"I just don't know what to do with myself!" screamed Jack White

And I agreed whole-heartedly. I really DON'T know what to do with myself. Yeah, I have that list, but...most of that isn't stuff that I actually NEED to do. Now that I got accepted I don't have to obsess over that or think about other colleges, but I can't really focus on planning FOR college yet because right now I don't have the slightest clue as to what the hell I need. And since I have no homework...there's absolutely NOTHING presenting itself for me to stress over. I feel like I should be actively searching it out. Must...replace...void...

I'd hate myself if I found a replacement stress source. I know I'm going to start stressing out about leaving soon, so if I knew what was good for me I'd be enjoying this more right now. But we all already know that I don't know what's good for me.

THINGS I WANT TO ACCOMPLISH TONIGHT:
1) clean room
2) talk to Unc about laptop
3) talk to Unc about senior trip
4) rotate futon mattress

Tomorrow I have to return that necklace, fill out the FAFSA, and hopefully buy new pants at Old Navy before going off to work. I also have to tell SLAM that I'm working till close and we can't go see a movie. I tried to call him today, but his cellphone must be dead or M.I.A. How me-esque. (Come to think of it....where IS my cell? Ohhhhh, in my CAAAAAR. That's useful.)

Well, there are a few things I KNOW I want to get done for college. I'm in a list-y mood, so here goes:

1) get new cellphone. Possibly switch to verizon. I want a plan that has free long distance and free text messaging.
2) Decide whether or not I want the stuff that allows you to turn your laptop into a desktop. That docking bay thingie. It might make it easier to watch movies on, so perhaps I should. Also, do I want a printer? I bet I do. HMMMM.
3) MINI-FRIDGE.
4) Bean bags. Black satin sheets. Lots of pillows. (ok, ok. Those are for my room. Well, not the bean bags.)
5) Give me back my fucking BOOKSHELF, Fam. Your taxes are not worthy of filling its space.
6) That was unrelated.

And what EVER shall I buy with my "end of the year" money?

1) Serial Experiments Lain perfect collection
2) Those cool contact lenses ::insert satanic smile::
3) $100 worth of CDs

Be proud of me. That's only $500 worth of stuff. I originally had planned to blow $1000.

Hey. So, my birthday is evidently less than a month away, right? Well, I think I wanna rent out a big room in a restaurant and have lots of people come and eat food and maybe we can play some games, what. I dunno where I wanna go, tho. Pizza is a no-no, and lots of mexican or chinese in one room might prove to be a bad thing. LOL! The Einstein's up in Old Orchard has a conference room they rent out! But no, I want a night-time type place with real food. Unc has had a few "large banquets" ((crap)) in his day, perhaps I should consult with him.

::enter Wren. Unc sitting on couch in blanket staring at tv.::
Wren: "Hey, unc?"
Unc: "hmmmmmm?"
Wren: "So, birthday dinner."
Unc: ::grunt::
Wren: "Ideas?"
Unc: "huh?"
::exit Wren in huffy manner::

It's probably not worth making the effort, really. It all depends on his mood. Sometimes he feels like getting all into it and being helpful, other times I think I catch him when he's attempting to meditate as a vegetable. People don't get all help-y to others who have obstructed their Flow.

I think I'm gonna go fill out that F-ing FAFSA form right now. This entry is getting more pointless by the letter, and I don't see things going uphill anytime soon.

Why's the rum gone Basement Jaxx rules

Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free, free
Your body, your body with me

I want to undress you
Wanna caress you,
Don`t wanna be coy
It's time to get me off

Come on baby, thrust me, trust me, get me off
You're my poison and I cannot get enough

Get me off
Get me off
You got to get me off!

I want to undress you
Wanna caress you,
Don`t wanna be coy
It's time to get me off

I want to undress you
Wanna caress you,
Don`t wanna be coy
It's time to get me off

Come on baby, thrust me, trust me, get me off
You're my poison and I cannot get enough (take it)

Come on baby, thrust me, trust me, get me off
You're my poison and I cannot get enough

Get me off

Who caught the Chicago reference on the 12th?

GOOD NEWS!! READ, READ!!!!

ommigodommigodommigodommigodommigodommigodommigodommigodommigodommigod!!!!!!

Aight, I am now sane and composed enough to talk. It's the fifteenth, guys. And at 6:20 this morning I logged onto the Puget Sound website. And you all were proven right. I'm in. I got accepted. I cannot express the complexity of my emotions in type.

And now I have a ton of other things to plan.

TODO LIST FOR THE WEEKEND:
1) Finish Rose's pres-net
2) Return necklace
3) Sleep
4) Library Books need to go home
5) Spend gift certificates
6) Clean room and Feng shui-tize it with my new book. (::I hate me:: LOL)
7) Create and order laptop
8) Car. Something. ANYTHING. As long as the interior changes. Good grief.
9) Oh. And, uh...figure out what that flashing warning light on my dashboard is trying to tell me.

Went to the city museum with Ms. Batgirl today. Rose, have you ever considered shopping for your hat there? You should check it out, yo. They's got tons. Anyway. We had a smashing time and I didn't get stuck anywhere this time around. I did, however, make my head bleed. Well, I assume so, cuz I have a scab now. Whatevah.


Ah. Time to go let four days sans h/w seep in. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

The road to Hell is paved with the bleeding corpses of those you killed to realize your dream Griffith-san, desu ne?

I feel very optimistic today. Finals are almost over. Tomorrow I can stop freaking out and annoying everyone about college (i.e. move on and start fully freaking out about leaving all you guys.) It will be interesting tomorrow. Between finding out if I got in and going to the City Museum, I think I'm gonna be a nervous wreck. Or at least verrrr high-strung.

I'm so relaxed. I came home and felt kind of nasty and gross for the second day running so I hopped in the shower with me downtempo playing in the BG. I shaved and did all that girly, dumb stuff like plucking my eyebrows. I hate doing it, but I always feel so much TIDIER afterwards. I also took pity on my hair and conditioned it because it was looking pretty fried. So here I am, all relaxed and smell-good. And now I have to go mmze the last three lines of hiragana for the final tomorrow.

My New Mantra

"If I can make it until Thursday at three when the mail arrives, I will be sane forevermore."

Le first day de finales reales.

Well. Sort of. Argh, lost all will to write.

.::EDIT 3:16 PM::.

Well, after a lot of reading and a short nap which was interrupted quite oddly by a phone call asking for Rose's whereabouts I feel ready to tackle the massive amounts of studying in store for me. Though allow me to mention in passing that the Heavenly Body's bodyfriend's voice is odd and unlike him over the phone. Nicer, maybe? Not calling him un-nice!!! I have no idea how to explain it, but I'm not sure I'm happy I got woken up.

Where is Rose, anyway? It seems like she's forgotten every plan she made originally today. It's ok, cuz I didn't really have time to hang out with her anyway. Plus, I am not about to get upset about previously-made plans.

The blog fever has spread. Now SK has one. What have I done?!! LOL...yes. I have shown a good and obnoxious thing to the world. Of course. What else would I be good for?

Now to the original topic that I clicked the damn link to type about in the first place:
As Rose was putting half of an amazing, 1/3 potency rum cake into my back seat today, she said something that struck me as very fitting about my car. "Is it just me, or is the trash receding?"

It was the "receding" part that got me. It was like in that one little word she had summed up the fact that my car has a mind of its own, and I have no control over it. The trash creeps out its tendrils, takes over, then recedes, fades...yet it always returns. And what the hell is up with the dashboard? I dust that bastard weekly. It really amazes me.

BooDAWG!! (Don't ask.)

Well, I think I did simply smashingly on all of my tests today. Though my hand is sore from too much writing. Geez, it's US History AP all over again. ((Never look back!!!))

Hmmmm. I have to work tonight, so I desperately need to be studying for my math final tomorrow AM, but I also desperately need a break. The sad thing is, I also desperately need money, so I can't not go in. Yes, I'm desperate, ok? Shut up already. XP

Ok, ok. I also admit to feeling pretty confident about how I'll do tomorrow. All I really have to do is take notes and learn how to do one type of problem. I'm all good for the rest. But...my Reg final....that's another story. I really should have taken notes, you know? But that's ok, I'll just suck it up and get what I deserve. Speaking of, that Peg paper I did the night before/ the day of? Got a B. LOL. I didn't expect such niceness. I also got a B on my math test, which is as I expected. B's in math are good for me. I usually get high C's. =( My one weakness. Heh. Besides soda. And the list goes on. My one weakness.

Also, I hear from Biker that the ASSt. final is incredible hard. Plus I have no more of the worksheets we need. I fucked myself over in that class. I am such a dumbass sometimes (for some reason I just typed "dumbass" as dambadd )...

Alright. I should go do something else that may evolve into studying/ changing for work/ cleaning my room....

fuck me.

.::EDIT::.
Wait, one more thing. I was standing in the kitchen carving up a chicken for dinner when in walks my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage making myself a sandwich and wondering about that odd sucking noise coming from behind me. I then realize that it's Mini-Fam, my almost four-year-old little cousin...sucking away on her paci. She's also holding a bottle.

So here's a shot out to Fam:

DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND MAKE YOUR BRAT GROW THE FUCK UP.

...says the pissy 17-year old who doesn't want to go to college. Grow the fuck up. Right. Take your own damn advice, hey?

MMMMM. I dunno if I can take this all-day studyTHON. However, I have made massive amounts of progress. Simply massive, what. All ready for whatever the Wicked Grammar Witch throws at me on Monday...and I have more spanish train/car vocab drilled into my head than, well, quite possibly brain cells. Still, I have to go over airport vocab and camping/sports vocab. And try to remember the sequence of tenses. And sleep.

And, possibly, prevent my head from exploding. Ah well. Whatever else happens, at least I uh...have no clue how to end this sentence.

One of my little idiosyncrasies? Yes, I always want to spell sentence "sentance". Oh yes. Because that's how it is pronounced in my hometown. Just like my run-in with "nucular" bombs. You know, since they're "nukes", they have to be "nucular". "Nuclear" would be too, you know, right.

::sigh:: Where have all the cookies gone?

Ah. I woke up at 10 and immediately got started studying for finals since I have to work tonight. And tomorrow night. And Monday night. It's ok, tho, cuz I can get a ton of stuff done this weekend. A.K. evidently was going to offer to trade me Monday night for Thursday night, but I don't wanna, cuz I'm a) busy Thursday, and b) I'd be working with D-Rick. Moron. So Monday it is for me!!

::Sigh:: more to talk about, not enough time. I'll try to edit this on the next break I allow myself.

EDIT 12:56 AM.

Yeah. A.K. took over my Sunday shift, so tomorrow I can do dat studying thang. I'm uh, gonna go crash.

Annoyances 3:4

So a kid, around 19, signs up a new account. He decides to rent Sled Storm, and then never comes back. Well, ok. Gord left a couple messages to return the game, but no luck.

Eventually the young adult phones and says he returned it. Uh-huh窶ｦ That's right.

So Gord forwards the account to collections.

One day a few months later this lady walks in and starts yelling about how Gord sent her son to collections and ruined his credit rating so now he can't buy a car or stereo or something.

Gord points out the obvious point that he stole a game and is a poor credit risk.

Then the mother throws the game on the counter and says that the game is now back and I have to fix his credit.

"Ma'am, first off, the game is destroyed. Look at it. Second, I've replaced the game already so I don't want it back. Instead, I seek the money for my cost on replacing it and the late fees he owed. Third, your son claimed he returned it. "

This just sets her off. Something about how it's not her son's fault that he stole the game.

"How is it not his fault?"

"Because I brought it back."

"That excuses the original theft and lying to me?"

"It's not his fault he lied and tried to steal it!"

"Might I ask whose fault it is then?"

Anyway, she starts yelling some more about how her son is never going to rent from Gord ever again. Gord points out that was exactly his point and that he had already closed the account when it was sent to collections. So she stormed out.

The Gord often wonders why people threaten to never come back after they've been told never to return.

__________________________________________________________
I remember a few customers' mothers who were oddly like this.

Excerpt from the Book of Gord-- Annoyances 2:1

For those of you who don't know Gord, he is the owner of a small non-chain gaming store somewhere in what may be Canada. WHat makes him so special is that he's actually allowed to tell the customers what he thinks....cuz it's not like anyone will fire him. I worship him. I want to someday be in a situation where I may emulate him.

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"Do you have any used dual shock controllers?"

No I don't.

"Yes you do!"

I do?

"Right there!"

Those are the controllers for the demo machine.

"And right there!"

Those belong to the rental units.

"Just sell me one of those."

And what would I use for rental machines?

"You could open new ones for those. "

Uhm, no.

"Why don't you have any used controllers?"

Because they usually only come in with a used machine. As such, I sell them with the machines.

"So sell me one of those."

And sell the machine with no controllers? That'll go over well.

"You don't want my business!"

How about I sell you something I have in stock like a new controller?

"I'll take my business elsewhere."

Would you mind? I would appreciate that.

Happy Birthday, Stephen Hawking!!!

I woke up late today, and expected it to suck from then on, but I actually had a really good day. My hair spiked right for the first time all week, I got hot cocoa for breakfast, had fun in Japanese and Astronomy, ignored the profesora and wrote all hour, managed to convince The Wicked Grammar Witch I had done my reading even though I'd had no idea we had homework, bugged some new people at lunch, learned how to make danishes 6th hour

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!),

and started laughing really hard at Da LDB in math class. Why, you ask? Well, he was really sleepy, so every time I looked over, his head would dip forward, then jerk back again, then slowly sink foreward, then jerk back...for 10 minutes!!! I finally started laughing so hard he woke up, so I kept on hitting him every few minutes to make sure he wouldn't start doing it again. It was, in a way, absolutely horrifying.

Also, I wore two new shirts today: A black taffeta wrap top, and a light blue button-down. I did the layering thing cuz I figured it would be cold. Also, I had no idea until I got to school that the black shirt was barely visible...so I walked around all day with my "bra" showing. LOL. Only I knew I wasn't being a skank. It was nice, in a way. HMMM. I may have to re-think myself.

::sigh::

Damn template just removed half my sidebar.
But, cutty-pasty fixy all-y!


Well, I finally got the CSS profile done. Fam was supposed to do it while I was at school. Well, I come home, and of course she hasn't, cuz she has been "busy". I asked her if she napped today. She said "yes", and didn't seem to get the point. I wish I could renege on all my promises and sleep all day, too. She has given me hope for my future. "Note to Self: spend my 30's sleeping!!" Yes, that will do a lot for me.

I should go to bed and catch up on me sleep-y, but I have a CD to karmically endorse before I hand it over to its new master. Unlike this anonymous person I do test drive my presents to make sure they won't kill the givee. ::hmph::

Future plans

1) college
2) buy a horse house
3) get a fun... ... ... fun job.
4) open cafe with Ms. Batgirl.
5) get real ambition. ((ha))

New Flavor Added!!

"Shakespeared"-- the best british breakfast non-brits can buy.

New Flavors

"Sweet Fuck"-- comes pre-sugared. More thrill, less work. You know you want it.
"Apricot Fuck"-- For those who enjoy things a bit fruitier.
"Fucking Hell"-- Headache? Drink this! Caffeine enhances the effects of pain-killers!!
"Fuck You"-- We packed a little something "extra" for the ones you don't love (or the ones you do, if you're sadistic.)
"Who's Your Daddy"-- Gives you that extra clarity you need to tackle some of life's bigger questions.

And, because every other company has a PMS tea line now:

"He's Just a Dude"-- Ladies, drink this, and please, don't beat him up when he says you're being moody.

Sad thing is, I actually want to do that tea thing. And I now have a partner in crime. More flavors soon to come.

This college thing should just get its ass over and done with so's I can relax and drop all my classes.

Fam and financial aid don't mix. Really. I get the feeling that we'd get along a lot better if I wasn't taking her money.

My life sucks. I don't want to go to college, I don't want to get up and carpe the fucking diem anymore. My job sucks, too, but I like money. If I could just find a nice job that had no people. Maybe I should plant some tea trees and start my own company. I could call it, oh.... Buy My Fucking Tea or Die Incorporated. It'd be great-- I could market to all the other angsty, shallow teenagers out there who feel just like me.

C'mon. You know you'd buy it just cuz it'd have "fuck" on the label. It'd be a great stocking stuffer! In flavors like:

"Stop Whining"-- A relaxing herbal blend to make you shut the hell up and stop pissing off your friends
"Intravenous Caffeine"-- Because if we made it any stronger, it'd be illegal. Syringe optional.
"Get The Hell Out of Bed, Punk"-- Haven't written that paper that's due first hour yet? Chug this, baby. You'll never blink again.
"The World Hates You"-- Just admit it, drink my tea, and get over it. No one cares. Except me, getting rich off your emo gullibility.

I am laughing really hard right now. Oh yes. It's really sad.