random thoughts

Feeling a bit disjointed today, but here goes....

So yeah, our Subway got robbed a couple weeks ago---BURGLARIZED, sorry....apparently there is a difference. But yeah, it was after close so there was nobody there so that was good, but anyway the state police are investigating and all, and they're going around interviewing everybody to see what's up. So the cop came to my house the other morning to interview me, and I didn't work at all that day, and I have no ideas on it one way or the other, and he's asking if this one other employee (who is the major suspect appparently) has said anything incriminating lately, and I'm like, I don't know, good god....I'm only THE MOST oblivious person you're ever likely to meet. Like I'd pick up on it even if the person did say anything. Right. But yeah, so I have to write a statement about whatever I know, and I'm like wtf, I don't know anything....ack....

So yeah, meanwhile back at the ranch....

I went on a college visit yesterday and today. It was kind of boring. Kinda fun though. I dunno. All these colleges are starting to kind of blend together.....@.@ I think I'll just go be homeless and live on welfare for the rest of my life. ack...

Alrighty well that's pretty much it for now....later!

two totally unrelated items

So yeah, okay, I haven't done a journal in a few days, and I'm bored, so here goes.....

Item one: This girl at work, Melissa, is trying to save my soul. Yep, you heard me; the poor dear is convinced that the devil has led me astray and is trying her damndest to turn me from my sinful ways; it's a futile effort, and I almost feel kind of bad for her. I've become her little "project" of sorts; every time we work together, the subject invariably comes up, and she's invited me to church with her at least a couple of times, and I want to tell her, "Don't waste your time sweetie, this is one little black sheep you're not getting back," but she just won't give up. Persistent, that one. Ah well, at least she's nice about it. She hasn't actually come right out and said, "You're going to hell," which is more than I can say for some people. Oh well, at least she doesn't listen to rap 24/7 and think she's ghetto like Josh.....ack.....

Item two:....oy....alright, break out the training bras and the Spice Girls CDs, I'm reverting to teeny-bopper-ness. Yes, that is right, I have a teacher-crush. ARGH....the word feels icky just typing it! I mean honestly, I could understand little twelve-year-old girls, if they have a hot teacher, getting a bit hot under the collar, but a SENIOR? For gods sakes, I thought we were beyond this. NO, I can't have a teacher-crush in fifth grade like NORMAL people, never had one before in my life, and that is the truth. Yes, as frosh my pallies and I commented on Wolfie's (the gym teacher's) nice legs, because he HAD nice legs, but that was not a crush, it was a passing appreciation for that particular feature. This thing, though small, is a crush. And it's not even a particularly hot teacher either.....I mean, not a BAD-looking one, but probably not what one would consider smashing good looks either. Just very nice....funny.....easy to talk to.....wait, stop stop STOP I am NOT doing this I am NOT entertaining this ridiculous notion....oh good god.....but then again, what's the harm in it, honestly---it's not like anything's ever going to come of it, I'm not that stupid....*sigh*....oh god how pathetic am I?

Phantom

teehee...Saturday night was tres cool. My mummy and my little bro and I went to the Embassy Theatre (for those of you not familiar with Fort Wayne, think way cool big awesome old-fashioned theatre-type-place, balcony, chandeliers, the works) and saw the Phantom of the Opera, the silent film version from like, 1923 or something. And they had a guy playing the organ (the Embassy has a totally awesome organ) and he was really good and it was really cool. I looooooved it. And it was really good too, I mean, you'd expect since it was so old that it'd be really silly and cheesy and not scary at all, but there was a part where two guys fell down through a trap door and everybody there jumped. And when Christine pulled off the Phantom's mask, his face was really creepy; it made my hair stand on end. In short, totally awesome, if you ever get the chance to see something like that, for god's sake do it.

Okay well I must go now so I'm not late for work. Later!

Yay!

ack! mi computadora es el diablo.....but I digress....

So anyway, Yay! I've had a fun weekend. Yes, I had to work, but I got to do OTHER things too, which makes me happy, and I spent a lot of time with my mummy dearest, and we didn't argue, not one little bit---yay! And we did fun things.

Fun thing #1 - we went to the dollar theater with my little bro and saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory---trippy, lemme tell ya. But moderately entertaining. Especially when the film broke right when they were sending that one kid through the TV....hahaha.....but hey, it's a DOLLAR THEATER. I'm not complaining.

Fun thing #2 - not with my mom, but I made this DELICIOUS pasta w/chicken and broccoli and carrots and it was delectable and I was very proud.

Fun thing #3 - mummy and I went grocery shopping, which doesn't sound all that fun, but she's been all doped up on cold medicine lately, so any mundane activity has the potential of turning into hilariosity at the drop of the hat.....or in this case, a can of beans. Yeah, it was a trip.

Fun thing #4 - I have this totally awesome pair of jeans, which I have totally worn holes in because I wore them so much, so now my mummy and I have begun a project to restore them and make them beautiful and make me a new shirt too while we're at it---it's gonna be awesome when we're done.

Yeah okay, I think that's about it. I'm gonna go eat leftover pasta now---yay!

Success is mine!

haHA! I have triumphed over the Evil English Paper of Doom! Now I can go burn my copy of The Sound and the Fury. Yay! That makes me happy. That and the fact that I just turned out a four-page paper of total bullshit that sounds believable enough to get a decent grade, in just two hours! Damn I'm good! And now I can stop worrying about it, I can turn it in tomorrow and be DONE with it and go back to my pleasant vegetative existence of not doing anything particularly arduous and meaningful. :D

Okay well I'm going to bed now to see if I can actually sleep...wish me luck!

need...sleep...soon...meh...

Okay so I haven't gotten more than 5 hours of sleep per night in the past...wait for it....eight days, except for Saturday night. I think my average is 2-3. I'm becoming a total insomniac. And it's not even like I'm doing homework or anything, I'm just hanging around doing, well, NOTHING. Last night I went to bed at 10:30 and stared at the ceiling until almost two. Finally I got out a book and read 'til I finally fell asleep around 3:15. And it's not like I'm not tired, because I AM, I'm just not, I dunno, sleepy, I guess. Usually when this happens it's because I'm freaking out over something and my mind won't relax, but that's not it this time; I mean, I'm stressed, but I can still clear my mind and settle. I just stare blankly at the ceiling, not thinking about anything, and still not falling asleep. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I feel like I'm getting sick, and I NEVER get sick---I need to sleep! Why can't I sleep?!!??!?! meh....

I'm gonna go cry now.

blah blah blah

Yeah okay, today's rant topic: offensive language. No, not swearing, for god's sake I do that all the time. I mean using words that are offensive to certain groups of people. Namely, the inappropriate use of the words "gay" and "retarded." Now don't get me wrong; I am totally against political correctness in all its ugly forms, but I'm talking about just basic respect for people here. Like, there's this kid I work with, and every other sentence he's like, "that's so f*cking gay" or "how retarded is that?" I've brought this to his attention, and told him a number of times that it bugs the shit out of me, but he does it anyway. Lately he's been doing it on purpose and then laughing, so I've just quit saying anything most of the time. But holy muffins, people, it's not that hard! Can't you just say "that's stupid" or "that's dumb?" What did gay people and the mentally handicapped ever do to you, huh? I told this kid at work that someday he's gonna meet a gay retarded guy who's gonna kick his ass...I would laugh....

Alright well I'm going now. Don't be stupid. Think before you talk. Later!