Oh no!
Monday, November 1, 2004
08:34 a.m.
Current Music: [Dante's Prayer] Loreena McKennitt
Somehow, I have managed to screw up my pitas in the process of making a new layout. Therefore, for a little while at least, you will be unable to see the pretty picture. *sigh* This is hopeless. I'll never be any good at this. *sigh*

Random ramblings of random randomness
Friday, October 29, 2004
07:46 p.m.
Current Music: [Last Song] Gackt
Hello. I am alive. I am also tired and hot. The air conditioning is finally fixed in the dorm but it hasn't had time to cool the building yet. However, it is WAY cooler than it has been this past week. I'm excited about the World Series... I don't follow baseball at all and therefore didn't care who won, but I'm kinda glad that Boston won because a)after all this time, they deserved a win, and b)the Cardinals fans were just WAY too cocky. Trust me. They were obnoxious about it. And trust me one more time, there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth here the other night. In other news, London has endured another night of German bombing. Not really, but I used to play this game where in the background at the beginning a woman was saying this on the radio, and I can do her voice SO WELL. I'll have to do it for you sometime. In other REAL news, I started a savings account today. My excitement knows no bounds. I figure that if I keep adding to it maybe I can go to Europe when I graduate college. Wouldn't that be AWESOME? Let's see... what else... OH! Daniel's roommate Cy is almost definitely moving away, which means that Daniel either has to find another (cheaper) apartment or he has to move back in with his mom. So while he was at work tonight, I was looking around online and I found an apartment that looks really nice (for an apartment) that he could afford. The only problem is... there's not a problem with it. The rent is in his price range, the deposit is reasonable, the neighborhood is... well, I'm not exactly sure, but it's in the middle of some nice neighborhoods and I can't imagine there being a random slum in the middle of the nice section of town. They don't allow pets but he doesn't have a pet. There were pictures of the room and it looked really pretty nice for a one-bedroom apartment. It has a kitchen and a dining room and a bathroom with a bathtub and the bedroom looked decent-sized, and I am pretty sure it has a balcony. And there's a nice pool. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a smallish apartment, but aside from the problems that inevitably come with that there just don't seem to be any problems. And that's... scary. But I think I will encourage him to look into it nonetheless. I'm not sure he'd pass a credit check if they decided to do an in-depth one, though, so that's a big negative, but it's not against the apartment itself. It would be really nice if it was as good as it looks, though... I'll have to look into it further. I'd rather him live in town than 45 minutes out of town, and with his mom and (psycho) sister. Oh well. I'm bored. I'm gonna go play the Sims.

Kinda not-so thrilled
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
08:13 a.m.
Current Music: [A Long December] Counting Crows
It's 8:13 a.m. and not only am I awake, I am up and at work. I'm not clocked in yet. I wish I was, but that would mean walking over to another building, which I have to do anyway at 9, so I guess I'll just lose an hour's pay. Maybe Janice will change my times on the computer.

Anyway, here's a list of people/things I'm mad at:
Henry
Ebay
My sister
My sister's loser-ass boyfriend
The stupid seller on Ebay that screwed me
Mitchell
Dreams about tropical insects getting loose in WalMart
My sister's boyfriend Mitchell
Not getting enough sleep
Mitchell
Mitchell
Mitchell

You get the point. I don't have the energy to complain about each thing separately. However, my Sims are doing quite well. Every adult member of the Majores family is happily married. Two of them have children of their own. Two of them married already-pregnant women and so are raising children. The second of the second-generation Majores women is a teenager (the first spontaneously combusted and is currently scaring a couple of old people from beyond the grave). So I'm encouraged.

What a lovely day!
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
03:43 p.m.
Current Music: [I'm Super] Big Gay Al (South Park)
It's still raining and quite dreary, don't get me wrong, but I'm having a spectacular day. It all started when I dreamed I got voted prom queen. Yes, this is what I woke up to. Which isn't really a major regret of mine that I'm dreaming about with depressed nostalgia, but it was enjoyable all the same. Because I looked HOT. I was teeny-tiny with my same boobs *grin* and my hair was wavy and beautiful and my makeup was perfect (yes! I was wearing some!) and I had these massive heels on my shoes but I was still walking gracefully and I was wearing a red dress and everyone wanted to take me in the bathroom and do naughty things with me (boys AND girls, that's how hot I looked) but I turned them all down because I COULD! So that was a good thing to be dreaming when I woke up. Then I looked outside and saw that it was raining and that made me happy because I bought an umbrella yesterday and didn't get to use it much (it stopped raining like five minutes after I bought it) and now I was going to get to use it. Then I had time to read a couple of chapters in a book (*blush* it's called "Just a Hint, Clint" and is one of the stupidest trashy romances I've ever read but it's so wonderful...) before I got dressed. And I've been trying so hard to go the gym and lose weight and I hadn't seen any improvement except this morning I discovered that my favorite pair of pants fit again! I hadn't been able to wear them for like six months. They're still a bit tight, but they button now and I can breathe. So I was thrilled, and I've been strutting around today like my prom queen dream alter-ego. Somebody asked me how I was doing and it was all I could do not to say "How YOU doin'?" like I was a sexy Friends person. So I was having a pretty good day when I left the dorm, so of course in order to balance the universe something not-so-good had to happen, and it was that I forgot to GET my umbrella and I would have been late to class had I gone back to get it. So I got wet. But at least I looked sexy. I should have worn a white T-shirt. The fellas wouldn't have been able to stay off me. Or the girls, either, because apparently this is National Coming-Out Week. Just a note for those of you who have been struggling. I recently came out, not as a gay person but as a proud Sting fan. So I don't quite know how gay people who haven't come out feel, but I can sympathize with having a big and potentially embarassing (because of society) secret. Anyway, what the heck was I talking about? Oh yes. No umbrella, sexy pants, should have worn a white T-shirt. So I got to class and my teacher was hilarious as usual (this time we had been assigned to read a horrible short story about - really - a girl whose father ran her over with a combine in a corn field, presumably by accident, and my teacher, when mentioning this, broke into song, singing "Little Deuce Coupe" except that it was "Little Dead Chick", which was the only redeeming factor of the entire story-reading experience). And we got out of class early so I got in some quality Sim-time. And my current favorite Sim got married and his happy. Then I went to lunch and there weren't any lines so I got a chicken patty sandwich very quickly and had time to read MORE of "Just a Hint, Clint", in which we find out that Clint is - shockingly enough - honorable, sympathetic, friendly, tough, totally built, very sexy, and... how to put this in a PG manner... let's just say that he has to buy the extra-large briefs, and it's not because he's fat. I'll just bet he likes candlelight dinners and long walks on the beach, too. Anyway. So I went to class (I got my umbrella this time) and the boring one of the two professors didn't teach, so I only had to listen to the fun and interesting one. THEN I went to my last class of the day, in which we read a bunch of poetry, most of which was actually GOOD, and we talked about interesting things like whether or not a road was a road if no one was using it. Then I got my midterm back and I made a 95.5 on it. And NOW I get to work and Janice is gone to a doctor's appointment and didn't leave a lot of work for me to do (just some filing, mainly, and I like filing) so I get to fill everyone out there in on my spectacular day.

*yawn*
Monday, October 11, 2004
11:18 a.m.
Current Music: Various office-y sounds
I'm feeling much better now, just so you know. I guess I feel silly for letting the Daniel thing get to me so much. I'm being overly emotional. And I apologize. Anyway, he made it up to me and everything is hunky-dory.

So it's raining like a mo-fo and it's COLD and Skari is not a happy chick. And the boss lady is sick today so I'm in charge of the office. Me and April, anyway. But I have seniority over her. Mwhahaha. But the fact that my shoes got wet and cold and now my feet feel like little toe icicles. But I just realized that Janice has a little heater under her desk so now my toes are thawing. Aah... Dr. J just brought the infamous RED FOLDER in and so I have stuff to do now. Toodles.

Pain and suffering
Thursday, October 7, 2004
06:41 p.m.
Current Music: [Leave] Jojo
I went to a group fitness class at the gym last night with Andrea and I am in SO MUCH PAIN right now. I do not have legs. I have throbbing pillars of agony on which my body rests. The instructor told us it would be like this, but goodness. Also my eyes hurt, and I am going blind, and my head hurts, and my back hurts, and my feet hurt, and I am not in a good mood to boot. I want to make Daniel go see "The Notebook" with me now that I've read the book (in like two hours, and it wasn't as good as the movie) but he just seems so opposed to the prospect and I don't think I have the inclination to drag him there or the energy to deal with the depression that doing something he doesn't want to do will cause. And ya know what? It kind of pisses me off that he doesn't want to go. He hasn't said point-blank that he doesn't want to, but every time I bring it up he says something like "Don't you want to go see something happier?" or "Let's see if anything we both want to see is playing" or "Do you really like that movie enough to make it the first chick flick we see together?" Yes, I do. That's why I've been hinting at it for months. That's why I keep bringing it up. But I'm not going to just put my foot down and say we're going, it's not worth fighting him. It just hurts my feelings. I would go see anything he wanted me to see. And the only movies we've seen since... well... ever... are movies that he's wanted to see. Most of them I've agreed with him on. But I'm asking for two hours to go see something I want to see. And now he's lying on the bed sulking behind me because I won't tell him what I want to do tonight when I've TOLD him what I want to do, he just doesn't want to. And I'm not having a good enough day to put up with sulking, especially when it's not deserved. I want to go back to the dorm. I want to be alone. I want to be happy tonight, and it's not going to happen because he's in a depressed mood and I am also in a depressed mood and so neither of us can cheer the other up and we're just going to get mad at each other. I can feel it. I've already snapped at him once. *sigh* Maybe I should have gone home today like I considered. It was just such a long drive...

Scanning
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
11:08 a.m.
Current Music: [Dante's Prayer] Loreena McKennitt
I'm sitting in the copy room at work, scanning stuff. It's taking forever, so I thought I'd write. I am fully addicted to the Sims 2 now. The poor Majores family has two adults and three children, which is a LOT for a Sim to handle. There's Allison and Mark, and their son David, and Allison's son Joshua (with Kennedy), and Allison's other son Timothy (with Gregory). Poor Mark. And they've been divorced and remarried. Why? Because I CAN. Mwahahaha. I know that's teaching me bad marriage values, but I promise I won't do that in real life.

Speaking of marriage... I was in a really sappy mood last night while I was trying to fall asleep and I was planning out my wedding and everything and now I wanna get married! *sigh* Sucks to have to wait. But it's best to wait.

I saw Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow last night. It sucked a whole lot. I don't recommend it. Well... I guess it's okay if you're into that sort of thing. But I just don't like specifically TRYING to make things look old when they're not. Like those shows that show you how to buy a brand new chair from Wal-Mart and beat it with chains to make it look antique. And those pants you can buy that already have holes worn in them. And little girls who dress like whores. That kind of thing. Anyway, my point was that I didn't like the movie. That's really all.

I communicate the sound of WHEE!!
Saturday, September 18, 2004
12:25 p.m.
Current Music: [Bring Me to Life] Evanescence
Anyway. Hello, all, I am alive. Although I will be occupied for the next several decades playing the Sims 2, which I got for my birthday, which was the 16th. It is awesome. So right now I am at Daniel's apartment waiting on him to finish shaving so we can go to lunch as planned... probably to the IHOP. Haven't been there in a while, I'm excited. Although what I really REALLY want is McDonald's chicken nuggets. Mmmm. I don't know why I love them so much, but I do. And then, after lunch, I shall go back to the dorm and play the Sims until my grandparents get here. They were going to Panama City, but since there is no longer a Gulf Coast they are coming to visit my aunt and I. *sigh* Fun, fun. I am alive, anyway, which was the point of this post.

Songs, Birthdays, and THE PRINTY-DATER!!!
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
04:30 p.m.
Current Music: *gag*
Okay, so I heard this song the other day that I have not heard in probably at least ten years. It's this horrible country song about a dirt-poor girl and her mother and baby sister and the mom spends their last money buying the girl a slutty dress and sends her out of the house to snag a rich guy, and the baby is starving and the mother is miserable and Social Services takes the baby and the mother dies, but FANCY (yes, that is her name) apparently managed to snag a rich guy and she may have been born just plain white trash, but Fancy was-a her name. I suddenly made a connection between my brief period of depression as a preteen and the fact that it disappeared when I stopped hearing this song. So that's what I'm singing right now. I repeat, *gag*.

In other news, tomorrow is my birthday! I also have two papers due tomorrow, which is really raining on my birthday-parade, but luckily Daniel is taking a nap and won't come get me until 7, so I have time to work on them. And I have to study for a philosophy test on Friday. Wish me luck. Although, I don't see why I should have to take a test when I can't conclusively prove that it exists outside of my brain. But unfortunately, Mr. Helm (which may also be a figment of my imagination) won't accept that as an answer.

I just suddenly realized that I can prove the existence of everything in the world because if it doesn't really exist, then I must have made it up in my own mind. I might have made up clouds. I might have made up space shuttles. Cars, grass, school, nuclear war, little fluffy bunnies, death, misery, philosophy tests... sure, I might have made those up.

But my brain did not come up with "Fancy".

Even evil masterminds have levels of evil that they cannot bring themselves to reach.

*yawn*
Tuesday, September 7, 2004
09:14 a.m.
Current Music: [So Cold] Breaking Benjamin (I think...)
Lookie at my werewolf! I just adopted him. *petpet* And now I have to go to class or I will be late... AGAIN... and I dun wanna be late. Again. We're writing a story this morning.

Various stuff
Wednesday, September 1, 2004
08:26 p.m.
Current Music: No comment
First off, I am about to go insane. The blaring rap music has got to stop. I'm starting to wish I was still in Scholars. And I HATED Scholars. But at least you could hear yourself think there. I am ashamed of this hall... I don't want my parents to come visit here. As a matter of fact, I don't even want to visit here MYSELF. And everyone is acting like it's just the greatest place to live because it's so active... well, if "active" means "obnoxiously loud" or "impossible to study", then I guess they're right. I have to get out of here. But if I do, then I'll never get a parking place. I think it's almost worth going to the park-and-ride, though...

Really quick, before I leave... my aunt suggested that I try to convince the people at the school newspaper to pick me up as a columnist. She says that I am funny. Sometimes I doubt it, but I think I could do it. I'd definitely be more entertaining than the horrible drivel they print. The paper really blows. It's okay though. I'm thinking about it, but I know I'll get rejected. *sigh*

My suitemate, Sara, is really nice. I would like to be her friend. Erika is nice, too, but I'm not in a place in my life where I can reach out to people. I have matured a lot these past few weeks, but I'm not there yet. And I think that for me and Erika to get close I would have to reach out. Sara, however, just randomly comes and talks to me. I think she's just a naturally friendly person like that, but I'd be honored to be her friend. *sigh* It would be nice to have friends...

*mourns for mankind*
Wednesday, September 1, 2004
12:30 p.m.
Current Music: NOOOO!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!
Well, I'm a Dave Barry fan... have been for a long time. In case you don't know, you heathen imbecile, Dave Barry is the funniest humor columnist in the world. If it were not sacriligeous, I would have a shrine to him in the middle of my dorm room. Anyway, he wrote a series of articles (which later became a book) in which he listed the results of his Bad Songs Survey. Being a young person, I had never heard a great many of these songs. So I resolved to find and listen to them, on the grounds that if Dave hates them, they must be bad indeed. YES. Three in particular: "Muskrat Love", "Timothy", and "In the Year 2525". The last one is by far the worst. It is the worst song I have ever heard in my entire life, and if it is not the worst song I will ever hear, then I am tempted to kill myself right now because knowing that I will one day hear a WORSE song than "In the Year 2525" makes my life not worth living. And this song was POPULAR? WHY?!?!? It's horrific. If you've never heard it, just look up the lyrics. They're horrible enough in themselves, but combined with the awful whining music it's almost enough to drive me to suicidal insanity. So that's the worst. "Muskrat Love"... I disagree with its being on the list because Dave said that he was disqualifying all songs that were meant to be stupid. I... just can't bring myself to imagine a world where a song about wild rat sex was meant as a serious piece of art. So regardless of whether or not this song was meant to be serious, I will disqualify it from my personal list. It will help me sleep better at night. It gave Weird Al a break though... he doesn't even have to parody that one. It's a parody of itself. And finally "Timothy": a tragic little song about three guys trapped in a mine. And two guys that get rescued from the mine. What happened to the third one? Well, the third one is Timothy. Or perhaps "was" would be a better tense to use. When you're starving, ya gotta do something, right? (yes, the conclusion you have just drawn is correct, unfortunately) Anyway, this is gruesome enough in itself, but I located the song and to my horror found that it was UPBEAT. Like a dancing song. *gags* Almost makes you long for Eminem, doesn't it? At least he doesn't eat the people he kills in his songs. As far as I know. If he does, please don't tell me. I don't think I can take anymore.

*streeeeetch*
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
05:26 p.m.
Current Music: [Semi-charmed Life] Third Eye Blind
I was supposed to just come up to my room and grab my gym clothes and go work out... that was the plan... but I got up here and my computer called to me, its soft and gentle hum like the melody of the Sirens, and I could not turn away from it. So here I am, writing in my pitas about how I shouldn't be writing in my pitas... and I should just get up and go. This accomplishes nothing. You notice, however, that I still have not moved. Well, except for my fingers, to type. But that doesn't really count. You know, they call 'em fingers, but I've never seen 'em fing... Oh, wait, there they go.

I'm kind of sad...
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
08:51 a.m.
Current Music: [Last Song] Gackt
I've decided to drop Japanese. I have about ten different reasons, but it's mainly that I think it's going to be far more work than I even thought it would be, and I need to concentrate on my important classes. It's not like I need it or anything. Oh well.

A sad, sad night.
Friday, August 27, 2004
09:55 p.m.
Current Music: [Desert Rose] Sting
Otto is dead. I just discovered his pitiful little body a few minutes ago. *wipes a tear* He was fine just a few hours ago, before I went to dinner. I even commented on how much better he was looking. And now he's dead. And he's not even floating. I thought fish floated when they died... is this weird? Could it be foul play? I think I should call the police. Don't touch anything. I want the bowl fingerprinted. We will find out who did this heinous crime.

Ooh! Peanuts!
Thursday, August 26, 2004
09:06 p.m.
Current Music: [Sayonara] Gackt
I was about to complain that I was hungry and I had no snack food and would someone feed me, then I saw a jar of peanuts that I had carelessly neglected to put back with the rest of my food and thus did not see when I performed the ritual of going into the kitchen and looking at the food as if I didn't know what I had to choose from. But I forgot about the peanuts. *munchmunch* Happy Daphne.

Random whimperings
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
05:56 p.m.
Current Music: See below
I like rap music. Well, I'm not the world's biggest fan, but it doesn't send me into horrified convulsions. But the people down the hall are playing rap music really loud, which would be fine, except for one thing. They've been doing it for thirty minutes now. ON THE SAME SONG. Seriously, people. Haven't you heard of variety? Anyway, I have to go to Japanese in a few minutes, which sucks because I won't be able to understand the woman anyway and it's almost a waste of time. Maybe I'll ride my bike there. That will be fun and entertaining. Also good exercise. It's really frickin' hot in here. If I were at the apartment, I would probably take off all my clothes. *snickersnicker* Anyway, I'm lonely. I wish Daniel wasn't working today because I miss him a lot. In other news, though, I printed out my schedule and hung it on the door. Okay, so that's not really news, but it was a big deal to me. *sigh* I hafta go to class now...

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be...
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
11:41 a.m.
Current Music: [Iris] Goo Goo Dolls
I am currently in the middle of my second day of classes and I am TIRED. I have two more classes to attend and I don't know if I can stay awake through them. Japanese was kinda scary last night because the teacher doesn't speak very good English and it's really hard to learn another language if you have no clue what you're saying. It apparently worked when we were babies, but now that we have a language as part of our psyche, we have to learn a new language by cross-referencing it with what we know, right? Makes sense to me. Anyway. But the scariest class is my history class, which you should all be on standby for me to drop. The teacher said he only had like three A's in all of his classes combined last semester. I can't afford to make another B just because the instructor is a heartless bastard (sorry, mom). The wind is whistling like a mother outside the window and it's freaking me out. Otto, my fish, doesn't look very happy. Maybe I should free him? I'm pretty tired, did I mention that? And I was hungry earlier but I decided to eat some chips and give the dining hall time to get lunch all set up. And I ate too many chips. So now I need real food for nutritional purposes, but I'm full. *sigh* Whatever. I'm rambling. I will be silent.

Stressing out...
Thursday, August 19, 2004
09:41 a.m.
Current Music: [Dante's Prayer] Loreena McKennitt
On my way in to work this morning, I totally flipped out in front of Angela about how stressed out I am about this job. So she recruited a couple of people and they marched into the office and ordered me to go home because they didn't want me stressed right before school starts. They were so convincing that I agreed to leave when Lisa gets here... I get to go back to bed! Woot! And I'm taking tomorrow off, too. This is awesome. Woot. I would really like another 40 hour week on my paycheck, but I think my sanity is more important. So I'm going back to the apartment and I'm going to cuddle up next to my man even though he has morning breath, and I am going to relax. I have a couple of things to get done before I can leave with a clear conscience, though, so I'd better get to it. Oh! By the way, I finally got my baby paint brush on Neopets, and Mordressa is adorable! Go check her out if you're a Neopetter. So all in all, my day is going to be way better than I thought.

Tired
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
09:36 a.m.
Current Music: [Imaginary] Evanescence
I'm really tired this morning, because I went out last night rather than getting enough sleep. I couldn't help it, though... I sat here in the office for almost nine hours yesterday doing next to nothing, and I just couldn't stand the thought of going home and doing nothing, then going to bed. So I begged Daniel to take me somewhere. So we called Cy and we all went to Sequiota Park, which would have been fun except it was too dark to walk the trails (which go through the woods and aren't lighted). But it was still better than sitting at home. Then we all went to Billiards and played pool for a while... I actually won once! Go me! Never underestimate the power of breasts. Not mine, the ones on the girl at the next table. Daniel and Cy spent so much time ogling her that I managed to win. I must admit that I glanced a few times, too... I mean, this girl just had them all out there. You couldn't NOT look. But as I was not attracted to said breasts, I could actually look away. Anyway. Enough about that. I had fun at Billiards and even managed to talk to Cy quite a bit. Maybe he doesn't think I don't like him anymore. He's been convinced that I hate him for several weeks now, and I don't know where he got that idea from. Oh well. Anyway, I might update again later. The pictures should be working now, so let me know if they're not.

*does the little "bub-bub-bub" thing with her lips*
Monday, August 16, 2004
02:05 p.m.
Current Music: [Misunderstood] Better than Ezra
I'm so bored. I mean, really horribly bored. Janice was supposed to be back today so I can stop running the office and go back to working part-time, but she had car trouble and is stuck in somewhere like Minnesota. So here I am, yet again. I'm a little worried about Tater... maybe I should call him. He's in Tampa and I hope he's okay. I can do that after I finish this entry. I had a dream the other night that my friend Ashley decided that she hated me and sent me a formal letter informing me that I should return her socks, because she didn't want to be my friend anymore. I as far as I can recall, I've never even SEEN her socks. I mean, I guess I must have seen them at some point because I have stayed at her house a few times, but how can you tell what your brain is thinking? I mean, it's like an unruly child. You stop paying attention to it for THREE SECONDS while you sleep and all the sudden the President is evil and has taken over your university, your best friend hates you and wants her socks back, and your Mom thinks you're the Antichrist because you eat Smarties. Perhaps I just need therapy. But I'm okay, because I have the PRINTY-DATER! The Printy-Dater 4820, to be exact. It's one of those stamp things that stamps the date. I think it's just the niftiest thing ever and I have stamped just about everything in the office by this point. I wanna go home, because Daniel got off work early today and I could be chillin' with him, BUT NO. I have to be here rotting behind the desk for another three hours. *sigh* I'm so bored. Maybe I'll figure out how to make the stupid picture show up. Just in case you never see it, it's really pretty. Trust me.

*bangs head on desk*
Thursday, August 12, 2004
09:26 a.m.
Current Music: Nothing
It's only 9:27 and I am frustrated like a crazy woman. I am tired of all the b.s. in my life. I know that this is not my rant journal but it will have to do because I just don't feel like fooling with it. I'm already logged in here. Remember how yesterday things were looking up because of the job Daniel got? Well, I suppose I was wrong. I assumed that the reason he was so depressed is because he was having trouble getting a good job. Silly me, right? So now he has the job, and he's STILL not satisfied and has taken the job but is applying for another, which he will take. The man is obviously suffering from severe non-linear waterfowl syndrome when it comes to jobs, because while employers look at work experience and want you to have some, it reflects badly on you if you can't seem to stay at a job for more than a year. And then his psycho-bitch sister (excuse the profanity, but there's really no other way to describe her) is pretty much just being herself, like it really matters to her what job he has as long as he has one. I understand that she has a not-so-good life right now, but that's no reason to yell at Daniel all the time like it's his fault. I can see it coming... she's going to flip out and make him choose between me and her, and of course he'll choose her because she's family. They're going to Silver Dollar City this Saturday for her birthday, and I am not invited. And it was not a polite "not invited" either. I believe she actually TOLD Daniel that I was not to come along. I wouldn't have, anyway, because it's her birthday and I know that she doesn't like me and so she would have a bad day if I was there. But I think this is one of those times where you suck it up and invite someone to be polite and just hope that they'll decline. Or at the very least, don't specifically uninvite them. She could have said something like, "Daniel, for my birthday I'd like for you and I to go to Silver Dollar City so we can spend some quality time together." Not, "We're going to Silver Dollar City and Daphne can't come." It's a really good thing that I like his mom, because his sister is almost enough to make me doubt the intelligence of continuing a relationship with him. I don't hate her, not really. She just frustrates me. She needs someone to sit her down and say, "Andrea, you are being a psycho-bitch and you need to stop. Daniel's girlfriend is not a direct threat to you, and you should stop acting like she is. You should also stop freaking out when your mother asks you to get trash bags or milk on your way home from work, because regardless of how put-upon you think this makes you, you DO go right directly by Wal-Mart on your way home and it takes maybe five minutes to run in and get bread." UGH. I am so ticked off right now. It's her fault that I have to eat a frickin' Hot Pocket from the vending machine for lunch today, because she needs to meet with Daniel about the bills. Here is that situation (not that you care, but I have to vent): Andrea has been taking care of the family bills for years. However, recently it's been totally stressing her out, so to be nice, Daniel got her to let him start doing all the bills so she wouldn't have to worry about it. Of course, he messed it up a bit because she kept paying stuff anyway without telling him, and then she said she was going to pay one and didn't, etc. So today she wants to meet him for lunch to get all the information about the bills back, because he obviously is too incompetent to handle it. And he's going to try to prove to her that he does have it under control, or at least that he would if she would stay out of it like she promised. I doubt that will work, however, because she won't stay out of it. Why? Because she's psycho. She needs therapy. I'm serious about that. Granted, I'm sure that I only have one side of the story and therefore everything I'm saying is not entirely the absolute truth. But nothing that I have witnessed for myself - none of the conversations they've had, none of the things their mom has said about her, nothing - even throws a bit of doubt on the stories I've told. She's just crazy. Anyway, I have nothing more to say. Maybe I'll go during my lunch break and buy my books for next year. That might be fun.

Woo hoo!
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
01:42 p.m.
Current Music: [Duality] Slipknot
Finally archived, and I have a new layout! *points* Nifty, huh? Well, so it's not amazingly wonderful, but it's by far the niftiest thing I've ever done online. BOW BEFORE MY SKILL! Okay, so not really. I actually kind of suck. A lot. But I am working on it. For the maybe two of you who read the last entry before I archived it, you will be glad to know that, although the Men of Testosterone are still here, they have stopped beating metal objects on the concrete. And I am in an excellent mood because Daniel got a new job! The one I asked Mama to pray about. I am now beginning to believe that Mama is like the Enoch of modern times. You know, Enoch was the one that walked with God, and then was not, for God took him. Well, I'm just waiting on Mama to be not. Because The Man listens to her. The woman has an eerie success rate with her prayers. So this means that life is going to be much better from now on. At least I hope so. I am confident. Anyway, that's about it for now. Please drop me an email if this layout doesn't work for you. I'm having all kinds of trouble getting the picture to work right.