I say to myself 'we wouldn't even be watching the game anyway'. The good people I can stand to be around are going, and I was invited. Granted, I hate sports except for hockey, but I'm considering, as I will be going out, and with people I enjoy spending time with. So maybe I could sit through a basketball game..
If I have a ride, I'd definately go.
Next week is Spring Break, and I work everyday, all day, through it. My fucking boss fucked me over. Fucking raise. *sigh* I told him I wanted to work a full-timers schedule, monday-friday. Means working all day everyday, except on wednesdays and fridays; the part-timers come in at 3 and full-timers leave early. He of course let me work all week, put me on the schedule, but since I'm a part-timer, I have to be there after 3 both those days. *But* if there are enough people there, I might get to leave a bit earlier.
We'll be short people, I already know that, I saw the list on his desk. He's really fucking me over. I'm human, therefore I get tired. I also haven't worked such long hours in a long time, and my body will for sure get exhausted. But, no. I think I might want to cry about this; he's just not being fair. But, I know this happens to everyone, and I will of course have my evenings to spend in the library. Not that I'll hate being there almost every night, but I was hoping to go in only wednesday and friday afternoons, to get extra time and and maybe be home at a reasonable hour in the evening.
The other evenings were reserved for personal time (sleep, probably. Ugh.). Since he's being an ass, though, my spring break day will now be like this: Wake up, go to work at 8:30, come home at 6, go to library to get schoolwork done (and god, gas is so expensive..
), come home late, pass out from exhaustion and bleeding eyes. Repeat. All week. Someone remind me what the point of calling it 'break' is please, I think I missed it along the way.
Okay, now that that bitching and venting is done, something good.. You know, I'm really not coming up with anything.
My grandma called ealier, she and her 'man-friend' travel to the south every winter and stuff, like they're my age still. Right now, they're going through Texas? Anyway, she called, and everyone usually runs away to avoid talking to her, because she just goes on..and on..and on..and on..and on. We play this game of passing the phone off to someone else; bring up a name, talk about them, somehow manage to get her to want to talk to them, pass of the phone, and you are free. My father used my hair as a way to distract her from him, and I had to entertain her for a half hour.
After a long time of talking, and learning that things such as time zones really do exist
:
"So, is there anything new you'd like to tell me about?'
"Um..nope, not really."
"Well, do you finally have a boyfriend yet?"
*pause*
"Do you?"
"Nope."
"Ah, well. You don't want one. Ever."
"Well, you've got to go through the bad ones before you find the right one."
"Well, true, but with your green hair, no one will want to date you, and you won't ever find that right one for yourself."
When I talk about wanting to talk to my grandma about things, I mean the other one who doesn't touch the sore spots. And both are aware of what those are. My personal life is everyones daily comedy in this family, it seems.
I'm just stressed. Two big things tomorrow. Tests that I never can finish. Then break. Work thursday, tests friday, sister hopefully coming over friday night, no doubt with both of us being stressed out, we'll be fighting like hellcats. I'm very irritable and cranky. Work saturday, easter sunday.. Then Spring WORK week. Come weekend of work.. Back to class.
Shoot me now.
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And now that my sister's gotten married the family's getting on my case, when are you going to get married? Before I at least could tell them go bug her she's older.
There are some really hot Suicide Girls out there and the new profile pics show them off very well
Grandparents tend to not care all that much - I think they figure they earned the right to be obnoxious. Of course, some of them are just plain oblivious or NEVER cared - I guess they're not all that different from most other people aside from being your or my or SOMEone's grandparents
And I promise I won't tease you about be scared at the movies unless you throw your popcorn or your soda or something