38 posts tagged “cameron”
Sunday
April 19th
5:45pm
As of late, it's been pretty effin' snazzy.
I decided to go with a Brother, sewing machine-wise, but I still haven't begun learning to use it yet. I've been very busy.
I've spent a lot of time making good friends since Niki left. I'll have to introduce her to all of them WHEN SHE VISITS *AHEM*. XD
Me and Alison (friend from work who recently quit) have begun a quest to find the best Irish pub's stew, and she's very excited to have a friend who likes the Disney channel. XD We're also filming a music video for our (soon to be chart topping) song "I'm on a Goat".
Young Bryan (also from work, but hasn't quit yet XD) is my newest best friend. Hanging out with him is like being with my sister again. I really missed that sort of wild freedom. We romp through the woods, talk about what we think of... pretty much everything, and he's introducing me to the world of hippies. XD One of those hippies may in fact provide the very goat for me and Alison's video. XD!!!! Oh, and we're writing a story about foxgoose-goosefox. Details on that will unravel as the tale does, I'm sure.
My great-grandmother (91) died last week, so I spent a week in West Virginia for the funeral. All my gramma's kids were in the same room for the first time since my mom's wedding (1982). It was really cool to have them all together like that. I met a lot of family I'd never seen before. And I realized just how big my family really is. I'm one of forty-two great-grandchildren.
It was my first funeral, so I was really nervous and cried a LOT, and this 12 year old kid put suckers in the coffin.
I saw a road. It was called Road Run Road. I LOVED IT.
Cameron met a French Canadian. From Russia. He's offered him a hundred thousand dollar Jaguar and two thousand bucks a month to run this recording studio he's building in Montreal, watch his house there, something about importing alcohol in Florida, and maybe managing a hobby store. Hopefully just not all at once. XD The place isn't quite built yet, and I think Cameron's getting his erm... audio degree or whatever you call it before this happens... but it's a pretty amazing opportunity. I'm really excited for him. ^-^
The band he's managing is sounding pretty damn good on their new record (I've been going to the studio while they recorded a bit) and they're in a battle of the bands at a local festival coming up.
I'm going on a camping trip this weekend that's going to be SUCH a blast. There's like, a million concerts going on all night, tons of people will be there, and classes! Young Bryan's teaching yoga, Mike (one of the six fired from work FOR NO REASON AUGH) is teaching jujitsu, so who knows what other cool stuff'll be there? I can't wait!
Niki's online! Yay!
It's 10pm and I should probably go to sleep.
There's a chicken chalupa on the other side of the wall that's been trying to sweet-talk me for hours.
My mom won't heat the room I've been in all day, because she says she can't afford it.
Even though gramma just bought a heater that uses just ten cents worth of electricity per day when run all day.
On top of the fact that gramma is also now paying her hundreds in rent per month.
And she's been getting $25 per week from me.
I'm going to the dealership (hahaha!) with Cameron tomorrow to buy a sewing machine.
Then to his long lost (thanks to his mother) sister's house for a visit.
I really shouldn't eat that taco.
I shouldn't eat anything at all this close to bed.
It probably tastes like shit after sitting for so long anyways.
I haven't seen Niki in ages.
She never even tried to get a hold of me when she got back in town.
Actually, she never tries to get a hold of me. I always end up seeking her out.
I think my stomach wants to growl.
I ran out of healthy food. Basically.
I have two carrots and a lemon. And a chalupa. Fuck.
I'm not going to like weekdays at work without Debbie.
Fridays and Saturdays are the only time the other girls are there when I am.
I'll get so lonely.
They better hire me a friend.
I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Hopefully the taco won't catch me on my way there.
The other night, Cameron and I stopped by Barnes & Noble to check out a terrible cd that the record store didn't have (for good reason)... and while we were there I picked up a couple things from their "Irish Display".
The music is to help find some proper
lullabies for my future children. XD
It has really old songs from a wide span of the erm... isles. XD
It's very pretty.
Darby's a classic and is watched in my house every Saint Patrick's Day. We have it on VHS, so I bought a DVD for both my mother and myself.
Her birthday's the day after.
10pm
Cameron's parents are going to a doctor's appointment tomorrow around 8am, so he says that he can't take me to work because they need the car. Even though there are two vehicles. Three if you count Geepie, which it's too cold to put new headlights in tonight. That's a load of rubbish. He just doesn't want them to see that he's taking me.
This is fucking ridiculous. I don't want to walk 45min through a scary city in the dark and cold.
And I don't want to get up at the crack of the middle of the night and spend an hour and a half wandering around Giant Beagle waiting for my second bus to start running, before standing in the cold for a half hour at the stop.
And I certainly don't want to miss another day of work because of this nonsense. Six people have already been fired, and they weren't even fired for REASONS.
Now he's calling me. Oh, for heaven's sake.
Tuesday
February 17th
9:30pm
I'M BACK! And better than ever. >;D
A pathway through my grandma's wall of boxes has FINALLY been cleared enough for me to get to the computer. 'Bout time, eh? I've been working my little pat00tie off earning moneys and watching a million people get fired. And my kuzn/besty flew away. And my fish died. But my kuzn's flying back next week ALIVE and my fishy lived a long, fulfilling life, so all is right with the world.
Best of all, I've decided to never go to Cameron's house again because of his mother's most recent bitchnonsense. I haven't been there in a few weeks and it's seriously improved my mental health. AND my relationship. I actually enjoy the time I spend with Cameron now. It's wonderful.
HOWEVER. What's not wonderful is the fact that gramma's in Florida, and the busses don't run early enough to take me to work. And I forgot AGAIN to call the other busses for a ride and now it's too late, so I have to beg Cameron to take me to work the next two days. Which he might not be tooo upset about because we had a very good day today. >;D But no, he's been so sweet about helping me. I hate having the busses pick me up from my house, because all these really creepy people on there see EXACTLY where I live. NOT. FUN.
Speaking of creepy people. There's like. 3,215,632,672,643 of them buying juice from me daily. And they're all male. If you catch my drift. Which I think you do. This one guy gave me a MIX CD. WHAT?! NO! GET YOUR REPTILIAN RUSSIAN UNIBROW AWAY FROM ME, THANK YOU! And Creepy Joe gives me a five dollar tip every Saturday, and winks and makes kissy faces at all of us poor girls.
Pas terrible.
Georgia Nicolson's two most recent books of confessioniness are now in my noggin. And bookshelf.
I'm dying to get my hands on the VERY LAST ONE EVER. And the movie. Which was never released in US theaters for some ready-to-make-me-murder-people reason.
Wonder what number she'll get up to before the series ends.
Oo-er.
Sent my mom home when she and Cameron both came to pick me up after work. SO MAD SHE WAS!
I got free yoga tickets from work, but the roads were too crappy for us to make it there in time. We went to Denny's instead and I bought Cameron dinner. Cheeseburger date! ^-^
Lum show, pretty snow, back rub, snuggles.
At Niki's
Saturday
November 22nd
10:12am
Shit, son. It's been like a month. PLISS. LET MEH ECKSPLAYN. So, my gramma moved in and seems to have brought the Great Wall of China with her. Sadly, she sat it right in front of my computer, so I can only journal when I'm at Niki's and she's in the shower. XD Anyway, to update the world, Halloween was totally amazing, I'm definitely going to find out what the health food store has to offer (jobwise) and switch if it's good. The deli life is simply not my cup of meat. But that's old news. For people who I've already told, at least. XD Cameron's decided he wants to be famous, so he's not holding in his talents so much anymore and is becoming much more brave about expressing it. It inspires me to do the same. The snow is here. Thanksgiving's going to be broken up because my mom's antisocial and my gramma's boxes have taken over the world. I had a weird dream Thursday night that I was sad and giving Squirrelaroo a hug. Friday I found out he was fired, so I decided I'm a totally awesome psychic.
Me and Niknik are having our usual blasty. We roasted a fresh young chicken last night with fresh rosemary, little red potatoes, and golden delicous apple. IT WAS SOOO GOOD! Then we had gelato. ^-^ Anne and I are going to BT(white boy from the kitchen)'s rap concert next Friday night. It should be fun. XD
Happy Thanksgiving!
At Niki's
Thursday, October 23rd
Just past noon
Worst closing line EVER. What the hell was I thinking? I completely forgot the last like, minute of my song (which is pretty sad considering it's not even three minutes long) and just stopped before going,"What are the words...?" which did get some laughs. But then, when I started again I only got out about three lines before forgetting what came next again. So I just said,"I think I'll stop there. Thanks for tolerating that." Then I laughed awkwardly and got off the stage. People did cheer, but I don't know if it was because they liked what I COULD manage to remember of my song, because they felt bad for me, or because they were glad I was off the stage. XD When I went up to the counter to get some more cider for me and Knickers (which they were OUT of and I didn't even get to try. Terrible.), Frank, the announcer guy said I was good but just needed to not be so nervous.
But it was really awkward. First of all, my song was sort of depressing. XD And that's not good considering the fact that I was following a song that went "One, two three! The kids love the monkey and four, five, six! The monkey's got a hockey stick. Seven eight nine! Havin' a good time, yeaaah..." (Favorite song of the night for me, by the way. XD) But I was also the only girl who went up there. And the only person who didn't have an instrument playing in the background. And the only person who had everyone go completely silent and just STARE the entire time I sang. All of that added to the pressure. And some douches were mocking me and started singing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". I'd like to see their sorry asses get up on stage and perform something they wrote a week ago a capella perfectly. Fuck off, wankers. I sounded damn good.
Anne couldn't come because of her daughter, but Danielle and David from work (who also both happened to be in my graduating class) just happened to be there. Danielle will probably be all like,"What HAPPENED up there?" tomorrow. Oy. LOL And me and Niki ran into John (from the kitchen) on the trolly and told him about it, but he didn't show up either. God. Fucking monkey song. I should have gone up after "BLESS MYYYOIL!" (dedicated to Bush) but then Cameron would have missed my performance. XD Cameron did his synthy thing and it was a hit. The crowd loved the cowbell. XD And he spent like ten minutes fucking around. LOL Doing music trivia and playing video game themes and stuff. It was hilarious. I filmed it all. XD
Also. We went to the health food store and got FREE BANANAS. And cranberry treat sticks! AND I GOT AMAZING RAW ORGANIC CHEDDAR (Jack Style). And I love Lil' Kookz. ^n.n^ AND CINDY SAID I CAN HAVE HALLOWEEN AND THE NEXT DAY OFF! PARTY, HERE I COME! AND CINDY'S GOING ON VACATION THIS WEEK! *LEAPS WITH JOY* Meaning I'll be training the new person we get this week. XD Well. Me and everyone else. LOL
As I'm sure you've noticed. Hopefully my fall themed text colors will help make up for that. I work, I see my friends, and I sleep... and I do all the shit my mom needs in order to move grandma in NEXT WEEK? That's insanely soon. And gramma's in Florida, so my mom's doing everything. Deciding what goes where, packing, moving things. Oy. But anyway, WEDNESDAY. I'm singing an original song at the nifty little cafe's open mic night (after some Niki peep hangin' all around the world and the health food store). And Cameron's thinking about singing a combination of two eighties songs he's strung together nicely. And Niki will be there (for it is our peephangland) and also possibly Anne! I told her about it, and she's been to that cafe before, so I said she should come! 'Cause she gets off at seven that night, and Cameron doesn't get off until eight. Plenty of time. So, after the performance and some big giant peep hangin', Cameron's gonna drop me and Niki off at her house where the peep hangin' shall continue on into the wee hours of the night. XD
Also. Prom. We've decided to have a deli prom at work. (Island themed.) XD Only those who belong to the deli (and their dates) are allowed to come. The list of couples, as of yet, is as follows:
Me - Dolphin
Anne - Hot Capicolla (Spiral Ham dumped her)
Chelse - Possibly Leona Bologna, still undecided, but definitely is the DJ.
Jenn - Eye of Round
John (from the kitchen) - Broccoli Delight
Jerry (from the seafood department, who we haven't even told about prom yet XD) - NOT the rainbow trout because it's not a deli member and, therefore, cannot get him in. Most likely the Eggplant Wrapped Tillapia. (We decided he can't handle the Orange Roughie.)
We're waiting until there's a night when EVERYONE who knows about it is closing. We may write Cindy a note asking for her to schedule us all to close on the same night one night, but we haven't thought of a reason to give her for it yet. XD Most importantly, though, I need to write her a note to remind her that I wrote her a note requesting Halloween and the next day off (next Friday and Saturday) tomorrow so she doesn't accidentally forget when she goes to make next week's schedule on Thursday. The Halloween party's gonna be amazing. I'm still not sure of everything I'm wearing. Will we be inside or outside most of the time? I guess the weather will be similar to at the Memorial Day party. It was really chilly.
I'm bringing a pumpkin. I'll probably carve it at my house first so it's not so heavy. XD
Friday, September 26th
10:39pm
This was my first day off since LAST Friday. If I wasn't off tomorrow too I'd murder Cindy.
I apologize for being a little out of it right now. After all of my healthy eating recently, the sugar, salt, and chemicals I loaded up on today are making me a bit loopy... since my body's not used to them anymore.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if this or that happened to be different.
If I'd never gone through hell with Chelsea, would I still trust people?
Or have ever become such a good poet?
If I hadn't tried to use Bridget as a stairway to popularity in seventh grade and seen into "their" world, how long would I have wanted to be friends with the popular girls before realizing what they were really like?
If I wasn't shy growing up, would I be a partying slut?
Would that be as fun as it looks... if it wasn't so empty?
Do I just wonder about that because I feel like I was deprived of the whole "dating" part of life, like I just... picked a husband?
As glad as I am to have been handed the most beautiful flower, I feel like I missed my chance to walk through the field.
If I'd met Cameron before I quit being shallow, would I have even given him the time of day?
If I'd never met him, how much longer would I have survived alone?
If I lost him, what would become of me?
What would I be like if I'd had a father?
Or if I'd never met the sad creature that claims to be mine?
Or if I didn't spend my whole life wishing I had something... money to get what I need, people to be close to who care, something to make me feel like my time here is worth anything.
Will I ever feel secure enough to risk having children?
Will I ever look at sex as not being a terrifying risk?
Will I ever stop having pimples?
Who's driving me to work on Sunday?
If slicing meat is how I earn my living, what is my life?
The two days a week I spend typing journals and waiting for Cameron to fit me into his schedule?
I need a car.
Ugh.
I played my clarinet today.
It was the first time in five years.
I showed my mom the biggest spider I've ever seen in my yard today.
She killed it.
