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I got a new digital camera. Yeah. And I've also got a little crappy program that will upload pictures instantly. Yeah. I'm so techie and neat. It's been such a stressful day.
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Well, happy birthday to me. 18th. Although, I don't officially turn 18 until 7:47 PM. But I've waited long enough.
My parents did a little birthday thing for me yesterday, since I am working 10-7 today. My mother had been telling me about a Grinch cake they had at work, and how the cake only began to look good after she saw the movie. So, yesterday afternoon, my mother came home, and I after I got out of my shower I began to head to the kitchen, where my mother always sits. I had heard her bring lots of bags in, or at least something heavy, so I assumed that there would be presents for me in bags in there. I mean, it was the biggest shopping day of the year, I assumed she had gone. Anyway, when I came out, she was leaning up against the couch, saying I couldn't come into the kitchen until my father came back. It didn't really make much sense, since I thought that the kitchen was bill of bags. (or, some bags). When he came home, my mother just said, "Alright," and went into the kitchen. I go in there, and sure enough there is a Grinch cake, with a Grinch balloon behind it, and a card. It had candles that said "18," and I blew them out easily, after making my wish. The cake also had "Happy 18th Birthday Chrisy," on it, and the 18 had firecracker swiggles around it, just like me and my mother had talked about.
Yeah. It was a nice, normal birthday with my parents. My mother even said she tried to find me a PlayGirl, but didn't know where to find them. Awww, well. I'll bet I'll have no trouble finding them. 
After the cake, I started talking about the things I wanted for Christmas. I know, I am so greedy. I have been wanting a digital camera for the longest time. So, I was looking threw cnet.com, with their many reviews and price charts, and found this little baby. It works as a digital camera, as well as a webcam. Could anything be better? And it's cheap, too. I like that. But odds are, I'll have to buy it myself. I guess that's what I'll do with the larger-than-normal check I will be getting a week or so from now.
Oooo, and because it's my birthday, I get an extra 4 hour's pay to whatever else I am working today. Good thing Mike told me, too, otherwise I would have never known. I guess Food Lion likes keeping things like that on the down-low.
No one ever links to this site anymore... They just visit it, as if they are typing in the address or have me bookmarked. That is flattering, yes. Very. Ugh. I don't know why I'm complaining.
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I have a long time before I need to be at work, which is 5 PM. But I don't want to be thinking about that right now.
Yesterday I purposely forgot to mention the fact that Alex stopped by my house. I remember hearing the knock at the door sometime around 12, and wondering who in the hell could possibly not be doing something else so much that knocking on my door was what they chose to do. Yeah. I was playing my new N64 game, which was for my birthday, but was only given to me because of the fact that I work 10-7 on my birthday. I went to our front window and parted the blinds, and saw Alex's car. Fuck. So, I went out there, in my red flannel pants and my black Roadkill Cafe shirt, still looking as if I had fallen out of bed and nothing on my feet. It wasn't that cold out, so we talked some. He started in saying Happy Birthday, but I had to correct him. Last Monday, I had told him that Thanksgiving was my holiday because I was born on it. It's not unusual for people to assume that everytime it's Thanksgiving that it is my birthday. I politely corrected him. He had gotten me a "present" - which made me feel horrible. I hate opening presents and such in front of the people who bought them, and especially if I do not know them. But it wasn't so bad. After being out there for 15 minutes, I started saying that I had to go, which I did. My mother had already made an appearance by holding out the door my blue slippers and a pair of socks. I mean, man. I didn't want to get comfortable out there. Well, anyway, Alex went to his car. He came walking back with some roses in a pretty clear vase. I had to give him a hug, simply because I didn't have any other good method of showing affection. I apologized to him about how I may be smelling, and hugged him. I liked hugging him - it appealed to the physical part of me. He really held me in close, which was nice. He left shortly after, even though he tried to start up a conversation again. He asked me to call him, but I never did. I'm not good when it comes to calling people back.
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I guess I should say Happy Thanksgiving, even though the holiday basically means nothing to me anymore. I wish that I could have family over, being however awkward it may be. However inconvenient. It's better than sitting in my room, watching movies on the Superstition, and having my mother completely not tell me when all of the Thanksgiving food was finished. By the time I came out of my room, hungry and curious, there were only scraps left. Simply because I had had a plate of my potato salad shortly before (possibly an hour), she thought I still wouldn't be hungry. I can't believe she still believes that one "meal" (as she thinks of it as) will fill me up for the rest of the day. I felt really left out as I tried to make something of the scraps of ham that were left.
I remember when I was little, I used to dress up in a dress with white tights and black shoes. I would stay into the kitchen as my mother cooked, and drew Thanksgiving themed drawings until dinner, and watched the parade. Then, I think me and my family actually had dinner at the table a couple of times. Either that, or the family would be in either the Kitchen or the living room. Eating within sight of each other still counts as "together" for me.
But I disliked all of this because my father had to be apart of it.
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I am sleepy. I am genially tired and sleepy. I think the reason why I haven't been sleeping so good the past couple of days is due to the lack of exhausting. I slept because it was something better to do than watch TV or look at another boring web page.
The past couple of days have been hectic, but boring.
The only real "highlight" (if it can be called that) is that I went into Food Lion Monday afternoon, and I saw Alex there. I had avoided all of his phone calls the previous day. I mean, completely. I was home, but I just refused to pick up the phone. Well, in Food Lion, was also Carl and Lindsay. They made the situation extra obvious and uncomfortable, especially since Carl is trying to hook me and Alex up, and even went to the extent of scolding me in front of Alex for not calling. It was just a horrible conversation, because I wanted to keep walking, because I knew my father wouldn't take very long in Food Lion. I just... From his responses, and the things he liked, and the way he may "see" woman, I really began to dislike Alex and his ideas. I know I didn't give him much of a shot, but I just... Didn't like what I heard at all. It's hard to explain without going into painful details, or quoting actual things he said. It just wasn't good.
I got a Christmas Bonus today from Food Lion, along with my pay check. My pay check was a sad $69.52, and my bonus was $83.11, which is supposed to represent 2% of my salary. It sucks, because of the fact that I have been working less for the past two months, I basically lost a considerable amount of money that could have been put toward this bonus. And my grades still suck. God, I can never win.
And I broke all of my mother fucking nails.