Friday, January 31, 2003


Week one of school over with. Phew.

Oh, and today is my birthday. I'm 19... huzzah!

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

I'm working for Mrs. Lincoln

I've been busy. Seems like I am actually having a semi-interesting life again.

School starts next week. I'm enrolled in five classes: English 1A, cultural anthropology, U.S. History A, Macroeconomics, and some stupid interpersonal communication class that my mom wants me to take in the hopes that I'll become more social as I am forced into group discussions. *eyeroll* Hopefully I won't flake out in English again. This class has a mythology theme which might interest me more than random trivial essays. The cultural anthro class has an emphasis on women and one of the required texts is about Islamic women. That book, at least, looks interesting.

So today I picked up my sister from a stable she works at and bought my textbooks ($400 worth). After that I hung with Marie.

I've gone out with Mike three times. He's cool. I enjoy hanging out with him. He uses big words, which is kind of a novelty. And we've actually had a philosophical discussion. Plus he's really sweet.

Yay! I don't have to work this week! Not that helping an old lady twice a week is considered an actual "job." (Something really weird about this teacher freaks me out. We were in her bedroom looking at a shelf full of books and the room has this major red, white, and blue theme going on. I notice the portrait hanging over her bed. She looks at it and sighs, "I just love that picture." It's a portrait straight from a U.S. History classroom of Abraham Lincoln. She also has a metal silhouette of Honest Abe's head hanging on the wall in her garage, which we are cleaning out. O-kaay.... So now my mom refers to her as "Mrs Lincoln.")


Tuesday, January 14, 2003

Everything bad happens at once

Hi. Y'know when something bad happens everything else seems to go to shit? Well, that's what I hope isn't happening. My grandmother called my mom this afternoon and she has to see a doctor for an emergency appointment tomorrow. My grandfather already has cancer and Alzheimers, so it would be really bad if Nana got sick too.

My father's brother-in-law has always been (as my mom said once) "the type you wish would drive into a tree." It seems that my uncle borrowed even more money from my father's mother so he could buy... a dairy farm. Okaaaay. *eyeroll* So my dad may be going up to New York state to try to straighten things out. My aunt, I guess, is easily intimidated by my uncle, and lacks the skills to live on her own. (She can't drive, for example.) Both my cousins have escaped and are living in San Francisco.


Monday, January 13, 2003

Ace is gone and I am sad

My poor Acey dog. He was in pain and was suffering from dementia. I cannot believe that he's gone. (Oh crud, I'm starting to cry again.) I didn't feel like I could handle the actual trip to the vet; I would have been a total wreck. I just hope that I don't regret not going for the rest of my life. I spent about an hour in bed, crying with the lights off, while my parents and sister went to the vet's. Even though I'm all sad and weepy, it still hasn't completely hit me. Anyways, I've finished watching a movie and I'm going to go to sleep early tonight. Crying tires me out. G'night.


Sunday, January 12, 2003

War and Death

Fuck. I usually don't begin conversations that way, but this has turned into a pretty shitty evening.

This afternoon my best friend Marie got a phone call from her boyfriend. He's on alert to go to Iraq. I don't know if she is going to call his mother for news tonight or tomorrow, and I don't know whether he is going for sure or not. I haven't really met Robert since they've gotten together after graduation and before he left for the Marines. It's so stupid that parents, spouses, and children have to see loved ones go off to fight! Such a fucking waste of lives! My feelings about my country aren't nearly strong enough for me to go sign up to risk my life.

Even more emotional for me is that tomorrow our old dog Ace is going to be put down. We've had him since I was about four, so he's around 14 or 15 (people) years old. These last two or three years he's had arthritis, a painful cyst on his eyelid, and other problems. He has to take pain medication every day. Ace is also senile and it's hard for him to lay down. It's just hit me in the past 20 minutes and I'm crying as I type. I remember growing up with him and he's always been a constant (sometimes annoying) part of my family's life.

War and Death... wouldn't that be enough to sadden anyone's evening?

I don't know when I will write again. My usual computer is tweaking out and switching to god-damned "Safe Mode" so I'll either be abstaining from technology or battling my sister for the keyboard. Either way it won't be pretty. But I will check my email at least one a day. Most likely more, since I am compulsive about my email.

I'm gonna go cry now.

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Friday, January 10, 2003


Right now I'm just listening to music from - a band called Headboard. They have some good stuff.

Bored again. Posted some stuff on the CEDU message board this morning. Last night I chatted in various chat rooms. Spent, like, a whole hour talking to my CEDU buddy Mike. Haven't seen him in around three years. We're gonna hang out later this afternoon.

Thursday, January 09, 2003

Sad stories from my experience in retail

I'm bored. Bored bored bored. Maybe I should start checking out chat rooms. I dunno what I want to be chatting about... manga, maybe? My existance is truly pathetic.

All I did today was fiddle around with my blog's template, adding links and quiz stuff; read more bootleg manga; and go help an old lady sort through stuff in her garage. But, hey, I got twenty-one bucks out of the deal for about three hours of work this week. Beats sitting around letting my checking account decrease. All I have in my account are paychecks from my last job lasting from June-Sept when I worked at Petco. I left cuz the boss didn't like me. Right after I left that whole televised "expose" of Petco's inhumane treatment of animals came out. I didn't stay awake for the ten o'clock news or whatever, but I heard that Petco was putting sick animals in refrigerators or something. Not true; they were put in little cages in a smelly, windowless back room. They weren't chilled; in fact it was downright tropical in there!

Of course, I was only a peon cashier, unworthy of being privy to the secrets of a country-wide corporation.

Nah, I'm exaggerating. I didn't see any really inhumane treatment of animals when I was there. The staff even refused killing the feeder mice quickly before squeamish people took the critters home for their pet snake. Some customers made a big issue out of it. Once, this guy bought a few rats to feed to his snake and he said that it would provide enterainment for him and his friends while they drank beer.

Retail sucks. People would try to pull the pettiest crap. At least twice I had to re-ring people who felt cheated out of, like, forty cents. They had to fill out return forms returning the little dog treat or whatever and hold up five other people in line waiting for a supervisor or manager to initial the transaction for a lousy forty cents. "Here's your four dimes, ma'am. Sorry that it took forty-five friggin' minutes for my manager to get himself out of the office just to illegibly scrawl his name on a slip of carbon paper getting coffee/soda/birdie doodoo all over my pen in the process.

"Have a lovely day and come back again, won't you? Bye now!"

Never voluntarily work in a store that has its own private soundtrack of cheesy music juxtaposed with company advertisements that plays, like, ten minutes before starting over again. Especially during Christmas. You learn all the ads by osmosis - and like songs, they never get out of your head. (I'm almost 19 and I still know my damn elementary school song. Why can't that part of my brain store something useful, like the multiplication tables or currency exchange rates for fast getaways to foreign contries?) "Still scraching your head over what to do about fleas? Here at Petco we have Advantage and Frontline. Petco: where the pets go... for flea and tick medication." I'd've given myself a home lobotomy if I actually remembered the correct words.

Ah, the joys of materialism. "I love the smell of commerce in the morning!" (Brodie~Mallrats)


Tuesday, January 07, 2003

My rant on the British's negligence of the revered semicolon

Usually I like a lot of stuff from Britain- Monty Python, Britcoms like "Are You Being Served?," "Keeping Up Appearances," and "Ab Fab." Sure, I'm an 18-year-old Beatles fan- who isn't? (A Beatles fan, not 18 years old) But the one reason that I couldn't live in England (besides the food, of course) is that they don't use semicolons.

Yeesh! A life without semicolons?! I am a bigger fan of the semicolon than I am of "Changing Rooms!" Sure, I like the comma, too, but using the comma for everything is like using those little suction-cup darts instead of barb-headed arrows! Okay, maybe not, but sheesh! It's only 10 am.

I guess I've been heavily influenced by Misty Lackey's work; it is heavily peppered with naked and dotted commas. Such a little punctuation mark can add so much weight to your writing. (Even high school teachers are impressed with the semicolon. At least mine was.)

What brought about this rant is the fact that I am reading "Running in Heels," a humorous chick book written by British author Anna Maxted. So far it isn't as funny as "Getting Over It" but it has its moments. Otherwise I am just feeling bored and guilty about not writing a ton in this blog. Not that anyone's reading, of course.

Well my short burst of momentum has petered out. (Tee-hee! Petered) So time to check for web manga updates then walk the dogs.

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Wednesday, January 01, 2003

New Year's Eve

Well, it's 2003. I don't get too excited about New Year. Maybe some people see it as a new beginning to change themselves, a reason to celebrate the making of history, or an excuse to get drunk, but I don't consider it a big deal. Why do people need a special day to create resolutions? So they can put off making commitments and then say "Oh, well, New Year's resolutions never work anyway." I certainly don't need an excuse to break commitments. If I break 'em I'm willing to face consequences.