Gonna Write a Letter to God Demanding His Resignation
Hello people!
I don't recall the details of my dreams.
But I remember being in mortal danger. Something or someone was trying to kill me, and I was terrified that I was going to die. When I woke up, I gasped and put my hand to my chest, like I was scared awake. It was an awful feeling to wake up with. *shudders* I got up at 7:00 this morning, when my alarm went off. I got ready for work, but was absolutely miserable (as usual).
I just wanted to go back to bed. I went downstairs and said hey to teh rents, and mom said that she wanted me to stay home. She said she had a weird feeling about the day, and that she also had a dream where she was almost killed. How creepy is that? Alas, I didn't stay home. I wanted to desperately, but I knew I had to go to work. Dad took me and dropped me off at 8:00. The New AM, Joel, was there.
He is awesome, I really love that guy, lol. He's just so chill and seems just as annoyed by stupid retail shit as the rest of us. Anywho, the day went by painfully slowly. And, I mean, really fucking goddamn slow. It was awful. I gave them my official, hand-written two weeks notice. Glad that's behind me. And finally, at 4:00, I got to get the fuck outta there. But, I had my sleeves up all day and got a lot of compliments on my tats.
Mostly from guys, lol. X] I liked that. ;D Oh, but this one guy who comes in every single Saturday to buy beer said, "What are you putting all that shit on yourself for?" And I explained it a little, and he just sort of shook his head and walked away. I said, "Have a nice day!" and he completely ignored me! Asshole. Teh rents picked me up at 4:00 and we went home. They had brought me chicken nuggets from O'Toole's! :D
They were delicious! I took a very quick shower cuz I needed a refresher, and then teh rents and I went out for a drive to see the car I want to buy. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. We're hoping the guy just moved it and that it wasn't already sold. I really want it. :3 We stopped for ice cream on the way home. It was delicious. Then I told mom about this totally brill idea I had while at work today.
A few days ago, I thought of doing another Young Writers Showcase in, like, October, so it wouldn't be a whole year between them, just cuz a year seemed like a long time, to me. But today, I thought: why not have a Horror Writers Weekend? We could feature young writers, but also (hopefully) feature well-known, published authors such as Stephen King or Peter Straub (if they're willing to come, of course).
Mom was ecstatic, LOL. She got really into the idea. XD We talked a little about other authors who could be guests at the event, but then she and dad wanted to watch Grey's Anatomy and shit, so I went upstairs. I played GTA: San Andreas for a few hours, til around 11:00. I got sick of playing then and flipped to TV, where I saw that Jurassic Park was on! You can guess what I've been doing since then. ;]
Teh rents went to bed and mom's letting me use her computer, of course. But I'm going to bed soon, myself. I'm exhausted. Oh, Happy Rapture! Hopefully, you all survived. Steven Weber was tweeting things he would do on his "Last Day on Earth," and the title of this post was one of them, lol. So hilarious. Okay, the end.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*
I don't recall the details of my dreams.
But I remember being in mortal danger. Something or someone was trying to kill me, and I was terrified that I was going to die. When I woke up, I gasped and put my hand to my chest, like I was scared awake. It was an awful feeling to wake up with. *shudders* I got up at 7:00 this morning, when my alarm went off. I got ready for work, but was absolutely miserable (as usual).
I just wanted to go back to bed. I went downstairs and said hey to teh rents, and mom said that she wanted me to stay home. She said she had a weird feeling about the day, and that she also had a dream where she was almost killed. How creepy is that? Alas, I didn't stay home. I wanted to desperately, but I knew I had to go to work. Dad took me and dropped me off at 8:00. The New AM, Joel, was there.
He is awesome, I really love that guy, lol. He's just so chill and seems just as annoyed by stupid retail shit as the rest of us. Anywho, the day went by painfully slowly. And, I mean, really fucking goddamn slow. It was awful. I gave them my official, hand-written two weeks notice. Glad that's behind me. And finally, at 4:00, I got to get the fuck outta there. But, I had my sleeves up all day and got a lot of compliments on my tats.
Mostly from guys, lol. X] I liked that. ;D Oh, but this one guy who comes in every single Saturday to buy beer said, "What are you putting all that shit on yourself for?" And I explained it a little, and he just sort of shook his head and walked away. I said, "Have a nice day!" and he completely ignored me! Asshole. Teh rents picked me up at 4:00 and we went home. They had brought me chicken nuggets from O'Toole's! :D
They were delicious! I took a very quick shower cuz I needed a refresher, and then teh rents and I went out for a drive to see the car I want to buy. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. We're hoping the guy just moved it and that it wasn't already sold. I really want it. :3 We stopped for ice cream on the way home. It was delicious. Then I told mom about this totally brill idea I had while at work today.
A few days ago, I thought of doing another Young Writers Showcase in, like, October, so it wouldn't be a whole year between them, just cuz a year seemed like a long time, to me. But today, I thought: why not have a Horror Writers Weekend? We could feature young writers, but also (hopefully) feature well-known, published authors such as Stephen King or Peter Straub (if they're willing to come, of course).
Mom was ecstatic, LOL. She got really into the idea. XD We talked a little about other authors who could be guests at the event, but then she and dad wanted to watch Grey's Anatomy and shit, so I went upstairs. I played GTA: San Andreas for a few hours, til around 11:00. I got sick of playing then and flipped to TV, where I saw that Jurassic Park was on! You can guess what I've been doing since then. ;]
Teh rents went to bed and mom's letting me use her computer, of course. But I'm going to bed soon, myself. I'm exhausted. Oh, Happy Rapture! Hopefully, you all survived. Steven Weber was tweeting things he would do on his "Last Day on Earth," and the title of this post was one of them, lol. So hilarious. Okay, the end.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*