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My internet was down from Friday morning until Wednesday evening. I got bored, so I blogged a few times. Here ya go.
23 June 2006
9:42 PM
I'm alone again.... alone in my own house. It's scary. This house is far too big for one person to be in by herself, and this is the second night in a row I've been alone. Usually my parents are here, but they're not. Even worse, they're not someplace that's just down the road. They're in freaking Canada. The Canadian Rockies. Mike and Josh are gods only know where, and Kyle's at his mom's in some bum-fuck beach town some forty miles down the road. I am in my house. By myself. You'd think this would rock, but it doesn't! Only the first night does it rock, even slightly. Now I'm just kinda scared. I want companionship--*human* companionship, and I can't even get the digital equivilant right now because my internet died sometime this morning, and neither my brother nor I have been able to get it back up. So it's looking like I'm internetless until Mom and Mark get home, unless it miraculously reconnects itself before then, which means I can't at least while away my nights alone by chatting with my online buddies. I'm scared, I really am. My imagination has me convinced there's someone upstairs, which I know can't be true, but still, my imagination will not be dissuaded, and I'm down here...all alone. I need someone to be here, but I don't know anyone local. The closest thing I have to "local" is twenty minutes and two freeways away, and I don't want to bother anyone out there with "come be in my house 'cause I'm loooooooooooooooooonely!" I'm thinking I may very well bother Brad to stay in my house overnight tomorrow, as he'll be giving me a ride to and from that party at Brian and Ashley's. Of course, that'll only work if he's the only other one in the car with me. I hope that'll be the case. Gods, I don't want to be alone. I'm scared, I really am. I'm gonna call Brad tomorrow on my lunch break and ask him if he's going to be the only other person with me when we go to the party, 'cause if so, I'm also gonna throw out the invitation for him to crash here. He can take that as he will, but I'll explain the main reason behind it then. Gods, I'll sound like such a little pussy, but...he'll understand.....I hope. Hopefully he'll be able to crash here. Maybe he'll get drunk and I'll have to drive him home, and we'll just crash here then. Or something. I'm pretty sure his car is an automatic. I've never seen him have to shift gears...... >_<
I wish I had managed to get a hold of Becca today about her party. A part of me is really doubting that it's pirate themed.... I guess I'll call her tomorrow, before I go in to work, and confirm if it is or isn't. That is, if the phone 1) gets picked up and 2) if it gets picked up by Becca herself. Her mom doesn't sound too nice.
Well, I think I'll be going to bed soon or something. I'm just gonna pull out my crap so I can be ready for work tomorrow (nevermind that I'm waking up at 8 and my shift doesn't start until 10). You never know when shit'll happen.
Ciao for now,
~Chii-chan
)O(
25 June 2006
7:31 PM
Well, I went to Becca's birthday bash last night. It was fun. I enjoyed myself, I really did. You know, until the stripper got there. See, I still remember the last time I was someplace with a stripper (anyone remember Stripwell's Leather from the old site at Devore?), and I had wanted to stick around for the stripper, but I had to go, because it is apparently illegal for any minors to be in the room/area a stripper is stripping in. I was disappointed at the time, a little, but I got over it, and I still enjoyed my night then. See, nobody there seemed to get that I really just didn't feel comfortable seeing a stripper as the only minor present at the shindig. Well, that, and the whole idea of it just made me feel uncomfortable. I tried finding all sorts of more legal and reasonable reasons behind not wanting to see the stripper, like the one I explained above, and even elaborated on it with "I don't know who'll get in trouble, Ashley and Brian or the stripper, and I love Ashley and Brian and I really don't want them to get in any legal trouble because they let a minor see a stripper." As it turned out, I would have felt really bad if the stripper got in trouble, too, because she really seemed like a nice woman--you know, probably the kind of woman who's stripping because she needs the tip money, and not for much else. Well, she did seem to enjoy herself, but anyway, I digress. I eventually sat in the front room of Ashley and Brian's (fucking kickass) apartment, wedged between Brad and Lisa, his sidekick, and watched the stripper do her thing with Becca, but it wasn't particularly by choice. Brad kept trying (along with just about *everyone* beforehand) to convince me that I'd be okay, that no one would check ID, and that since I'm just over two weeks away from being 18, it's not like it'd really matter, but I simply felt really uncomfortable being a minor in the room with a stripper when I know what the law is. So, after the stripper did her thing on/with Becca (of which the best part was the look on Becca's face :D), her manager announced that she (the stripper) would be giving 5 and 10 dollar lap-dances. Brad asked me if I was okay, I made a so-so motion with my hand, and then I said, "Well, I have no money for a lapdance, anyway, so I think I'll step outside." By that point (and I don't know if it was from nerves, being in that crowded space, or a bit of both), I was feeling a little sick, anyway, so I really wanted to get out of there before I puked and/or passed out. Brad came to check on me while I rested on a Lay-Z-Boy out on the patio area, and Becca came with him, surprisingly enough. She didn't really like the stripper, I guess. (The girl is like a little sister to me, and she's two weeks older than me. She's the reason I've started becoming maternal towards people older than me as well.... little quirk about me that I won't get into here.) Anyway, I was sitting there out on the patio, and people kept coming in and out, bothering me, and I was just trying to relax, and I knew it was getting late, so I was getting concerned, because I know that more often than not, my mind and body shuts down at 12:30. Now, I'm not talking about "Oh, it's 12:30, that's why I'm starting to feel kinda drowsy," I'm talking about "Oh, it's 12:29 and it's gonna be 12:30 in three seco--*SNOOOOORRRRRRRE*" So when I found out that it was 11:30-ish, and I knew that it would take about half an hour to get home, I found Brad and told him, point-blank, "We need to start heading home so I don't fall asleep while I'm driving." So fifteen minutes later, after we'd finally managed to get to say goodbye to everyone (and I managed to not see the stripper for most of the time, yay), we *finally* start leaving the apartment. We get caught for another five or so by Fabian and Justice, his new (kinda loopy) girlfriend, then *finally* get going (after I grabbed Brad's sleeve and started walking). Oh, and we got caught by Justin, as well (the giant of the Criers), but I didn't allow either of us to stay very long with him (that was when I grabbed Brad's sleeve and got going). The entire time, he kept saying that I wasn't going to fall asleep while I was driving, and I kept insisting that I would. Brad turned out to be right (the traffic on the 91 east (why there was traffic at 12:30 at night still confuses me.... I guess the 91 really *is* a crap freeway) helped to keep me more awake and alert than I thought), and we stopped at my house. Brad crashed here (I was the one who drove his car, as he got drunk at the party, in case you were wondering), and we hung out some today, but he wasn't feeling too well, so he had to leave around one-ish. I was amazed at how quickly the time flew by with him. We woke up around 8, and it seemed like no time at all had passed, and it was one. *sigh* Oh, and for the record, if anyone at that party is surprised when Brad and I get together when I'm 18 (because we *so* are), they deserve a kick in the balls. Probably from me. I made no secrets of my attraction towards him, and he made no secrets of how he's simply waiting for these next two weeks to be up before he does anything. If anyone's surprised, a kick. To the balls. Oh yes.
Anyway, that was last night. Not much happening today. I'm gonna get to work on that Latin American History unit, as we still lack internet, and I'm going to <3>_<
Anyways, I oughta do schoolwork and other productive, good things. Nyah. I think. Or something. I'm probably gonna hang with Becca tomorrow after my training for work. I still have all of Tuesday to clean the house before the parents get home. Well, I'll either hang with Becca or I'll kidnap Kiwi, Fiona, and Nichole so we can do the Mafia RP thing that I had to cancel on because of shit happening on Thursday. Yeah. Ciao.
~Chii-chan
)O(
28 June 2006
12:32 PM
Ugh. So I may be going to take a food handler's course tonight.... I need to so I can keep working for Scandia. It's not like I really *want* to keep working for them, but I have to. I mean, if I don't get the food handler's permit, then I'll get fired, and if I get fired, then I don't get money, and I need money. Granted, I don't think I'll be working for Scandia for much longer, not if I can help it, but still, I need to keep working with them for as long as I can. I suppose the main thing I hate about working there is the fact that I get the distinct feeling from most of the managers that they hate dealing with newbs like myself. Fellow employees, fellow grunts my age, they're all pretty cool, and are all really nice when I come in and ask questions that I know sound really stupid. However, the only manager that I get to interact with much (and I'm not sure if she's even a manager) that doesn't make me feel like an idiot when I ask questions is Sara. I suppose that's her job, though. I mean, she *is* a trainer. It wouldn't look good if the trainer made the trainees feel like idiots for asking questions. I still want to see about working for Hot Topic. I wonder if they're still hiring. *sigh* I mean, all I really want is to work for someplace cool, air-conditioned, and simple. Operating rides is a lot more difficult than you might think, but how difficult can ringing up clothes and putting them on racks be? Yeah, yeah, there's the inventory part, whatever. At least clothing stores are air-conditioned. I just really hate being made to feel like an idiot by those in charge. See, you'd think it'd be the other way around--that my peers would be the ones making me feel like an idiot, and the managers would be the ones to smooth things over, but no, the managers make me feel like I'm an idiot for not knowing certain things, especially on my first real day of work. Assholes. Besides, I want to settle into another, better job before it gets to be too late, and by "too late" I mean "not soon enough to be friends with my manager so I can ask to have my work schedule be worked around my school schedule when I go off to college". That's another big problem with Scandia, is their scheduling. They claim that they have too many employees to make individualized schedules. Bullshit. I've only seen one other location for Scandia, which gives them a grand total of two known locations. If a company like Stater Brothers, with a hell of a lot more than TWO locations, can work around their individual employee's personal schedules, then a company like Scandia can, too. Well, they *could*, if that level of control was down low enough. But it isn't. Probably, anyway. *sigh* It just ticks me off, kinda, that the last place I put in an application was the first place to call me back and give me an interview. I suppose it just doesn't feel right. I didn't even have to struggle to get the interview or anything. Every other place that I've gotten an interview at, I had to work for. I had to call them and call them and call them and keep my name at the top of the list and everything, and then, when I got an interview, it was a culmination of much effort. All I did at Scandia was fill out an application, have my time wasted, and BAM! I got hired. I suppose it's kinda frustrating. And I hate their schedule set-up. Apparently, everyone on the face of the planet is available a) anytime, day or night, weekdays or weekends, holidays or not, b) only from 5 PM on during the week and anytime on the weekend, or c) only on weekends and holidays. No fucking way anyone's a mix. I had to label myself as B, because that's the only blanket application that works for me, and you know what's worst about it? If I work a closing shift every time, that means I'll be up until 1 AM working during the week, and 2 AM on the weekends. My body shuts down (as mentioned in my previous blog) at 12:30. Not. Fun. *sigh* At least I have a job, though. I mean, that's the important thing, right? I have a job, and I enjoy it when I'm working. That surprised me greatly. When I was sitting there at the Tilt-A-Whirl, running it, I loved it. I had so much fun watching people enjoy themselves. I came up with different ways to do my little speech, and I had fun, and watching the people have fun made everything even better. I had kids come running back again and again because they wanted to keep riding it, and their smiles made it all worthwhile. Granted, when it took 20 minutes for the manager to come with someone to take over for me at the end of my shift, I was having a lot of trouble staying pleasant, but still, up until that point, I was loving it. The higher-ups there are the ones that suck, though. That's what I don't like.
Well, I'm gonna check the information for the food handler's course again, and see if I have $20 so I can take it. *twitch* Ugh. Maybe I'll chill with my friends afterwards, if I go. Hmmmm. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I'll call Yami and see what's up and if she wants to chill tonight, and then I'll grab Sammy-tha and maybe even Becca. Ahhhh.... there is a light at the end of the tunnel. W00.
Ciao for now,
~Chii-chan
)O(
My internet was down from Friday morning until Wednesday evening. I got bored, so I blogged a few times. Here ya go.
23 June 2006
9:42 PM
I'm alone again.... alone in my own house. It's scary. This house is far too big for one person to be in by herself, and this is the second night in a row I've been alone. Usually my parents are here, but they're not. Even worse, they're not someplace that's just down the road. They're in freaking Canada. The Canadian Rockies. Mike and Josh are gods only know where, and Kyle's at his mom's in some bum-fuck beach town some forty miles down the road. I am in my house. By myself. You'd think this would rock, but it doesn't! Only the first night does it rock, even slightly. Now I'm just kinda scared. I want companionship--*human* companionship, and I can't even get the digital equivilant right now because my internet died sometime this morning, and neither my brother nor I have been able to get it back up. So it's looking like I'm internetless until Mom and Mark get home, unless it miraculously reconnects itself before then, which means I can't at least while away my nights alone by chatting with my online buddies. I'm scared, I really am. My imagination has me convinced there's someone upstairs, which I know can't be true, but still, my imagination will not be dissuaded, and I'm down here...all alone. I need someone to be here, but I don't know anyone local. The closest thing I have to "local" is twenty minutes and two freeways away, and I don't want to bother anyone out there with "come be in my house 'cause I'm loooooooooooooooooonely!" I'm thinking I may very well bother Brad to stay in my house overnight tomorrow, as he'll be giving me a ride to and from that party at Brian and Ashley's. Of course, that'll only work if he's the only other one in the car with me. I hope that'll be the case. Gods, I don't want to be alone. I'm scared, I really am. I'm gonna call Brad tomorrow on my lunch break and ask him if he's going to be the only other person with me when we go to the party, 'cause if so, I'm also gonna throw out the invitation for him to crash here. He can take that as he will, but I'll explain the main reason behind it then. Gods, I'll sound like such a little pussy, but...he'll understand.....I hope. Hopefully he'll be able to crash here. Maybe he'll get drunk and I'll have to drive him home, and we'll just crash here then. Or something. I'm pretty sure his car is an automatic. I've never seen him have to shift gears...... >_<
I wish I had managed to get a hold of Becca today about her party. A part of me is really doubting that it's pirate themed.... I guess I'll call her tomorrow, before I go in to work, and confirm if it is or isn't. That is, if the phone 1) gets picked up and 2) if it gets picked up by Becca herself. Her mom doesn't sound too nice.
Well, I think I'll be going to bed soon or something. I'm just gonna pull out my crap so I can be ready for work tomorrow (nevermind that I'm waking up at 8 and my shift doesn't start until 10). You never know when shit'll happen.
Ciao for now,
~Chii-chan
)O(
25 June 2006
7:31 PM
Well, I went to Becca's birthday bash last night. It was fun. I enjoyed myself, I really did. You know, until the stripper got there. See, I still remember the last time I was someplace with a stripper (anyone remember Stripwell's Leather from the old site at Devore?), and I had wanted to stick around for the stripper, but I had to go, because it is apparently illegal for any minors to be in the room/area a stripper is stripping in. I was disappointed at the time, a little, but I got over it, and I still enjoyed my night then. See, nobody there seemed to get that I really just didn't feel comfortable seeing a stripper as the only minor present at the shindig. Well, that, and the whole idea of it just made me feel uncomfortable. I tried finding all sorts of more legal and reasonable reasons behind not wanting to see the stripper, like the one I explained above, and even elaborated on it with "I don't know who'll get in trouble, Ashley and Brian or the stripper, and I love Ashley and Brian and I really don't want them to get in any legal trouble because they let a minor see a stripper." As it turned out, I would have felt really bad if the stripper got in trouble, too, because she really seemed like a nice woman--you know, probably the kind of woman who's stripping because she needs the tip money, and not for much else. Well, she did seem to enjoy herself, but anyway, I digress. I eventually sat in the front room of Ashley and Brian's (fucking kickass) apartment, wedged between Brad and Lisa, his sidekick, and watched the stripper do her thing with Becca, but it wasn't particularly by choice. Brad kept trying (along with just about *everyone* beforehand) to convince me that I'd be okay, that no one would check ID, and that since I'm just over two weeks away from being 18, it's not like it'd really matter, but I simply felt really uncomfortable being a minor in the room with a stripper when I know what the law is. So, after the stripper did her thing on/with Becca (of which the best part was the look on Becca's face :D), her manager announced that she (the stripper) would be giving 5 and 10 dollar lap-dances. Brad asked me if I was okay, I made a so-so motion with my hand, and then I said, "Well, I have no money for a lapdance, anyway, so I think I'll step outside." By that point (and I don't know if it was from nerves, being in that crowded space, or a bit of both), I was feeling a little sick, anyway, so I really wanted to get out of there before I puked and/or passed out. Brad came to check on me while I rested on a Lay-Z-Boy out on the patio area, and Becca came with him, surprisingly enough. She didn't really like the stripper, I guess. (The girl is like a little sister to me, and she's two weeks older than me. She's the reason I've started becoming maternal towards people older than me as well.... little quirk about me that I won't get into here.) Anyway, I was sitting there out on the patio, and people kept coming in and out, bothering me, and I was just trying to relax, and I knew it was getting late, so I was getting concerned, because I know that more often than not, my mind and body shuts down at 12:30. Now, I'm not talking about "Oh, it's 12:30, that's why I'm starting to feel kinda drowsy," I'm talking about "Oh, it's 12:29 and it's gonna be 12:30 in three seco--*SNOOOOORRRRRRRE*" So when I found out that it was 11:30-ish, and I knew that it would take about half an hour to get home, I found Brad and told him, point-blank, "We need to start heading home so I don't fall asleep while I'm driving." So fifteen minutes later, after we'd finally managed to get to say goodbye to everyone (and I managed to not see the stripper for most of the time, yay), we *finally* start leaving the apartment. We get caught for another five or so by Fabian and Justice, his new (kinda loopy) girlfriend, then *finally* get going (after I grabbed Brad's sleeve and started walking). Oh, and we got caught by Justin, as well (the giant of the Criers), but I didn't allow either of us to stay very long with him (that was when I grabbed Brad's sleeve and got going). The entire time, he kept saying that I wasn't going to fall asleep while I was driving, and I kept insisting that I would. Brad turned out to be right (the traffic on the 91 east (why there was traffic at 12:30 at night still confuses me.... I guess the 91 really *is* a crap freeway) helped to keep me more awake and alert than I thought), and we stopped at my house. Brad crashed here (I was the one who drove his car, as he got drunk at the party, in case you were wondering), and we hung out some today, but he wasn't feeling too well, so he had to leave around one-ish. I was amazed at how quickly the time flew by with him. We woke up around 8, and it seemed like no time at all had passed, and it was one. *sigh* Oh, and for the record, if anyone at that party is surprised when Brad and I get together when I'm 18 (because we *so* are), they deserve a kick in the balls. Probably from me. I made no secrets of my attraction towards him, and he made no secrets of how he's simply waiting for these next two weeks to be up before he does anything. If anyone's surprised, a kick. To the balls. Oh yes.
Anyway, that was last night. Not much happening today. I'm gonna get to work on that Latin American History unit, as we still lack internet, and I'm going to <3>_<
Anyways, I oughta do schoolwork and other productive, good things. Nyah. I think. Or something. I'm probably gonna hang with Becca tomorrow after my training for work. I still have all of Tuesday to clean the house before the parents get home. Well, I'll either hang with Becca or I'll kidnap Kiwi, Fiona, and Nichole so we can do the Mafia RP thing that I had to cancel on because of shit happening on Thursday. Yeah. Ciao.
~Chii-chan
)O(
28 June 2006
12:32 PM
Ugh. So I may be going to take a food handler's course tonight.... I need to so I can keep working for Scandia. It's not like I really *want* to keep working for them, but I have to. I mean, if I don't get the food handler's permit, then I'll get fired, and if I get fired, then I don't get money, and I need money. Granted, I don't think I'll be working for Scandia for much longer, not if I can help it, but still, I need to keep working with them for as long as I can. I suppose the main thing I hate about working there is the fact that I get the distinct feeling from most of the managers that they hate dealing with newbs like myself. Fellow employees, fellow grunts my age, they're all pretty cool, and are all really nice when I come in and ask questions that I know sound really stupid. However, the only manager that I get to interact with much (and I'm not sure if she's even a manager) that doesn't make me feel like an idiot when I ask questions is Sara. I suppose that's her job, though. I mean, she *is* a trainer. It wouldn't look good if the trainer made the trainees feel like idiots for asking questions. I still want to see about working for Hot Topic. I wonder if they're still hiring. *sigh* I mean, all I really want is to work for someplace cool, air-conditioned, and simple. Operating rides is a lot more difficult than you might think, but how difficult can ringing up clothes and putting them on racks be? Yeah, yeah, there's the inventory part, whatever. At least clothing stores are air-conditioned. I just really hate being made to feel like an idiot by those in charge. See, you'd think it'd be the other way around--that my peers would be the ones making me feel like an idiot, and the managers would be the ones to smooth things over, but no, the managers make me feel like I'm an idiot for not knowing certain things, especially on my first real day of work. Assholes. Besides, I want to settle into another, better job before it gets to be too late, and by "too late" I mean "not soon enough to be friends with my manager so I can ask to have my work schedule be worked around my school schedule when I go off to college". That's another big problem with Scandia, is their scheduling. They claim that they have too many employees to make individualized schedules. Bullshit. I've only seen one other location for Scandia, which gives them a grand total of two known locations. If a company like Stater Brothers, with a hell of a lot more than TWO locations, can work around their individual employee's personal schedules, then a company like Scandia can, too. Well, they *could*, if that level of control was down low enough. But it isn't. Probably, anyway. *sigh* It just ticks me off, kinda, that the last place I put in an application was the first place to call me back and give me an interview. I suppose it just doesn't feel right. I didn't even have to struggle to get the interview or anything. Every other place that I've gotten an interview at, I had to work for. I had to call them and call them and call them and keep my name at the top of the list and everything, and then, when I got an interview, it was a culmination of much effort. All I did at Scandia was fill out an application, have my time wasted, and BAM! I got hired. I suppose it's kinda frustrating. And I hate their schedule set-up. Apparently, everyone on the face of the planet is available a) anytime, day or night, weekdays or weekends, holidays or not, b) only from 5 PM on during the week and anytime on the weekend, or c) only on weekends and holidays. No fucking way anyone's a mix. I had to label myself as B, because that's the only blanket application that works for me, and you know what's worst about it? If I work a closing shift every time, that means I'll be up until 1 AM working during the week, and 2 AM on the weekends. My body shuts down (as mentioned in my previous blog) at 12:30. Not. Fun. *sigh* At least I have a job, though. I mean, that's the important thing, right? I have a job, and I enjoy it when I'm working. That surprised me greatly. When I was sitting there at the Tilt-A-Whirl, running it, I loved it. I had so much fun watching people enjoy themselves. I came up with different ways to do my little speech, and I had fun, and watching the people have fun made everything even better. I had kids come running back again and again because they wanted to keep riding it, and their smiles made it all worthwhile. Granted, when it took 20 minutes for the manager to come with someone to take over for me at the end of my shift, I was having a lot of trouble staying pleasant, but still, up until that point, I was loving it. The higher-ups there are the ones that suck, though. That's what I don't like.
Well, I'm gonna check the information for the food handler's course again, and see if I have $20 so I can take it. *twitch* Ugh. Maybe I'll chill with my friends afterwards, if I go. Hmmmm. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I'll call Yami and see what's up and if she wants to chill tonight, and then I'll grab Sammy-tha and maybe even Becca. Ahhhh.... there is a light at the end of the tunnel. W00.
Ciao for now,
~Chii-chan
)O(
