guess who's heeeeeeeere.

=D.

email me when you read this.

Blue187603@yahoo.com

yeah I was just talking to Alan last night about how my mom's all gay and shit and keeps waking me up in the morning for no reason, and how her justification for this is "well you stay up too late." Some nights I don't get off work until 2 or 3 a.m.. and I'm not the kind of person that can just drop like a brick the second I get home. Plus nighttime is the only time I get to talk to Alan except on my two days off a week, so yeah.

Anyway though, I signed off at about 3:40 because I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I did a couple fishythings, and then found myself wide awake. I tried laying down and listening to music, and when that didn't help, I finished about 90 pages of this stupid book I was reading. I finally went to bed when the sun was starting to come up..

at 8:22, my mom jerked my window open, pulled back the blanket and started talking about SOMETHING stupid. I don't even remember what it was, I just yelled at her to stop freaking doing that and leave me alone. And I shut my window again.

at 11:41, I wake up to the phone ringing. It confused the hell out of me, because I hadn't had it in my room last night at all, but it sounded like it was right next to me. I looked through my blanket, suspecting she opened my window again and stuck it in, but didn't see it. When I sat up I could hear that the sound was actually coming from my door, and when I opened it I saw she had left the damn thing on the floor in front of it. All this took some time, so throughout this whole proccess I heard about 18 rings. The answering machine picks up after 5, and she just kept hanging up and calling back. I don't know how many rings I slept through, either. So anyway, I answered it, and do you know what earth shattering advice she felt compelled to wake me up for? "Take the diet dr. pepper out of the freezer before it explodes."

 So now here I sit, half awake and hiccuping like crazy, headachey, feeling sick and getting confused about everything over and over again. When I came out here a little while ago I thought it was Friday, and now I'm wondering if it's not really Sunday instead of Saturday.

grrrrrrrrr.

yeah so all my fish died except my bettas.. and I have a couple I got recently, but I was so caught up with the sick ones and busy with Lesley and work and talking to Alan and things, that I STILL haven't named three of them. And stuff.

Current up-to-date pet list:

Orange/red betta: Wallace
red/purple: Bisquik
Blue: Lime
Yellow: Spike
yellow girl: Missy
White male Betta: Charlie the Monkey, my Modesto fishy.
Ian's half-dead blue/green betta: Brayden
Blue/Yellow 1: ?
Blue/Yellow 2: ?
White Female with little red spots on her fins: ?

Male (redorange) Swordtail: Knight (he's got a sword.. yeah.)
Female Swordtail: Kiwi
Female, but weird Swordtail: Olive
Male Red Wag Platy: Bam Bam
Female 1: Pebbles
Female 2: Dino
blue platy female: Brandy
Gold molly male: Tortoise (he has pretty spots)
Gold molly female: Applesauce
deformed but cute male guppy: Spork
Female guppy with the same fin pattern as above: Snork
Blue ("delta blue") female guppy: Delta
8 Female guppies that I can't tell apart.. Tracy, Lacy, Casey, Jacee, Stacy, Macy, Pollyann and Barbara.
4 male guppies I can't tell apart (YET): Bright, Blue, Cookie,
Dough
Neon tetra #1: M
Neon #2 M's (M&M's, get it?)
glowlight tetra #1: Jelly
glowlight #2: Bean
Zebra Danio #1: P
Zebra #2: B
Zebra #3: J

blue Parakeet with white spot on his head: Murphy
(note: I'm like, 90% sure that Murphy is really a girl, but since I'm not positive yet, his/her name is still Murphy. But I'll change it later if he/she lays eggs or something.)
blue Parakeet that likes squawking and gnawing: Jack

..and a Gweebi.

I need to find time to clean my room and stuff.. I'm gonna put my dresser in my closet again I think, but after that ..it won't be too hard to clean out that whole side of my room. And when I do, I think my mom's going to buy me a biiiiig fishytank.. and then Kale and I are going to go and pick out a bunch of fish.  yay!

you: "oh goddamnit"

righty then, lots of things have been happening lately. I've been working a lot (I had 37.5 scheduled hours last week), I sleep a lot, I'm reading a long book, and Lesley was here for a full week and we kept leaving and shit. Plus I'm getting sick of coming on because no one ever talks to me except Alan and occasionally Meag, and Alan's not always on and Meag's almost always gone. Yay for rhyming.

Anyway. As of two weeks ago I had like 80 fish.. consisting of umm.. six mollies, six platies, a swordtail, a bunch of guppies, a fancy goldfish, two glow-light tetras, two neon tetras, three zebra danios, ten bettas and a shitload of baby black lyretail mollies, silver mollies, guppies and swordtails. And then, well, they all went away.

It started when Lesley was here, one night (okay, it was about 5 a.m.) I went to bed and saw that a few of my fish were laying on the bottom, not looking too healthy. And two were dead. I did tests, changed the water, took out the sick fish, but nothing seemed to be helping. So slowly, over the course of a week and a half, I lost ALL of my fish except two zebra danios and the bettas. And I don't know how much longer the danios will last. Grrr.

My mom's still saying she's going to buy me the big 50 gallon tank ($99.95 at Petsmart, including two hoods, stand is $71.84 at WalMart, and the filter will be between $30 and $40, and either I'll convince her to get it or I'll do it myself.) After I get that, I'll use my ten gallon tank for a couple goldfish or something and put ALL my decorations and things in the big one. And when it's settled and ready, I'll get me s'more fish.

Also, I got myself a couple birds. Two blue parakeets named Murphy and Jack. I can't remember which one's which, though. lol. Everything's good so far, they're a bit on the unfriendly side (they gnaw on my hand whenever I come near them, unless they're cornered, and then they let out insane squawking). They're both supposed to be boys, but I'm starting to think one's actually a girl. The way you can tell is the little ..thing on top of their beaks is tanish brown on the females and blue on the males. The bluer the male's beak thing, the older it is. Well one of mine is obviously blue although it's light, and the other is, well, it's a toss-up, lol. He/she/it is either a chic or they're gay, because they cuddle up together and things. It's really cute. When I got them, the first seemed okay with being captured. The second however, made a point of being as loud and squawky as he possibly could be. I USED to know which I picked first (Murphy) and which I picked second (Jack), but now I'm confused, and they both seem to squawk at me equally. One I'm having an easier time getting along with, the mystery-sex bird. He/she is fine with sitting on a perch (box with a bar, hanger, necklace hanging from my ceiling fan, anything) near me, but doesn't like being touched. Touch the bird and you're gonna get gnawed on.

So far they've been alright, though. They twitter and chirp cutely when I'm not right next to the cage, and seem to sleep through the night. I haven't been woken up once by their noise, and Gweebi stopped messing with them on the second day, lol. She still watches them like a kitty-TV, though. The two birds seem to really enjoy each other's company, always staying together even though the cage is really big. I'm thinking I might get another one before the sale's over on the 18th. A green or yellow one this time. Or maybe the pretty white one I was looking at before.

hmm hmm hmm, what else has happened? OH! lol, Dean got fired!! That one assy guy that I kept complaining about. Yeah he's gone. YAY! =)

Lastly, at least I think it's last, but I probably missed a bunch of stuff.. I'm getting a car. See, Jenni had a Kia and an Escort, bought a van and sold the Escort to a friend of my step-dad's. I was joking around with him while he was here and told him to give me his other car.. and, well, he's going to. Mom and John are going to pay to have it fixed, and I'll have to get my own insurance and pay for gas. I don't know how much it'll be, but in this first month of working at Jack in the box, I've gotten almost $600. I'm pretty sure that's enough to cover car insurance, even if I'm 19 with a permit.

Okay, I got off the phone with Alan two hours ago saying I wanted to go to bed. I have nothing else to write, I've seen this episode of X-Files and my birdie is asleep next to me. I think (s)he's trying to tell me something.

so yeah, 'niiiiiiight.

Dean (to Vince, about me): "she's such a bee-otch, and she can't even take a joke or anything. She never even laughs"
me: "k."
Dean: :::accidently hits himself in the crotch with the mop handle:::
me: :::laughs:::

so there, you assbastard.

yeah in my last post, I said he was STARTING to bother me. And that was what, five, six days ago? I think I've only worked three of those past five or six days, and I'm about to strangle him. Thing is though, it's not only me that's about to. Jared came in only half an hour before Dean got off, and he was ready to kill him by the end. Therese, the GM, took him into the back of the store and lectured/yelled at him THREE TIMES. Lulu, the other manager, got so frustrated with him she started banging her head into the wall. And Rachel, the girl he's apparently renting a room from is foaming at the mouth.

Okay, it's Saturday night/Sunday morning. Payday was Friday. His check was $398. He has to pay Rachel's mom $390 a month, and he gave her $150 of it on Friday, which is great. But then he decided he wanted to take it back so he could buy a "really cool" bike. And he's been taking things from them and being an ass about staying there. "the bed's cool and everything, but what I really need is a bigger pillow." "you guys think you could get me a space heater? it's kind of cold in here." "Rachel, I'm gonna take your alarm clock, I need to be up by two this afternoon to go to work" "can you get your mom to be home by 1 today? I need a ride to work." "hey you know that extra tv you got? mind if I take it in my room? and how about a couch?" Seriously, I'm not lying. This is what she told me at like.. ten o'clock. There's more though.. he's been lying to them about what he's going to do, where he's been and how late he's going to be, he's been constantly pestering Rachel's mom to taxi him around, and he's been acting like he's GOD since he lives in their converted garage. He's taken two blankets from them, one was a spare and one came off Rachel's own bed because he was too cold. This coming from a guy who claims he was living under a bridge. And the thing with the rides? Rachel lives about as far away from Jack in the Box as I do, just in a different direction. He's got a scooter, and it's straight downhill. The guy's a full year older than me and about as independent as Nathaniel. I'm surprised he can even remember to bring in his work shirt. Oh wait, he ALWAYS LEAVES IT ON THE WATER HEATER. That isn't a fire hazard, I swear.

I still pretty much like working there, I'm just starting to get frustrated with things. I was on the drive-thru for about two hours today, and the way it works is one person takes the orders and gets the drinks and the other collects the money and hands out the food. Well I was taking orders and getting the drinks.. but since the people who have been there longer than I have couldn't really handle it, I was going back and forth between the register, the shake machine, the drink machine, the fry bin, the fryer and the pass-through. And then to make it even better, Dean GAVE AWAY something that was coming up for the car at the window and didn't even think to tell us or anything. So we ended up having to park the car, and then Chris and I were still so busy with what cars were still in line that we couldn't get to that one. So we left it to Richard and Dean. Yeah, BIG mistake. Fifteen minutes and eleven cars later the car was still parked out there and the chicken was sitting under a heat lamp.

Oh yeah, and I was supposed to work from 7 pm to 3 am today. But at 3, no one who was going to work showed up. Dean ended up coming in like two and a half hours late. So yeah, Lesley and I were eating lunch at a restaurant in La Mesa when mom calls Lesley's cell phone, saying Terese called for me, sounding frazzled and wondering if I could go start work immediately instead of at 7. So that's what I had to do.. but by the time I got back to Santee, got my stuff, went there and changed, the people that didn't show up on time were there, and they didn't need me. Right after I clocked in Lulu said to me "we don't really need you anymore, so if you want to leave again and come back later it's okay."

so ARG. and I miss Alan.

A Brown Crayon (1:15:16 AM): Sauteed Manatee.
IWishIWasUrmomma (1:15:20 AM): mmm

..don't ask.

man that guy's starting to bug me.. he couldn't scratch his ass properly for minimum wage, let alone cook/serve/clean/whatever in a fast food restaurant. And he has this nasty habit of NOT DOING SHIT except standing there, trying to stare over my shoulder even though he's six inches shorter than me and whistling the Lassie theme.

Two people were on break and three were trying to get the drive-thru register working. There was one guy putting together all the burgers and crap, me frying stuff by myself and Dean standing around. I had eight different orders on the screen and didn't know what was new and what wasn't because of the people fucking with the drive-thru. I had chicken patties, fries, curly fries, potato wedges, chicken strips, monster tacos and chicken tacos cooking, with eight regular tacos waiting to be prepared in front of me. The curly fries had about a minute and a half left on them because I had just put them in.. and Dean kept coming back and staring at me, telling me to hurry up with the curly fries. A new order came up with egg rolls and jalapenos and a bunch of other shit I didn't have down, and instead of trying to help, he just stands there bitching about the goddamn curly fries. And he kept doing that all night long. Finally I blew up and told him in slightly nicer terms to help me or go fuck himself. I'm pretty good at working the fryer, especially considering the fact that I have veeeery little previous experience and I just completed my fifth day, but when people start trying to stress me out over things I can't control, it just pisses me off. Grrr.

man.. I've heard of people hearing voices, but does anyone ever hear beeping? the fry timer is constantly going off in my internal kitchen. I was listening to Smashing Pumpkins on the way home tonight, and I kept turning the volume off because I heard some high-pitched sound, and didn't know if it was a wind chime or what. Every time I turned the sound off, I didn't hear anything. I turned it back on, and it came back shortly after. AHHHH it just did it again. :::whimper:::

I'm going insane..

..r.

Breakfast of Champions. holy crap that was a weird book.

and the title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with it.

Riiiiiight then. My rabbit escaped and I thought I had lost him.. dumb thing. I searched the backyard over and over again and couldn't find him.. and went to look in the front when I heard voices. From outside, not in my head. Anyway.. the weird women next door that always bitch about my family were sitting outside smoking and drinking, so I asked them if they had seen a rabbit. They immediately pounced on me and latched onto my legs with their slimy green claws. I tried to escape, but apparently they'd been working out (like lesbians do) and easily overpowered me. They took me inside and forced me to watch old reruns of Ellen and Rosie.. man did that hurt. My brain felt like it had been under a heat lamp and I was running out of options.. so I started repeating the word "penis" over and over again. They both began foaming at the mouth and hissing, clouds of smoke billowing from their ears. I closed my eyes, protecting them from the acidic fumes quickly filling the room. Then the sound went away. I slowly opened one eye and realized that they had completely dissolved into the badly laid tile floor. I then ran like hell all the way down the street to my house next door. The end.

Okay maybe a little bit of that badly written story was made up. Alright, all of it but the sitting on the porch smoking and drinking was.

Anyway though, they kept me there talking for about two hours. It wasn't that bad, actually. Then Darryl called my name and said he had heard something moving around in the backyard, and that I should come check. I went back with him and saw my dumb rabbit calmly sitting on the other side of the pool. We split up and tried to trap him, but he scampered off. Twenty minutes later, I was back at the neighbor's house, holding my not-so-bright rabbit. And yeah.

So now I'm sitting here, yawning and betting that Alan probably isn't going to come online tonight. But on the other hand, almost this same situation played through on Sunday/Monday morning, and when I FINALLY gave up and went to bed, he called my house and woke my parents up. so bah.

hmm.. x-files is probably on.

GUESS WHAT I GOT TODAY?!

THUD THUD THUD. "Wobin, can I use yowr piddow to way down on the couch? and gwamma told me to say to you happy buuthday"

..well ..they're going to be gone most of tomorrow. I guess that can count as a present.

oh oh, me, me!

"this stupid thing is going straight up into my crotch."
-my mom, about my bike seat.

does anyone have a spare bike seat?

..would you mind replacing the one I have? I can't seem to go within five feet of it without convulsing.

Anyway, I lived the life of a typical lazy bastard today, but it was hot and I felt sick. I got up at 11 and watched an episode of ER and then some shitty "J-Lo" movie with her as a cop. She was bad at it. That movie Enough wasn't too bad, because they showed somewhat of a transition between the nice-little-girl-with-a-big-ass to a tough chic that can beat the hell out of people, and it had an okay script. In this movie, I knew exactly how it would go from the first five minutes. To make matters worse, she was supposed to be tough the whole time.. and I guess she hadn't gotten to that part in her acting classes yet.

I ate a piece of string cheese, got sick, watched "A Baby Story" with my mom, followed by "Amazing Animal Videos." By then it was, oh, three o'clock I guess, and John came home early so I retreated to my bedroom. Then I came back out and called Burger King about six times because I need my goddamn W-2 (or whatever) tax return form, and they haven't sent it. Apparently Jesus isn't the manager anymore, some guy named Sam is.. and that STUPIDPRICKASSHOLE Moises is still there. God I hate that guy. He's so fucking stupid.. it took me forever just to get him to sort of figure out what I wanted. And after all that, all I got was a goddamn "coll baak too-mard-ow, oke, de man-ah-j-or vill be hceere den, oke bye-bye"

After that I sat on the porch and drew the house across the street, listening to my neighbors talk about how crappy we are from the other side of their fence. Then I got my bike and rode around barefoot for a while, with Sally on my scooter. Then I tried something a little different.. I put Gweebi on my shoulder and started riding again. Three times. She didn't cry or scratch me or anything, she just sat there looking around. I stopped when Jenni pulled up in her van and she stayed there on my shoulder the whole time. I guess she liked it, I dunno.

It was fun though, lol.

After that, Jenni left again and took Sally with. That's when the whole thing with my mom and my bike started. lol that sounds so dirty.. but yeah, she kept bugging me to let her ride it.. and I was whimpering and stuff, cause yeah, ..things. But then she did anyway for a couple minutes. The seat bent about three inches lower than is usually is with me on it, and the brakes started screaming for help any time she tapped them. And then she said the thing about the seat. ..man. :::shudder:::

okay yeah, I don't have anything else to say.