[29 Dec 2006 Friday]
I have my Bizet. All is right in the world.
So, just a general update on my life...
Christmas actually wasn't that horrible. See, my mother and stepfather procrastinated this year, so they had my wishlist for about two weeks before they started their Christmas shopping. o.o;; Subsequently, I got things that I actually ASKED for. My two favorite gifts that I got? Boots--super-sexy, real leather BOOTS--and a Bizet c.d.!!!! ^o^ I'm going to take it to work with me tonight--I'm pretty sure we have a c.d. player in the cotton candy booth, and if anyone wants to be offended by (some of the best, in my opinion) classical music, then they really need to get out more. If Scott (the owner of the Scandia franchise) says that I can't listen to it, well, then that's all the more reason to find me a new job. Speaking of which, I think one of my managers heard me bitching about my lack of hours as of late, because for many weeks, I was only getting about two days a week, and then I was getting the 5-close shifts, so I was getting 'round about 10-12 hours a week. A 16-hour week was a great week for hours. Anyway, I've been bitching about that (kinda), because 10-16 hours a week on minimum wage will hardly even pay my car insurance, let alone get me out of the house and on my own, like I've been hoping to achieve by May or June. So last week I had three days, and this week I got scheduled for five. I think someone told Vanessa that I was pissed about my lack of hours. The only problem is that with the whole "five days a week" bit, I have less time to find a better job. Oh well. That's what the internet's for, isn't it? :D (It's actually been suggested to me that I become a receptionist for a law firm or something. My only issue with that is that it'll keep me on my ass. : / Not looking forward to gaining weight...)
I saw Mykal on the 26th, after he called me (woke me up, but that's okay) on the 24th, basically asking me to be his roommate. I was out in Upland that day, hanging out with Sammy and Yami and Jaymes, and I asked all of them if Mykal had called them, and he hadn't. O.O So I'm the only one he called, asking for help. After never really seeing much of him for a few months, that was really out of the blue, for me, but also made me feel kinda good. Brother Dear asked his Sister for help, and only his Sister. Is it bad that knowing that kinda makes me puff my chest out with pride? Not even Jaymes and Robert (his "girlfriend" and "boyfriend", respectively) were asked by him. Well, anyway, we knew that he was going to be in Upland for Christmas, and I had gifts for him and wanted to see him and stuff, so I called my mom (on the 24th) and asked her if I could go out to Upland instead of Lancaster on Christmas. (I only asked because when she was talking to Auntie Carole and asked me if I was going to Lancaster, she made it sound like it was an option if I went or not.) First thing out of her mouth after I explain everything and ask? "Oh, so your FRIENDS are more important than your FAMILY now?" Groan. I'm sorry, but in cases like that, especially when she jumps down my throat instead of simply saying "I'd rather you went to Lancaster with us," I'm tempted to say, "Yes, Mom, my friends ARE more important, especially when we're talking about MYKAL, my best friend since the SECOND GRADE, who needs MY HELP and only asked ME to help him." Anyway, I was thinking of going out to Upland on the 25th anyway, but Josh managed to create enough drama in the house between 10 and 12 for one day, so I decided to just bite the bullet and go. I got to meet my cousin's baby (I call him my nephew, but he's technically my second cousin), Sean, and Uncle Mark's family wasn't there (they're usually what make the holidays up there so unbearable). It wasn't great, but it wasn't completely horrid either.
Yesterday, though, simply pissed me off. I went up to Brad's on the 21st for Yule and my first Pagan ritual (which was AMAZING), hung out until the evening, then went home. Brad left for Salinas on the morning of the 22nd, and didn't get home until the evening of the 26th. Mom, however, noticed that I had "100 extra miles" on my odometer (apparently), and said that they had only accumulated there between Christmas and the 27th. She then proceeded to try to get me to say that I had been up to Brad's between Christmas and the 27th, which I adamantly denied, because it wasn't true. I know she didn't believe me, and probably still doesn't. She spouts all this BS about trusting me and Mike, then turns and makes sure that we're under surveillence while she and Mark are gone on their trips, monitors the mileage on my odometer, and tries her damnedest to make me into a liar. Then she tries to tell me that all she does--what she tells me about Brad, why she restricts me from going to his place, why she monitors my mileage--is because she's trying to guide me away from making the same mistakes that she made. (Her so-called relationship advice so far--"if you must date an older man, at least date one who can buy you nice things and take you out to dinner" and "you should date a man who worships you the way Mark worships me" seems to translate to "Find yourself a Sugar Daddy that you can whip in no time flat"--only pisses me off. Whatever happened to "Can't buy me love", or loving someone simply because being in their presence or hearing their voice makes all the troubles of your day melt away? Why must I be spoiled and worshipped like some princess/goddess in order to be "loved"?) Anyway, she told me all that because I left a note for her, basically telling her to let me have complete freedom with my car, because I'm sick of her checking my mileage and trying to call me out as a liar simply because she doesn't like my boyfriend. Her stubbornness on that issue simply made me angry when I went to work, and I'm pretty sure that I'm coming down with something, too, because I only worked for five hours, but I was EXHAUSTED by the time 10:00 rolled around. I slept for about ten hours last night, when I'm usually fine after eight.
Sigh. Maybe all *isn't* right with the world. Hopefully it's nothing more Bizet can't fix.
Currently listening : Bizet: Carmen Suite; Petite Suite; L'Arlésienne Suite Nos. 1 & 2 By Georges Bizet Release date: By 10 August, 2004
I have my Bizet. All is right in the world.
So, just a general update on my life...
Christmas actually wasn't that horrible. See, my mother and stepfather procrastinated this year, so they had my wishlist for about two weeks before they started their Christmas shopping. o.o;; Subsequently, I got things that I actually ASKED for. My two favorite gifts that I got? Boots--super-sexy, real leather BOOTS--and a Bizet c.d.!!!! ^o^ I'm going to take it to work with me tonight--I'm pretty sure we have a c.d. player in the cotton candy booth, and if anyone wants to be offended by (some of the best, in my opinion) classical music, then they really need to get out more. If Scott (the owner of the Scandia franchise) says that I can't listen to it, well, then that's all the more reason to find me a new job. Speaking of which, I think one of my managers heard me bitching about my lack of hours as of late, because for many weeks, I was only getting about two days a week, and then I was getting the 5-close shifts, so I was getting 'round about 10-12 hours a week. A 16-hour week was a great week for hours. Anyway, I've been bitching about that (kinda), because 10-16 hours a week on minimum wage will hardly even pay my car insurance, let alone get me out of the house and on my own, like I've been hoping to achieve by May or June. So last week I had three days, and this week I got scheduled for five. I think someone told Vanessa that I was pissed about my lack of hours. The only problem is that with the whole "five days a week" bit, I have less time to find a better job. Oh well. That's what the internet's for, isn't it? :D (It's actually been suggested to me that I become a receptionist for a law firm or something. My only issue with that is that it'll keep me on my ass. : / Not looking forward to gaining weight...)
I saw Mykal on the 26th, after he called me (woke me up, but that's okay) on the 24th, basically asking me to be his roommate. I was out in Upland that day, hanging out with Sammy and Yami and Jaymes, and I asked all of them if Mykal had called them, and he hadn't. O.O So I'm the only one he called, asking for help. After never really seeing much of him for a few months, that was really out of the blue, for me, but also made me feel kinda good. Brother Dear asked his Sister for help, and only his Sister. Is it bad that knowing that kinda makes me puff my chest out with pride? Not even Jaymes and Robert (his "girlfriend" and "boyfriend", respectively) were asked by him. Well, anyway, we knew that he was going to be in Upland for Christmas, and I had gifts for him and wanted to see him and stuff, so I called my mom (on the 24th) and asked her if I could go out to Upland instead of Lancaster on Christmas. (I only asked because when she was talking to Auntie Carole and asked me if I was going to Lancaster, she made it sound like it was an option if I went or not.) First thing out of her mouth after I explain everything and ask? "Oh, so your FRIENDS are more important than your FAMILY now?" Groan. I'm sorry, but in cases like that, especially when she jumps down my throat instead of simply saying "I'd rather you went to Lancaster with us," I'm tempted to say, "Yes, Mom, my friends ARE more important, especially when we're talking about MYKAL, my best friend since the SECOND GRADE, who needs MY HELP and only asked ME to help him." Anyway, I was thinking of going out to Upland on the 25th anyway, but Josh managed to create enough drama in the house between 10 and 12 for one day, so I decided to just bite the bullet and go. I got to meet my cousin's baby (I call him my nephew, but he's technically my second cousin), Sean, and Uncle Mark's family wasn't there (they're usually what make the holidays up there so unbearable). It wasn't great, but it wasn't completely horrid either.
Yesterday, though, simply pissed me off. I went up to Brad's on the 21st for Yule and my first Pagan ritual (which was AMAZING), hung out until the evening, then went home. Brad left for Salinas on the morning of the 22nd, and didn't get home until the evening of the 26th. Mom, however, noticed that I had "100 extra miles" on my odometer (apparently), and said that they had only accumulated there between Christmas and the 27th. She then proceeded to try to get me to say that I had been up to Brad's between Christmas and the 27th, which I adamantly denied, because it wasn't true. I know she didn't believe me, and probably still doesn't. She spouts all this BS about trusting me and Mike, then turns and makes sure that we're under surveillence while she and Mark are gone on their trips, monitors the mileage on my odometer, and tries her damnedest to make me into a liar. Then she tries to tell me that all she does--what she tells me about Brad, why she restricts me from going to his place, why she monitors my mileage--is because she's trying to guide me away from making the same mistakes that she made. (Her so-called relationship advice so far--"if you must date an older man, at least date one who can buy you nice things and take you out to dinner" and "you should date a man who worships you the way Mark worships me" seems to translate to "Find yourself a Sugar Daddy that you can whip in no time flat"--only pisses me off. Whatever happened to "Can't buy me love", or loving someone simply because being in their presence or hearing their voice makes all the troubles of your day melt away? Why must I be spoiled and worshipped like some princess/goddess in order to be "loved"?) Anyway, she told me all that because I left a note for her, basically telling her to let me have complete freedom with my car, because I'm sick of her checking my mileage and trying to call me out as a liar simply because she doesn't like my boyfriend. Her stubbornness on that issue simply made me angry when I went to work, and I'm pretty sure that I'm coming down with something, too, because I only worked for five hours, but I was EXHAUSTED by the time 10:00 rolled around. I slept for about ten hours last night, when I'm usually fine after eight.
Sigh. Maybe all *isn't* right with the world. Hopefully it's nothing more Bizet can't fix.
Currently listening : Bizet: Carmen Suite; Petite Suite; L'Arlésienne Suite Nos. 1 & 2 By Georges Bizet Release date: By 10 August, 2004
