Life needs change.

CHANGE #20051030
i begin to question why i’m working such a shitty job when it’s clear that one of the managers is quite incompetent. i’ve noticed that whenever she doesn’t know how to do something on the register she’ll ask me to continue because she has to ‘do something.’ funny how we’re all in custy service, yet if i go to help a custy i’m basically TOLD not to. strange. and ugh! the fuckin’ phone! if you made the cord long enough then maybe i could multi-task and do things as i talk on the bloomin’ phone. but don’t bitch me out for not picking it up when it’s not for me but someone who actually works in the requested section to do a check. it’s SO dumb, the system isn’t programmed to tell you what and where we have certain items. so we have to call… there are good and bad things about the pos system.

this has been a fatty weekend. i had a bbq chicken sammich for lunch… SO good and SO filling. vanilla latte. then me and aruny went to this AWESOME bbq place down at college and ossington. mmmmMMMMMMMMmmmmm. and den for runch today, pizza and soup. jess got me an espresso brownie and i ate what she couldn’t finish of her carrot cake. dinner was chicken katsu again. dut dut dut.

hahahaha, so i stayed an extra hour yesterday and today. and i chose not to take an extra shift tomollo. can’t do it. too much bullshit. the music is so bloody loud in the store, but they want it that way because it’s a ‘positive vibe, good energy and attracts customers.’ right, i don’t know about them, but if i go into a store and the music’s too loud or if it’s a TERRIBLE song then i just walk out. i don’t give a rat’s ass what i need. i’ll find it elsewhere. my ears were ringing and my head was throbbing. yup, and i can’t hear people. brilliant! plus my throat gets so dry cuz i’m yelling so much. gerblah! it’s like a mini u of t in the store. almost everyone goes there. so close, i can understand why.

in a few days it’ll be nonember. when i was younger (i can’t say ‘little kid’ since some people still call me that literally due to my height) i used to say nonember. anyhow, it’s funny that i’ve been back for ½ a year already and i’ve gotten NOTHING DONE! well career-wise anyway. ha! need to start that velly soon. i’d like my thesis supervisor to be a referee for some internship applications, but i don’t know what happened to her. lalalala i need more ‘professional’ referees...

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 02:16 | link | comments |

CHANGE #20051026/7

funny to think that a year ago today i was stuck in the uk. i was complaining about the slob #1. who turned out to be better in some ways than busaiku aka slob #2. http://conspiracytheorist.motime.com/archive/2004-10 funny how time changes. it seems like so long ago. i was still lugging my stupid laptop to the library at school to get internet connection. funny, i was just reminiscing about uncle spenny and all the other characters at the gym.

hallelujah! the furnace is on! my sister originally told me that it wouldn’t get turned on until the 1^st snowfall, but it’s been on intermittently since monday metinks. i found me a new winter jacket. it’s from benetton KIDS! it’s sort of a grey-green colour and down-filled. i figured since i had the same down jacket since grade 10 i should get me a new one. i looked for ones at work, but the down ones were ugly and there was a naice one, but it wasn’t down-filled and was wide in the body. it was purty though. army green and orange on the inside!

hahaha, went to mec with aruny on monday and i asked him where all the fat kids clothes were and this lady gave me a dirty look. dut dut dut… right. moving right along.

i’ve grown to love anise-flavoured candies. went to il fornello with mel before seeing ‘carmen’ and we took a few, and den went there again with aruny. he took a handful and chucked it into my bag. and i’ve been happily eating them. running out. sniff sniff.

i love how racist our government is. stop ‘passing the buck’ and just deal with it for heaven’s sake. 51 reserves have a boil water issue?!?!?! wtf? you herd our first nations people on inadequate land, give them shit for resources and finally you airlift them out? the kashechewan reserve… the water intake is downstream from dirty water… who was the brilliant person that ok’d that? i love how the canadian government continually denies their systemic racism, their bumblings and mistakes when it comes to people that aren’t caucasian in this country. just stop it, admit it and fix it dammit!

here’s a plug for canadian author nancy huston. an amazing author who writes so… well… purtily. it’s so eloquent and simple, but evokes so much. she’s apparently written in french… which probably means that it’s even purtier in french.

every time i look at a weigh bill when you send something in the mail and you have to write the value i laugh a little inside. the fated day i fedexed my thesis the man asked me to write the value of it… well there is no dollar value, so i almost wrote ‘my life’ in the box, but then my father stopped me. *sigh.

we all know the truth. someone is blogging more to procrastinate… that’s ok. i did it too. and came out with a b-. you can do iiiiiiiiiiit!

so the disjointed comments for my previous entry were from sue and nobody else had any complaints about my blog… so i keep it?!?!!?!?!

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 18:19 | link | comments |

CHANGE #20051023

i think my mangers feel my seditious vibes. teeheehee whoops! i hate it there. well ok, i lurves some of the crazy characters that i work with, but today was exceptionally annoying. one of the cash managers does jackshit, which hey, you’re management, but still. don’t TELL me what to do unless i’m picking my ass. but i’m not. ‘everything has a system!’ alright then, i’ll just put this away upstairs. do it yo damned self! it’s not my fault if the rest of you are busy talking on the phone to co-workers or doing jackshit and a customer comes in. hey the custy comes first right? so if i have to come out from behind the counter, then something else is wrong and it ain’t my fault. so don’t give me shit! and some of the people i was working with today are SO high-strung! you can tell by the way they walk, by the way they press SO hard on the paper when they write in pen, the way they do things in a rush like they’re going to DIE so that they just toss things in bags with crumpled tissue paper. yeah, i’m sure it makes the product more appealing when it’s stuffed in a bag. ha! and a customer even exclaimed loudly that she wasn’t impressed by my manager’s ‘cherry-picking’ when i rang up her purchase. people are people. i don’t care if they’re buying a million dollars worth of stuff or 2. if they treat me with respect then they get the same in return. if not, then i don’t do anything extra for you. and i don’t care to bend over backwards for celebrities. so bite me!

i got to leave work early today again. hahahaha, the closing manager today asked who wanted to leave early today, and my hand shot up! heh heh heh… y’know like those little kids in primary school that never sat down cross-legged like everyone else was supposed to, sitting on their knees, hands always up and the other arm is bent supporting it. yup, that was me today! of course the other 2 actually WANTED to stay.

i love working upstairs because it’s so much more laid-back and a bitter co-worker is there too. yay! i get paid this week. hahahahahahaa, i wonder if they dock a ½ for the breaks even if you’re working 5 hrs. if they do, is that legal? i’ve been looking on-line for labour laws pertaining to breaks and stuff, but i can’t find it anywhere. anyhow, i don’t think they’ll want to keep me past cursedmas, which is cool with me. i don’t think i’ll last until cursedmas if this is my only job. yeah, it’s THAT good.

my parents are STILL too cheap to turn on the furnace. i resort to sleeping with the covers over my head. which then blocks out the hideous foglight seeping into my room from my crazy neighbour’s lights. SO cold! funny what my parents will spend/waste/save in terms of money. and my mother’s actually relieved that my cat is no longer with us because prices went up this year. how sweet of her.

right. so you know how when you’re tired really stupid things are funny? well i was sitting on the bus on my way home, and as the bus went up the hill on york mills coming out of the station, i saw this chocolate-covered almond roll down the middle of the bus. except because of their shape they don’t really roll smoothly like a sphere, but well waddle like footballs. and i sat there watching it, and trying not to giggle as i tried to think of what word i could use to describe it’s motion. i love how buses smell like wet gym socks on rainy days, and the subway smells like… really bad old man b.o. mmmmmmm… SO FRESH AND SO CLEAN!

we should all mourn the loss of the late and great miss horn. and well, it’s kinda freaky cuz i was JUST reading about her in a book right now. talk about coincidence.

crazy-ass race riot in birmingham between pakistanis and african-caribbeans. scary. hope everything works out. although it’s easier said than done. so sad that things like this have to happen because of rumours. a girl was apparently caught shoplifting and pled for leniency. and she was raped by between 3 and 25 pakistani men. nobody knows if this story is true or not because police say they weren’t called because she was afraid of being deported. so a pirate dj 6 days later said something on the radio and the rest is bad history.

i went to a former co-worker’s fashion show on friday. he was participating in l’oreal fashion week. it was totally awesome. i saw delia of all people! anyhow, there were SO many egos there i’m glad i didn’t bother getting dressed up or anything. how terribly annoying snobby people can be. and then i went out with my friends for dinner because 2 of ‘em didn’t eat before the show and we were going to the after party later on. well, edyta’s man-friend brought along his friend. they’re both in the film industry and are used to bragging about themselves. so he did. and i just sat there and nodded and yes, uh-huh. y’know i REALLY don’t have the patience for people like that. i don’t care if you work for the biggest shipping company in the world, that you’re good at negotiating and that you make films on the side. and that you became friends with edyta’s man-friend by default because you kept bumping into him at screenings in tokyo, berlin etc etc. lalalalala. and he kept going for about 5 minutes. until i was rescued by other people at the table and the coversation became less one-on-one. phew! a non 9-5 lifestyle seems more and more appealing to me. so to hear about a pedantic rich life means nothing to me. i don’t care that your people in the west coast are calling you blah blah blah. or that you’re part of this exclusive private club in on the 5^th or whatever. lalala, it doesn’t impress meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! why can’t people just be more honest with themselves and others? have people never heard of the word HUMBLE before?!

i’ve also realized that i totally don’t dig the club/lounge scene anymore. hahaha, it’s great that there’s so many chicks that look down on me because i’m NOT fussing over my hair and make-up. it keeps me in check and reminds me that it’s all FAKERY! muhahahahahahaha.

hey, is stephie the only one that has problems when reading my glob? lemme know so i can move to a different one if necessary.

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 02:15 | link | comments (2) |

CHANGE #20051020
i got called into work early. this is the 3^rd time this week that i’ve been called in. wtf?!?!?! if you’re going to give me shitty shifts, don’t go back on it and then beg me to come in later. stupid stupid stupid. but i did go in early today and i got to leave early, but it’s great how disorganized they are.

the most annoying song in the world is ‘my humps’ by bep. i don’t think i’ve ever listened to it in it’s entirety on the radio. it’s so whiny, dinky annoying.

i know now why i’d rather do behind-the-scenes stuff. you meet the funner people. the people who lead more interesting lives, who don’t do the 9-5, freelancers, those who live the alternative lifestyle. i find this more and more appealing to me. it validates my want/need not to do the 9-5. maybe it’s just an excuse because i’ve never really done it either, but i don’t foresee that in my future. i’d much rather chill with people i’m more comfortable with and not have to worry about pretenses.

children are fat. i can wear a boy’s SMALL t-shirt!!!!! wtf is that?!?!?! no really? it’s scary. i was wearing a long-sleeve tee at work and i was MELTING so i had to buy another top to wear. go kids! but SO fat, i'm NOT THAT SMALL!!!!! no really! i'm so tired, i guess i'll go to sleep now.

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 04:24 | link | comments (2) |

CHANGE #20051019

so omar’s album was invisibly released yesterday. the label his group is with is SHIT!~ the shipment was late so it was to be in stores today. BUT i don’t think there are ANY store that actually ordered them because the label slacked yet again, and didn’t speak to distributors and such properly. so they’re performing at importfest (hofest) this weekend at the skydome. yes i refuse to call it ‘rogers centre’. what kinda stupid name is that?

i have 4 whatless 4 hours shifts next week. great. i’m excited. so if i ever get called in, i’m NEVER going to go. unless i have absolutely NO plans, inklings, or ideas of what to do that day. scheduling manager said that shift shittiness would only be temporary, this is ridiculous. o o o! and what makes me even MORE annoyed is that APPARENTLY even if we leave work 15-30 minutes AFTER the store closes, we don’t get paid for it. if that’s the case, then i’m going to come to my next shift 15-30 minutes later or something. wtf is that!? i’m STILL THERE AND I’M STILL WORKING YOU ASSWIPES! but i’ll have to check on my pay stub. and you KNOW i’ll be looking VERY VERY carefully!

sue and i are doomed to NEVER see a tim burton movie. we missed ‘charlie and the choco factory’ and we planned to see ‘corpse bride’ at rainbow in fairview. i rushed from work to get there on time… only to find out that… the projector or something is BROKEN so we couldn’t watch it. ‘wallace and grommit’ it was. it wasn’t bad, definitely more of a kiddie movie, with some subtle adult jokes here and there… worth 4 stars? not quite.

i need a fall/spring jacket. i can’t find one. i want a fun jacket. one that’s worth the money i spend on it because it’s functional AND different looking. hahahaha, maybe with cool ZIPPERS!

jared leto looks funny with short hair. i don’t like it. he doesn’t make a good cover dude for strut magazine. it’s kinda creepy actually. but i have my fall strut yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 02:26 | link | comments |

CHANGE #20050116

so i just had a totally awesome weekend. i LOVE doing stuff like this. i helped set up for the design exchange gala saturday night and helped out with the clearing up of stuff this morning. saturday morning i got there and they were setting up the whole lobby for this garden of eden theme. so they had astroturf as the ‘red carpet’ and there was so much fake and real foliage. i realized that i have NO eye for flowers and flower arranging so i wandered upstairs to help with setting up the uhhh… ballroom. ‘so uhh tim? is there anything that’s not floral-related that i can help with?’ i think they were going for this ‘heaven’ thing since adam and eve were downstairs in the garden. it was all ‘gasp/hack/ew’ white. but it was purty cool. they had GIANT balloons as big as uhh… those large gym balls that people use. i went to go buy a bushel of apples at st. lawrence market.  i was able to procure us a bushel basket thingy so we could carry them apparently the caterers in the garden were making caramel apples with them. ooooooh! then i was mixing white snow. you just add warm water to this powdery stuff, mix vigorously and voila! you have instant snow. but it’s kinda gross. it’s warm, feels like ikura that you get on your sushi, but it doesn’t have that uhh… little ‘pop’ thing happening. anyhow, it’s impossible to clean. and we filled up these square candle holders with it. there were these GORGEOUS white leather couches… well the leather was SO naice and soft. and there was a stage set up in the centre covered with white fun-fur. it sounds tacky, i know, but it looked awesome.

then eric and henry started doing more flower arranging stuff upstairs so i started helping ian load the van up. things were kinda disorganized with people telling some people to do one thing and not knowing how to deal with simple problems when arose. but all in all it was FUN. i don’t know why i like doing shit like this. it’s so so so awesome. maybe because i know that i’m volunteering and nobody can give me shit because i’m doing work for them for free. ha! you HAVE to appreciate what i do.

it’s funny the number of us who were volunteering were disgruntled arts people. ranging from interior design to art history. ha ha and to think, the majority of us WILL NEVER FIND JOBS IN OUR FIELD! what a shame!

anyhow so we finished up basically when the whole event started. so i felt pretty ghetto walking around in jeans and a tank top while others were in gowns and stuff. the models were SO full of themselves, and man some rich folk are ASSWIPES. i’m carry a fucking heavy box to the truck through the doors and rather than WAITING for me to get by, this old asswipe in a tux pushes me aside with his arm. if i had some snot in me i woulda horked some on him, but i just muttered some scarborough lingo under my breath. hahaha, he was a lil confoosed.

henry and i went to get blank dvd-r’s for some reason. and we were discussing the foibles of being asian. he’s studied media in school and has made a film that had only ‘ethnic minorities’ as his charaters. he was accused of being racist by an all-white film panel. riiiiiii~ght! he had to learn martial arts for self-defence. sad eh? cuz people would want to kick his ass for being an asian boy. he was brought up in guelph and now he won’t leave toronto.

this morning was spent scraping double-sided tape off marble and wooden flooring. and well, i can take apart flowery things and at least put the alike things together. it’s funny how when you really think about it, it’s all fake! but it looked SO SO SO good. then it was sweeping floors.

and i met this drummer robert. he’s been working with esthero for the past 8 years and when she performed with the tso recently for a charity gala he performed with the tso. how awesome is that?! so he plays every sunday night at a club, but alas, i’m in scompton where bus drivers get shot. ha! i don’t have a license/car. anyhow, i saw him just before he cleared out and left, and he couldn’t believe that i was volunteering to do this shit. yeah, i mean c’mon, i coulda picked up a shift on the fly for saturday. hhhelll no! i’d rather volunteer and do something FUN thank you very much. and while all that i described doesn’t seem at all fun, it was. i met cool people, i got something to add to my résumé and another reference. so i got a few cuts and scrapes, but i loved it. i got a gift bag which i gave to aruny for putting up with me and feeding me a yummy din-din last night. he got an eye cream sample! hahahahahaha.

anyhow, i’m exhausted and exhilarated. people thought i was crazy for not sticking around for the gala, but really, i don’t have the time/energy/patience to deal with people who are full of themselves and live boring lives. i’d rather do the behind-the-scenes stuff and meet all the cool and exciting people who live funner lives. so i did. and i hope that i see them again someday.

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 01:53 | link | comments |

CHANGE #20051014
went to go see ‘carmen’ last night at the hummingbird centre. it was AWESOME! this was the first time i’ve seen something by the coc and i want to go again. the only problem was the seats. it was SO cramped. and i normally don’t have a problem because i’m so short. but we were sitting in front of the stairs on the balcony section. i got a cramp in my neck because of the seats. there’s a railing that follows the contours of the stairs and the opening so it’s on the way of the stage. you can’t sit back and enjoy. but you can’t really sit up straight because your legs end up feeling VERY cramped. *sigh. wish i could watch it again, but at a better view. there’s something goosebump-inducing about watching something live and hearing it live. richard bradshaw is  and awesome conductor and i hope he doesn’t retire or leave for a very long time.

i live across the street from a lighthouse. i got used to the ONE bright, foglight that they use for the light above the garage, but then they changed their porchlight, and outdoor lightbulbs to those piercingly bright ones. you know in the winter when it’s snowing at night and everything is pink? that’s how bright my room is except without the bloomin’ pink! i should coat my blinds with reflective paint so that it shines back at their house. they leave the light on as soon as it gets partially dark and leave it on until about 8am. i tell my parents we don’t even need our on anymore because it’s so bright.

had my first volunteer shift at the design exchange conference yesterday. it was ok. i got to sit in one of the lectures. i kinda wished i was there for the keynote though, because it was bruce mau and Brigitte shim. i wish that hani rashid was speaking for one of the seminars, he’s going to be at ocad tonight though. boo. tomollo i go to help set up for the gala… apparently there’s going to be ice sculptures and cars. iiiiiiiiiiinteresting. then i go on sunday to help clean up. i was going to help out with the gala, but the shift is from 8-1. i don’t want to get stranded downtown and in my bitter unemployed state (yes, i still consider myself unemployed) i think i might just say a snide comment or two to all the rich hoity-toity folks that show up for the gala. i don’t think it’d be a good idea.

i’ve noticed that lately when me and mel are out for dinner or we go to see the symphony or something people look at us trying to figure out if we’re lesbians or not. wtf?! it’s strange. even this guy i was talking to who was going to work for the ex, but quit i told him i had to leave to meet up with a friend he asked, ‘ooooh a boy or a girl?’ to which i replied, ‘my best friend who’s a girl.’ and he was still curious like oooooooh 2 girls eh? what business is it of yours and why does it matter? so what?! if 2 guys go out for a bite to eat it doesn’t mean they’re gay anymore than 2 chicks are lesbians. what depraved people!

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 15:55 | link | comments |

CHANGE#20051012

the many things i’ve learned so far at my new hell…

1)      i can’t do retail anymore, it’s killing me because they’re SO anal and you have to clock in and out for breaks… wtf?!?!

2)      i thought i’ve seen it all, but yesterday i saw the classiest broad ever! she was flossing her teeth at the counter while my co-worker was doing a return for her.

3)      i’m stingy with my money because i’ve suffered so much for it that i have to get my money’s worth whenever i buy something.

4)      i will no longer bend over backwards for a job unless it matters to me.

5)      i now understand what it’s like to wake up and feel DREAD at the thought of having to go to work.

6)      this is worse than unemployment.

7)      i’m kind of embarrassed to tell people where i work now.

8)      i know what it’s like to be edumacationally over-qualified.

9)      one of the co-owners is a JERK! and if he’s ever in whilst i’m working and he treats me like shit like he did last day on the phone, then i’m going to tell him to SHOVE IT and QUIT. and waltz out of there the happiest girl in the world.

holy shit! SO annoying… managers are usually the ones who have to deal with the numbers not us! so she’s telling me that she wants us to do paperwork such as sph, ipt blah blah blah because they want us to be more ‘involved’ with things. RIGHT. it just means that your lazy ass won’t do all the paperwork. well i don’t get paid enough to do your shit.

i didn’t even tell my parents that i got this job. hahahahaha, they found out from my sister. i say NOTHING about it. i just say i’m working or i’m not. so so so lame. I’M ASHAMED OF MY JOB AND WHERE I WORK!!!!!

and since i’ve totally slagged my place of employment i’m going to go back and delete the name of the store and ask all of you not to mention the name of it either.

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 00:58 | link | comments |

CHANGE #20051005/06

i have entered the realm of the employed. i'm working at _____. wheeeeeeeeee! i think they were just desperate though. because i dropped off my cv, got interviewed and hired all in the same day. strange no? anyhow, if i can find me another job then life'll be peachy. since they're only give me part-time. but that could give me leverage if i do find another job elsewhere.

so i just read somewhere that alkies shouldn’t be the ones to get liver transplants. the drs should decide who would best benefit from the transplant who need them for reasons beyond their power. which i think might be a great idea HOWEVER, how does one decide what’s fair? do you stick the elderly further down the waiting list because they’re ‘going to die soon’ anyway? do you knock an overweight person down the list because they chose not pay heed to warnings? ditto for drug addicts?

unbereebabo. i am worth b minus.

http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=2646&rtn=index-topten i don’t know how much of it is real, but my oh my is it scary.

hahahaa. went to din-din with aruny. he ordered a salad and i ordered the ribs. so i went to the washroom with a terribly squeaky door and whilst i was there our orders came. apparently the waiter was slightly taken aback when arun claimed the salad for himself. heeheehee.

so i figured that the library at Yorkville would have the newest, and latest books. since people are SO picky about image there, it’d only be appropriate to be seen with the new and notable literature. no? i saw a couple at harbucks with some juicy looking books once. i think i’ll go check it out one time.

‘tis the season of APPLES!!!!! apples that eat like a meal. mutsuuuuuuuuuuuuu… how i love thee. SO SO SO good. and they’re HUGE. without the use of pesticides and all those other loverly things. i prefer ‘em when they’re a little bit ripe. so they’re not too sweet, they have a bit of bite and they’re crunchy. mmmmmm. i love fruits in season. they’re the bestest. i was trying to explain that to karl once. i’ve probably written about this before, but we were discussing what foods we missed back home and i said apples in season. and he looked at me like i was on crack. yeah, so we can get still get strawberries in mid-winter, but they’re just not the same as fresh strawberries picked in the summer. i mean c’man. it’s not THAT strange. maybe he can’t tell the difference…

aww. so there was this good-natured lady today selling the ‘outreach’ and she was so giddy, but i honestly had no change. so she told me a joke instead.

‘who are the real blondes in the world?’

‘men.’

i wonder what joke she tells men…

strage spacing and font phenomenon is happening again... STOP!

 

 

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 01:34 | link | comments |

CHANGE #20050929
so now i’m reading a book which is written from the perspective of a sock monkey. heeheehee. it’s chock full of one-liners referring to pop culture like, ‘i pity the fool’ or ‘it’s my party and i’ll cry if i want to. cry if i want to.’ heeheehee. the sock puppet never calls his owner by his real name, but calls him ‘little fool’. it’s sort of a dark book, but the cover shows the sock monkey running towards the bottom right corner. heeheehee. the uhh… main character is a police diver that finds things in the hudson river. and one day he finds the body of one of his ex girlfriend’s. it’s different. it’s light reading, it’s fun.

This is the moment in our story where we doubt the nobility of our

hero. I still love him. I don’t’ have a choice. I’m going to try to get

you to love him again by the end of the story. (p.110)

*gasp. i’m almost adhering to academic citation style. ew!

so here’s some food for thought. i was reading now magazine today and what if the foods that we eat aren’t actually doing us any good? what if all those foods don’t have the necessary nutrients anymore because of the way they’re growing? SCARY! http://www.nowtoronto.com/issues/2005-09-29/news_feature.php who knows how much of it is true, but it’s an interesting idea nonetheless.

sorry i keep referring to other articles and stuff. but well too bad. i do what i please, it’s my glob.

my parents are starting the make-her-pay-rent spiel again. which means i’m now getting REALLY desperate to find a job or 2. what’s the point of paying rent in suburbia with a ‘curfew’, nagging, no cat, blah blah blah. you’ve all heard it before. i want out. need to find a place with CHEAP rent. but clean. but i need a job so i know that i can pay for it. and groceries. hahaha… yeah, i needs to eat. dut dut duuuuuuuuuuuuut!

y’know, it’s really sad when people are so unapproachable that you can’t even tell them things? i’m hoping that i don’t have any serious health problems though. fingers crossed.

unbelievable. i woke up every hour from 2-8. so i gave up. annoying. that was some crazy rain/wind combo though. wowee.

posted by: conspiracytheorist at 01:11 | link | comments |