8 posts tagged “pizza”
Beef & Cheese
Steak
Grill
Steak Knife
Barbeque Sauce
Tobasco Sauce
A-1
Beer
Meat
Burger
Brats (braaahhhhts)
Chili
Beans
Chili Cheese (whether it be on a hotdog or a burrito it is manly)
Jerky
Ketchup
Chops/Porkchops
Bacon
Fried
NOT SKILLET UNLESS USED IN SUCH A PHRASE AS THIS: This is my skillet where my WIFE fries things, and then I HIT her with it!
Nachos
Pizza ... Speaking of which, we're about to go get some. (Is that what she said?)
Tuesday
March 10th
8:22pm
My best friend at work, Debbie, has decided that Thursday will be her last day on the job. The owner's an egotistical wopzilla who hates people he can't piss off, and therefore terrorizes the world trying to single those people out. Debbie's not one of those people, so she... uh... got pissed off enough to quit. I'm really gonna miss her. She was the only person there who I really felt I could talk to, especially about work-related problems. Hopefully I'll still get to see her sometimes. Her sister is a manager at a pizza place 10min from her house, whereas our current workplace is nearly an hour's drive for her. She'll be going there and managing three days a week.
I was hired in mid-December. Since then, six people have been fired, and now we're losing Debbie. I'm still the newest person there, and one of VERY few people trained in the juice bar. I really hope they decide to hire another person, because I've lately been doing the work of two people... and would prefer that the number not inflate. It's becoming more and more like the deli every day. But I can't quit here.
At least not yet. I want to have at least six months here for my future applications since my last job I only lasted three months at before quitting.
And I like my employee discount.
A lot.
I also want to kill my mother.
All she does is make me cry.
I have to move out. Soon.
Fuck her. She's not getting any more of my money.
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TEACH ME TO DRIVE SO I CAN GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE?!
So, after a bit of studying, I may get to be the person at work who recommends fancy cheeses to people. Because I luffs cheese. I've been working my ass off all week, so it's pretty sore. XD Really just my legs and upper back. And my feet. And my lower back. ... Okay, pretty much everywhere. I worked Friday, yesterday, and today. Nine hours each day. An hour lunch and two fifteen minute breaks were the only time I got to sit.
Also, this weekend was the garage sale, so I spent most of my non-working time heaving boxes and sorting through crap. And I spent Friday night at Niki's, brought her a tiny nom to cheer her up from her boyfriend moving (though he was THERE for a visit already. XD) and we watched the NANA movie! So great. And had chicken sammiches of JOY.
Yesterday, I finished bringing in everything from the garage sale that we didn't sell (or give to charity afterwards) home, I went to go take a shower because I'd been working all day before that and just felt gross. So, my mom stops me and says I have a package. IT WAS WEN. OH. MY. GOD. My hair has NEVER been so soft in my life. And I also used it as a body wash AND facial cleanser (added salt to make it a scrub for those two). I felt (and smelled) soooo clean and I'm so soft. But not a greasy, overmoisturized soft. A perfect moisture balance I've never experienced. I'm so happy. I'll never have to buy another bath product again.
Anyway, after my AMAZING shower, I scarfed down two slices of pizza, and Cameron took me to see Mamma Mia! XD It was SO fucking hilarious. I loved it. We sang along. XD Everyoned did. LOL Who can resist singing "Dancing Queen" at ALL? I mean, come on. XD
So then, today I thoooought Cameron was getting off work at six. He said he'd take me home from work today, but I got off at four and needed to kill time until he got off. I went to this fancy little ice cream place near work and got a sundae shaped like a puppy, which was INCREDIBLE. And I still had over an hour, so I decided to start walking towards his work, so he wouldn't have to go out of his way as much to pick me up.
Well. It turns out, he actually got off work at five. And he was out looking for me, and calling me, but my phone had no signal where I was walking so it never rang. It was about 5:45, and I was almost at his work when my phone finally rang, and he was FREAKING OUT because he couldn't find me, and had already gone home. He went in my work and searched the place for me. Oy. But yeah. Since he had gone home, I just called my mom and she gave me a ride home. Crazy fucking situation.
I had a cherry danish.
And decaf black-vanilla organic tea.
Not at the same time.
But I still loved them.
Tuesday, August 19th
3:33am
On Saturday I went to a party. Aunt Donna ordered two pepperoni pizzas and a bucket of mild wings. Cameron taught everyone to play "Bud" and made a keytar out of Niki's keyboard and Christian's Guitar Hero... guitar handle thing. I danced until 8am with Aunt Donna while she told me about how fucked up she was, and was amazed (about ten times) at how we're both first sopranos. Chris, Devin, and Nick headbanged like the whole time. Christian went to bed before like 3am. Niki made tacos forever. Brandon passed out inside the house and was curled in a ball and laughing hysterically. He was the only one in the room. Everyone took pictures. Aunt Donna nearly fell in the fire, but was caught by Uncle Ray (while sticking her arm out and shouting,"Save my beer!" Devin threw up Chinese food and made sure everyone knew that it was because of how drunk he was. He also gave me a pretty stone (tiger's eye). I fell asleep on a really cool Tempurpedic imitation thing on the floor around 8:30am and woke up around 3pm.
I like parties.
Sunday, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean for the first time (yes, the first time). Aunt Donna ordered two pepperoni pizzas and a bucket of mild wings. Again. I cleaned up Aunt Donna's yard and made an art project out of the bottles. Me, Devin, and Chris played with bamboo. Devin smiled into a bucket of chicken. Aunt Sandy gave me a ride home, I took a shower, and slept like a rock.
Today, I played a bit of SyrupTales, found a really fascinating (and sad) journal that's quite nearly a novel, and "played legos" with Cameron. We did actually play with pink legos, that's just not ALL we did. *wink wink* We are so talented. I love us. Mostly him. XD And he drove me to the store to get green smoothie supplies, and they were OOOOUT, so I had to get romaine. I got an orange to try to make up for my lack-of-spinach sadness. And I got Cameron to eat blueberries and he liked them! ^-^ Well. The big, sweet ones at least. But it's a start! I nearly cried with joy! BLUBURRIES!
My mom came out here a half hour ago, all sleepy and looking utterly confused.
"What are you doing? Go to bed."
I think I shall.
Friday
1:30pm
While it is a day meant to celebrate our "freedom" from a much better country, I must try to remind myself that I should be happy about it, because if my ancestors had not come to this land and "mingled" with the natives, I would not be here to type this. Shame they won the war though, eh? Thanks anyway, guys.
Sorry it's been so long. First I spend like an entire week at Niki's, and was simply having too much fun (AND WALKING TOO MUCH. HOLY SHIT.) to type. Then after I got back home, my mom decided I don't do enough chores to deserve internet access. Fine, mother. I won't use the computer. But don't come complaining to me when you're sad because you pay all this money out every month for absolutely no reason.
Anyway, I managed to get it back two days ago (after spending the entire day pulling weeds and mowing the lawn) but I just couldn't be bothered to type until now.
So, during my week at Niki's (more or less) I experienced many things. There was walking. And some more walking. Lots of penises and drunk girls. (Aunt Sandy's bachelorette party.) Dancing ALL night (ending around 6am when I went for a walk). Getting invited to an Autumnal Equinox bonfire at my aunt's. A metric shit-ton of Pokemon. Pizza. Crisis. Parents sucking at being parents. Rain. Sun. Waiting four hours for Wendy's to open and then deciding not to take Devin's money. Sitting awkwardly while Devin and Chris ate. Walking. Getting invited to the bridal shower at 10pm. Tv shows about fat people. Being Aunt Sandy's "amateur nutritionist" until the wedding. About six more shit-tons of pokemon. Spending ten years trying to get a ride to the store. Flat tire. Walking in the rain. At night. Imagining being pulled over for weaving on the sidewalk. Hiding my cards for fear of them being stolen. Along with everything else I brought over. The Espeon-Charmeleon incident. Niki, the fairest bitch of them all. XD Amazing water from Iceland. Strawberries. Blueberries. Making the best blueberry pancakes ever with Niki. Poo that looked like charcoal from eating so many blueberries... and that's probably a good place to stop.
I felt a bit slow for not realizing it earlier, but I've figured out what I want to do with my life... as far as a first career goes. I'm going to be a nutritionist. I've been interested in how food affects the body since like sixth grade when my mom took interest in Somersizing (Suzanne Somers' weight loss eating plan), and over the last year or so I've become completely obsessed with natural health. And people are always asking me, you know, "Is this healthy? What about this?" And I'm always trying to push my views about food on other people, so what better job would the be for me than telling people what to eat?! XD!!! I just can't believe it took me so long to figure out. It wasn't until I started planning stuff with Aunt Sandy that it really clicked.
The problem was, though, that my college didn't have a program for that. So, I started researching and in just a few hours I found my dream school. It's an online school, so I wont have a schedule to work around when I try to get a job (SOON). It's almost the same price as Land O'Lakes. EVERY class is directly related to the career. There are no pointless unrelated requirements. You can work at your own pace, so as long as I can afford it, I can finish up faster. Anyway, it's called Clayton College of Natural Health. It's accredited by a credible-looking source, though the accreditor is not on the U.S. Department of Education's list. That doesn't mean that the material and degrees are not legitimate, though. It ony means that graduates of the college won't be able to participate in certain federally sponsored events that require the title (Ph.D., etc.) they earned there. I looked through the list and there isn't even an accreditor there that's for nutrition in any way shape or form. Fuck you, Department of Education. You and your love o'drugs. I may become an herbalist too.
I also met a lovely dragonfly when I was weeding the front flowerbed. I really wish I'd never sat on my camera. I still can't afford to get a new one yet. I don't even know if I'll be able to afford my books for school. My mom offered to help me with my books a few weeks back if I couldn't afford it. I may have to use the $150 that Cameron gave me for graduation to use for an emergency. The tuition is quite literally all of my savings. I'll have thirty-five dollars left. So now I can't even get a laptop yet. Gimme dat jarb.
I've started doing yoga again. I've finally managed to get myself on a... not quite NORMAL, but rather, an EARLIER sleeping schedule. I've been waking up in time to do this yoga program that's on at 6am on the Oxygen network, called Inhale. I discovered it after staying up all night watching infomercials one new years eve (or rather, day) a few years back. I would stop for different reasons. Either I'd have to go to school half way through, or they would replace it for a while with Xena, or I just couldn't bother to get up that early, etc., etc. For the last year though, my main reason was that my wrist has grown this big crazy bump, and it would hurt when I did poses that require you to put your hands on the floor put weight on them. But, I'm managing to do it without much discomfort, and I'm convinced that it's going to go away. I thought so for a long time, just because it would fluctuate in size, sometimes shrinking. But when Niki's mom mentioned yoga when we were talking about stress last week, I showed her and she said she had the exact same thing and it went away (after some years, but still).
Also, I walked to the library last week (which took about an hour) and picked up a couple books.
Thursday, May 15th
6:30pm
My mother is driving me out of my fucking mind. She decided to come out here and start going through things, deciding what to sell. The problem is, most of what she's going through is MINE. WHAT THE HELL?! We just had an argument about this 101 Dalmatian bed spread that I used until like sixth grade. Apparently, since she bought it for me, that makes it hers. EXCUSE ME?! Now she's selling my fucking things that I would rather use than what's on my bed now, and I can't do a damn thing about it?! I need to move before she has her fucking garage sale. And I'm taking MY PS2 when I go. I could kill her. I am so unbelievably pissed. There is NO way that I'm going to let her do this. I'm going to go through what she THINKS she's selling and take out the shit that I want to keep, or can get more than a fucking quarter for online. She has no fucking right to do this!!!
AUGH!!!!!
And she's doing this right fucking behind me, so I can't even see what I'm typing, and she's thawing out disgusting patties of cheap ground up cow that I'd rather starve than eat. OH GREAT NOW SHE'S PUTTING IT IN THE MICROWAVE. Now my body won't even recognize it as food. There's no way I'm sitting with her for dinner. She can just choke on her nasty, poor excuse for food. I'm having vegetables. I already feel sick from the gratuitous amounts of pizza and cake I had to eat last night. SHE DOESN'T GIVE ME A CHOICE! Eat shit, or get bitched at and eat nothing. I want to cry. While beating the living shit out of heer obese, ignorant face! Every thing that she moves behind me fills me with the utmost rage. I know what she's doing. I can hear it. And SHE HAS NO RIGHT TO DO IT. AT ALL. And I have nowhere to escape to!
Cameron's busy with his controlling bitch, and there's no one else willing to spend time with me who can drive. I'm about one shout away from stealing her car and illegally driving into a fucking pole. In a way that will destroy that piece of shit Saturn but not hurt me. Because she doesn't deserve that sort of satisfaction. Better yet, I'll illegally drive it into Cameron's bitch (she is NOT a mother. Just a fucking bitch.), then the pole. GOD. I HATE HER. I FUCKING HATE HER!!!!! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS SHIT?!?!? I EVEN DID HER FUCKING DISHES AND CLEANED THE BATHROOM TODAY. AND THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR IT.
Last time I do a fucking thing for her. She can just eat her fucking beef and wallow in her own sick self pity until she starts to decompose. I'm fucking through with it.
Sunday, March 16
6:30pm
VERY productive weekend. ^-^
On Friday morning, Cameron and I went over to detail Mike whatshisname's wife's Cadillac, which was loads of fun, seeing as I hadn't detailed a car in MONTHS. It was really, really cold, though. But that's what I get for assuming that a heated garage will be warmer than it is outside and not wearing more layers. But yes, FluffnBuff, Day one was a complete success! We got a hundred dollars and split it evenly.
Needless to say, I bought a few things (I'll cross things off on my list accordingly):
- Burt's Bees Citrus Facial Scrub
- Burt's Bees Volumizing Pomegranate Shampoo (smells EXACTLY like cantaloupe. Don't question it, INDULGE.)
- A packet of stevia seeds so I can grow some myself (SO excited about finding that completely by chance!)
- Peppermint tea (which is steeping now. YES!!!)
- Soba noodles (organic buckwheat. I smell a peep hang feast.)
Technically, Cameron bought the last two, but I gave him a dollar for them. Really, though, I still owe him a bit of change. Anyway, I still have thirty bucks left, and we may even have another (75 dollar) job for next weekend. Same customer, different car. We'll be cleaning it up for him if he hasn't already sold it by then. Trailblazer.
Ahhhh. My tea is simply divine. I had two cups last night at Cameron's, but I was using this fancy brewing machine thing that belongs to his parents, so I didn't want to mess with the temperature. Anyway, this is much stronger than last night (because I boiled the water properly), which is making me sooo happy. I need to try some that is just spearmint. I've had a spearmint/peppermint blend, and just peppermint. I liked the first best, but this is still really good. GOOD FOH DIGESTION. And I want to get some that's whole leaves, rather than ground to a near-powder.
In... oh, what was the place? Started with an "M" and it was somewhere in the MOROCCO! That was it. In Morocco they take the fresh leaves (I think spearmint, but I'm not certain) and brew them, and sweeten it like crazy. It's supposed to taste like chewing gum. I really need more window sills.
So, Cameron and I went to the awesome local record shop yesterday, and it was SO much fun. He got his first brand new record (he's got a few that are certified pre-owned) which was by Yazoo. Not Yaz, as they're called in JUST the U.S. (which is now the name of a birth control pill, of all things) because this record was imported from England. You could tell because there was a sticker on it saying "Made in England".
He also found a live Steely Dan cd he's been searching for for AGES that's really cool and has varied versions of a ton of my favorite songs of theirs. We bought a DiGiorno like the one we had last weekend (as his house has nothing but his parents' diet food), and listened to that. It was so great. Then we set up his record player downstairs (it was in his room before) with these HUGE speakers, HUGE as in HUGE, meaning the size of a large child from the seventies. The speakers were from the seventies I mean, not large children. But you never know.
It sounded incredible! We just sort of stared at each other grinning when it started to play, then danced around forever. It makes me want to get a record player of my own, but then I remember that he'll share his with me when we're married. He already even lets me push the start button. ^-^ And dust it. And for "Only You" which I'm assuming is the name of the song, he was being all sweet and lovey, and it made me so happy I cried. He was just like, "It's okay, I'm not moving further away," in a sweet, silly little voice. God, I love him. He makes me melt.
God that record was glossy. I wanted to lick it, it was so glossy. But I didn't. For obvious reasons. Mainly concerning that it has no way of showing me its consent.
I have thirty dollars.
Next weekend is me and Cameron's third anniversary.
I'm making secret plans in my head. But I can't mention them here, as he reads this rather regularly.
I'm going a bit nutty because our anniversary is also on Easter, so I'll have to try to spend either Friday or Saturday with him. It depends on whether or not we're working, and on which day. And what his stupid parents want. I don't think his family even does anything on Easter, besides not let him see me. Gramma really wants him to come to dinner at her house. She can be so sweet. She wants him over every holiday, though. Mostly because she knows his family is crap at it and wants him to feel loved. XD
Update on the St. Patrick's Day front! Gramma is taking us out (us meaning me and my mother, bluuuuh) to dinner! Again, for her birthday. It was originally planned for Tuesday, making for a very dull day of Irish Joy (which is Great), BUT then we remembered that my mother scheduled my dentist appointment for Tuesday. I have to have sealant removed and replaced because there's a chip in it. It's just a coating of hard stuff they put over the grooves in your back teeth to help prevent cavities. But we're not sure how long I'll have to wait to eat afterwards, so tomorrow WE FEAST!
My mom actually made a half-decent meal for when gramma came over today. She made a roasted chicken in the oven, which was incredible. I can't even imagine how good it would have been if it had had any seasoning at all. Then there was stuffing from a box, actual potatoes that she mashed (with crap margarine and milk, OF COURSE), frozen corn, and weird lumpy gravy. If she had replaced a couple things with vegetables and maybe a bit of a hearty bread, that would have been an excellent meal. But it is a step up for her, at the very least. And the three meals I'd had before that were pizza (two yesterday and one the night before that). Even though it was labeled "dinner" it was technically my breakfast because we ate at about 2pm and I'd just woken up a bit before noon, and my mom wouldn't let me eat yet.
So many events! I feel like I'm leaving something out. I'll add it if I remember later, though. NOT TO WORRY!
Starting to get a bit hungry again. Maybe that's what my mom's banging about in the kitchen... about.
Good day.
Tuesday, March 11th
11:30pm
I've been so laxy with my journals lately (i.e. there have been none). So, I've decided to drop out and become a SyrupTales addict. Well. Not technically, but that's certainly the way this last week has felt. I did decide to take Niki's advice and drop the rest of this semester to clear my head, make some money, and get the hell out of this house. Luckily I can do this without my mom finding out. Because I'm just THAT good.
SyrupTales! I'm a level nineteen magician and I've only been playing a week and a half. Cameron wanted me to join so we could get married in the game. ^-^ He's already proposed. I'll add a picture of the ring next time I play. I haven't had much to write about other than how many green mushrooms I've killed (over 100 for sure) or how many times I boiled at Niki's (10 for sure). I can't even write about my fun weekend because she already described it well enough for the both of us. XD!!! But I can say that we got snowed in (as far as driveways go) and I got to stay two nights, which was so much fun. And WE MADE GRATUITOUS AMOUNTS OF FOOD (AND ALSO VIDEO).
Then I "helped" Cameron with a speech he needed to film for a class. Basically meaning that I tried REALLY hard to not fall asleep, as I'd gone to bed that morning at 7am. And then I held the camera. There were gratuitous amounts of cuddles, then some pizza and South Park. And his sister (who is a doctor) is putting their parents on one of those diets where you order all your food from them, so they're giving me a big box full of stuff for baking and such. Basically, more sprinkles THAN MY KITCHEN HAS ROOM FOOOOR. Niki! We should make cupcakes with cute little millions of different sprinkles!
Also, I saw this Korean music video yesterday that made me bawl my eyes out.
AND. I got my FREE HELLO KITTY CHECKS! And my debit card. And I tried to buy things with it before I activated it. HILAAAAAARIOUS. Not. The black chick at the checkout looked ready to kill me after like ten minutes of trying to figure out why it didn't work, and asking me if I REALLY had any money in my account. I felt so dumb when Cameron told me I needed to call to activate it. I thought I was just supposed to swipe it once. Anyway, that meant no mint plant from Giant Beagle for me. But that's okay. Because I can make money now.
WHAT?! HOW?!?!?!?
Well. Let me tell you. Later. XD Because now it's time for SyrupTales. ENJOY THE SUSPENSE!
Okay, fine. Here's a hint.
