That last entry is not going to cut it. I've had a kind of sucky night, and I want everyone and their dog to commiserate with me. Now, bitches. Do it.

Shopping at the mall was fun while I was there, but now I have more proof that I can never tell when Biker is upset. And that makes me really sad! UNDERSTATEMENT!! How the hell am I supposed to fix it if I don't know anything is wrong!!? I absolutely HATE it when my friends are upset. HATE HATE HATE. I feel just as bad when they're upset at ME as when they aren't. In my stupid, fucked up little mind everything is supposed to be all perfect and stress free, and we all get along, and it's all kum-ba-yah and s'mores, damnit!!!! If I could change my fucking ideal, I would. It'd be a lot easier for me to sleep at night. ((fuck fuck fuck. Get the fucking soap.))

Also...Christmas depresses me. I thought I'd be able to not fall in the hole this year, but I just got done opening presents alone in the study. And all the presents were from people that don't really know me. Yes, it's the same old story. And yes, it's probably partially my fault. But I'm sorry if I can't just whole-heartedly forget my old family and adopt this one. They don't really know what to do with me. I'm just kind of t h e r e. My problem is that makes me feel really lonely. And I hate feeling alone. It's really scary. And every since I moved here I haven't managed to get over it. I love my friends. When I'm with them, I feel like I'm supposed to be here. But my family...they are so good at making me feel, always just slighty, out of place.

I really need a hug, you guys.

But don't give me one next time you see me. Because by them I'll be over it, and I'll probably just hit you for touching me. =D

=(

Of all the cool people I know, and all the great friends I have, I'm the last one I'd be jealous of. Every one of my friends have their own great qualities and their own quirks, and they don't need to be any different.

'Tis the season...

...for me to want to murder every last person who shares a drop of my blood. It may be because I just finished rolling and tying 50 one-dollar bills to cram in people's stockings. It could be because, yet again, my family is going to McDonald's for dinner. They absolutely REFUSE to go someplace I can eat so I can go with them. Or maybe because Fam told me to do a few chores, "for once?!" ::sigh:: So I told her I'd straighten, and I go out to straighten, and she did it already. So then I sweep the friggin kitchen, and she tells me later that I missed a spot. IE the FAMILY ROOM. Which she NEVER includes as part of the kitchen. Or, it could just be because she tore me from Ms. Batgirl's book and Quelnt's CD. I dunno. But, the house reeks of Unc's cologne, its chicken ramen for dinner, and I am a s p i s s y a s a l l h e l l.

Oh, FUUUUCK. And now they're pushing me out the door without letting me eat said ramen.

::sigh::

Satisfied with everything but my moronic tendencies.

Such as constantly making an ass out of myself via blog.

WHEE!!

I had a lot of fun with Quelnt tonight....even though I can't decide whether that smell is new shoe leather or smoke. Evidently standing upwind of him while he smoked was not meant to be. There WAS no upwind. LOL. Anyway. I was afraid that, since he had told me he was really shy, that there would be a lot of awkward silence and little conversation. Nope. He chipped in, he had opinions, and he didn't seem shy at all. Twas fantastic. However, he DID take the seat of power. GRRR. So I spent the whole night watching the people behind me in the window.

Ah, hell. I probably made an ass out of myself and he'll never speak to me again. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAaaaaaa.....

Damnit. I can't remember whether or not that was supposed to be a joke. But now that I think about it, we had a convo about why I don't like guys to have any opinion about my physical features (It was relevant. I am not self-centered. Oh no, more worrying!), and I'm now afraid that I sounded arrogant. "Oh, I'm so hot, and it's annoying as all hell." When that's not what I meant at all. Nah. I'll just trust that he is smarter than that.

Great. Now I feel arrogant for TYPING THAT.

I DO NOT THINK I AM A SEXY BITCH!!! NGAAAAH!!

I also don't think I'm ugly. I am, hmmmm. Satisfied?

Mostly, yeah.

Sorry to all of you who read this.

TWO CONVERSATIONS

CONVO #1 (Me (Glo) and Biker)

Glo: Poor Quelnt. I'm being difficult.
Biker: ?? how so?
Glo: =D I'm me. Let's just say we're having issues picking a place for tonight.
Glo: LOL, and now we're discussing you.
Biker: me? y are you guys discussing me?
Glo: cuz you like Kaldi's.
Biker: i do! it's SUCH A GREAT PLACE!!!


CONVO #2 (Me and Quelnt)

Quelnt: well, there is kaldi's which is near you
Quelnt: fairly
Glo: yep. I've never been there, but I mentioned it once to my friend Biker and she almost died.
Quelnt: why did she almost die?
Glo: she loves Kaldi's. It was a joy thing. She dies of happiness a lot. Very bubbly. Wears lots of scarves.
Quelnt: hehehe
Glo: she's gonna kill me.
Quelnt: what, for going there?
Glo: no, for saying that about her.
Quelnt: i wont tell
Glo: I probably will.

Crisis averted. This morning I realized that I have to work Tuesday from five 'till midnight. However, I obviously had made plans past six. Well...I called up AK, who was on call, and she switched with me. So now I am on call. But MOD-sama is working, so he won't call me in. So it's all good.

Just spent an insane amount of time with Biker in the mall, but came back with five shirts, three pairs of shoes, and a ton of new earrings. All I have to do now is get new pants, but for that I'll wait until after Christmas, because I think I'll be getting a few gift cards to clothing stores. I desperately need pants, though, to go with my new tops. And well, I could use some new work pants, too. Yeah understatement. Sooner or later someone is going to notice that they are ripped. And it will probably be the DL.

Spaghetti tonight. I hope the sauce doesn't suck this time. And I wonder whether or not she'll be serving any veggies. I swear I am the only one who buys green leafy stuff in this house. Which is VERY SAD, because I don't really like veggies!! NGAAAAAAAH to them.

Man...my room is SO FILTHY. But I have about $30 in change from working on cleaning it, I swear. So in a way, it's not all that bad. I do need to get it clean, tho, so I can buy new plants and make my room all happy again. Since the Damily has said no to a freaking cockatiel, I assume I shall be getting myself a tank of fish. Well, I probably shouldn't, since I'll be going off to college soon, anyway, and knowing my luck my room-mate would have a fish phobia.

GRAAAAAA. I must admit to a few qualms about "meeting" Quelnt. No, not because I'm afraid he's going to rape me, like Biker says, because I have all faith in my ability to kick his ass if need be (no offense to him at all! I can kick ANY guy's butt!). Stop laughing. It's just that I have this thing about meeting new people. I am deathly afraid of new people. And new places. And I'll be meeting a new person in a new place...and despite the fact that I know (knew) what he looks like and I talk to him online...he's still new. Does anyone get that? Oh well. I'm not gonna back out and whine about it being too cold to leave the house this time, LOL.

And don't worry, MS-DJ. You're not new, so I have no problem with meeting you for some caffeine and catching up on old times. LOL. No, because then I can smile at you threateningly and you can wonder whether or not you'll survive the outing. Twill be grand fun, I say.

Well....I'm doing laundry, so I should have clean clothes by the time seven 'o'th clock comes around. Then it's off to see the Return of the King!! ::EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE:: I am such a dork! But I adore those movies! And I am pround so say NOT because of Orlando Bloom. And especially not Liv Tyler. Stupid thing looks like she's always on the verge of tears. It's annoying. I just like the pretty trees. And the horses. And the orcs. BWAHAHAHA, orcs. Mrs. Carmell, anyone?

I am so evil. But that image still makes me laugh hysterically.

All bets are off due to the amazing wonderful-ness that is Biker. Only now I am paranoid that EVERYONE is going to get it for me. Please no, SLAM. Please no.

HMMM. Well, my Christmas shopping is finally done. All I have to do is finish Rose's thingy. For a third time. Damn iron-ons. Also, I need to see if Fam is getting SLAM a present. Pres-net. And, well, now I am going to get mrs. batgirl a present (presnet). I saw something a while ago that I wanted to get her. So I'll order it and give it to her eventually. I was really shocked that she got me something since we haven't known each other all that long. It was really unexpected. And I guess it just proves how cool she is. BWAHAHAHAHA.

I have to work tonight. Well, active sell. So I'll be getting yelled at by grumpy shoppers/ feeding the monster. My only hope is that everyone will be out Christmas shopping and won't come to rent a movie. I mean, it's CHRISTMAS. Why the HELL aren't you all home with your families? That's what MOD-sama, who always works holidays, says to customers who come in. "GO HOME AND BE WITH YOUR FAMILY!!". Actually, working on holidays isn't always so bad. They let us put in music/ movies and have video cart races.

Yeah, you're right. That's pretty pathetic. < h u f f y > But it's still cool!! < / h u f f y >

So, who wants to bet me dinner that I won't get Clinique Happy for the seventh year running?

I have no memory of eating a pear on December 09.

I'm BAA-AAAACK...

Aaaaaaaaand, despite what you all say about my cough, perfectly healthy. Damnit. Listen to me. (Don't start. I hate you. (Yes, you know who you are. The one screaming "DOCTOR! ORANGE JUICE!!"))

So anyway!! I had a good week, regardless of all the make-up work, the lack of sleep, and the general melodrama that goes hand in hand with accepting the fact that people exist. Gah. Sometimes I feel that I am destined for hermithood. When I walk down the hall and want to murder everyone for just being there, I know I have some sort of unhealthy antisocial tendency.

Hmmm. The Japanese class had better be good tomorrow, because I am bringing them gummi, pocky, and some sort of fish-flavored snack. Uh, I might wanna re-read the package. We're having an eat food and watch anime "party", and I want to make sure there's actually food. Plus, Fam paid. Sort of. It was blackmail. She told me she's reimburse me if I unloaded the dishwasher. Ten bucks for ten minutes of my time. Hmmmm. I wish I had that kind of a day job. Well, minus Fam and the dishes.

I must admit to being a bit worried about Ms. Batgirl having access to my locker. Not only am I worried about what is going to happen in response to the paper mache carrot, but she wanted to steal my keys today because my car doesn't like her. Had they not been there when I opened my locker I would have spazzed out completely and never even thought of her as the culprit. And I have this sneaking feeling that she wouldn't have told me until after I was stressed beyond all reason. ((::raaaaaaa::)) Nevertheless...she might be wanting to watch her back if she plans on going through any doors near me soon. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I know, I lost most of you. Allow me to reiterate: I don't write this for you, Random Reader. Yes, you. (See first set of parenthesis.)

So, uh...anyone want a cookie tomorrow? I, uh, am sure they'll be ok....despite everything.... ::heh::

I need to crack down and give this damn thing a purpose. I'm losing my "comedic edge".

1:30 AM

100.4 degree fever. 'Twas nice knowing you all.

Hee. Am all ready for Stage 2 of Ms. Batgirl Locker Defacement Project. Allow me to repeat that hee.

Alright! I'm feeling quite chipper! Which is bad, because I should be in bed because of school tomorrow and the like! Oh, I am so glad tomorrow is a day four. That means I've managed to go an insanely long time without having to put up with Mrs. Rancid Soup! ((Note to self:: Think of a better name for her!!))

Hmph. Am listening to Quelnt's music...and I just realized why that one song of his sounds like monkeys. ::sigh::

Enough rambling on to you, Mr. I-Won't-Come-Save-Wren-When-She's-Bored!!! Time to yell at Fro! Where ARE you! I'm bored! I need emotional...uh...I need emotions!!

And...I should probably go to bed. Chipper is not emotion prime for the me. Is it. You. Bastards...

AGH!!! Salvame!!!!!

Why Christmas shopping sucks

I've been surfing the web since I woke up at 10 AM today and I still have no clue what to get SLAM. Ah, well. Oh crap, or Fro! Damnit!! DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!!! I was so relieved to have finally finished his birthday comic that I completely forgot I should get him something! ARGH.

Well, I do feel a bit better today, so I think I'll be able to go back to school tomorrow like I planned. I managed to eat a pear and keep it down...so who knows!
But, if I go back to school tomorrow, that means I must do homework. And I have a LOT of homework to do right now. I told myself I'd start it at noon, but I have a feeling that I will be putting it off- yet again... ::sigh::

Well, at least I can go type up my "academic resume" for Mrs. Useless. Then I might go play Pharoah.

Ok! My fever's down cuz I kept my pills down, and I feel like a normal human being! Only sick! With really icky bedhead....ok, fine. I don't feel normal.

Hmmm. Ya know, nothing eventful at all happened today. I got twenty hours of sleep...worried about what my rug would do because of my humidifier...

Never mind. I have nothing to write about. This day has been a waste. Damn fever.

WheeHee

I just may have poured myself an overly ambitious mug of tea. But I need to take more pills because my fever is coming back, so we shall see.

Oh no, hold on. I think I'm going to be sick again.

Alright. I may have to halve the mug of tea.

Well, I was gonna write in here because I felt better....but I don't feel better anymore. So I'll try for a third time later on.

Wanna know what one of the more unpleasant feelings in life is? Sitting at a computer and letting a fever break. ARRRRGH.

I've been asleep all day. Don't expect to see me tomorrow, either, you guys.

Yeah. I know. It's a nice break.

'Tis the Season

Well, I am sore and bruised all over. But I won the battle. At least I'll say I did. Except the whole fingerprint bruise thing...not cool.

Two interesting customers at work tonight. ((If I keep complaining about it I just might have to join the Blockbuster Livejournal Committee. Thanks, AK.)) I always have interesting little run-ins when I'm active selling (translation: feeding the monster). For example, I came up to this guy tonight and did the usual "Can I help you find anything?" He kinda grunts, but doesn't try to beat me with his movie, so I ask him if he's planning on renting more than one movie. He says yes, and I tell him about our giftcard promotion. He says no thanks, so I say, to kind of lessen the sting of me hitting him up for money, "Well, here's a coupon to get you a new release ren-" and he cuts in. "Look, go bug that guy, ok?" I'm kinda surprised, and I say "But sir, this saves you-" and he goes "leave me alone!!!" and storms off. And then avoids me for the rest of his visit. ((inner child sobs: They hate me! I was just doing my job!!)) But then he's obviously having trouble finding a movie, but refuses to ask me to help him, and I know better than to ask. Well, it turns out, that after fifteen minutes of him roaming around trying to find it, he asks D Rick if we have one in stock. The movie? Pirates. The location of the only copy in the store? My hand. Was I smug? Oh, yessssss. Did I give it to him? Nope. ^^

Situation two: Guy comes in, asks for Bruce Almighty. We're out. So then he does the "Please lead me around by the hand and pick me out a movie because I can't make my own choices" thing. Well, I show him the new releases, make my recommendations, and it was all ok, 'till the end, when he says "thank you, sweetheart" in this dismissive tone. He was maybe MOD-sama's age (23). Then, every time he sees me until he leaves, he winks at me.

BLEK.

Ok, I'm off to force Quelnt to get coffee with me. Punkass.

::IMMENSE SIGH OF RELIEF::

Secret Mission Weekend Project is complete! And, since I really doubt you read this anyway, Fro, I'm going to admit- Yes, it IS your verylate birthday present. It's done, I'm tired...and I'm also terrified you're going to hate it. Or, take it the wrong way. So I'll just have to warn you in advance that not all comics are supposed to be funny...so this is in no way a jab at you.

Hmmm. And, I just wasted my typing on that, since I'm gonna have to tell him that before I give it to him this weekend (or Monday).

I'm sad. I put something in Ms. Batgirl's locker, but it's not nearly as cool as Munch...and she can't keep it. But maybe it will pull through. She might find it interesting after all. I just think I'm in one of my super-paranoid-artist-who-is-aware-her-comics-suck mode.

Hmmmm. Do I have time to draw another one tonight? It needn't be NEARLY as polished as that ((damned)) birthday gift one was. This had better prove my undying platonic love for you, Fro. We're talking infinite <3's radiating from, uh...I guess the comic's karma. If you don't appreciate it, I'm going to make you EAT all the failed drafts. ALL of the failed drafts.