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[Feb. 15th, 2005|03:14 am] |
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don't see boogeyman. trust me, you'll think it's shaping up to be a somewhat decent movie and then -- bam -- flashing lights and poor effects combined with underplayed character death. if i wanted to see a crappy movie about some dude facing his childhood fears, i'd force myself to watch 'darkness falls' again -- they're pretty much the same god damn movie, anyway. plus, the ending is stupid and cliche; i think they were trying to get across that he was supposed to face his fears, although they did a shoddy job of that. just... don't see that movie. you may or may not shoot yourself in the face if you do.
people agree with me. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2005|05:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | u2 - the sweetest thing | ] |
yeah, so team leader class was simple. they had this pop machine which dispensed free drinks, free cookies & candy were randomly given out throughout the day, and they gave us a ten dollar lunch budget, which they'll reimbursed us for later. on top of that, i got paid for 8 hours of sitting there, doing nothing... and still managed to get 100% on the exam (i was the only one who did perfect on it -- which really wasn't that hard, since it was 20 questions regarding things we had already talked about in class.) t'was not at all like i expected (although i had envisioned an enormous building, packed with machines that dispensed cheeseburgers at will, but i shan't look a gifthorse in the mouth.)
i made sure to spend as close to ten dollars as possible on lunch, and take pop whenever i had the chance. free stuff kicks so much ass.
i need to go tanning soon. i'm starting to get all evil and pale again, t'is evil.
ta, children. |
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| blah |
[Feb. 11th, 2005|11:07 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  irritated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | nin - head like a hole | ] |
so, tomorrow i have to go down to these classes for work... it's somewhere down on 17th ave at 9am - 5pm... god, i wish i had opted for the class in march rather than this one, since i'm completely unprepared for it. right in the middle of my vacation, too. this is gonna suck.
yeah. i had to watch what could possibly be the worlds most boring play earlier today. it didn't help that i was half-awake for the entire thing... it's been a waste of a day.
i watched macbeth earlier this week with ema... t'was pretty good, although the whole semi-modernation placing it in WWI didn't really do too well in the continuity department. other than that, though, it was decent albeit confusing.
i'm coming down with yet another cold... what fun.
uh, yeah. that's all. |
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[Feb. 9th, 2005|12:14 am] |
Coming up in August, I'll be participating in The Weekend to End Breast Cancer. Now, in order to actually partake in the walking portion of the fundraiser, I need to raise at least $2000 in donations. I'm already putting a good chunk of money towards it, but I can't afford to raise the $2000 on my own. While I do realize that I don't have a particularly huge audience for my journal, those who do read it from time to time would be doing me a huge favour if they considered donating towards this event.
One in nine women will develop breast cancer during her lifetime. Look around you -- chances are you know well over nine women. You can do the math, I'm sure. They could be your mother, your sister, your aunt, your spouse... hell, even you. On top of this, 250 men will develop this disease every year in Canada (unfortunately, breast cancer is possible in both genders, meaning that no one is safe from developing it.) Each and every one of these people deserves a shot at life -- and their families deserve the chance to have them around. Imagine what life might be like if you or someone you know were to discover they had this disease; it's a painful journey that, unfortunately, rarely comes with a happy ending.
Every penny donated towards this fund counts. Imagine if your ten dollars bought the pair of gloves worn by the researcher who discovers that one key things that leads to a cure. Imagine you paid for the screws in the microscope used to work with the cells that eventually go on to tell us what is needed to battle this disease. Imagine that you were part of that cure -- imagine the lives you'd save, the families you'd keep together and the huge difference your donation, regardless of it's size, made towards solving a problem that will undoubtedly find itself into your life at some point in time -- if it hasn't already -- if we allow this to go on.
I don't mean to ask anything of anyone -- if you can't afford to donate, I won't bug you about it. All I ask is that those of you able to afford it at least consider giving what you can, in order to help me raise the necessary funds to battle this devastating disease.
Everyone who dies of breast cancer deserved much better -- if everyone who could afford it gave only $20 dollars a month, we'd be so much further advanced. We can all do something to make sure those who lost their battle didn't die in vain -- please consider sponsoring me in this upcoming event. If anyone wishes to help out or possible take part in the event, drop me a line at rocksnikki@hotmail.com. Remember, everything you donate goes towards saving someone's life, and giving them the opportunity to experience their goals, dreams and wishes. Don't let these people suffer longer than they need to.
Thanks. |
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| Yee. |
[Feb. 1st, 2005|10:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  geeky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | stix - mr. roboto (hah) | ] |
Yeah, so today I got drunk at Boston Pizza, and finally told my mom that I smoke. Well, actually that's untrue because:
A) I only had one Pina Colada (sp), so I wasn't even buzzed; liquor just makes me very truthful, and
B) She had pretty much figured it out, since Catherine told her that she had seen me smoking (so much for my smooth hiding the smoke behind the bench-ness), and one time, when she called up at work looking for me, my boss answered saying I was out having a smoke.
But, still. It's nice to get it off my chest. She looked all sad an disappointed, although she finally changed subjects after telling me all about the potential health risks involved. Yeah, cause I haven't seen all the TV ads or anything. But, at least I don't have to hide it anymore -- that's a relief.
Yayness. Five days until my vacation from work. This is most excellent.
That is all. Good bye. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2005|08:19 pm] |
i hate my job. specifically, i hate the restaurant manager. he's such a fucking prick. example of his prickishness, from today:
me: hey... aren't you doing month-end today?
him: (in stupid russian accent) YEAH I ALWAYS DO MONTH-END AT THE END OF THE MONTH LOL *looks to Adam for support*
drum set: BADA BOOM CHING
me: ... well didn't you start at like 8am this morning?
him: LOL I ALWAYS DO ON FRIDAYS LOL *stupid expression/tone of arrogance and smugness*
me: ... well don't you usually come in sometime during the afternoon for month en-- *notices his "LOL IM GONNA ANSWER LIKE A PRICK TO THIS QUESTION TOO" expression*... dude, nevermind.
him: LOL
i seriously need a new job if i plan to not be sent to jail for assault. christ. |
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[Jan. 26th, 2005|06:25 pm] |
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| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | system of a down - ariels | ] |
long time, no update. nothing important has happened lately, so i dont see the need in updating every single day. i'm not feeling very well right now, so i'm gonna finish writing this, and maybe lie down... right now.
ta. |
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| blah blah. |
[Jan. 17th, 2005|02:41 pm] |
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| |  content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | pink floyd - goodbye blue sky | ] |
nothing interesting has happened lately. it's hard to keep journal updated when shit-all happens... hence the general crappiness of my entries as of late. let's see... i worked all weekend, went to the home show (free food galore!) with Angie and Ema, went tanning (I'm starting to get nice and dark again, i look so much better with a tan), and... that's about it. I was supposed to meet up with angie last night but, as often seems to be the case, i ended up falling asleep.
hmm. here, have a few quizzes:
Well, at least I got a good genre:
Damn straight.
I guess I'll have 12 kids in two weeks? Quick pregnancies they'll be.
Uh... the last one will never happen, as anyone who's seen the selection will realize. And apparently my husband will never be good in bed... damn.
That's enough of that. Bye. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2005|02:16 pm] |
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| |  blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | random songs on my moms radio | ] |
You Are 22 Years Old |
22
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
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[Jan. 13th, 2005|11:31 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thirsty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | rage against the machine - mic check | ] |
I'm excited. I'm home sick from work, so I'm fairly bored... however, I now have something to keep me entertained; I bought "A Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" from chapters, and it just arrived in the mail. I've heard so much about this book -- people who normally hate to read have told me that they enjoyed it -- so I'm really looking forward to reading it. I'll post a review later, since I am truly that nerdy.
That's all. Exciting entry, I know.
Edit: I like how my little alien dude emoticon is drinking water through his eyes... interesting. |
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| ja. |
[Jan. 11th, 2005|11:39 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | indifferent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | pink floyd - goodbye blue sky | ] |
I was outside having a smoke, and happened to witness a flock of geese migrating. In January. Now, these confused geese were not only somewhat misinformed as to what the time was, they were also clueless about direction. Yeah, they were flying west. And yes, I must be very bored if I'm mentioning that.
I've started going tanning again. I look better with colour in my skin, so it's a worthy investment.
Yesterday, Angie and I ended up hanging out for most of the afternoon. So I guess my day off wasn't such a waste of time, afterall. We didn't really do that much -- watched tv, went tanning, watched more tv. She wanted to go outside and smoke weed, but my mom was coming home any minute... so none of that.
As usual, I'm fucking tired. It's a pain in the ass.
And, yeah... that's all. This was a pointless entry. |
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| they send me singing "I am an american"... do you? |
[Jan. 10th, 2005|12:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | groggy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | nin - metal | ] |
I'm always so fucking tired all of the time. It's not like I haven't been sleeping, either -- I managed to get upwards of 12 hours last night. However, worknights tend to be less than fulfilling when it comes to sleep. Whenever I know I have to get up by a certain time, I always end up finding something random to distract me from slumber. Whether it's playing around with my website (I got a hosting offer! Thank you so much to maybesomeday.org!), listening to music or wandering off to hang out with friends, something always seems to come up.
Oh well. I'm used to it by now, so it's not exactly hindering my abilities in anything.
I'm really bored right now. I'd ask Angie if she wants to go to the bar later today, except I know she wouldn't want to go (Shuckaluck's is out, since he brother kinda shot and killed the former owner [I still can't believe that it actually happened... I remember being in shock for a few days afterward]... and she hates Woody's [as do I]... everything else is "too far to find.") Everyone else I know is either living far away (as in, Saskatchewan and Lethbridge type far away) or busy doing shit or underage. It's frustrating, never being able to find anything to do. I'm bored as hell, and I don't want to spend my days off sitting around aimlessly on the computer. Blah.
I need to buy a CD burner. Friday, when I get paid, I'll head out to futureshop and see what they have. Ah, I'll have over $1000 in the bank that day... it's a nice feeling. Also, I hope I get my bank statement soon. I need info for paypal, so I can buy some shit I want online. Stupid money.
I need a new job. Seriously. These people are angrier than Jerry Falwell at a gay pride parade, and just as ready to blame shit on me as he is on gays.
What is with that guy, anyway? I'm not gay, but I've never had any issues with gay rights. If someone wants to marry their own gender, I hardly see the problem. How does it affect you? If it makes you uncomfortable and you see this as a reason to protest it, you're a moron. Chruch makes me uncomfortable. 'Worship' makes me uncomfortable. The whole "LOL HE'S WATCHING YOU AND YOU'LL GO TO HELL IF HE'S MAD LMAO" thing makes me uncomfortable. Do you see me running around, protesting against churches? Leave gays alone, pricks.
And while I'm on my soapbox, what is with the sudden rash of 'humour' relating to the tragedy in East Asia? I'm not usually all that sensitive towards what is and isn't tasteful, but in this case... I really think people should realize the seriousness of this. I really can't find anything funny in the whole "people died, people are dying, millions are suffering" genre. Maybe I'm being anal, but I doubt I'm the only one who realizes just how huge this whole thing has been. I didn't even lose anyone in the waves/quake, and I still found myself mourning for the dead. Ah, but morality is a thing of the past.
Seriously, though, if i were religious, my prayers would be with all those affected by it. It's scary to find out just how fragile human life is, and how easily 200,000 lives can be taken.
Hmm. What else? Nothing. I should go now, before I break into my "stop bombing iraq!" lecture, and waste any more of my time. Good bye. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2005|05:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nauseated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | billy talent - this is how it goes | ] |
Hats off to reacquainting yourself with the older albums in your music collection. I had forgotten how much I liked The Tea Party, Moist and Pearl Jam. Plus, all my Big Shiny Tunes albums... ah, I love my taste in music.
Apparently my mom's friend Catherine invited her and I over to dinner. Emily's in town, though, and I kinda want to do something with her before she leaves. If she's already doing something me and Angie will probably end up doing something.
My New Year's was fucked. I came thisclose to liquor poisoning. I couldn't breathe, t'was scary. I eventually felt better -- just in time for midnight -- and ate sun chips. Woo fun.
Sugar Ray -- why did I ever like this band? What a lame attempt at rock music. And, yes, that was indeed a random statement.
Silverchair, though, is a good band... if a little bit cliched.
I should go through all my CDs sometime and figure out which ones I like, and which ones I can sell.
Also, I need a credit card. Ordering things off the internet just doesn't work without one. Other than paypal, but my bank takes 32037 years to send my bank statements, and you need them in order to activate your account.
So, yeah, I shall go now. Ta. |
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| Ok. |
[Dec. 28th, 2004|05:32 pm] |
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| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | bush - the people that we love (speed kills) | ] |
This is my more-decent christmas update, since my other one was pretty slack.
For Christmas, I got a number of random smaller things (chocolate, etc.) plus a couple bigger gifts.
From my mom:
- Tons of chocolate, mini-jewelery, candy, etc.
- Perfume set with four different scents.
- Nine Inch Nails CD
- Random Great White North CD... by someone. Those dudes who sing the 12 days of christmas ("three turtle necks, two french toast, and a beer.")
- Random stuff she buys using the money our relatives send us for christmas (wtf? i don't mean to be an asshole, but i don't really like the sweater she bought for me using the money my aunt sent out...she really should let us have the money for ourselves.)
From my dad:
- MP3 player
- extended memory for said player
- batteries with charger
- a lamp
From James:
- System of a Down CD
- Uh... something else. :\ I'm a bad sister.
I got money from various different people, too, as well as a number of gifts (gloves, etc.) T'was a decent christmas.
Gifts for my family, from me...
James:
- Coca Cola calendar
- Donny Darko DVD
- Mindless Self Indulgence CD
Dad:
- Pringles
- I, Robot DVD
Mom:
- Garfield calendar
- Back massager thing
- CD rack
- Fawlty Towers (british comedy) DVD
plus, stuff for other people that I don't feel like naming.
Christmas dinner was... interesting. Lots of drunkeness.
Sunday was boring. Moving along to monday, I went over to my dad's at like quarter to one. Jamie and Lisa (my cousin's) were already there. We sat around watching TV for around three hours, before my Dad, Allison and Jackie (Allison's mom, who happens to have the same name as my aunt) got home. We ate spaghetti for dinner, then watched 'I, Robot.' It was a pretty decent movie; Will Smith had a nice body. I ended up getting home at around 1AM.
Today Jamie, Lisa, James and my Grandpa came over at around noon. We went to subway, where my grandpa spent 50+ dollars on all of our subs (I kept the sub club points, yay free six inch [with purchase of medium soft drink, of course.]) After, we headed over to laser quest. I came in 5th; james, of course, finishes first.
This irritating group of elementary school kids kept following me around. Finally, I got fed up and spun around, screaming: "I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASSES AFTER THE GAME." As they scattered away, I shot them all. I managed to take out entire groups of people -- I'm getting a lot better at this game.
This middle-aged guy was running around, looking as if he actually believed that this was war. Seriously -- his eyes were bulging out, his face was bright purple, and he looked like he literally believe that he was gonna die. I laughed at him, and then shot his sensor. He looked pissed.
Did I mention that I get pretty mean when I play laser tag?
After coming in 5th (because I'm fabulous like that) out of 27, we went back to my dad's for a bit. We sat around and talked until Byron came over to pick up Jamie and Lisa... after saying goodbye, I came back here.
It's been a fun few days, save for the fact that I've only had 2 smokes the entire time. I'm nicking out pretty badly... i'll survive, though. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 26th, 2004|09:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | billy idol - white wedding | ] |
My stomach hurts.
That said, on with the christmas cheer. Christmas was the usual drunken feast of evil. Lisa was, of course, completely wasted. What else is new? Wanda felt the need to dance, the males hid in the living room... uh, yeah. All that holiday cheer.
All in all, t'was a typical christmas for my family.
Tomorrow, I'll be visiting with my cousins and grandfather. Although they're all British, the latter lives in Montreal. Jamie and Lisa (different Lisa than the drunk one,) my cousins, live in Middlesex, apparently... wherever that is. My grandpa already came over on Christmas morning to visit, so that was cool.
Yeah. Too tired to write anything else. Bye. |
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| good, good, good vibrations. |
[Dec. 19th, 2004|09:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | beach boys - good vibrations | ] |
I did some christmas shopping. I got a couple things for my mom:
- Back massager thing, since she said her back was getting pretty sore from working.
- Garfield calendar. She loves garfield, so I figured it would be a neat little mini-gift.
- CD stand. She said she wanted one.
I'm also gonna buy her a gift certificate for one of the many jewelery stores at the mall. It won't be extravagant -- I'm not exactly rolling in dough right now.
For James, I bought something too. I won't write what it is, since he might read this (small chance, but I shan't risk that.) I'm getting him something else tomorrow, once I figure out which CDs my mom has bought his off his list.
I'm still trying to figure out what to get Angie, Ema and my Dad. For everyone else, I'll probably end up just giving them a card. Wish I had more money to blow.
Speaking of money... I think I might start looking for a new job soon. I'm pretty much ready to move on from McDonalds -- I've had a good run there, but after a year and two months, things are getting a little bit too repetitive for me to handle. Not sure where I'll apply yet -- definitely not fast food, though -- but the many promotions + good track record + high probability of good reference = easy to find a new job. I hope.
My cousins and grandfather are coming out something over the next few days. I'll go to visit them at my dad's. That'll be awkward, but I'll deal with it -- the whole seeing my dad thing, I mean.
I guess I should get Allison something for christmas. Not really sure what she likes, though. I'll get James' input on that.
Meh. I'm gonna go now -- things to do, shows to watch. All that fun stuff.
Ta. |
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| hmm. |
[Dec. 15th, 2004|06:54 pm] |
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| | good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | pink floyd - another brick in the wall prt 1 | ] |
ideas for quiting smoking:
1) Calculate how often I buy smokes. Anytime I would have spent money on a pack, instead put ten dollars into a jar. If I end up buying a pack, I have to use the money out of this jar. Once the jar is full, use the money to buy myself something I really want.
2) Whenever I get a craving, chew on gum. Obvious tactic, but it really does help battle the urge to smoke.
3) Calculate how much money I spend on smoking per month. Instead of spending this on smokes, have my bank automatically place this money into one of those automatic savings accounts (the type that you can't touch until it reaches a certain level... can't remember the exact name.)
4) Slowly cut back. I have certain times during a day that I smoke. Even if this isn't successful in helping me quit, it'll still cut back on all the shit in my lungs... not that it'll make a huge difference.
5) Physical activity. Trouble breathing = reminder of how shitty smoking makes you lungs.
6) Find someone to quit with. Make a deal with them -- if either one of us smokes, we owe the other one a pre-determined sum of money. Requires trust, of course.
7) Pay attention to anti-smoking adds. They really are effective.
8) Only carry one or two around with me at all times. A limited amount = not smoking as often.
9) Quit putting it off, and actually make a concious effort. I've been telling myself "I'll quit soon, just another week" for the longest time. Stupid me.
Any other ideas, I'd love to hear 'em. I'm kinda not wanting to die of lung cancer here. |
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| Your mom. |
[Dec. 10th, 2004|10:24 pm] |
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| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | DJ Jean - Trippin' on E | ] |
[i know]: Your mom.
[i want]: Your mom.
[i have]: Your mom.
[i wish]: Your mom.
[i hate]: Your mom.
[i miss]: Your mom.
[i fear]: Your mom.
[i hear]: Your mom.
[i search]: Your mom.
[i love]: Your mom.
[i ache]: Your mom.
[i care]: Your mom.
[i always]: Your mom.
[i dance]: Your mom.
[i cry]: Your mom.
[i do not always]: Your mom.
[i write]: Your mom.
[i confuse]: Your mom.
[i can usually be found]: Your mom.
[i need]: Your mom.
[have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing]: Your mom.
[favorite place to be kissed?]: Your mom.
That is all. Good night. |
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| Hey, it's just human life -- nothing important, or anything. |
[Dec. 9th, 2004|08:37 pm] |
Why do people commit murder? I mean, there's greed, jealousy, revenge and, of course, "getting rid" of a snitch -- all of which are unexcusable, of course; however, you can almost see how a warped mind could precieve those as reasons to murder someone -- almost.
What I can never understand, though, is how someone could murder a human being whom they've never had any contact with -- and not only that, but plan the murder out, spending months anticipating this unfortunate individual's death.
That said, reading this -- an article describing the death of Dimebag Darrell (former member of Pantera) along with three other epeople -- really fucking bugs me. To just fucking pick up a gun and think "hey, I should kill so-and-so for the hell of it, since they never did anything to me" is so fucking wrong -- I'm honestly speechless.
It's all so very fucked up. Really, why is there so much evil in the world? I do wish I could go a day without stumbling across at least one article reminding me of just how fucked up the world really is. I know I say that a lot -- and I do wish I were exaggerating. Unfortunately, I'm not.
And, hopefully the gun man is rotting in the depths of hell -- being raped by Hitler, and such. Seriously.
I'm going over to Angie's now. Ta. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|01:35 pm] |
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| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cat Power - I Don't Blame You. | ] |
So, today was my first time as opening manager -- and I think I did pretty well, considering my lack of experience. I forget to do one or two things, but everything important got done. I'm actually pretty happy about this promotion -- although the only raise in pay is from my breaks now being paid, it's a great point to add to my resume. Whenever I move on to a new job, I'll be able to apply for a higher position than 'crew' -- which is good, since I don't think I could go back to being any sort of working peon, regardless of the place I'd be working at.
I'm been awake since 1:20pm yesterday. I'm pretty worn-out right now, though all things considered, I could be a lot worse.
I'm in the midst or developing a novel. Ah, yes, my inner writing nerd is still alive and well -- she's just been hibernating for the past little bit. Anyway, it's coming along pretty good so far. I've finished the first chapter, though it's far from what I'd like it to be. Editing + time for new ideas = success, though.
Ah. I'm in a pretty good mood right now.
This morning was a different story. My mom and I had a fight, over the fact that Angie stayed up all night with me. See, my mom isn't exactly a fan of Angela, and she isn't too keen on having people over on week nights. I can understand that, too, but the way she chooses to express her frustration bugs the shit out of me -- which lead to everything that happened this morning.
We worked things out -- so, that's good.
Anyhoo, I'm off to check out the SA forums and see if a few websites I like have been updated... and then it's sleep time.
Ta. |
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