Pointless Announcements

I am super pissed.  I went shopping earlier and got a really cute dress, a pair of butt lifting jeans and a shirt, right?  Well, the stupid hefer at the counter FORGOT TO PUT MY SHIRT IN THE BAG.  It's sure as hell on my receipt, though!!!!!!!!111111111 (<---intentional kthx).  Now Imma have to go back downstairs into the mall (on a day when there's like 12 different kids' groups visiting down there) and convince them they I didn't just hide the shirt somewhere and that I'm not trying to rip them off.  I don't care if they have to shut down the store and take inventory, I'm walking back out of there with either my shirt or my money. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!111111111111111

 I feel really bad.  There's a party tonight, and even though I know I'd enjoy myself...I don't really want to go.  I feel like a big failure since not getting into Juilliard.  No one even really knows about it, but I still feel like they do and I still feel like I'm being judged.  And I'm all paranoid and suspicious about all my friends lately.  I avoid them because I feel like I feel like I'd such a, I dunno, burden.  Plus I'm pretty sure I don't have much of a chance of getting in anywhere else I applied, and either way, I wouldn't want to go.  It seems like everyone else just gets into their first choice and that's that.  

Plus everything I once liked doing seems kind of silly and pointless now.  Apparently that's a symptom of depression.  And I feel pretty awful and there are tears in situations where there should be none so, who knows.  The embarassing thing is just the fact that it's such a douchey thing to get so upset about and I wish I didn't care so much.

I'd go as soon as possible. I would also go when that hefer works again, because if I worked there and you came in with this claim, I wouldn't buy it. Even if I did, I'm sure they'd have to check with hefer or the manager to see if they can even give you the shirt.

Frank, will you delete my double post so I don't look pissed *and* stupid?  Btw, the hefer tried to give me a hard time, but her manager intervened so all is well and I have my shirt.  And it's a really cute shirt, so...I can has happiness now.

Frank won't, but I will. HA! Take that, Speedy Gonzalez.

10Q!

I meant to do so after I responded to your posts but I forgots. Anyway, Glam is on top of things and took care of it. Thats why he gets paid the big bucks around here.

Ok, so now you have to fashion parade this cute shirt that caused all this mayhem.

Next time you need a cuddle, put on that outfit Kelly LaBrock is wearing in your avatar, and give me a call.

 sure thing daddyo

You seem to always feel bad before a party. How do you feel before a play? Right before, I mean?

I find it amazing that somebody your age can even be so stable. I wouldn't use the word sympton when describing how you feel. There's nothing embarassing about being upset about something that upsets you and I think anybody who isn't depressed at least some of the time hasn't been paying attention.

What a  shock the sun is shining in Tuam today.

Cover your eyes!

WHAT!

I missed it!!!

there was a bag of crap and everything.

I totally missed the bag of random crap.  Again. 

They secretly mock me and never let me get one.  I missed it by one item last night.

I could really go for a pizza puff right now.

I bought 5 new sweaters and a shirt yesterday. 

 my hands are so dry today I don't know what's wrong with me. agh it makes me feel so uncomfortable.

Well, thanks mommy!  

It somehow makes me really happy that you pointed out that feeling bad before a party thing.  It's sort of true, and I hadn't noticed it before.  Also I like that you actually read peoples' posts.  I'm not so sure how I feel before a play.  I guess, prepared?  Nervous and stuff but in a good way.  It's nice.

For the record I did go to the party, and apart from today's hangover which has been quite gentle really, it was good, very good, and I'm glad I went.  

I'm offering advice, don't laugh this off as sarcasm. All you can do is keep trying kid. You know what you want and so what if shit didn't fall into place, are your favourite actors the ones who did have everything fall into place? The ones who were born beautiful thin, blue-eyed blonde and six foot with rich parents and a Julliard scholarship waiting for them? Or are they the ones with talent who kept on fucking working, and keep on fucking working, simply because they love it and whilst it's hard, they know they love it and keep on at it? Shit, look at you, you've been involved in so much stuff it's hardly believable, that website with you on, all those other actors must have been at least eight hundred. You know whether you've got talent or not. This isn't intented to sound patronising, apologies if it does, it counts for me too: You're a child who's soon going to be shunted into womanhood with no parents to fall back on at night, to feed you and clothe you, you'll be outside in the cold working and earning and having most of your money stolen by the government to build roads to places that nobody needs to go.  Don't confuse other peoples shittering as your own worth. It's a severe world, but purse your lips and persevere because you have talent, and most people unfortunately don't, they masquerade. I masquerade. You've got it though Clara, you just need to work through the shit heap.

Oh, I take back what I said. Laugh this off, ignore it. I should get more sleep.

 I just took a three and a half hour nap.  That was too long.  Yet it still took all of the will power I could muster to get up.

Those are the best naps. I was supposed to nap when I got home but that didn't happen. I'm going out now to get some grub with my brother then I'mma go hang out by my lady friend's house later.

I went thrift store shopping today and scored. I got two little velvet jackets–a red one and a gray one, a blue chinoiserie top with frogged buttons and a mandarin collar, a weird silk tube top sort of thing that ties at the neck, and a pair of levis jeans that are sort of skinny legged with a long inseam. Oh, and a  slightly moldy copy of Joan Didion's the year of magical thinking which I've been wanting to read, but now I can't remember why.

Total: $35.00

Hmm.  Well, I'm not being sarcastic when I say, thanks.  Thank you very, very, very much.  Is it pathetic that reading that gave me a lump in my throat?  Whatever, it did...

Great advice Alex.

This morning, I was woken by the sound of my phone playing a song at me. The same song that I've always had as my alarm, and that has recently become my ringtone as well. So, being jolted from a comfortable sleep, I was thinking "Wtf, I didn't put my alarm on!" but when I rolled over and looked at the screen I saw someone was calling me. Unknown number, so I answered, and it was work. They wanted me to come in from 4 to 8 tonight. Still trying to open my eyes, I was confused and disoriented and said "No, I can't, I'm not in Sunbury at the moment." The woman on the phone says "Yes, your mother told me that, but she said you might still be interested."
For some reason, at this point I was under the impression it was Saturday, and I wasn't due to come home until Sunday. So I wonder why my mother would think I'd come home early for work, and politely decline. Hang up the phone.
A shower and a cold coffee later, I realise the date, and then the time-and-a-half salary I've missed out on now.

i got new underwear today. Fashion Parade here I come!

I discovered today that my father is friends with Australia's longest surviving AIDS sufferer.

My dog has finally moved into our new house with us! I'd forgotten how difficult he is.  He's pissed everywhere but outside and he's only been here about two hours, looking very smug about it too. It was all picturesque in my head since we live right by the river with the nature trail and woods behind us but when put into practice it isn't so peaceful.

 ok so I think I've got rid of the infection I had... and now I have a cold.

If I was going to start feeling sorry for myself I think it would be now.

[Quote] I discovered today that my father is friends with Australia's longest surviving AIDS sufferer.[/Quote]

How long has he had AIDS?  I was never really sure how long you live with that.

Sam, how did you find that out?

Have you been out sick from work for awhile? Will this cold further keep you out of commision? Being sick sucks.

yeah it sucks balls. I feel better thanks but still a bit lousy. I'll be back to work tomorrow though. (happy joy etc)

Good to hear.  I could use another break from work. Maybe I need to get sick and take a couple of days off.

 well when I went to the doctor she said you can self-diagnose gastroenteritis so basically you can just say you've got that and take a whole week off

Awes! I would need a note from the doctor though. We have to have one if we miss more than 3 days in a row. We get treated like school kids around here.

I was devastated to haveto call in sick the FRiday before last because I was actually sick. It was a piss easy 4 hour shift and everything, not even my normal 9-6.30

I don't know why but everything I type on here comes up like I'm drunk even when I've cheked it over, hmmmmm.

I once had to call in sick when I had someone working 3 hours for me. they owed me the time, but I came down with the bubblygut and so I called in sick. That would have been an easy day of work too!

He's only early 40's but he's had it for 11 years. He's still in quite good health, so I think he has a few more years in him.

I think Magic Johnson has had it for around 15 years now.

I saw one of the coppers get tased earlier! It was hilarious.

on purpose?

Ha, yes. Our department just got tasers and they were doing training with them. I got the chance to see one of them get tasered before I started work. The noise a grown man makes when he gets tasered is unlike any other noise in the world.

These Fruit 2 0 waters are pretty good

Lake Michigan lake effect weather is shitty!

Preach, son, preach!

There 's a very dodgey estate in the town that i'm from, it's basicaly a drug area (smack n crack bein the two main currencies) as with most of these areas you can buy basicaly anything if ya don't giv a fuck where it came from. On one occasion a friend who was passin thru the area was offered a taser gun, not one of the harpoon kind but the ones that ya hav to touch the victim with the two prongs on the end. Now he's got a taser gun n nobodies willin to be be the first vic, pissed off wiv havin a funky new toy n nobody wantin to play he volunteers himself. We all stood round with great expectations of the fuckin idiot doing somersaults or at least some super freaky break dancin. He shuts his eyes and grits his teeth n another guy gives it him in the back. No kapow, no funky dancin, no screamin, basicaly nothin. He hit the floor and was out cold for a few minutes. Major anti climax. Concerned we may hav done it wrong he volunteers to go again (I don't know if I respect the guys huevos or if I should reconsider who I know socialy) Big let down, exactly the same effect. Although the toy was a let down he managed to treble his money the same day when he sold it on.

PS only kiddin about reconsiderin my friendship wiv the guy, he brightens even the dullest occasion.

hhm

I want to read Irvine Welsh, but my library doesn't have him, and I'm too poor to afford him

Av ya tried askin your local library if they will request the books from libraries in the same area. This might only apply in england n I don't know where your from so this may not work.