5 posts tagged “phone”
So, yesterday after work I went over to Aunt Donna's for a visit, which was freaking awesome. Devin and I went for a long walk, hung out down at the lake, practiced a few magickal things, talked forever, listened to music, and then had a garage party with Aunt Donna and taught her some bellydance. I ended up finally crashing on the couch somewhere around 5am.
I woke up around 1pm and got some breakfast. Then my phone rang. It was Bryan. He got a call last night. His grandfather had a heart attack. So he rushed off to the hospital and was there until morning. When he came home this morning he realized that in his rush to the hospital he left the door unlocked. The place was trashed. My new camera and Bryan's laptop were gone, and everything was thrown around. They tore down a bunch of curtains, and my decorative fan off the wall, threw all the dresser drawers around the room and emptied the bathroom cupboard into the sink, plucked all of my skirts off the hangers, and squirted green paint on a part of the Psychedellic Jesus painting that didn't even mess it up at all. They must have been strung out on something to do such bizarre things. My sewing desk was completely untouched, aside from the little fan above it.
I bought a little acer laptop today, and I'm gonna just get a cheap camera with video to replace my nice one for now. I can't afford to spend a ton while I'm saving for a car. We're gonna ask the neighbors if they saw anything, and maybe check a few pawn shops in the next couple days just in case. Bryan's grandfather's in a coma. I'm trying to ignore the robbery a bit. They're just material things that are replacable. Perhaps whoever took them needed them more than me.
Or they were just fucking crazy.
At Niki's
Tuesday
January 13th, 2009
2pm
Happy New Year.
Everything is constantly changing. I got a new job in the health food store I love so much, working in the juice bar. I miss my deli buddies, but my new job is so much better and I'm making good friends. Too bad they'll all eventually quit and/or move to California. Christmas was full of Hello Kitty. Cameron's becoming a voice actor and plans to get a house with a couple of his friends after this semester. I'm not ready to move in with him yet, but I'm still not sure what my plans for moving out are. I'm still saving for my degree and need a car/license before I feel comfortable moving out. Niki's back to obsessing over guys and forgetting the rest of the world exists. Who's the real Hachi in this friendship? I miss her. Even though we're in the same room.
She's getting on a plane (or two) by herself to go half way across the country to see this guy. But she's scared to take the bus 15 minutes down the street by herself.
I got a Nintendo DS (and Pokemon Mystery Dungeon / Hello Kitty PDA software) and DDR for my PS2.
I just bought an Aquasana shower filter to celebrate my first paycheck from my new job.
Cameron said his parents are thinking about giving or letting me borrow their laptop that they don't really need anymore to use for school. They think I'm just taking online classes from the local community college I went to for a semester and a half (ish), and don't know about the grandma-box situation. If they decide not to, I'm going to get a credit card and start building up good credit by buying a laptop (that I can afford to pay off right away). Hopefully I'll be back online soon.
My mom's getting off work now. Cameron didn't answer his phone, so I think he's in a class. I really need to see him.
I'm not taking the bus because apparently there's a rapist/theif with a gun on the loose (local enough for concern). I guess I'll end up leaving with my mom while Niki's still asleep.
I told Niki last night how I was upset about her ignoring me to talk to Brett the last three times I've come over. I tried all evening to get her to pay attention to me, but she was more interested in talking to him. Even though it's all she does, and she only sees me once a week (or less). I told her I don't care if she wants to talk to him, but that she shouldn't tell me she's going to hang out with me if she's just going to ignore me.
I finally got her to shut off the computer and watch the Nana anime with me, but I could tell she didn't want to and just felt bad about upsetting me. After the first episode ended she went in the bathroom and didn't come out for at least a half hour. I cleaned up the kitchen and got ready for bed. I wasn't enjoying forcing her to hang out with me, so I rolled over like fifteen minutes after she came back. I heard her get on the phone with Brett. I shut off the tv.
I don't know why I bother.
Thirteen days until I turn twenty.
I think I'll build a snowman when I get home.
Then I'll move it faster, faster, faster, faster.
Wednesday, September 10th
Noonish
Only two days off this week. Today and Friday. I fucking NEED a day off after closing with Cindy last night. She makes us do twice as much as anyone else makes us, and every time she walks past me, she goes,"Faster, faster, faster, faster!" SHUT. UP! MY ARMS WILL NOT MOVE FASTER THAN THIS WITHOUT FLYING OFF OF MY BODY. GO. AWAAAAY.
The store was closed. The customers were all gone. The EMPLOYEES were all gone. Except for me, Justin, and Cindy. Yet, for some reason, it is inappropriate to talk while I'm cleaning the glass on the meat display case.
I was already pissed at her for being such an annoying bitch, and for having to clean ALL THREE slicers that night because there were only two of us closing the deli (Cindy had to close up the seafood department because the guy who was supposed to got hurt in culinary school today). But. Even though I'd been working my ass off and putting up with her shit for the past nine hours (THAT'S RIGHT KIDS, NINE FUCKING HOURS OF CINDY) I wasn't allowed to make idle conversation to take my mind off of murdering her in the face. FINE. I'LL JUST GO FASTERFASTERFASTERFASTER. MY RAGE FUELS MY ARM. AND MY MURDEROUS PLOT. ENJOY.
"Nooo taaaalkING! You need to be working!"
"We can do both at the same time! (forced happy tone)"
"No you can't! If you're looking up at him you're not looking at what you're cleaning."
What?! I didn't even know where the fuck he was at. I just responded to a voice from beyond the counter. SHUT. UP. CINDY. THIS IS NOT STUDY HALL. I HATE YOU.
"I wasn't looking up at him."
"*hushedgrumble*"
And as if that were not enough, they had to shut the power off because they're doing something to the freezers or something. I don't know. But, Cindy had us rush over to the machine to punch out, BUT IT WAS TOO LATE. WOW. SO, A FUCKING HALF HOUR AFTER WE'RE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE IS TOO LATE. IMAGINE THAT. So, she had us go fasterfasterfasterfaster back to the deli, and I was THOROUGHLY PISSED, rushing round like a fucking maniac, and slipped on the floor (I didn't know Justin had just mopped. I was too consumed by my attempt to burn a hole through the glass I was cleaning with my fasterfasterfaster arm.) and landed flat on my ass (and killed myself). It was a classic Charlie Brown football kick fall, without so many flips.
She was acting all fucking concerned. Concerned that I might report her ass and jeopardize her fucking JOB maybe. It's her WHOLE FUCKING LIFE. She is the ONLY person I've met there who talks about nothing but work. Justin told me she has kids! SHE HAS NEVER MENTIONED HAVING CHILDREN, A HUSBAND, A PET, A FRIEND, A THOUGHT, OR ANYTHING BUT MEAT AND CHEESE. DIE ALREADY!
Me and Justin had a very serious discussion about this (while she was at her 2 o'clock meeting and the employees were allowed to speak) and decided that no one would fuck that. The kids are either a lie, adopted, or were artificially inseminated. No one would even rape her. She'd be talking about stock levels. Who gets off on that?
Anyway, when we FINALLY got out of there (9 fucking 15 pm), I was on the bench in front of the store trying to release all of the day's frustration by crying and ranting to Cameron on the phone, when Cindy comes around the fucking corner and starts talking to me! "Are you okay? How long until your ride gets here? Do you want me to wait with you?' WTF?! NO! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!! IT'S HARD TO BITCH ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU'RE A FOOT AWAY. IT'S YOUR FUCKING FAULT I'M ENRAGED AND HAVE A THROBBING ASS-BRUISE RIGHT NOW. DON'T TRY TO MAKE YOURSELF FEEL LESS GUILTY BY PRETENDING TO CARE. YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT GETTING IN TROUBLE FOR HARASSING AND CAUSING INJURY TO CUTE HAPPY NEW EMPLOYEES THAT THE MANAGER ABOVE YOU LIKES. YEAH. MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TOLD HIM WHAT A GREAT JOB I WAS DOING SO FAR. MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOURSELF INSTEAD. HAVE A GOOD EVENING. I HOPE YOUR CHILDREN KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. YOU KNOW THEY WANT TO.
6:13pm
I'm really stressed about this. I have been for a while. Morgan is my boyfriend's sister, the sister he's closest to out of all four of them. She's a doctor, and she lives out of state. She's getting married in October, and for SOME reason, their mom seems to think that I'm not going to be attending the ceremony. Cameron talked to Morgan about it and she said that she was sending two separate invitations: one for their parents, and one for the two of us. Before the invitations got here, their mom even went so far as to ask me if I could take care of the dogs while they were out of town for the wedding. I tried to brush it off by saying I didn't know if I'd be able to take off work then or not, seeing as I don't even know where I'll be working yet.
Well. There's a bit of a problem. The invitations came, but my name is nowhere in sight. And I don't know how easy it will be to convince their mom that "Guest" can only possibly mean "Jen". So, unless Morgan calls her up and specifically says,"Mom, I want you to bring Jen to the wedding," there's no way in hell I can go.
You have no idea how badly I want to be there. Morgan is so cool. I really hate that I haven't gotten a chance to get to know her better. I really only got to see her like, five to seven times total. She lived an hour or so away while she was in medical school, and she would come home about every other weekend. But, when she came home it was strict family bonding time, so I wasn't allowed over. Plus, it was the first year me and Cameron were dating, so his mom was doing everything she could to keep me away from him. But yeah, she was at the house a few times when me and Cameron were hanging out, and we went to a car show and out to Subway afterwards once. But after she graduated, she moved really far away for her job (a few times, actually), and I haven't seen her since.
The way Cameron talks about her, it's like he worships her. They were best friends untill she moved away. Dealing with war victims has taken a lot out of her, changed her. But the stories he tells me about when they were younger make me wish I could have been there too. They'd play all sorts of silly little games. Mostly involving heavy swearing and throwing things at each other. Almost like they'd mock the stereotype of how brothers and sisters should behave.
I was actually really jealous of her when she still lived nearby. I wanted to be able to see him when she was there, instead of going weeks out of the summer without so much as a three minute phone call. I wanted to be the one his mother encouraged to spend time with him, rather than slamming her door in my face. I wanted to have known Cameron when he was a child. I wanted to be able to have those silly faggot-filled name calling competitions. I wanted to be as close to someone as they were. I wanted him to love me as much as he loved her.
But things are different now. They're not quite as close. I'm not quite as insecure. I'm stronger, and respect her rather than envy her. Now, I just wish we could have been friends. Maybe someday we still can.
I know she likes to bake.
I want to see her get married.
Tuesday, June 19th
2am
Currently $265.00 on ebay.
One of two (or possibly three) types of Hello Kitty cell phones that work in the U.S.
Works with AT&T, Cingular, and T-Mobile.
PDA.
Slidey coolness.
Camera.
Sim card.
Mp3 player.
Tons of kick-ass accessories.
I have no choice...
I WILL own this.
