WTFF?!?!?!
okay, so, for seriously here, does God hate me?
my hours this week at shoprite:
monday: 12:15-6:30
tuesday:2:15-10:00
wednesday:2:15-10:00
thursday:1:15-9:00
friday:2:15-10:00
okay? this is my first job. i am sixteen.THIS IS MY FIRST WEEK ON THE JOB AFTER TRAINING. okay? my MANAGER saw my hours and pretty much went, "jesus christ." people i have talked to who have worked there FOR YEARS saw my hours and went, "what the fuck? i only worked eighteen hours my first week." WHAT THE HELL.
this lady almost made me cry because i taxed her four cents on ther newspaper. the manager was just like, "you handled it well, and at least you get a nice paycheck for this week. i'll fix it for next week."
BUT THAT"S NOT THE POINT. i don't care about the money, even though i guess i should. i just. don't.
all i care about is warped tour, so when i came home and sobbed into my computer monitor for a few minutes it was because my mom was being a bitch and wouldn't let me use her creditcard to buy the ticket off ticketmaster. well, i got the tickets. so, big sigh. seriously. i might be able to sleep tonight.
another thing? i've been over-dosing myself on my prozac. i feel like gerard-fucking-way, seriously. you feel like shit when you forget, and then you take more and you're just like, outrageously happy and energized. and then you come down and you get a headache, and you don't want to move or eat...which reminds me. i actually have to take some right now. so i have to go. i'm so tired, and my eyes are puffy. and i have to work eight hours tomorrow, which i just figured out is only one hour les then a full, 9-5 job. i totally signed on for part time. what the hell.
ps. about the alex thing. it looks like next week, because being a girl absolutely blows, i don't care what anyone says. well, except for the boobs. boobs are nice :). but other than that...idk. i'm supposed to be going to warped tour with sam, so i am a little bit afraid. but, y'know, warped tour far outweighs a friend of mine's ex-girlfriend finding out that i give better head then her...as told by said friend. multiple times.oh, and that we're boning next week. >.> because she's strangled me before, she'll do it again. i hope i don't get drunk and tell her, because that would blow. no pun intended. (well, maybe just a little bit.)
pps. i need a boyfriend. stat. everyone else has someone they're interested in, and i want one. i feel alone. it's not good. all my best friends are like, "involved." let's say, if not actually in a relationship. i would even be happy if i liked someone. pining away from afar is better than being depressed that you're not. and no, i don't like alex. i just kinda want to bone someone. what i need, ladies and gentlemen, is an "interest". other than sonny moore. who i resolutely refuse to believe i have an interest in. it's weird if you fangirl about someone basically your own age. well, to me at least.
outie.
oh, PPPs. THE USED IS IN THE STUDIO TO MAKE A NEW ALBUM!!! finally. also, quinn has produced this band Eveline's cd. they're good, look for their myspace.
my hours this week at shoprite:
monday: 12:15-6:30
tuesday:2:15-10:00
wednesday:2:15-10:00
thursday:1:15-9:00
friday:2:15-10:00
okay? this is my first job. i am sixteen.THIS IS MY FIRST WEEK ON THE JOB AFTER TRAINING. okay? my MANAGER saw my hours and pretty much went, "jesus christ." people i have talked to who have worked there FOR YEARS saw my hours and went, "what the fuck? i only worked eighteen hours my first week." WHAT THE HELL.
this lady almost made me cry because i taxed her four cents on ther newspaper. the manager was just like, "you handled it well, and at least you get a nice paycheck for this week. i'll fix it for next week."
BUT THAT"S NOT THE POINT. i don't care about the money, even though i guess i should. i just. don't.
all i care about is warped tour, so when i came home and sobbed into my computer monitor for a few minutes it was because my mom was being a bitch and wouldn't let me use her creditcard to buy the ticket off ticketmaster. well, i got the tickets. so, big sigh. seriously. i might be able to sleep tonight.
another thing? i've been over-dosing myself on my prozac. i feel like gerard-fucking-way, seriously. you feel like shit when you forget, and then you take more and you're just like, outrageously happy and energized. and then you come down and you get a headache, and you don't want to move or eat...which reminds me. i actually have to take some right now. so i have to go. i'm so tired, and my eyes are puffy. and i have to work eight hours tomorrow, which i just figured out is only one hour les then a full, 9-5 job. i totally signed on for part time. what the hell.
ps. about the alex thing. it looks like next week, because being a girl absolutely blows, i don't care what anyone says. well, except for the boobs. boobs are nice :). but other than that...idk. i'm supposed to be going to warped tour with sam, so i am a little bit afraid. but, y'know, warped tour far outweighs a friend of mine's ex-girlfriend finding out that i give better head then her...as told by said friend. multiple times.oh, and that we're boning next week. >.> because she's strangled me before, she'll do it again. i hope i don't get drunk and tell her, because that would blow. no pun intended. (well, maybe just a little bit.)
pps. i need a boyfriend. stat. everyone else has someone they're interested in, and i want one. i feel alone. it's not good. all my best friends are like, "involved." let's say, if not actually in a relationship. i would even be happy if i liked someone. pining away from afar is better than being depressed that you're not. and no, i don't like alex. i just kinda want to bone someone. what i need, ladies and gentlemen, is an "interest". other than sonny moore. who i resolutely refuse to believe i have an interest in. it's weird if you fangirl about someone basically your own age. well, to me at least.
outie.
oh, PPPs. THE USED IS IN THE STUDIO TO MAKE A NEW ALBUM!!! finally. also, quinn has produced this band Eveline's cd. they're good, look for their myspace.