I have to work tomorrow!

Another day of whisking around on my feet to get all the crap out! Pretty much all I'll be doing tomorrow is helping customers, lugging ladders around, and picking up five pound boxes with one hand, while juggling at least three more boxes with my other hand. It's going to be fun! I just hope I don't fall off the ladder and break my neck.

Wally World

Well, I started my new job today. And oh man, I have the biggest headache. I work at Wal-Mart now, in the shoe department. I got a little freaked out, it's so busy! And I'm still trying to understand the whole computer mods thing. But I'm getting a lot of hours for only a part-time job, and it pays pretty well.

I hoping that I get to ride the floor-buffer soon. I may work in shoes, but it's still a floor job! I can have a little bit of fun, right?

I hate message boards

I think message boards seem to bring out the worst in people. Probably because most of them are full of 14-year-old boys. But gosh! People think that just because they're hiding behind a computer screen, that they can say anything they'd like. They think that they can just shoot their mouths off and act like A-holes. It really pisses me off. What happened to courtesy? Did it just disappear? I have gone on boards, and been nothing but nice, and then I get some punk kid who quotes me and says “WTF?” just because he’s too stupid to understand anything. And when I actually try to stand up for myself, and I get a bunch of angry replies from people calling me “immature” or “a whiner.” Whenever I try to give some of my philosophy to a board, I get ignored. It seems that if I want to be taken seriously, I have to stalk the website 24-7, and talk about how I just loved reading “The Notebook” and how Inuyasha is the best TV show ever. Well, guess what? I thought The Notebook sucked, and I hate Inuyasha. Most punk music is overrated, whiny, and cliche. The OC is the biggest joke on television. Slasher fics are not scary, only gross and predictable. Paris Hilton is only famous because of her dad, and the fact that she is pretty. . .pretty sluty. Lindsay Lohan is getting more and more annoying by the minute (I’m beginning to like Hilary Duff better, which is saying something) Katie Holmes has been brainwashed, Tom Cruise is psycho. People who worship Dracula are weird. People who hook up Dracula and Mina are crazy. And mean people suck.

There, now that I’ve ranted, I’ll probably get people kissing my butt.

I'm so boring!

I feel like a frickin' 80 year old woman! I'm just so. . .reserved. It's driving me crazy. For example, the other day my sister, and a few friends of mine went to a Neil Diamond concert. For you young whippersappers who don't know who Neil Diamond is, he sang the first version of "I'm a Believer." A song later redone by The Monkey's (Monkies?) and Smash Mouth.

So, we go to this concert right, but we have nosebleed tickets. Which is okay, because they were free, and it's NEIL DIAMOND. But we were seated next to a bunch of old people! I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised, but it's not like you can rock out with a crowd of grandparents sitting around you. So, I'm all like "I have to be polite, and respect my elders. I shouldn't be too loud, and should only clap when he finishes a song." But my friend Ann Marie is screaming "WE LOVE YOU NEIL!!!" over and over again every time Mr. Diamond stops to take a breath. I really admired her for being so open and free. She was getting up, headbanging to all of the upbeat songs, laughing, and even singing along to songs she didn't know. I just kept thinking "What's wrong with me? Why can't I be like that?"

However, I the guy sitting in front of us did turn around to Ann Marie and say something like "Thanks for ruining my night" or something like that. But he was probably cranky, being up past his bedtime and all. I was kind of mad. I mean, even though I don't like concerts that much, and don't like being loud, I couldn't help feel that if a person hates a bunch of young people making a riot, then they shouldn't be coming to a concert. I mean, heaven forbid that a person actually should sing and clap, and have fun!

Hmm, well, I guess compaired to that guy, I'm not that reserved.

Jetstream rocks!!

Okay dude, I'm hooked on this one song. It's called "Jetstream" by New Order. Now, I like the original, but I'm in love with the remix. (The remix is like the hot brother of the original.) What can I say? I like techno, or techno-pop. Anyone who likes a great dance song should run out to a store (or all the way to their computer) and buy it. It's freakin' awesome! And if you think I'm a freak for diggin' it. . .well. . .screw you. Hahaha. No, seriously. Screw you.

Finished it!

What's up?

I finally finished the sixth Harry Potter book, and I must say, I'm very depressed. I mean, I knew who was gonna die (and to toot my own horn, I did guess the Half-Blood Prince, well. . .sorta, kinda, a little bit, I had a hunch). But I just felt so, I don't know, sad. Maybe it's because I know the series is ending, or the fact the J.K. Rowling left me hanging, and that I'll probably be married with five children before the seventh book comes out. Perhaps it was because my shipping preference completely sunk, but I just feel really down. I know that I'll buck up, and soon, I'll be doing other things to take up my time. But for the time being, I'm going to sit here and think about how sorrowful that book was. It was extremely good, but extremely sad. Somehow, I don't think a children's book should be that depressing.

What's up?

What's up?

Oh man, I think there's something wrong with me. I keep breaking out in hives, and I have no idea why. They only last a little while, like an hour or less, but it's driving me cray-zay! And not only that, but I've got this terrible chest pain, and I've lost my appetite. I know what you're thinking: "Hypochondriac!" But this has never really happened before. And now I'm kinda getting a little nervous. However, I really don't want to see a doctor. I hate seeing doctors. Oh well, I'm sure it will go away. But I'm just jotting down my worries, fears, hopes, ect, so in case they find my dead body one morning, they'll know what I died of. Haha, that's a joke. Knock on wood.

Harry Potter!!

What's up?

Dude! It's here. But I can't get it until midday, the 16th! So, I really don't have any freakin' idea what the crap is going on. Something about a joke shop, and Dumblerdor. Or something. Now I have to sit here, waiting for tomorrow (well, today actually) when I can fly down the the bookstore and grab my copy. I never new that I'd be so excited about a book. And a kid's book at that. What can I say? I'm a huge nerd, geek, dweb, freak, ect. I envy all you who have your books, and are reading it. Knowing all of the Harry Potter secrets while I'm flipping blogging. I hope you're all happy with yourselves. Pssh! Whatever!