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Mar. 25th, 2008

Yesterday

Spent some time at my dad's. Eh.
I came home feeling greatly ignored.
Anyway, I watched "Donnie Darko" the other day. I was not impressed. The best thing about that movie was Seth Rogen being really, really fat.
Other than that, it's been really nice having time off. School starts Monday.
I'm hoping I have a ride, but I know Kirsten doesn't want to get up that early.
Maybe Kauh, Aaron or John can help me out.
I've been talking to this guy Bryan.
:D He's nice. The end.
I want an entourage.
I also want to go work out like right now.

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Mar. 20th, 2008

A Song.

Well, Kyle's mom is a bitch, she's a big fat bitch,
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
She's a mean old bitch if there ever was a bitch,
She's a bitch to all the boys and girls

On Monday she's a bitch, on Tuesday she's a bitch
On Wednesday through Saturday she's a bitch
Then on Sunday, just to be different,
She's a Super-King-Kamehameha Beeyatch

Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom,
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
She's a mean old bitch and she has stupid hair
She's a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
She's a stupid bitch!
Kyle's mom's a bitch, and she's just a dirty bitch!

Kyle's mom...is a...biiiitch! Tchah!

Gotta love that South Park.
And yeah, I'm totally winking right now.
Haha~ brownies to the few who understand why.
There were a few things I wanted to say, but after talking to my dad, I feel slightly better.
It's just that I'm bored, and so therefore feel the need to be angry.
...yuuuup.

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Ode to Sammie

music: Watching: Make Me A Supermodel

Samantha,
You are the single hardest-working person I have ever met. And yet, you never get the rewards you deserve. But even so, you manage to always smile, and are always able to crack a joke. You are quirky, and sarcastic, and just all around amazing.
I worry about you all the time, because I swear, you're going to collapse from exhaustion.
I love you, I really do.
I hope you know that, Sammie.
I don't want to stop working with you!

Love,
Sarra

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Mar. 18th, 2008

If You Have Any Questions, Direct Them To The Brick Wall Over There

Haha, watching South Park, and the boys are trying to kill Grandpa Marsh with a cow. :D
Anyway.
The news spread like wildfire, and that means some ladies were opening their big mouths. That is an invasion of my privacy, and I kindly ask you to **** off.
Use your imagination, okay? Super.
Already people have been lied to, and the story has already gotten warped.
But the people I care about know the truth, and that's what matters. I do not give a **** about what they say, and I'm pleased I don't have to try anymore.
So go ahead, ladies. Hit me with your best shot (c'mon and hit me with your best shot~!)
I refuse to let you win.

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Mar. 17th, 2008

Cross Posted from MySpace.

She can't read this because I just deleted her, but I feel the need to make a public apology, because you seemed to want it public.
So.
I'm sorry that by being polite to you, you seemed to think I liked you. I never told you that, and I never alluded to it. Because I hold a grudge, and because I can't let go of the past, I still don't care much for you.
However, that does not mean that I won't be polite towards you. I smile and ask how you are, how your turtles are because I read your bulletin the other day.
But I'm a polite person, and that's all. I am not so nice as to befriend you after one smoke break together a year ago.
You were the only person I knew at the store, and I was ready to cry that day. So I asked if you wanted a smoke. You talked shit about a couple of people and told me you smoked pot a lot for a few months.
I just smiled and nodded, didn't say much.
And then you quit. You tried to add me on myspace, but I denied it, which ultimately made me feel guilty, so I added you back.
I apologize for calling you what I did. It was harsh, and uncalled for. My bad. But it was also my personal diary, and you went flipping through it and read all the entries. You just ended up not liking some of them.
However, I have now made those select entries private, out of respect for your feelings.
I deleted you off my myspace because I don't want to have to deal with this right now. If you really want to "choke me with my stupid green apron" okay, then choke me. You want to "punch me in the throat" alright, go ahead.
But that will not change my opinion of you.
Also, I wrote that before we started talking the little bit that we had. I in no way suspected that you would read that.
But you did, and it's done, and I don't wish this to drag out. So I apologize for the way I expressed my thoughts, but I am not sorry I had them.

And in the future, to anyone, if you read someone's personal diary, you should not become angry about things you read in it. Things are written in the heat of the moment, and can be hurtful and cruel. But they are what the person is feeling at the time. That should be accepted, even if it is not what you want to hear.
I apologize if anyone who has ever read my blog has been offended. But the things that I write in there are what I feel the need to say at the current moment. That doesn't mean that that's what I feel all the time.

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Mar. 15th, 2008

Poco più di un anno fa

Haven't been here for a while.
God, I remember how I used to love walking into work, letting the world know that I was proud of my mediocre job.
But now when I walk in, an awkward hush covers everyone's mouth, and I know they're talking about me.
It's all I can do to wait another week and a half to get the fuck out of there.
The 26th is my last day, and God, it can't come quick enough.
Not working for three months is going to easily be both sides of an awful coin. It means I'll have no money, but, it also means I can start finishing high school.
Finally.
I'm excited to go back, truly, I am.
People at work say they'll miss me, but I can see the lies behind their eyes every time. Whatever. I hate knowing that I'll try to come back in the summer, because (1)I know they'll hire me again, and (2) I'll be at the same wage I was leaving.
It's all very convenient.
The other day I sliced through my thumb. Not all the way, but about halfway, with newly sharpened knives while chopping up onions. I know have stitches for the first time in my life.
I somehow managed Vicodin out of it, and pop two for a pleasant high.
Of course, I'm almost out.
Cory's last day is the 17th, and then he's heading to Tacoma. That blows, I really liked working with him.
Made my day easier, because we were on the same wave length about everything. He was like an older brother. Yeah, he's way older than that, but he doesn't act like my father at all.
I feel bad for all the newbies, but I wish them luck surviving this shitty management.
Certain people feel they can play God with their employees.
Certain people feel they can intimidate those younger than them. But the truth is that I'm not frightened at all.
I know that if I wanted to, I could run that place.
But are you fucking kidding? Marlene's a fucking old bat, there's not a chance in any layer of hell that I would ever work directly for her.
The other day some old bitch told Samantha that I was rude and abrupt, and it took all my will power not to be like, "'ey, fuck off grandma." Christ. Just because you're nine thousand years old, and can't hear, and because I let Terrance deal with you, because your husband said that I could go ahead and help another customer, and because I couldn't fucking hear you because, you know, YOU FUCKIN' MUMBLE INTO THE GLASS, SORRY I'M NOT SUPERMAN, yeah. I'm rude. Whatever. You're about to croak anyway.
Shit, that ol' biddy made me angry.
I really need to get out of the store. It's starting to become obvious that I hate the job.
Got into it with Amber the other day. I asked her nicely and politely if she could please clean out her sinks, as she had not done so on the previous Friday I worked. She responded with, "WOW, coming from the person who leaves stuff lying around everywhere?"
"What?! What stuff! What did I leave out?!"
"Well, like...the broccoli..."
"When?!"
"The other week?! Friday!"
"What?! I sliced my finger open that day! I wasn't even here...oh, that was Saturday, nevermind."
Here, she gave me this look that should've landed her a mouth of blood. I pursed my lips.
"...what else?"
"I dunno, just stuff! *disappears for a minute*"
I breathed through my nose, trying to contain my anger.
"Okay. Next time, make a list." Amber gave me a skeptical look. "No, seriously! Make a list of shit I leave out! It bothers me that I do stuff like that!"
I was being completely honest. She just kind of rolled her eyes and walked into the fridge, and I looked at Jenn, who gave me a simpering glance.
"It's not that you guys mean to, it's just busy up there during closing," she offered.
God, I was so fucking furious. First of all, I don't fucking close any day but Friday, and you don't work the weekends, Amber, so what the fuck do you know?
Second of all, clean your fucking sinks. It's not hard, it takes five minutes, and it saves us time at closing.
Third, I seriously doubt anything other than boxes are left out, but if they are, not my problem, look at the schedule and take it out on those who closed. Talk to Kate about it, and she'll talk to us.
Fourth, where the hell do you get off trying to make me look like the bad guy? I'm not only your fucking senior, but I know your job, my job, and everyone else's job except for the cooking/baking.
So fuck the hell off. Shit. Goddamn, if I could I would just fuckin' smash your glasses into your face so hard that they hit the back of your head.
I don't think anyone but Mary and Aileen realize what they're losing as an employee. Shit is going to run so drippy when I'm gone. These bumps in the road have been caused by a combination of a certain person thinking she's the shit, and all of these new kids and training, and the gossip that a certain person has started.
Said person had the balls to tell Sam that I was talking shit about her behind her back.
If I was talking shit about Sam, I would tell it to her. She knows that, he knows that, her mom knows that...everyone but you. Stay the fuck out of my life; I hope you choke on your weed.
Kirsten, Sam, Adam and Michelle will help Aileen keep the deli running smooth. Even Ursula has been acting funny. I hope they all leave the store, so that Certain Person realizes what a freakin' bitch she's been lately. I don't care about the stress or whatever, you leave that shit at home. It makes the moral so low. Every time I come in, I try to smile and greet everyone, try to make jokes to get every person smiling as big as I am.
But I'm tired of trying. That shift leader shit? What a freaking joke. Right now, no, I'm not in the position to be supervisor, because I don't give a fuck about the job anymore, but when I asked for it?
I should have got it.
Well, in three months I'll probably be back, because no other place will pay me $9.50 an hour. My record is the lovely Fatburger joint and MM&D, and that's it, and I'm 18 without a diploma.
Yeah, please. Minimum is the best I can hope for anywhere. Fuck.
But then it'll only be for three months, and then school without work, and then I'm moving in with my father (probably). It'll be a nice little break, and I might even be able to save some money.
But over the summer, I have to work. I have PAX and YC, and they're both like about 6-800 bucks a piece. And that's with no spending money.
....My Vicodin high is gone, but I want to save them, you know? I gave four to Kirsten, who I'm sure hasn't taken them, or took them and then stayed up anyway, doing something like talking on AIM. Not the point--you're supposed to take them and then relax.
I hope they help her sleep.
Marlene's is driving me crazy.
Certifiably crazy.
In other news, I'm buying Amy this shirt on Thursday.
A-REX ON THE DRUMS
Seemed appropriate. For Michelle's I'm paying for part of her industrial.
For Aaron, Adam, and Kirsten [in that order--that's the birthday date order dude!], I don't know yet.
Dude, I don't understand why there's a FWPA reunion. It's been two years or whatever since all those kids saw each other. At least wait fiver years, you know? And it's really supposed to be a high school reunion, not 'middle-high-portables' reunion.
I got my eyebrows done the other day. They're fucking horrible. Stupid fucking chink bitch thinks you have to have skinny eyebrows. What the fuck ever. You don't, but what I hate even more is that I'm used to them, and they seem to fit my personality more.
My wisdom tooth on the lower right side of my jaw decided it wanted to pop up all of a sudden. I can't chew on that side of my mouth--it hurts!
And of course, the next day I feel a cavity.
I keep having to reschedule doctor's appointments because, GOD FUCKING CHRIST, work keeps fuckin' my schedule. All this training should not have affected it at all, but because I'm really freakin' amazing, they know they can count on me to say yes to working a different shift, having split days off, covering when we're short, working on my days off, covering for sick people.
They know that I will gladly do it.
Thursday the 20th is my official year mark.
Fuck, I can't believe I made it. Doesn't feel like it was that long. I started out as a flaky teenage bum, and was molded into the employee you know has the answers, who can calm a situation down, you know...
The kind of person it would be nice to keep around?
I let them know a month early that I would be leaving. It gave them plenty of time to find people. It makes me laugh. We lost Michael, who was easily [and sadly] replaced. We lost Jacey, who was an extra on every day she worked. We lost Jacob, and Molly, who were really valuable. We're losing Cory, who keeps the teens happy with his corny ass jokes. We're losing me. We're supposed to be losing Sam and Adam. Jessilyn quit because she's a chump. Lea stayed for a very short time.
We gained Sheila, Sarah W, Rochelle, Terrance, Liz, and Elliot.
The only one that I think will stay is Sheila. She'll have it good because she's Missy's daughter. The rest will stay for about a year, I wager, before they leave as well.
Right now, we're paying way too many people.
The store is going bankrupt. People are stealing pills and vitamins and supplements and food, and it's not all customers--some employees as well.
The stores has gone to shit. It basically started when Kim took over Mariah's job. Mariah was a kind, bubbly, sort of mythical goddess/faerie kind of being. She just glowed.
Kim is well...Kim. Kind of a bitch, but she's never done something against me personally, and I like talking to her. It was just that look she gave me the other day.
That look of how much better she was than me. Ugh.
Alright. I feel better getting that all off my chest and into printed words. The only thing still really bothering me is that stupid old bitch who called me rude. I made eye contact with her when she was talking to Sam, who was trying not to laugh, and she paused her speech and kind of huffed before rolling her eyes.
Please, you wrinkled shit, don't roll yours eyes at me. Makes me want to rip them out.
I'm getting kind of sleepy now. I've been writing for exactly 59 minutes, and I feel the need to beat the shit out of things at Smash Brothers Brawl.
I would not suggest working for Marlene's unless it was for like six months.
Oh, God, and when Sam told me that when she got home the other night, Certain Person was like, "Why the fuck does it take you so long to close?!" I about lost it. That person is a junkie, a dealer, a person who feeds on the insecurities of others because she's too afraid of her own, and yet finds it okay to amend rules so that during the week, her close friend doesn't have to do much at her job.
Right now, I need a soundproof room to scream my lungs out in, and a really great high. From pot, or heroin, or cocaine. But I'd really it rather just be pot. The other ones scare me, and I will admit it.
I just need something to get me out of my reality that my job has started to hate me as much as I hate it.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

Tags: fuck, vicodin, work sucks

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Feb. 25th, 2008

Update Please?

music: Big Girl [You Are Beautiful] // Mika

It's been a while since I've posted on here.

Work
As usual, I don't really get the respect I deserve. But at the end of next month, I'm all done for a little while. Turns out that I'll be back in Summer, though, so that I can afford PAX and all it's glory.
Molly and Jacob are leaving, which is fucking sad.
Cory is a decent guy.
Kirsten is getting lazy at her job.
Rochelle just fucking fails.
Adam and Jessilyn like their drama too much.
Sam's starting to become a true leader, which is good.
Kate is completely two-faced, and I'm mad.
Aileen is sweet as always.
Brenton is just a dork. ♥

School
After being gone for three months, it'll feel good to be going back. Today I went and sorted all my affairs out at Beamer, and registered up at Highline.
Tomorrow I've got to go and see if the classes I've chosen are acceptable.
Passing the WASL was probably the best thing I ever did, because my scores allowed me to pass classes that I'd already flunked.
Tight.
So three PE classes and PNW.
Full clock!

Home
...
Well, it's home.

I hope you guys are doing well~
And a special note for you.
You know who you are. Yeah, you.

When you become a decent human being again, then let's talk.

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Feb. 10th, 2008

denying the truth

music: Love Song // Sara Bareilles

FRIDAY=FAIL. Except PikoPanda was neat. Ended up at my grandma's because I couldn't get a ride back to Federal Way. Thank God she lives right next to Jacob.

Saturday was fun. :D Drinking and karaoke. Tight.
So the entire deli wants to head over to Trader Joe's. I think it's fucking funny that we all want to be "trader's". Say it aloud. Funny.
6 months out of work, probably. Might work weekends over summer, so I have money for PAX.
But throwing my two weeks in on Friday, March 14th. I'll have stayed for a year.
I don' like where the company is heading. It's no longer something to be proud of.
Anyway.
Not much to report on. I don't know why Jessilyn would hit on me if I'm not her type, but whatever.
She's fucking cute, but I would never date her seriously. She'd just be fun to mess around with.
Her head's not down to Earth enough for me.
Elize's wig is cute.
And why the fuck did she have to go to my karaoke joint. God.
It was mine, and it's not fucking sacred anymore. Shit.
That just pissed me off summat fierce.

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Feb. 7th, 2008

Irony.

music: Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying // Fall Out Boy

Irony for the icon pick of Edwardo playing with panties, considering what I'm about to talk about. Total fucking accident--didn't mean to pick it. Random.

My trial days are finally starting. The first day was yesterday, or today, whatever, and the first victim of Anthony Casper Dias took the stand. She detailed all of what he did to her, and I was reading the articles.
There was a growing feeling of nausea in my gut, knowing that I'm going to have to go on the witness stand within the next two months. I don't want to. I mean, I do yeah, but I'm not ready for it right now. There was countless times that I explained what happened to me; how I was raped, and almost three full years later I'm ready to move on.
Naturally, they had to bring up all these feelings and memories about it. After I'm healed.
They don't fight fair.
I will not tell anyone when the trial date is, because I don't want anyone to show up. You guys know all you need to know about my rape.
That it lasted all night, hours,
and that he fell asleep,
and that it drastically changed me.
I went from being incredibly happy-go-lucky to being extremely vulnerable.
To being an extraordinary bitch, which is where I am now. I hate everybody, and I trust nobody.
I went ahead and put his name out there, in case you want to look it up.
It was my case that caused him to get arrested, so if you do, you'll probably find the articles of his arrest.
Anyway.
I don't want this. Not right now.
I'm too stressed. Working full time blows,
and the trial will happen smack dab when I'm back in school.
Which blows.
Everything blows, like, Monica Lewinsky blows.
I've been listening the hell out of Fall Out Boy lately. Dunno, they've just been keeping me going.
I'm tired of Kirsten contradicting herself all the time. I can't believe she said that it doesn't involve me. What? Considering my two closest friends are her and Michael, I would say all this greatly involves me.
I'm tired of Sam making a huge deal out of this shift-leader shit.
I'm tired of Kate giving me this shit lately. Her attitude towards me has been pissing me the fuck off. I don't know, I think Sam told her about me not digging this shift leader shit, and now she's different towards me.
Everyone there is. Except Aris and Brenton.
I want to quit so, so bad. If I find a place where there's more money to be made, you bet your ass I'll leave.
I love MM&D, but I can't handle it.
I'm tired of everyone being like, "SHIFT LEADER, LOLOLOL". They made me this fake position. Quite literally, they made it for me. I'm grateful, but lay the fuck off.
Everyone.
I'm tired of not being in school. I miss it.
I'm tired.
I want a girl as cute as Jessilyn or Sophia.
Or just someone to make the fuck out with.
Ugh.
I also want a bowl, a big big big bowl of chocolate ice cream.

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Jan. 28th, 2008

Positive Vibes

music: Want You Bad // The Offspring

I am so fucking happy right now,
I can barely contain myself.
Everything seems to be okay.
Except my weight.
One thing at a time.

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Jan. 27th, 2008

too good to be true.

This girl on this 'Fat TV' show thing [kwtfbbq] just said: "I wonder why God made me overweight."
I just stared at the television for a second.
What the hell?
God didn't make you fat, you stupid girl. You did.
Every time you cram that hot dog in your mouth, you're gaining your own weight.

My sister has lost a lot of weight these past two weeks.
I've found all of it.
I really need to go back to the gym.
I also need to stop compulsively eating.

Today was lots of fun, actually.
I think Adam, Kirsten and I need to get fucked up together, because we seem to make each other laugh sober.
Also, Sweet&Low tastes really fucking gross.

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Jan. 22nd, 2008

Strange, strange behavior

music: Watching: 'Jenifer', then 'The Tooth Fairy'

I haven't talked to Kirsten for a little while, but I see her tomorrow.
Right now I'm watching some movie called "Jenifer". She's about to eat a cat. A live cat.
I like Netflix live.
Oh, nevermind, she just scared the cat away.
Erm, so, I have this necklace.
I'm not sure if it's actually from Marlene's or not, but it was lying unwrapped on the counter a few
Oh dear jesus, the kid who played Hunter in QAF is in this movie! :D Yay!
Anyway, I found this necklace a few months ago, and everytime I wear it, I'm more in tune with myself, and with people around me.
I can see auras that much more clearly,
and I can feel the inside of a person that more strongly.
There's something weird about this necklace. It protects me or something. I don't know. The fact
Oh, now she's eating the cat. Haha :D
This movie's fantastic.
The fact that I was wearing this necklace whenever I could feel the temperature drop when Justin (S.W.'s boyfriend) walked up the stairs, into the deli, or whenever I could feel my mom get angry when she was miles away at work, or feel the sadness of a friend...
I swear, this necklace acts as a conduit for energy.
So it was that much stronger on Monday when the new boy walked upstairs.
And I've been wearing it since she started talking to him, and I haven't trusted him at all.
God, it's weird. Everything's weird. I feel drunk right now without having a single drink all day. My legs tingle with that familiar feeling of weightlessness.
Strange, strange behavior.
Also, RIP Heath Ledger. Thanks for finishing up the Batman movie first, guy. You were an abnormally attractive piece of eye candy.
Sorry you OD'd.

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Jan. 21st, 2008

well

That certainly was something. I already didn't like this guy just from the mention of his name; didn't trust.
And then I saw the back of his head, before I knew who he was, and my stomach just fell. Just sank. It was like I was identifying my rapist, looking that bastard in the eyes all over again. That fear, and it almost made me cry.
"Is...is, that's not him, is it Michael?" I was thoroughly upset. He looked over, and anger crossed his face before he began shaking.
"Yeah...I'm pretty sure. You see his bobblehead?"
God, I don't know.
It scared me.\
I asked Kirsten if that was him, and she said yes. So I told her what I felt.
Then I sat back down, I trembled, then I went outside for a smoke.
And then Michael and I drove, I went home, and shot up some vodka.
:|
I'm not sure of anything right now.

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Jan. 19th, 2008

none.

I was filled with an unspeakable hate for ______a. I don't know why. Might be because I just added Alicia to my myspace.
I kind of want to know that girl. She hated me, and I hated her, but we never actually, you know, knew each other.
It was all 'cause of that one bitch. Blonde hair on that girl? No no no.
God, I just wish I could kill her right now. Just beat her face bloody.
God, what a rush that would be.
God,
God,
God.
I'm a fucking fatass with no life.
Somebody help me.

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Jan. 17th, 2008

sad

music: Blood // Mika Nakashima

Dear God, I'm so lonely right now.
No, not because I'm home alone. I'm been really fuckin' artsy these past few days, and I was going through Raven's myspace because she's so fucking gorgeous and I wanted to draw her.
However, it might not have been the smartest idea.
Looking at pictures of her and her ~~girlfriend~~ wife made me desperately want a girlfriend. I know you all expect me to say boyfriend, but the truth of the matter is that I much prefer girls over boys.
I remember **laughs** this one time at Sakura Con, I went to the dance. This cute young thing dressed as Mana came up, and started grinding on me. Shit, she made me so incredibly hot. We danced and groped for the better part of an hour, then ________ started pissing me off, so I left. She had the tiniest waist though, fuck. We probably would've romped in bed if I'd stayed.
That's the one thing about those conventions. At least, this one.
Everybody hooks up. It's just how it is.
Anyway.
Plus, Raven and her wife cosplay together.
That, naturally, made me miss the desire I had so long ago to cosplay. I really do want to, still. So then I'm like, "Huh. I should stop eating."
Made me want to go to the gym way bad.
That made me want to drive.
That reminded me of throwing some patchwork pants together in the back of ________'s car. I don't appreciate remembering her.
But whatever. I've apologized for what I've done.
She hasn't.
So I feel fine about myself. I suspect I'll see her in San Fran this coming September, but whatever.
Fuck, I really, really want to cosplay. My site is all set up and everything, I just have no pictures because I've done no costumes worth shit.
I still want to be Shelke to Aaron's Nero. That would be killer.
Shelke and Red XIII are the ones that come to mind.
Kurai, naturally.
Naruto, but only if I can wear a beanie, ha. I fuckin' love my wig, even though I fried it trying to straighten it.
I really want Sakura Con again. The networking you do there is fuckin' just...amazing.
Mmm, maybe next year.
[That's what I said last year too].
For now, PAX is enough. So~ fun.
And yeah, my mom and I will be heading to Yaoi Con, and hopefully I'm takin' Aaron.
Dear God, I'm filled with so many gorram memories right now I think I might explode.
Help?
GYM, TONIGHT.
And I'm throwing away every piece of junk food I own.
Seriously, I'm doing it as soon as I get off this.
Annnnnd....GO!

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Jan. 14th, 2008

disaster

music: This Charming Man // The Smiths

God, today was almost disastrous. I didn't want to work, and Adam was being a pussy...
Dear Lord,
Help him, and help her, and please, give me that fucking supervisor position.
Amen or something.
The thing is, Sam, whom I totally adore, will not be speaking to me. "Not that you're a bad employee, but...I've paid my dues."
That's what she said. God, it really pissed me off too. I fucking work my ass off there, and yes, I think I work harder than Sam. However, she works more hours, and she could use the raise. But when Kate tells her that she still has things to work on, and tells me that she puts in a word for me whenever she can, it tells me that I probably will get promoted before Sam. I feel really bad about it, but if Sam can't tolerate that, then we probably shouldn't be friends.
Fuckin' Aaron, that dork. I really hope that piercing has meaning behind it. It is different, that's for sure. If he likes it, then alright.
John's tattoo...Well, I've heard he's wanted it since forever, so that's okay.
I'm thinking of getting something like this:

for my first tattoo. My name does mean "princess" so I figured I'd get something to represent that. Obviously it wouldn't be Tinkerbell, but some princess-y looking character, but you get the idea.
Just thinkin' about it.
Erm...nothing else really.

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Jan. 12th, 2008

lately

I've had nothing to say.
Got myself forty hours a week. Straight up full time, but only until March. Then I go back to weekends, if at all. Then three summer classes, with no work, and then hopefully I'll be done with high school come fall.
Erm...
that's it, really. Stupid bitch dyed her hair blonde. No, not Michelle, I like Michelle's hair blonde. This other girl.
Looks really awful. Saw a picture of it all crimped and frizzy.
I really miss the old her.
Today is going to be Hell Day at work. D:
20% off sale. All day.
Shit, we didn't even get off until after ten last night, that's how much shit there was to prep.
GOD.
AWFUL.
But an extra hour and ten bucks on the gift card later, and I'm satisfied.

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Jan. 7th, 2008

something about today.

It's been a long time since I spilled my guts to my mom.
Today, we took the car in, and we'll be getting another.
I'll be paying off the loan myself,
so it'll be my car.
I'll also be working full time this quarter (though I've yet to tell Kate) because I'm not going to school.
So all my money will be going towards the car and monthly rent.
I need to meet with my counselor.
Michelle is gone in Pullman.
...I'm not sure how I feel about that.
After she left Marlene's the other day, Kirsten came up and hugged me.
"Please, don't ever leave," she barely whispered.
It was the first time I felt truly loved by her in a long time.
I guess I'll start taking the bus,
because no one's around to take me to work now.
....
Let's see how this all works out.

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Jan. 2nd, 2008

say goodbye to stars and stripes

This is kind of my mentality.

But I will not "resolve" to solve this.
I just really want it.
Watching T&E:ASGJ.
B'OWL WILL GET YOU.
I skipped out on the concert, and it sounds like it's a good thing. I didn't have an exceptionally good feeling about going, and a car ended up totaled, people drunk and people naked.
....not really how I would like to bring in the new years.
I'm tired right now, but I can't fall asleep.
I have yet to register for my classes,
and I don't know.
I just want to graduate. But i'm |-| that close to just getting my GED.
no, no no no no no.
DIPLOMA, SARAH. DIPLOMA.
....

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Dec. 23rd, 2007

GOGO POWER RANGERS

music: Listening to the top 90s songs // VH1

Best buy of all time.
Um...
work fails.
School fails.
VH1 just called Britney Spears a lolita. Haha, nice. Her young self that is.
Christmas is here. Almost.
Eh. :|
Not that excited.
.....nothing else.

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