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Yesterday was an alright day. It started out with me dragging my mother to Food Lion to pick up some biscuits that I had a coupon for. We went home, made those, and then started to plan out the day, since we were both off from work. I started fussing over the plans for my birthday, simply because I wanted my mother to come with any of my friends that would be able to go, but she kept declining. I really wanted her to see the Grinch movie, simply because I know it was going to be a good movie. She never sees movies in theaters anymore, anyway. My mother had to perm her hair, and I had to complete some Chemistry homework - although, I kept finding ways to decrease and decrease my expected work load. (I'm actually supposed to be already heading for school right now so that I could take the test, but I forgot to give Ms. Ross warning that I would be coming. I'm going to ask her when I get to school if it would be alright if I take the test the Monday after Thanksgiving break - aka, a week from now. But I have no idea when she needs to turn her grades in for the grading period.) Around 1 PM, I began to hand around my mother as she did her hair. She was already saying that she didn't think we would be going, or whatever. Mainly because she was running "late."
Ugh. It's too much to type to explain every detail of the day. Anyway, we had called ahead of time for when the movie would be showing, and how much it would cost. We were going to try to make it to the 4:10 showing, and we left at 3:30 or so. When we got there, the parking lot was PACKED. And it was so cold outside, and we had so far to walk. While my mother stood in line to get the tickets, I was getting the food. I was almost up to the counter when my mother tapped me on the arm, saying that I should wait on getting the food since the 4:10 showing of the Grinch was sold out, and she had to get tickets for the 4:40 showing. I mean, jesus. I have never heard of a movie in this area being sold out before. I was shocked. So we sat around on a bench for a little while. My mother wanted to wait until about 4:30 to go get seated, if that. My mother doesn't understand how quickly seats fill up in theaters, and that they purposely start seating early so there won't be a mob of people entering the room at one time. We left about 4:20 to get food, and I guess we were in there around 4:25. Good thing, too. Every seat was taken up by the time the movie started, I think.
The Grinch that stole Christmas is a GREAT movie. Everyone much go see it. I mean, shit, it's only been in theater's for 2 days and it's already grossed 50.1 million. And I can actually believe it this time.
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I'm not sure what to do with myself anymore. I'm not looking forward to anything home. I am almost frustrated at all the things I know I should be doing, like school work. But, I have this instinct to do something other than school work, but then I am left with this big whole where the alternative was. I've gotten into playing N64 again, but that's not really productive in any form. I don't know. Right now, I am looking threw my music selection trying to find something emotional and powerful that can serve as an anthem of this time in my life. But I'm not finding anything. I feel a little lost.
I'm looking forward to my birthday. Besides the fact that I discovered today that I would be working 10-7 on my 18th Birthday this Saturday, nothing can take away the fact that I will have Sunday off. I am trying to plan something with my friends - something like going out to eat and then going to see the Grinch in theaters. I've invited Sandy, and also Lindsay. I would invite Stephen, but I don't think those two and Stephen would get along that great. Stephen beats along to his own drum all of the time, and it can get a little annoying with the wrong people. Even for me, Stephen is usually a person I like to be around when it's only me and him. Otherwise, I'll get annoyed. I have yet to understand that. I don't like the fact that I change from situation to situation.
It'll be cool to have a girl outing, anyway.
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Goodness, with that incredibally over reated baby crises, I forgot to mention that I got my hair cut yesterday as well. I kept the length, of course. I love having long hair. The only thing I changed was to add more layers, simply because my hair needed some more variety. There is nothing I hate more than long hair that is completely straight with a very sharp edge along the bottom. Seeing that was the main reason why I stayed away from the long hair I longed for for so long. My hair looks much like it did when I first started my freshman year of high school, which I am nto even sure what possesed me to cut it all off. It feels so much better it's almost orgasmic. I'm so obcessed with my hair, and for me to be able to run my fingers threw it and feel cold, soft strands is just perfect. I hadden't cut my hair in 2 years in fear of losing length. I had to cut about a inch or two off to get all the split ends, though. I'll take a picture later.
Lindsay called me back when I was writing the above message. We talked for a very, very long time. Like, for an hour and a 1/2. But then, I was really betting on Sasha (who I know goes by that now. Or Alex. It's whichever, I guess) to have caller ID, and to call me back. Thinking about it, he might have been trying to call me during that phone call. Oh well. I'm not going to call again tonight, because I am talked out. I'll call him around 5 tomorrow, since I know he should be home by then. That is, if I'm up to it.
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Alright then, I just called. Of course, while it is ringing, I started thinking about how he could be the one who answered the phone, and I could ask if Sasha was there, and he would say, "Who?" Damnit. No one picked up, and I let it ring for a considerable amount of times. Hopefully he has caller ID or something, and will see the fact that I called and will call me back. He may very well still be working. He didn't tell me anything specific to call him, other than before 11 PM. God, dating is such a demon to me. I've never done "normal" dating; I have never been on a normal date, when the person drops me off and they go home. Well, I'm sure there have been a few guys who considered what I did with them a date-like outing, but I was still with Alan in my mind. It seems that I'm always going into situations with bad impressions and habits.
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Everyone has been dieing lately. I had two relatives die this month alone, and Sandy had 2 relatives/loved ones die in the past week or so. It's creepy. Hopefully all of the dieing is done for now.
I stayed home from school the past two days. Back to my usual habits, I suppose. I like missing school, although I have no idea where this joy comes from. I never think of the stress of making up work, I guess. Yesterday I didn't even really NEED to miss school - I just didn't want to go. I'm boring myself talking about this.
Last Friday, while at the football game, I asked Carl about a certain guy that used to work at Food Lion. He had asked me out at one point while he was working there, and I had to turn him down due to the attachment to my ex boyfriend, which really didn't go too well. A while later, he quit, which I suppose was about a month or so ago. I had told many people if I was not attached at the time that I would have gone on a date with him. And I figured that now that I was on the market again, it wouldn't hurt to go to a movie with him or something, since I felt really bad turning him down in the Food Lion break room. But I'm regretting the fact that I had asked Carl where he worked now, mainly because once Carl learned I was slightly interested, the next time Carl saw him he got his phone number, cell phone number, pager number, and e-mail address for me.. Carl also gave him my e-mail and my phone number, and told the guy the detail of me being single. I mean, come on? When Carl called me to tell me this information, he was trying to pressure me into calling him THAT NIGHT, saying that the guy would be waiting by the phone waiting for my call. I mean, man. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to do anything with him, and Carl went ahead and set the boy up to believe that I was coming after him. I certainly don't want to hurt him again. Since the guy had an AOL e-mail address, I decided that I would wait until the signed online and talk to him then. After I IMed him I realized that might have not been the best idea of contact, mainly because he only has one good working hand, and I wasn't sure if he could type with the other. We talked some, and he asked me out on Saturday. I told him I would have to check my hours and I would get back to him later. Tonight, actually. I'm nervous, because I am not even certain about his name. I mean, I've heard Carl call him Sasha (sp? He's Russian) and Alex. I tried calling both Lindsay and Carl in hopes to get as much information from them as possible, but neither were home. I'm going to call him as soon as I'm done with this, so I suppose I'll be on my own. It'll have to be something casual, like a movie. Something funny, and not the Grinch. I'll also have to ask my mother how she feels about it, since he's a little bit older than me. Shit, I'm not even sure how old he is.