shuyoboob

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 17:53:25 GMT

My mom left. Left without leaving a note or even turning the TV off. What the fuck? Am I living with a 15 year old?

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 10:57:43 GMT

I keep having dreams about going to Japan with a certain ex-friend of mine. It's really very weird, and it needs to stop.

But as far as traveling goes, I was looking more into my trip for next year, and am really excited for it, even if Merri will probably be the only one going with me. But that's cool, cause Merri is awesome, and has the same totally bizarre eating habits as me. I'm always embarrassed to go anywhere with anyone, becuase my eating habits are so strange that it's hard to find somewhere to eat. But Merri is also a pizza and pasta eating vegetarian, so it's not weird to her.

.....I'd like to add that I'm out of chocolate milk, and that makes me very sad.

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 00:56:25 GMT

Tomorrow my grandparents will be coming over, so I had to clean my bathroom today..... it's the "public" bathroom of the house.

Cleaning it I injured myself about 4 times, including whacking my hand reaaaaaaaaaally hard on the bottom of a very large painting as I was unplugging the vacuum. It hurt a lot, and swelled up really bad. Now my fingers are half numb, half painful. Fantastic.

I took a picture, even though it really doesn't show the nasty swollen part.

I hit it right by my first knuckle.

The birdies took a shower today. Maybe some day I'll get a picture of the hilarious poses they do when I spray them.... they fluff up and whip their wings into the air, over their heads. They look so stupid.

Ollie.

Peach.

She looks so smug here.

And this is a really pretty lily gorwing in our yard. Nice, huh?

So yeah. My hand hurts.

And I was thinking about the whole management position thing, and wondering why I wasn't jumping right at it. And I realized that everyone is pretty enthusiastic about it for me, except my mom. Everyone else is like, "Go for it! Go for it!" and my mom hasn't said anything about it at all.

I've always said the reason I have no ambition is because of my parents, and this is the perfect example. What mom wouldn't encourage their child to go for such a good opportunity? .....Mine, apparently.

And you guys are no help at all, either! I know it's not that exciting, but considering I've been wallowing in feelings of uselessness lately a little encouragement would be nice.

God damn it, my hand hurts.

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 20:16:40 GMT

I know none of you have any reason to know this, but I have a pretty curvy backside. Just think about my figure, and think about the fact that I'm pretty much totally proportional. So it's a little big, but it's still pretty nice. And I wear tight pants. ............This is going somewhere.

So yesterday at work our cleaning guy who refuses to speak English finally wore out his welcome.

Apparently at some point he touched Merri.... which fills Sarah with rage, and the day before he had pinched Nicole on the cheek. So yesterday I was standing on a ladder, poking around at one of our turtles. I was on the ladder for maybe 5 minutes, and the entire time he was walking back and forth with a floor buffer thing behind me. He passed behind me probably.......... 6 or 7 times, at least, and he didn't do any other areas of the store. If you were me, what the hell would you think he was doing?

I peered at him out of the corner of my eye, and he turned his head really fast.

So I was fairly disturbed, and I said something to Alex, our store manager about it. He thought it was pretty weird too, but then he told me that the guy wasn't going to be with us past next week, so I figured it wasn't worth making a big deal about. I'm not sure if he got fired or what, but he won't be there anymore, proooobably because he can't behave himself. Cause Alex already knew about Merri and Nicole.

The sad thing is, he was the best cleaning guy we've had like..... ever.

How am I not myself?

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 18:01:28 GMT

Every time I talk to my sister I just get more sad for her. She went from an abusive relationship, to one that seemed awesome, but has now mutated into another abusive relationship.

Mentally, not psysically. But you know... that's worse in some ways.

Every time I talk to her she tells me what he's said to her, and it makes me so mad. Nobody should talk to anyone that way, especially not to someone they supposedly love.

But she did tell me something that made me laugh..... apparently.... my dad has leopard-print furniture. ..............Seriously. Leopard print. And the walls are painted red. Is he living in a bordello or something? How terribly tacky!

Also it makes me feel bad when my friends are unhappy, because I don't know what to dow with them. I'm really no good at all at giving comforting words, or anything like that. I just sort of wish I could.... say, "Hey, be happy!" and that would fix things.

But obviously it doesn't, so I don't know what to do.

If only everyone could be made happy from the thought that there's a Rangers game on TV later on.... cause that seems to work for me.

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 00:13:43 GMT

I am here.