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Hmmph. What a boring ass day. I had an anal sub for first period, I passed a test in third, and as usual I just enjoyed myself in fourth. Really exciting, I guess.
Alan called me last night saying that I could not fly out there on the 29th, since his flight coming back from Arizona would not be arriving until 11 something PM, while I would be there at 2 PM. But it all worked out alright. Me and my mom had a bit of an argument on letting me come home on the fifth, which meant missing one more day of school. A total of 2. All I had to do was go up to my father, ask, and he said "I don't see why not." Sometimes I actually do love my dad.
I had some ego-bosting information come by way today. My domain has only been up since about Sunday or so, and already there is a person linking to me, calling my site "envious." !! And I thought it wasn't a good example of what I could have done. It's probably the best I could do in reality, but I like basking in the thought, regardless.
Sigh. Only 5 more days until my birthday. Ugh. I don't really want to turn 17... It seems like such a stiff age. When I think of being 17, I think of young adults trying too hard to be adults, and that they are serious and have no fun. 16 year olds can crawl around on their hands and knees and that's still considered some cool shit, and there's fast driving and sex everywhere. Or something like that. It just seems more free. I also never felt that "sweet 16" crap. I feel a little cheated.
Alan is giving me his old digital camera, which I love to death, and the new Savage Garden CD for my birthday. He also bought my plane tickets. I told my mother to buy me Donkey Kong Country 64, or whatever name they have given it. I had made my parents buy the pervious 3 Donkey Kong games for SNES, and I'm all shits and giggles that they have one for N64 now. I hope they get me that game. I just might hate them forever if not. Or I'll just get it for Christmas.
I have this funny feeling I just may have to work on my birthday. Or it would be something fucked up like that. I'm not really doing anything except celebrating Thanksgiving. I guess. Whenever I throw parties, they never seem to go very well. Don't have many friends, I guess.
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Argh, Mondays. I dislike them so. Oh well. Bitching doesn't do much good.
I didn't write yesterday. No real reason. Though I had a few interesting things I'd like to write down to maybe later on when I look back, or whatever, I might think they are funny. I went into work at 2:45, but I wasn't really supposed to be there until 4:45. So, I had to go home. At the stop light from Food Lion, I usually stop and watch the other stop light, and wait for it to change to red, because then I know that my light will be turning green soon. So, I have sunglasses on, and I'm staring at this light. I missed some time somewhere, because I was starting at it, and checking my rear view and seeing all of these people behind me looking somewhat angry. I check the light again, and it's red, and I look at the one right in front of me, and it's green. Not really all that bad, I guess, and I floored it across the road. We have a little gate at the main entrance to the area that I live in, and when you enter, you go in the right lane if you live there, and the left if you don't are just visiting. And of course, I went in the left lane by mistake. Just coming into work caused that stuff. And I'm not usually the one to be embarrassed about making a single mistake.
Work was good otherwise. I was only one dollar short at the end of work. And I had a friend to talk to through all of the boring times, because he was on 6 and I was on 5. I also have a friend in the stock area, Mike, who I talk to on my breaks. He just moved here from NY and got on my school's varsity football team, and bam, instant popularity. He's very modest, though. Maybe that's why I don't feel like he's judging me, like I do with most of his other friends. I was talking to him in the hallway, and I actually got a little jealous and uncomfy when he was flirting a little. But I'm that way with all of my guy friends. I just like having all the attention, I guess. Bad quality.
Sigh. I'm glad I did not have to work. This week, Aimee, the assistant manager who does the schedule for some reason has decided to put me working until 9:45 and 10 PM on every night I worked this week. When 9:30 already is like midnight to my parents. That's fucked up. I've never been asked to work past 9:30 since I've worked there. She's also stopped working me 8 hours on weekends. Not that I want that back, I just am curious why. While all the workers who act like they have a stick up their ass get to work longer and better hours, people like me who try to be at least 1/2 friendly all of the time get their hours cut and get shoved into later shifts or until closing. I'm not really making much sense to anyone else reading this. But I understand it. I wrote Aimee a little note about how my parents do not want me working that late.
Since I seem obsessed with my work, I might as well go with it. Alan called me today to tell me about the prices and dates that he can get my plain tickets for December 29th until the 4th. Coming back on the 4th would mean that I would be missing one day of school, but that is alright. The best part is, that with Alan's army discount, the tickets only cost $148 something, and he offered to pay them. Which is good. I'll have some money left over.
And then it goes to my work. I actually wanted to talk to Alan about me coming down today, as in not coming down, because I think I really need this job, for some reason. I mean, with My Job, the domain would disappear, also. But my father suggested that I could ask now, and if they do actually say no, by the time December 29th comes around they will have forgotten I asked, and I could simply call in sick. If they schedule me like they have been, I might be working only about 3 days. The only problem with that is that they require a doctor's note if you call in sick. I could just get my mother to say that after the holidays, we do not have the finances to be able to take me to the doctor. But I sware, the fuckers better not think just because I'm out of school that they can work me full days every day. No.
Ugh. I have reports for school that I should be writing and what not. That I have lost enough points on just by not turning in stupid ruff drafts on time. Ugh.
I had a little ironic event happen today. At the end of school, in my fourth period class, there's a guy named Jordan. I've had classes with him ever since 7th grade, and he is the sweetest guy. I've never seen him get angry. And since the desks are in rows that face each other, and both me and Jordan are in the front of our rows and on the same side of the room, we can easily talk. Class had ended for the period, waiting for the bell, and we both turned to each other, and I guess I got out the question "do you have internet?" before him, because he said "I was just about to ask you that." We had both been thinking about asking that the whole period. I thought that was neat.
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So, it's not really Saturday. Oh well. It has been a while since I've been able to stay up this late. It's been a while since I've written two journal messages in a row. Wow.
Just to show some amount of respect, my cat died 3 years ago today. I remember it only because it was 12 days before my birthday when I was in 8th grade. It was my cat, and it loved me to death... I used to hate having it in my room when I slept, because when it took a bath I could hear it lick... So I would close my door, and shut her out. And she slept outside my door, just so she could be as close to me as she could. And for some reason, even that irritated me. I used she chase her away. She hated it when I would cry, because she would come to me purring trying to get me to stop. And just before she died, she would go into my closet and sleep in the back corner on top of my clothes. I would actually get angry enough to the point where I dragged her out and hit her, because I knew she knew better... If I had known she was looking for a place to die... I have so much quilt from that. I look back and I can't believe how sickened I get when I think of how I treated her. Ugh... I never really said any of that anywhere else but in my thoughts, really. Because I am ashamed of my actions. But for the last 2 weeks of her life, I was there. I don't know if that made up anything or not. She only lived to be 8.
I had an alright day at work. I started out good... though I think there is some big holiday that I am not aware of, because for almost 2 straight hours I had a line that was twisting out of my view toward the other end of the store, and we had everyone we could working, even the managers. Hmm. And then there were the customers who forget to give me their MVP cards, and then fuss at the managers about me not asking their stupid asses. But, then there are the people who said to me "It's good to see someone who's pleasant and cheery and happy working here for a change." That made my day. And one of the baggers, Mohamad (sp?) actually treated me as an allie, not an enemy. He would come to me and talk about the other people at registers behind their backs, and roll his eyes at me when he's be doing something boring. But, that also means that he probably would talk about me when I annoyed him, too.
Ugh. I am becoming obsessed with the game SimCity 3000. I don't know why... Sitting here thinking about it after having just played it, it seems stupid. But this morning I thought I had only played for about an hour or so, and I had played from 12:30 until 2:15. Hmm. I would have played longer if I didn't have work.
I also made a lot of progress on the layout for the domain. Which is good. It had a very earthy tone, and had some DHTML. And for once, I have a pop-up. Everyone who doesn't like will just have to kiss my ass, because that is how I want it. It doesn't have a damn thing to it, though -- I don't know what else to add. Oh well. Something will come to me. Or something like that.
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I, yet again, have missed too much on this journal. Even a day is just too much. This is the only really flow of updates I have, and I can't even ramble and bitch about myself once a day. Lord knows I need it. I could explode with all the pointless thoughts I have.
Let's see... Current things. I may be quitting My Job. There are lots of reasons, of course... Small things, like how unhappy I am, and how bad I am at it. A little training before hand could have avoided that, but I guess they don't have the time or energy to spare. But, the main reason why is because my friend Stephen who works there also, said when he went to request a day off in this little book they have, there was a note that read that there would be no vacations from November 1st 1999 until January 1st 1999. That is just ridiculous. And they probably pull that shit every holiday.
I visit Alan on Holidays.
I put Alan above My Job, and I don't really care what that makes me look like. I am going this December to Kentucky, and even at later dates, when he's down here, I don't want to be working then, either. I work tomorrow, and that is when I'm going to tell them my options. I either go with their permission, or without their permission and without the worry of being fired, or I will work up until then and then quit. Simple enough, I guess.
I enjoy working there, I like the social atmosphere and everything, I just hate the work. I'd miss being there, because I've made friends, and I've got most of the people there liking me, or at least they feel they have to be nice to my face. Which is better than being snotty and right ass. And my time. They time how many items you scan a minute, and they expect you to have 26 items a minute. Last week I was 19.0 something, and this week I went up to 22.00. Kick ass 
My name was even highlighted and everything. I would miss the stupid stuff like that.
<Sigh> The domain is coming right along... Well, what there is of it. I'm working hard and fast... But it will probably end up looking like shit regardless. I decided to host one of my good friends today. She was on angelfire, one of the few "big" servers left that did not force the pop up. But temptation's too great to scare away their customers, I guess, and recently they added it. Though I think she may have been hinting at it for a while now, for me to host her, but I decided that I would as soon as she said that she was closing her site due to stupid pop-ups. That's not right. I would have shut down mine, too, if I had not heard of freespeech.org.
So much shit. I've found out that another girl from my class is pregnant. Is this something that's trendy now? Like, the latest, or something. I sware, we will be seeing pregnant girls on the front of teen magazines showing off the latest in maternity clothes. I just have no pity for irresponsibility.
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Ahh. I am now a "hosted" site, and my own big and shinny domain to go with it. Yes, it feels good. I'm keeping this layout for my personal site for a while; I like it, it's me, and I don't have any time to think of anything new. Ugh. I'm not sure why I've been such a reluctant hostee for so long, I would have loved it. But I don't think I would have gotten this comfy if I did not only own the actor but the whole stage as well.
I would have started writing in this journal at the beginning of the month, but on October 30th, I started going into over drive, because that is when I purchased unpretty.net from communitech.net. It's a little on the expensive side, and my mother thought I was completely insane when I asked, but it was the cheapest I could find with this much space. $30/month isn't that bad, regardless. Not the end of the world.
Needless to say, my Halloween was completely shot because not only was I working, I had my thoughts on this domain. I pretty much missed my favorite holiday. It did not feel like anything; just days of work, school, and playing computer games. I didn't crack out the old corny Disney Halloween movies I used to watch, I don't even know where "The Nightmare Before Christmas is." Sigh. I still feel like it's an upcoming holiday.
I've gotten a little used to my work, which is good. I've made friends, my manager Tobin being the greatest of those accomplishments, and I've got a couple of the guys there "interested" in me, or whatever. Doesn't matter, just means I have someone to talk to most of the time. I've gotten faster at what I do, I can remember the # codes for a good amount of the fruits and veggies, and I've got methods for making up being slow, or having to call for assistance. I just act nice. Nieve (sp?) and nice. Then it makes them feel like they're kicking a cute puppy if they do get mad or rude. Or whatever.
Sigh. I've missed so much in this journal. Only 2 entries in October is pathetic. Alan being here was a big reason for that, as well as starting work, but those all seem to far away, or feel like they didn't really happen. And there's a lot more I'd like to talk about and get off my chest, that I don't think would actually be very appropriate for this journal. Like health issues and such, which I'm having a lot of right now. I'm almost a little scared. Almost. I stayed home from school today, and so far I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for Friday. A lot of good that will do. The symptoms will be covered up by other "things" by then.