THE ODDS WILL BETRAY YOU...

PEE. ESS.

I AM MOVING.


TO THE dollhouse.


I GOT THE NAME FROM SOMEONE & I FUCKING LOVED IT <3 NO, I DON'T MOVE EVERY YEAR OR ANYTHING. I JUST COULDN'T LET THAT NAME PASS ME BY.

* I'll start adding people tonight or tomorrow. Not sure yet if it'll be Public or not, so if you're a random reader and/or stalker, please add it, just in case I do make it Friends Only!

Holy fuck.


I'm turning 19 tomorrow, which is pretty fucking nuts. I still feel 17.


AND NEW EL JAY FOR IT YAY.

I'll link it tomorrow morning.


IN THEORY, TOMORROW I WILL....
+ do ADIML
+ pierce my left cartilage
+ get my new camera
+ mail my swap
+ get lunch with the family
+ eat an icebox cake
+ go mini-golfing
+ read outside
+ play tennis


Note the "in theory".

Hi, lovers!


DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE LAST.FM?


PSYCHOSOMAT1C@LAST.FM


I just made it earlier, when some LJSC people were talking about it, and I liked the idea of it reccomending bands to you. If you're on it, please add me, or leave your name so I can add you myself. Obviously, there isn't much there, but I downloaded the thing which tells you information about whatever song you're playing through iTunes, so it should start filling up with stuff pretty fucking soon, seeing as how I despise silence and am on my computer ridiculously often.


Tomorrow I can start reading outside and re-building my tan. I'm not working again until Friday, but...

TUE: pay-day
WED: birthday -- camera; cartilage piercing
THU: possibly drama/debate party @ Landry's; library!
FRI: 5-10
SAT: 9-3
SUN: 9-3
MON: 5-10.30


I like having the next few days off. Reading, tanning, tennis, and some cleaning, because my room is getting nuts and starting to annoy me.

Yeah... the wireless at home is being a whore because Cox blows ass, so I'm currently abusing the Wi-Fi at P-Bread.

Working 9 to 3, and then theoretically we're doing something for Chuckles.



Note the "theoretically", as I haven't seen him since Thursday.



Father's Day is a fake-ass holiday.


Birthday Wednesday, and now Target carries my camera, too. YAY!

I'm sleepy.


Getting up at 5.30AM to leave the house at 6.25AM and work at 7AM is not cool, guys. NOT COOL AT ALL!


It was slower then yesterday, but busy enough so that I had to stay the whole time. I got new pants after. Black ones, but whatever. The color is allowed, and I wore black pants when I was first hired there.

The one weird thing is that I kept ringing up all these interesting people. Like a few Germans who are living in the area for three months. And a woman from Scotland, whose accent I recognized. And a man with a wicked interesting name. More interesting then 'Ketan' ["KET-n"], but Ketan is just plain pretty, although it was a man's name. AND I SAW THIS GIRL WHO'S HAIR WAS HIGHLIGHTER PINK.



HIGHLIGHTER PINK~~!!!!!!!! Olga rang her out, but I asked her how she got it that bright. Bleached, and left the dye on over-night. Good to know.


And I found the Chanel earrings! SQUEE!! The little interlocking "C"'s. Cute stuff.


Aaaaaaand I'll be back at Panera in less than 10.5 hours. YAY LIVING AT WORK.

Bit that blows is that Olga mentioned that when Dru returns, our hours might start getting cut. If they do, I'm going to be pissed. I've worked there longer than him, and I fucking need hours or I will be getting a second job. But several people have quit, so I hope that is not true. Working with Bryce tomorrow, which is always fun. Hopefully Adam, too, because he was wicked fun during that shit-ass class, which all of us have been making fun of ever since. AND I LEARNED THE EPIC TALE OF THE GOLDEN LLAMA AND OH MY GOD IT WAS AWESOME. Plus, Lavin said the best thing ever about our store: "We're the Amish Panera" <33



8 TO 3 TOMORROW.


SELF: target. clean. O.C. tennis. journal. sun. reading.


//EDIT: The pants are awesome. AND I LOVE THESE EARRINGS <3 I look like some wicked preppy girl, but whatever.

My soul is currently owned by Panera.

THU. 8-2 -> was sheer hell
FRI. 7-2
SAT. 8-3
SUN. 9-3


Of course today at work I ripped my fucking pants, but I sewed them back together about thirty minutes ago, because the ones I bought suck and I hate them. I will get functional new pants after my shift tomorrow.


Yay tons of people after 11 and non-stop phone-in's? Yay getting no break and seeing Andrea go on hers when she doesn't do jackshit? Yay getting screwed out of an $8 tip?


SELF: Get that Against Me! album. Ditto Ivydrive... or try to see if Ivydrive lets you download it, and see where they're touring & tell Bryce. Ditto Projekt Revolution bands.

I'm scared right now.


Something happened today, and no-one really knows what it was or how it happened or who is behind it or when it will stop.

My day started off normal enough. I woke up, went downstairs, tooled around online for a bit, watched "28 Days Later". I went back online after that and when I was checking my e-mail, there was some weird news headlines. Like a lot of people disappearing, and some serial killers running rampant in the bigger cities or something ridiculous like that. Really strange deaths in growing quantities. I was suppose to go to some training class for work, and I called to make sure it was still happening, and they weren't sure why I was calling to check. Apparently, they hadn't heard anything about the serial killers or whatever the hell was happening.

The XTREME SERVICE thing was fairly pointless. Going there and getting back was really fun, and I basically spend the class making fun of it with my table-mates and Adam. We were passing notes back & forth and we'd all keep laughing at stuff randomly. I think the amin guy hated us for not paying attention, but whatever. I didn't actually learn any new stuff. I did learn about Bryce's band, Ivydrive. He listed that as his talent and pimped their MySpace, which was really funny.

After I got home, there was more news. Apparently, its not serial killers. It can't be. They think it is some kind of terrorist attack or something. Some weird kind of bomb or... or.. virus... or.. they're not even sure! They don't even see how the fuck it is possible, but its happening, so it is!


Do you know what they're saying? THEY'RE SAYING THAT SOMEHOW THE DEAD ARE RISING UP AND ATTACKING!! They realized that attacks were all happening in places right next to graveyards & mourges. When the soldiers got in [they deployed the army on American soil, how insane is that?], they saw the graves were empty. They saw how the attackers were all coming from one area and followed it. Its spreading, though. More and more reports are popping up. They just keep killing, and the army can't be everywhere at once. I mean, they're only human.

OMFG.

THE NEWS IS ON AND THERE ARE REPORTS IN MY COUNTY OF THESE THINGS ATTACKING. Holy shit, what if they make it this far? I mean, they can't, can they? The nearest graveyard is probably a good five miles away. Oh fuck, but how fast are they? Oh my god, what if they get through? Its possible. It really is. Suffield is small and


THEY'RE SAYING WE SHOULD TAKE SHELTER IN OUR BASEMENTS OR A BOMB SHELTER. OH MY GOD. THE PRESIDENT ISSUED THAT WARNING. THEY DECLARED A STATE OF EMERGENCY.

Oh my god, this is really happening. The reports are true and WHAT WAS THAT NOISE? I'M GOING DOWNSTAIRS IN TO THE BASEMENT OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSE TO DO?!



Okay, we're in the basement. Me, James, DiDi, the cats. We quickly grabbed matches and stuff and lit candles and James brought all his knives and he is sifting through all the crap to find stuff we can use as weapons and DiDi doesn't really understand it and WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT NOISE?


I JUST HEARD WINDOWS BREAK. OH MY GOD, THOSE THINGS ARE BREAKING IN TO THE HOUSE.


FUCK I HAVE TO GO PLEASE LET US BE OKAY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

If I ever turn out like either of my parents, I will never forgive myself.

My mother married a man who doesn't care about her and emotionally abused her.

My father doesn't give a fuck about his family and only has one as a status symbol. He is stingy as hell and has no real friends. He is a sexist racist who doesn't care or know his children, and they are learning this. He only talks to James & I when he needs up to do something. He literally says "I need you to rake/mow the lawn/vaccum...". No "Please blahblah".


Fuck him.


In lighter news, I have an assload of hours, which is nice.


AND THE MOTHERFUCKING ZOMBIES ATTACK TOMORROW HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT?!

CHECKOUT THIS MOTHA-FUCKA!

ATTENTION!!!


IF YOU'RE BATTLING/RUNNING AWAY FROM/WATCHING ZOMBIES TOMORROW, COMMENT ON HERE.




THAT IS ALL.

THIS JUST IN: The world is a seriously fucked up place.

"Schools in northwestern Connecticut have been advised by state police to implement a 90-minute delay after they received a bomb threat Sunday. Police said the caller told police that a bomb would go off around 7:30 a.m. Monday."


Seriously. What the fuck?


Besides that, today was pretty tame. I worked from 9 to 3, and it had some sketchy moments. For whatever reason, one of my managers and some of my co-workers thought it was extremely strange that I wore my belt to the side -- as in instead of the buckle being right at the front, at my zipper, it is right in front of the belt-loop on my right side. I've done it for awhile - I just think it is a little different and it looks kind of cute. Slash I've gotten in to the habit of tugging on it when I'm impatient or thinking about something. I don't quite do well when being picked on or laughed at, so I wasn't exactly happy.

And Mike, the other cashier, was being a prick. I don't really like working with him, because while he is pretty, he also isn't too useful. When we have a lull, he just stands there and doesn't do anything. At one point, I was in back making back-ups, and I called Chuckles to tell him about my neighbor's graduation party, because I didn't think DiDi had told him. And Mike yells at me telling me to do my job and stop talking on the phone, even though I was still doing my fucking job and I'm not an idiot and I'm capable of doing more than one thing at once. He is just a dick.

Whatever. Screw Mike. He is pretty, but he is a prick.

Oh! And I found out the managers are fine with us snagging cappuccino chips, so I'm grabbing a bunch tomorrow and going to make cookies with them <33

Almost done with the bracelet I'm making, and I'm going to finish my "Then Sings My Soul" swap in a little bit, and see if DiDi can take me to the Post Office in Suffield or Enfield tomorrow, so I can send them out on time.