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1. To waste automobile gasoline.
2. To allow the General Manager to rag on the Shift Supervisors.
There are two things that prevent the second from being effective:
1. The inability to read.
2. The fact that NO ONE GIVES A FUCKING DAMN.
That said, let us now move on to a another delightful reliving of my day.
"I woke up at seven for this? You have got to be kidding me." I was muttering to myself as I yanked on the back door of Wanda's New Fashioned Burgers. The store would be open in a few minutes, and I was required to attend a manager meeting as soon as 8am rolled around. Never mind the fact that I didn't have to start work until 3pm that day. Nevermind the fact that I lived 1/2 and hour and a 1/4 tank of gas away. Nevermind the fact that this was a waste of sleep, time and finite resources. Whatever. Stupid ass Debra. I would dearly have loved strangling my boss at that moment.
Unfortunately, Shy took that moment to finally see me banging on the door. She skipped through the restaurant to open the door for me.
I sighed, "Thanks."
"Good morning Vega!" Perinially happy people are great friends...except at 8am.
"No it is not. Where is It?"
"Not here. Unless you're talking about Debra. She's in the back."
I referred quite often to both Kaz and Debra as 'it'. It was easier than explaining to either one of them how much I hated them. Especially at 8am. I hadn't even been able to stop at Swiss Bros Coffee before enduring the torture of a manager meeting.
I sighed and slid into a chair, "Well that's one favor at least."
Shy nodded and sat down next to me. Soon she launched into a telling of the night before where Yancy (Not-so-fondly referred to as Yelly Yappy Yancy in my head) had been terrified of the lightning storm that had swept through the Northern half of the state. It was likely the biggest lightning storm in 50 years. Don't check my facts, but it was BIG. Freaking awesome.
Apparently Yancy was scared shitless, running around and screaming in the store. You think Shy is exxagerating? You don't know Yancy. She is one of the silliest Hmong people I know. Matter of fact, she is beyond the silliest. She is the stupidest. One time she was late to work. While apologizing profusely she mentioned that she had locked herself INSIDE of her car.
After a minute or so Debra came waddling out, "Good morning Vega."
I barely resisted the urge to glare menacingly at her. This was one of those moments where I was wishing I was a vampire and could relieve my friends of this witch.
One by one the other managers came in and we were seated. Ching and Christina sat across from Shy and myself. Debra was at the table next to mine with Qa and Marina across from her. Any sane person would know how hated she was from the fact that there was only one seat left, the one next to Debra. And no one had sat there.
"Okay everyone," Debra said, "Let's get started!"
I pretty much tuned out everything at that point. I chewed my gum, sipped my water, and nodded at the right places in her speech. I wasn't the only one doodling rather than taking notes. For the millionth time in the last year I found myself fantasizing about the last General Manger, Robert. I could see myself falling at my knees before him, hugging his legs tightly and begging him not to leave me there with Debra.
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"Robert please! Please! You can't do this to us!"
"I have to Vega" He shook his head, "I don't want to be under Omar's fingers for the rest of my life. I have to get out, out of this town and out of California."
"But-but..."
"What?"
Someone punched me in the shoulder, "Vega! Psst! Vega!"
"Would you shut up I'm trying to tell Robert finally that I love him and he has to stay!!!"
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I opened my eyes to find Shy staring at me with wide eyes. Debra was still droning on so I guessed that I hadn't actually said anything from my dream. That was good. How embarrassing woud THAT have been?
Shy whispered really low, "What were you dreaming about?"
I shook my head and grinned, "Robert."
She grinned too and shot a hateful look at Debra.
Debra was reading from a paper that taught us how to serve the new Oriental Boneless Wings. You know, the one that we had all already read. Twice. She was stumbling over a particular word.
"Vol-uminium? Vomu..Volet- Vega!"
I snapped to awareness as she held out the paper to me.
"What is that word?"
I leaned over and examined the word for only half a second before saying, "Volumetric?"
Christina and I, the two who were English Majors were grinning while everyone else ducked their heads.
Debra, of course, acted as if she had not done anything stupid and proceeded to read the paper. Only a few seconds had passed before she said, " 'Apple sauce to' ..."
Christina looked up, "Apple sauce?"
I smiled, "I love apple sauce!"
Shy even pitched in, "That sounds good."
Debra shook her head, "Apple sauce to the wings. That doesn't make sense. Vega?" She held it out again, "That says apple sauce right?"
Again I leaned over. This time when I saw the word I could hear the roar of laughter in the back of my head building up to a near breaking point. I looked at the other managers as they stared at me. Then I looked at Debra and said quietly, "Apply sauce. The word is apply."
The pity you feel for a person when they make a fool of themself built up and I looked down. Unsure of whether to laugh or cry at the butchering of my language.
For the rest of the meeting Debra finished out the wings and then bitched us out for a number of things. I didn't listen, and it didn't matter. All I could hear was talk of apple sauce. Volumetric apple sauce.
That will never die for us Shift Supervisors. That will haunt Debra until she leaves us...maybe even beyond that time.
*Truth can be entirely a matter of opinion.
- Location:Apple sauce land
- Mood:
mischievous - Music:Matchbox 20
Totally untrue* stories that never happened I SWEAR, told in first person from the Point of View of Vega Starr.
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"Oh my God!" Sam's voice filtered up from the back and I didn't resist the urge to roll my eyes. What was it about all the Hmong girls I knew? Why were they all so loud?!
"Kaz ate all of your cherries!"
I frowned and looked toward Sam, "I don't have any cherries."
"No Vega! Not you! Ching!"
I looked the other way to see Ching standing behind me staring at Sam.
She didn't look surprised, just annoyed, "Again?" WIth that she followed Sam into the back room where Kaz was undoubtedly reveling in his crime.
I looked at Christina, another manager --
-(holy crap! There are SO many managers at this damn restaurant! I just realized that there are four of us shift supervisors working at this very moment, plus Kaz is here working on the ever-broken ice machine! There are only two regular employees on the clock!)-
--to find her shaking her head.
"Christina," I said slowly, "Is it my imagination, or are all of these people more insane than me?"
She smiled, "In many ways."
Suddenly Ching came walking from the back, her jaw was slightly dropped and she exclaimed, "Kaz ate everything! Even the seeds!"
I laughed and Christina said, "Did he even chew them? Or just swallow them whole?"
Ching shook her head, "I don't know! But I told him that he's going to be in trouble when those come out the other end! He's going to pee seeds!"
Christina burst out laughing and I closed my eyes in horror. First the mental image was terrible, but after that came the innuendos just pummeling my dirty mind. When I looked at Christina I could tell she was at about the same point that I was. Her laughter was so uncontrolled that she had begun to cry.
Unsure of whether to laugh or cry myself, I asked, "Do you think anyone realizes how horrible that sounds besides us?"
"No!" She managed to choke out before falling back against the counter.
Ching just kept repeating, blissfully unaware, how Kaz was going to leave all his seeds in the toilet.
The horror.
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*Truth is often a matter of perspective, mine may be a tad bit skewed.
- Location:Horrorville
- Music:Matchbox Tweny-Exile On Mainstream
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I sighed, looking at the clock as I thoroughly washed my hands. Five-thirty at night on a Friday, and I was stuck at work. What could be worse? Oh yeah, not having any hours for the week. Sorry, I forgot....again.
I strode up the main line at Wanda's New Fashioned Burgers with swift purposeful strides. When I reached the front counter I waited for the register to click over to 17:30. Then I got bored and clocked in a minute early. Feeling very aware of my pastel shirt (rather than jewel tone) and my shiny gold-plated name tag I turned to the nearest employee.
She was a perky 17 year old with wavy blonde hair. Her attitude was always bright, even if her mind wasn't, "Oh! No!"
"Well get on that, then make sure the condiment stand is stocked and beautiful, k?"
She smiled and nodded, bouncing off to do that. I shook my head with a fond smile and turned to the other people on the line. Suddenly the gold-plating on my name tag seemed to chip and shatter, leaving just the hollow, lying words "Vega Starr- Shift Supervisor". My GM (general manager) stood looking way up at me. Exact calculations have not been performed, but I'm nearly sure she is shorter than an Oompa Lumpa.
Do you remember that part in Willy Wonka where the bratty little girl eats the Gobstopper and proceeds to turn into a giant obnoxious blueberry? Meet Debra. My manager. Make her shorter and less blue and WAHLAA! THAR SHE BLOW CAP'N!
Inwardly I sighed, "Good morning Debra."
She didn't even blink when I said morning, these people are faaarrr to used to me, "Good morning Vega."
That was pretty much the extent of it. After that I put on some nasty plastic gloves you know the kind with that really weird powder that coats EVERYTHING? Then you end up wearing them too long and you sweat and the sweat and powder mixes and makes this really gross paste...yeah, welcome.
I hoped over to the sandwich station ready to work hard.
Unfortunately for that plan, it was incredibly slow. Dinner hour on a Friday night....if it stayed that slow the night was going to be hell. There are two Hmong guys who I work with are very good friends. They do everything at work together, they're even usually on the same position. I call them the twins. They're really nice guys, just a little weird sometimes.
Well, Twin1 was on the sandwich station too tonight, but Twin2 had not showed up yet. Finally the headsets on our ears dinged to signal that a car had entered the drive thru. Ching, a Hmong girl who was also a manager like me, started taking the order. Before we knew it 8 chicken sandwiches and 2 bacon cheeseburgers had been ordered.
Twin1 said, "I got the chickens!"
As I reached for the buns I scoffed, "What? Since I'm a girl I can't d more than 2 sandwiches at a time?"
He grinned, knowing I was just messing around, "Yeah."
My eyes narrowed to counter where I noticed he had only grabbed four buns, "Fine! I'll just do the bacons AND the rest of your chickens!" I had six buns down in no time and was speeding through my sandwiches. Before he even finished his chicken sandwiches I was wrapping my six.
"What now?! I ain't gonna be nice to you anymore! These gloves are off! You can't touch this!" I finished my sandwiches before he did and held up my hands like "What now?!"
He shrugged, "That's okay, I like my girls fiesty."
My jaw dropped as he chuckled and walked off.
~~~Later~~~
So I've been trying really hard to be nice to Kaz, the middle eastern Assistant manager (who also happens to be related to our owner). I'm not trying to be nice because I like him or because I feel bad for treating him poorly, but lately he's been getting really on edge and writing people up for nothing.
Let's face it, I'm only a regular employee dressed up like a manager when he's around, so he'll write me up just as quick as anyone else. It's difficult for me to kiss up to people I don't like, so I get pretty quiet when I can't think of anything to say. Well, everyone else still picks on him just the same (he is a REALLY easy target).
So I was cleaning the ice cream mixer when Tiffy started in on Kaz's train of self-esteem destruction. They started bickering very unprofessionally right there on the front line.
"Children!" I said louldy, "Please stop fighting! Take it to the walk-in!"
TIffy gaped, "But no one will hear me scream there!"
I grinned, "Exactly. No one will hear either one of you scream there."
He straightened indignantly and pointed to the dining room, "Okay you know want Tiffy, wipe down the garbage cans, menu boards, condiment stands and bathrooms. Right now."
She sauntered off, still smiling.
For the rest of the night Kaz gave everyone extra jobs to do and was generally in a pissy mood. But I think it was worth it, just to hear little Tiffy say that.
- Location:My Mind
- Mood:
In Yo Face! - Music:Breaking Ben
...I really don't know what the point of this post was other than that.
I kind of felt like my LJ was rotting and needed som luvin. So Ima tell people to get their arses on over here and take a look at it. Ima also going to start posting little short stories, likely based in real life but told from the POV of Vega. She's an imaginary friend of mine...the kind of person I sometimes wish I could be.
Updates in life?
Work: At Wendys, shift supervisor, love the employees, don't mind the work, want to destroy my boss....want a new job. (actually no job and plenty of money would be great)
School: Doing freaking fantastic. Passed German with flying colors, and got an idea for an interesting character out of the whole thing. Working on the school paper was disastrous simply in the fact that they are so disorganized and retarded. Gave me a pounding headache every single day, I'm not doing that again. I did get to write a column though, and that was a ton of fun. I also found out I'm no good at newswriting...I can't keep my personality out of my writing.
Friends: Umm, mostly the people at work and a few online. I love them and they're pretty much the only social stimulation I require. Love Chey! You rock buddy! My coworkers are all pretty fantastic though.
Family: Not much new here. Still waiting for the boys to settle down. Mum n Dad are mostly the same. Mum keeps going a little insane when she gets stressed, Dad is working too hard and I wish he wouldn't.
Writing: Going very very well. Submerged In Darkness is going through one last look over (I know, it's like the fifth one) but I'm getting ready to sign up with Author House to self publish it. It's going to cost me an arm and a leg, but I want to do it right. Tears You Apart is about 70 pages complete so far, the muse seems strong. I'm having so much fun working with Hadrian and Aubri. And they finally told me what's going on! Lol, I hate it when my characters hold out on details. Weaken the Knees is postponed for the moment, because Rene is being a pain in my ass. Shadows On the Wall needs to be revised...but I hate that story. I really do, it's my least favorite of all the books I've written. Ironically enough, it's my fans' favorite. I don't know why.
That's all for now. Keep an eye out for the first part of "Stories of Vega". Which, *wink/nudge* are completely fictitious and cannot be at all related to my own life or issues or annoyances...OF COURSE!
- Location:Genocide
- Mood:
alive - Music:Really loving Muse and Coldplay right now
Dear God,
I know that you think Al Gore and all those other Global Warming Scare Tactic people out there need a serious set down, but really God, must it impact my work schedule so horribly? I need these shifts at work! I can't keep calling in because it's SNOWING. I mean, for the love of monkeys, this has got to be the fifth or sixth time this winter that it has snowed! When we moved up here they said, "Oh ya know, it snows like maybe once a year...and only a couple inches." WTF?! 4 inches every two days is not what they said! I know we need to fill the lake back up, but I would think rain would do the job just fine.
If you think about it, rain is much more efficient than snow. It comes, it pours, it stops and moves on, all inside of a day or two. With the snow, it comes, it falls, it falls, it keeps falling, it falls some more, it sticks to the ground, it falls some more...and then it leaves...then it comes back again, and it falls, and it falls...
I could go on and on about how awful snow is. For example, my truck is now sitting in the parking lot of the Sugar Pine Saloon cause we couldn't even make it to Hubeebs, let alone the Post Office.
How much snow and ice and sleet across the country does it take to convince those idiot global warming people that IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! Global warming is a JOKE. Look outside my window! It's looking like that for the past week and a half. It also snowed two days after Christmas, and just after the New Year. Listen up, GLOBAL WARMING DOES NOT EXIST.
There are natural contours in the temperatures and weather throughout the history of Earth. Sometimes the temperatures go up, sometimes they go down. Sometimes they are nicely moderate (so types my stiff frozen fingers). Temperature variation is a natural process in the cycle of life and we all must learn to deal with it rather than pissing off God and forcing him to drop Hell-sized bucket loads of snow ALL OVER the country (And China for that matter).
Global warming activists: This is ridiculous! Admit defeat! There is already a guy in Russian starting to preach Global cooling. You're all full of pooey. Now, tell God you're sorry for not trusting him and ask him nicely and respectfully to hold off the damn snow until my days off! Cause I need money dammit! I need to stop missing work!
With all the love in my cold frostbitten heart,
Shannon A Hiner
PS. Thanks for always listening God.
PSS. I would have been clocking into work in 3 minutes...
- Location:The office
- Mood:
aggravated
Oy. Mmmk, so, highlights?
Mom's Birthday.
Jeff Up.
Jeremy Up.
Got lost taking Jeremy home.
Dad's Birthday.
Went to work.
Saw National Treasure.
Saw Harry Potter #800 (6 I think)
Saw Stranger Than Fiction again. Bought it too.
Christmas Eve Mass.
Christmas Morning! Woooo!
Christmas Bonfire
Christmas Dinner.
Went to work again.
Erene Up.
Saw Stardust (loved it)
Finished 2 rather large books.
Got lots of snow.
Introduced Caius to snow. He loved it.
Danced in falling snow.
Slipped and hurt my knees quite badly.
Learned how to take snow chains off the van.
Lost Cell Phone for 16 hours.
Saw Pride & Prejudice again.
Saw The Nativity (well done!)
Bought Scoop.
Applied for job at Applebees.
Power went out 5 times.
Couldn't hook up the internet on my computer last night :(
Pissed off Steph.
And that's only what I can think of right now. There was a ton of stuff. I'm all worn out now. Last night we kept losing the power so I couldn't get online, and I couldn't find my cell phone (the couch ate it) for the longest time. It was lonely. Mathew McFayden kept me company. I think I'll make him my new obsession.
- Mood:
satisfied - Music:Pride & Prejudice Soundtrack
> I don't believe you should swear by Jesus if you don't believe in him...it seems kinda pointless. I mean, either he's not there and you're talking to yourself or he is and you're acknowledging someone that you've publicly claimed has no relevance.
As far the Military eating you friends, obviously they are better off in the US Military than with some 13 year old Brit who thinks friendships comprise of online drama wars and being friends with anyone who lets you in their pants. I don't think I would want to be friends with any of your friends because honestly, that would only make them drama whores-in every sense of the phrase.
If we are nutcases, at least we are happy in our beliefs and do not find it necessary to rag on others' beliefs. Most genius' are not appreciated or even widely known until they are dead, but I feel confident that we do not need your earthly praise in order to feel good about ourselves.
I want you to know Mike, Arkh, that we do care about you. We wish you could find a way to understand our side as well. I will be sure to pray heavily on your behalf, I fear it will take every ounce of my faith to save you. Fortunately, I have quite a bit of faith. <
Just for the record, I wrote that with a patient, loving smile on my face the whole time with only the best of thoughts. I wish you could feel the warmth in my soul right now. It feels good. Like a smile on a baby's face, or the caring look your grandmother gives you, or a bear hug from your big brother. It seems to say to me, "Shannon, you've just taken the Scripture read in church today, and you've used to for the betterment of humanity." It's a strange feeling all in all, considering I generally struggle with that area of responsibility.
I would just like to take this moment and bow a little, *bows* And say:
Damn, will I ever know why I liked you in the first place? I guess it was because you're just a better person on the surface than you are under the skin. Ahh well. You were a great learning experience. And I think I healed a little from my previous hurts. So, thank you, thank you very much for everything. But I think we're done.
Fin.
- Mood:
content - Music:None
- Mood: Tired, but happy
- Music:Jewel~Deep Water
If you don't know how to translate that into 2007, I have recently been able to write two new pieces of poetry. It has been too long since I have been able to put pen to paper, or finger to keyboard as the case often is.
I may only hope that I will now recieve some sort of inspiration on Tears You Apart, and possibly finish my next book, so that I may work on Weaken The Knees, Remember When It Rained, and the sequel to Shadows of Darkness (Glimmers of Light). And after that? Well, I suppose I must wait to see if there are any more tales to be told in the Immortal Horizon series. I would be interested in a story for Melchior. Maybe him as a human. I feel I should also do a story from a Madrassi point of view, but the European vampires are so boring...I much prefer my fiesty little Americans. I suppose I feel much the same as Angela Estrada does, the Euro-vamps rely too much on pomp and circumstance. For now though, I must see dearest Hadrian through his own crisis. I'm going to kick Aubri in the head though, she is simply NOT cooperating. She would get along well with Alexandra from Emerald Eyes :P
Mmmm, Vergil...I miss him. Maybe he should pop up in the Immortal Horizons series. I mean, it's not as if Emerald Eyes, Sapphire Fate and Ruby Revenge didn't take place in the same world...they were just in the East. *has just had an epiphany* That's why I don't want to work with the Euro-vamps! Rafael is over there and he's just a dick! Wow, it all makes so much more sense now...
Well, rather than ramble incessantly about my books and characters I must just simply ask anyone who reads this to pray (or cross your fingers and hope) that I can find some sort of path of inspiration for Tears You Apart. I don't want it to wait on the shelf like Remember When It Rained. They're both such good ideas that I just cannot seem to write...And Weaken The Knees is calling...Fricking Rene.
- Mood:
creative - Music:Evanescence~Lies
The sunset as I drive home from work every night.
Talking to My Brit into the wee hours of the night.
Remembering back to 4-H camp when I was a counselor. I miss my Pretties
Thinking of first dance I ever danced at and how much of a blast I actually had.
A shoutout to Chad: Thank you so much for making that dance THAT much fun. Honestly, it wouldn't have been half as good if you hadn't been there. Also, I'm sorry I didn't pay more attention to your flirting...I was sort of hung up on Patrick who was a cowboy dude, and you know that's hot. Okay, maybe you don't, but lemme tell you; it is. Anywho, you were too short at the time. Get taller Chad! But anywho, your constant flirting was very cute and I only wish I hadn't been too stunned by the thought that you were 'into me' to respond in kind.
Those happy/sad songs you hear every once in a while. You know, the ones that are so happy they bring you to tears and it seems like the singer's heart is breaking open with the amount of happiness they feel.
Sitting out in the horse stall with Reno and being chewed on. Sick? I think not!
When Steph purposely tries to make me smile by doing something outrageous.
Sleeping. I'm not kidding, apparently I smile while sleeping. I'm told that it's creepy.
Professional church choirs singing on a Sunday morning. There is nothing more soothing.
Driving my truck around town with my sunglasses on, my stereo blasting Z ROCK 106.7 FM, with the windows down and my normal apathetic look. You can tell a man's metal by how he reacts. They'll either look horified, terrified, or entirely enticed ;) I love it.
Visits from my best friend.
Sharpening my wit on my brothers and seeing their amazed looks that I can actually defend myself now.
Recieving a hug from one of my brothers in the form of a banshee yell and 'knock your lights out' side clobber and lift off the ground...best accompanied by a 'Shannon-scream' from me and indignant attempts to get them off and then a sigh and overzealous return of the hug until they're so grossed out they leave me alone. It's fun.
Talking seriously about putting glue on Steph's dog's tongue while he's sleeping.
Playing in the sand.
Talking to elderly people.
Writing sappy/mushy scenes in my stories. I live for those moments.
Pining after a guy for a few months, then moving on and no longer caring...it never fails to make them start staring at you. Hard to get anyone? Sorry J*sh, impossible at this point.
Being asked for advice by a person who tends to look down on me.
Staring out over the ocean.
Staring at the sky at night and dreaming of being somewhere else, or with someone...
Singing (mocking) sad songs at the top of my lungs in the middle of the fair with Steph.
Sitting in the forest as quiet as I can be, and just thinking.
Debating when I know I can win.
Thinking of the days I enjoyed with Brandon at school. All the fun we had, the silly things we did. Despite how it ended, those are some of my best memories. Tickle wars, laying on the stairs, laying on the bus, leaning on each other, warm hugs, dancing to mariachi music, running Austin ragged, and better than anything else? Smiling at each other. Just smiling.
Remembering having fashion shows with our American Girl dolls when we were just 11. Hope to hear from you again someday Michelle.
Telling Ray & Naoma for the first time that I had a boyfriend. And seeing Naoma's shocked look when I mentioned he lives in England.
"How did you manage THAT?"
"I'm just that good."
"Pssh, I'm serious."
"...Thanks a lot Naoma."
Writing a good piece of poetry.
Thinking about things that make me smile...for some reason I just start to smile a little.
- Mood:
Smiling - Music:The Offspring~Pretty Fly
- Mood:
Still Dead Tired - Music:Matchbox 20~ Lonely (Back To Good)
You know, sometimes (like now) I feel really pathetic. I go through my infinitesimal life believing that every drama played out on my stage will be the biggest ever to appear on anyone's stage. It's like the neon "OPEN" signs in the shops downtown, everyone has them, but somehow each shop owner thinks his or hers is the BEST. I looked at the calender today and realized that in the last tree weeks (or 20 days to be exact) I have gone through at least three dramas that I somehow believed would change my entire existence. Now, is this a case of "My life is like WOAH Extreme" ? Or, am I just a teenage girl? I can't blame this on PMS loves, that's only one and a half weeks out of each month. I'm guessing I'm just a teenage girl, and I will be for another couple years. But honestly, I feel really pathetic. Especially since I know that in a couple of days I'll be on and starting a new drama that will be absolutely earth shattering.
Anne of Green Gables anyone? Ever since I read those books the number of italics I use has gone way up. If you haven't read the books, at least read the first one. Guy or girl, it's good...Plus, you may just understand me a little better ;)
Anyways, back onto subject, I feel pathetic for slipping into the stereotypical teenage girl model. I am not typical...at least, I really don't want to be. I don't want to freak out over my best friend breaking up with her boyfriend, my dog being close to death, my job REALLY sucking, or getting into a fight with My Brit. I don't want to drive home at night singing along to sad songs (I sing along with everything, but sometimes I seek the sad ones) and wiping tears away. I Don't Want To Be So Emotional. But how the devil am I too stop such behavior? Is it possible to beat the norm? Possible to truly be unique, without changing myself entirely? Or must I simply go along with my stereotype and freak out over the slightest thing and act like the world is ending?
A REMINDER TO ME: People Not Responding To You On MSN Messenger Does Not Mean 1) They Hate You 2) They're Slitting Their Wrists 3) You Said Something Bad/Stupid/Offensive-they always respond when you do 4) That You Should Stress Out For The Rest Of The Night
Comments welcome....
- Mood:
Dead Tired - Music:Avril Lavigne~Girlfriend-Sometimes I hate you Steph :P
- Mood:
crushed - Music:JT~Cry Me A River-Why did you give this to me Steph?
Okay, so I'm feeling better this afternoon. My trusty psychiatrist (aka Darkie-yo) has done what she can to sort out my personal life, as I have done for her. Now, we must simply let the chips fall where they will. Mr Muse was no where insight, AGAIN. Why is he hiding?! This is three weeks now! Oy, he must know about you know who. Anywho ;) I hope to seem him next week, if I do not I shall simply give up all hopes and concentrate on other things, like hoping my finals went well!
Updates:
Finals are on Wednesday, the 23rd.
American Idol Finale is the 23rd as well.
And Oh my GOD! Did you know the Numa Numa Dance (Dragonstea Din Tei) is a LOVE SONG?! Neither did I! Somehow, I love it even more now! http://www.catteacorner.com/dragosteadin
- Mood:
dorky - Music:Stunt~Raindrops
- Mood:
gloomy - Music:Danzik~Mother
| Shannon's Past Lives | ||||||
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| 936 BC: Crazy Heretic | ||||||
| 1021 AD: A pirate | ||||||
| 1919 AD: A rum runner | ||||||
- Mood: tired
- Music:Matchbox 20~Long Day
I'm sorry honey, you're great, cool, modern, cute, and musically appealing...but you have no chance up against Melinda and Jordin. And Ryan, would you please STFU? Seriously? Picking fights with Simon is just annoying and it doesn't make the show any more interesting. Simon, though I have wondered myself whether or not Ryan is drunk while doing this show, I don't think that was quite appropriate. I do agree with you though. Paula, you picked a horrid song for Blake, why are you here again? Randy, please stop doing ego boosters for yourself (I worked with Whitney Houston omg I'm so special please like me bow to me I'm cool yo yo dog check it out) and get a new line or 20. I'm really really really really really really really really REALLY tired of hearing "Yo dawg, check it out. I mean check it out. Yo, You BROUGHT it. Yo, that was hawt! I'm likin' it!" Honestly, who let you pass the third grade? Simon, VERY nice song choice for Jordin! I don't generally like that genre, but I think I like everything she sings
...I especially that last one that Jordin did, what was it? That's right, I Who Have Nothing originally by Shirley Bassey. I had never heard that song before she first performed it a few weeks ago, but lemme tell you. I fricken love it now. That's the one that Simon said was good but it "made me want to jump off a bridge" or some such nonsense. (http://grouper.com/video/MediaDetails.as
Simon dear, no matter how many people want you to, please don't...you're the only judge I can depend on to tell the truth at least SOME of the time. And, just to mention: you don't clap stupidly, you have a vocabularly that consists of more than 50 words, and you're relevant. I thank you good sir.
My complaints on Melinda Doolittle: She's boring. You can expect the same thing from her every week. She has two types of songs, "Oh Pity Me I'm Nothing" and "Oh Look at me I ROCK". I'm sorry, but she's good enough that she's not nothing and she's shy enough she doesn't rock. Especially not in caps lock. Overall, I think she's a fabulous singer, but not a very good performer. I also, quite honestly, would not buy a CD made by her.
Now, Jordin, I would buy a CD from. Oh yes, I would. Two maybe.
My predictions:
Gone this week: Blake Lewis
Ending performance: So good we all cry and wish we had voted more. Jordin will bawl, as always the poor dear. And Melinda MIGHT, just MIGHT, show something other than utter surprise that she's still on the stage. Ryan will be annoying and there will be too many commercial breaks. Ryan will ask the judges who is going home, Randy will reply vaguely "I dunno dude, I dunno, it's a tough decision. But Check It Out, they all have done SO good, and should be so HAPPY to be here. You all BROUGHT it." Paula: "I agree with Randy, these three have all done such a fantastic job and I don't know whose is going home, but whoever [should be whom, but she won't say it right] is, you've done such a great job and you should be so proud of yourself <insert retarded clapping here>" Simon: "Blake. Honestly, this is just as far as you can make it."
Finale Predictions: Jordin Sparks should win it, but she won't. Instead, it will boringly given to Melinda and I will get angry again and declare that I won't watch another episode. Everyone will cry like mad, including myself. Hopefully they'll get Chris Daughtry to perform and my broken heart will be quickly mended.
Next Season Predictions: As AI moves farther and farther away from the importance of the contestants, we will all care less and less because who actually wants to see bands long dead, Gwen Stefani, and Akon perform on American Idol? And who honestly wants to see Josh Groban, Rascal Flatts, and Pink lower themselves to that? I sure as hell don't. But since there's nothing else to do when I get off work, I'll continue to watch and give you these annoying updates.
Television WithOut Pity (TWOP)! Watch out! I'm aiming for you!
- Mood: satisfied
The song is self explanatory. If you don't get it, too bad. :P
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- Location:Butte College
- Mood: Good
- Music:Barlow Girl~Never Alone
In recent news, I'm really tired of MSN messenger. It ALWAYS craps out on me! WHY?! Grr...The problem is, I highly prefer it (when it's working) to any other messaging system..but oh well. C'est la vie...there is no hope for something better. Maybe my computer has a bug and that's why it's not working...*shrugs* At least I can bug my Brit on YIM...*runs off to annoy him*
- Mood:
apathetic - Music:The Widow of Loch Lemond (Best of Celtic CD)
Speaking of which...
I really need to stop wearing sweat jackets in the summer. California is NOT a good place to where a sweat jacket in the summer. Especially a black one. Why are all my clothes black? What?! Am I just asking to melt?!
List of things to stop wearing in the summer:
1. Sweat jackets
2. Black Jeans
3. Black shirts
4. Black shoes
5. Hair down
Crap...now I'm going to be naked at school. Anyone want to donate so that I can buy some new clothes? Hmm? Hmm? You know you want to.
I blame this all on Vermont and the unfortunate years I spent "living" there. The cold and I don't get along, but I don't know how to properly interact with the warm. Or, in the case of California, the blazing hot. I'm so glad we don't live in Arizona. *shudders*
Anyways, about the hair, now I just have to wait until I move out so the parentals don't freak. He hee...I can almost see their faces. I don't think I'll tell them about the contacts when I finally get them, just wait for the looks. This will be awesome
- Mood:
Looking Forward
