Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
My Own Personal Catch 22
I have what many people call "social anxiety." I freak out when I go to parties. I am not very good with being social. I think I have a lack of trust in human beings. I remember going to a party. I never go to them. I got scared and started to ball my eyes out.
I have a hard time asking for help. I always feel like I am a nuisance. It makes it hard grabbing a supervisor if something is not going right. I was sent to a assistant supervisor because I could not figure out if I was going to the wrong place for my e-mail. Little did I remember, I have to set up everything again after going to a different computer. The assistant was not being an assistant. I think the supervisor felt like I was trying to drag her away from her responsibilities. Which I wasn't, I was uncertain on where I could go. Things like this make me nervous about talking to different people. I am always concerned that I will not get help.
Then I go to places where people know who I am. I think it is kind of freaky when someone says, "Hey, Jen!" I guess I have become unfamiliar with someone that I know saying my name. Oh yeah, the person is not a customer on my phone just saying my name. I'm not constantly introducing myself to someone I will know for thirty minutes or less.
It's kind of weird. I am not comfortable in a place where I don't know anybody. I am not comfortable in a place where people know me. I have no clue what to talk about. I never know what to say. I'm gone for a very long time, you would think I would have a ton to say. I think I have officially turned into a hermit.
I have a hard time asking for help. I always feel like I am a nuisance. It makes it hard grabbing a supervisor if something is not going right. I was sent to a assistant supervisor because I could not figure out if I was going to the wrong place for my e-mail. Little did I remember, I have to set up everything again after going to a different computer. The assistant was not being an assistant. I think the supervisor felt like I was trying to drag her away from her responsibilities. Which I wasn't, I was uncertain on where I could go. Things like this make me nervous about talking to different people. I am always concerned that I will not get help.
Then I go to places where people know who I am. I think it is kind of freaky when someone says, "Hey, Jen!" I guess I have become unfamiliar with someone that I know saying my name. Oh yeah, the person is not a customer on my phone just saying my name. I'm not constantly introducing myself to someone I will know for thirty minutes or less.
It's kind of weird. I am not comfortable in a place where I don't know anybody. I am not comfortable in a place where people know me. I have no clue what to talk about. I never know what to say. I'm gone for a very long time, you would think I would have a ton to say. I think I have officially turned into a hermit.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
I Feel Hateful
I think I am a bit overwhelmed. My heart feels like it expands like a balloon. I can't stand looking at my car. I can't stand the new bill coming my way. I wouldn't take care of it, but I can't get in or out of the door.
I have a break from school until the 4th. I have to find a way to fit everything into my agenda. I have to fit work, school, and car all into one. That jerk is going down. It is on like donkey kong.
Besides all the crap, I had a pretty good holiday. I began my new job. I don't know how it is going because I don't really get to speak to anyone. I got some cool presents. I got to see my family. I got to laugh, cry, and yell. It's been an exciting week.
I have a break from school until the 4th. I have to find a way to fit everything into my agenda. I have to fit work, school, and car all into one. That jerk is going down. It is on like donkey kong.
Besides all the crap, I had a pretty good holiday. I began my new job. I don't know how it is going because I don't really get to speak to anyone. I got some cool presents. I got to see my family. I got to laugh, cry, and yell. It's been an exciting week.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Alas, Blaine County
So, I have been waiting on money from U of P. I finally got it today just in time to get myself a new computer. I really should not have left. I should have stayed at home and cleaned my clothes as I originally intended.
I went to Walmart because they had the price range in mind I was looking for. It was as though over night the price of desk top computers went up by $200 to $500. The other place I found cheaper desk tops was at Office Depot. I had bad luck with the people in Nampa, I decided to go to Boise.
Finding a parking spot is difficult. So, I go around. I was going to park on the other side of the road to Edwards. I was driving down the road. I was minding my own business. My eyes are straight ahead. My light was green coming across the intersection so I went. Paul points at the side and I see a car coming out. By then, it was too late. This douche bag hit the side of my car. I get out and the guy coolly points at his light (which is red) and said his was green. The lights change after that and the traffic behind me is stopped. The side of my car is ruined. A fat douche bag walks by and antagonizes me. I tell him to mind his business or I would press charges on him. He could have been fined with disturbing the peace. It is wise to keep your mouth shut when something has happened. You hold off on that until the cops arrive, dickhead.
The cop finally arrived. He spoke to the car that was in back of me. He spoke to the witnesses. He spoke to the driver. They all said that I had a red light. In the long run, I want proof. I want proof that my light was red. This prick that hit me was from Hailey. He clearly was not paying attention. He was driving fast and did not slow down. He is probably someone that would bribe others. I know how people from Blaine county drive. They are arrogant and don't give a crap. A huge majority of them are under the influence of drugs. I will go out of my way to find out if his light was green or red. I know what I saw and I know I had the right of way.
I am glad the cop wasn't an asshole. I thought I had up to date information on my insurance in my car, it's nowhere to be found. It's probably in the backseat somewhere. He is giving me a couple weeks to dig up my new insurance info to get rid of the citation. Instead of giving me a ticket for inattentive driving, he gave me a ticket for running a red light.
So, I have a ton on my plate this upcoming month. Once again, I will be without my car for a couple of weeks once it's in the shop.
I went to Walmart because they had the price range in mind I was looking for. It was as though over night the price of desk top computers went up by $200 to $500. The other place I found cheaper desk tops was at Office Depot. I had bad luck with the people in Nampa, I decided to go to Boise.
Finding a parking spot is difficult. So, I go around. I was going to park on the other side of the road to Edwards. I was driving down the road. I was minding my own business. My eyes are straight ahead. My light was green coming across the intersection so I went. Paul points at the side and I see a car coming out. By then, it was too late. This douche bag hit the side of my car. I get out and the guy coolly points at his light (which is red) and said his was green. The lights change after that and the traffic behind me is stopped. The side of my car is ruined. A fat douche bag walks by and antagonizes me. I tell him to mind his business or I would press charges on him. He could have been fined with disturbing the peace. It is wise to keep your mouth shut when something has happened. You hold off on that until the cops arrive, dickhead.
The cop finally arrived. He spoke to the car that was in back of me. He spoke to the witnesses. He spoke to the driver. They all said that I had a red light. In the long run, I want proof. I want proof that my light was red. This prick that hit me was from Hailey. He clearly was not paying attention. He was driving fast and did not slow down. He is probably someone that would bribe others. I know how people from Blaine county drive. They are arrogant and don't give a crap. A huge majority of them are under the influence of drugs. I will go out of my way to find out if his light was green or red. I know what I saw and I know I had the right of way.
I am glad the cop wasn't an asshole. I thought I had up to date information on my insurance in my car, it's nowhere to be found. It's probably in the backseat somewhere. He is giving me a couple weeks to dig up my new insurance info to get rid of the citation. Instead of giving me a ticket for inattentive driving, he gave me a ticket for running a red light.
So, I have a ton on my plate this upcoming month. Once again, I will be without my car for a couple of weeks once it's in the shop.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
A Haunting In Boise
Old Idaho Penitentary
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Monday was not a good day for me. I toughed it out. I couldn't do it. People I work with were making me annoyed. I was not emotionally there. I decided to grab the bereavement time before I crashed and burned.
I drove to work, I told them I couldn't do it yesterday. Even though I am risking hours since I don't get paid for the time off. I had to be away from people. I came home and I got things done. I knew I would forget over the next couple days.
I watched some ghost adventure thing. My friend had posted a preview of an episode when they came to Boise. They visited the Old Idaho Penitentiary. It was kind of creepy. I have seen that place many times and kind of suspected some presence. Paul wanted to see the place. He hasn't seen much of Boise.
So, a field trip it was. Little did I realize I get a discount with my AAA membership. I forgot, I went ahead and paid anyway. It's only $5 each. That is less than a movie ticket at most theaters.
There were not very many people there. In fact, there was just a group of four before us. Every once in a while we heard them. It was very quiet other than that. There were some changes since I was there last. They opened up the drop room. You can also walk all the way around.
I kind of was creeped out by the darker areas. I didn't want to feel any unknown fingers through my hair. Paul did try to flee one of the buildings. He heard one of the people from the group. They were in other buildings. We were by ourselves in each building we checked out. I really should have been filming the whole time. I didn't film solitary confinement. Paul did on his phone.
We went into maximum security and death row. We were hoping to see some activity, nothing was seen. It did feel the creeps. Paul vanished when I was reading in the hanging room. I finally found him in the drop room.
We left and got some lunch. Paul started posting photos online. He grabbed my attention. I didn't watch my videos yet. He played the one where I was walking through death row. There was loud banging noises. You couldn't hear either one of us speaking. This also happened in solitary confinement.
I thought that was really weird. There was other footage and it wasn't loud. I pulled out my camera and took a look. Sure enough, it is loud there to. Right as soon as I open my mouth the banging noise begins. It's too creepy.
Paul kept on watching his videos over and over again. It was creeping me out. I also watched the ghost adventure guys again. I had to stop watching.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
My Grandma Berglund
I think I may have been an awful grandchild. I don't think I made very much contact with my grandmother since I was 23. I have visited her, but only when I was visiting mom and when mom wanted to visit her. I really don't feel like talking about that. I don't want to talk about the fact that another grandparent of mine passed away during the holiday season. When I am going to die, I'm going to make darn sure it isn't around Christmas.
My Grandma Berglund was a stubborn old woman. I would have sworn that she would have lived to 100. If she didn't out live us all.
I remember going to her house to hide a few times. There was an empty lot beside her house in the trailer court. Us kids would play in there without the worry of getting some disease from all the mosquitoes. I remember she had this fruit dehydrator sitting on the back patio. My favorite thing to do there was peel the skin off of the tree and sleep in the hammock.
There was always some form kind of sewing project. I would be measured from head to toe for some outfit. She even made me a quilt. I still have it. The sides are worn and strips of material are hanging off, it's still good.
She took me to my first concert. We went to see Dolly Parton. I got the program for that somewhere still. She loved Dolly. Who wouldn't? Dolly Parton is freaking cool. I think grandma was the first person I ever heard whistling dixie. Probably the only one, I can't think of anyone else.
Grandma got me addicted to Chinese food. She used to work at the school cafeteria. I guess I always had to be on my best behavior during lunch. Even though my last name was always being spelled wrong. I think we would have International food days and one of the days was Chinese. I never had an egg roll, now I love them. I think I like food in general because of her. My favorite food on the holidays was always at her house. My favorite food was the Flinstone dip and the stuffed mushrooms. I'm game for everything...except for tamales.
I remember the games I would play at her house. She had one of those little people barns that I always plays with. My favorite Sesame street book was There Is a Monster At The End of This Book. The toys were located in the closet in the hallway.
She always had a cat. I think she always needed a Siamese cat. I never knew a cat left "gifts" on a doorstep until she lived in the country.
I don't really have any stories to tell about grandma. I know she was always doing something for me. I thought she was spectacular. Grandma Berglund, I love you and I will miss you very much.
My Grandma Berglund was a stubborn old woman. I would have sworn that she would have lived to 100. If she didn't out live us all.
I remember going to her house to hide a few times. There was an empty lot beside her house in the trailer court. Us kids would play in there without the worry of getting some disease from all the mosquitoes. I remember she had this fruit dehydrator sitting on the back patio. My favorite thing to do there was peel the skin off of the tree and sleep in the hammock.
There was always some form kind of sewing project. I would be measured from head to toe for some outfit. She even made me a quilt. I still have it. The sides are worn and strips of material are hanging off, it's still good.
She took me to my first concert. We went to see Dolly Parton. I got the program for that somewhere still. She loved Dolly. Who wouldn't? Dolly Parton is freaking cool. I think grandma was the first person I ever heard whistling dixie. Probably the only one, I can't think of anyone else.
Grandma got me addicted to Chinese food. She used to work at the school cafeteria. I guess I always had to be on my best behavior during lunch. Even though my last name was always being spelled wrong. I think we would have International food days and one of the days was Chinese. I never had an egg roll, now I love them. I think I like food in general because of her. My favorite food on the holidays was always at her house. My favorite food was the Flinstone dip and the stuffed mushrooms. I'm game for everything...except for tamales.
I remember the games I would play at her house. She had one of those little people barns that I always plays with. My favorite Sesame street book was There Is a Monster At The End of This Book. The toys were located in the closet in the hallway.
She always had a cat. I think she always needed a Siamese cat. I never knew a cat left "gifts" on a doorstep until she lived in the country.
I don't really have any stories to tell about grandma. I know she was always doing something for me. I thought she was spectacular. Grandma Berglund, I love you and I will miss you very much.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
A Skill That Everyone Must Have
Tomorrow, I have a paper that is due. It has to be about 750 words. I can do that, I think the last assignment this week was about 650. No sweat. I read the assignment the other day and I have been thinking a bit hard.
I can't remember what the first thing I thought of was. Many things have been rolling through my head. I asked Paul if he could think of anything. He said that everyone needs to learn Spanish. Well, it could work. However, it may seem bias.
If I think about it, it would be nice to be able to speak other languages. If you are bilingual, you have an opportunity to work in a position and make more money. There wouldn't be a language barrier when speaking to others. That way when a Mexican talks shit behind your back, you have an excuse to punch their lights out.
Then I thought, maybe everyone should learn how to drive a standard. I have no clue how to drive one. I can move one forwards or backwards. Not everyone knows how to drive one. From what I understand, a standard is more economical. I wouldn't know.
I am just a little bit lost. I can't think of anything that would be beneficial to everyone.
I can't remember what the first thing I thought of was. Many things have been rolling through my head. I asked Paul if he could think of anything. He said that everyone needs to learn Spanish. Well, it could work. However, it may seem bias.
If I think about it, it would be nice to be able to speak other languages. If you are bilingual, you have an opportunity to work in a position and make more money. There wouldn't be a language barrier when speaking to others. That way when a Mexican talks shit behind your back, you have an excuse to punch their lights out.
Then I thought, maybe everyone should learn how to drive a standard. I have no clue how to drive one. I can move one forwards or backwards. Not everyone knows how to drive one. From what I understand, a standard is more economical. I wouldn't know.
I am just a little bit lost. I can't think of anything that would be beneficial to everyone.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Yay and Boo
Just as I am making Zack leave, the other one will not be able to pay rent in time next month. He will be paying in February and then some. SO, I will have some ads up again and being extremely careful about spending money.
I graduated from my class at work. The job is fairly easy. I was thinking how interesting it is transitioning from technology to medicated products. I had to keep thinking, "I didn't know satellite technology when I started working at the other place. This will be a cinch!." It is kind of like installation support minus the missing technicians. Well, maybe missing shipments if the information wasn't entered in properly.
I'm hoping to return mom's movie soon, I am growing tired of the damn thing. I had to beg Paul not to watch it anymore. I can't though. I have to meet with someone for assistance with the gas bill. I have to start working on a paper. I also have to start making the cookies. I have to prepare myself for the ten hour shifts. Need a game plan to fit work and school together. Maybe do stuff on my days off?
I graduated from my class at work. The job is fairly easy. I was thinking how interesting it is transitioning from technology to medicated products. I had to keep thinking, "I didn't know satellite technology when I started working at the other place. This will be a cinch!." It is kind of like installation support minus the missing technicians. Well, maybe missing shipments if the information wasn't entered in properly.
I'm hoping to return mom's movie soon, I am growing tired of the damn thing. I had to beg Paul not to watch it anymore. I can't though. I have to meet with someone for assistance with the gas bill. I have to start working on a paper. I also have to start making the cookies. I have to prepare myself for the ten hour shifts. Need a game plan to fit work and school together. Maybe do stuff on my days off?
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I can't breath
It's been snowing. Of course, it is going away. I have to be waking up earlier in the morning to go to work. Which really sucks, I have a nasty cold. I am going to have a hard time resting.
Paul and I went to Wally World the day before yesterday. We decided to look at the dolls. I saw one that had all of this pink gear and it was cute. It was only $10. I grabbed that. Then I saw one with more stuff and cries when you take the pacifier away. I grabbed that one instead. There is going to be one wrapped present under the tree.
I started on some dough for cookies yesterday. So far, I have dough for gingerbread people and sugar cookies. I am pretty stoked. I think I'll have some time to put things together. I get a two week vacation from school.
It's almost time to talk on the phones again. My head is so stuffy. I hope everything is better by tomorrow.
Paul and I went to Wally World the day before yesterday. We decided to look at the dolls. I saw one that had all of this pink gear and it was cute. It was only $10. I grabbed that. Then I saw one with more stuff and cries when you take the pacifier away. I grabbed that one instead. There is going to be one wrapped present under the tree.
I started on some dough for cookies yesterday. So far, I have dough for gingerbread people and sugar cookies. I am pretty stoked. I think I'll have some time to put things together. I get a two week vacation from school.
It's almost time to talk on the phones again. My head is so stuffy. I hope everything is better by tomorrow.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The Crib
I am warming up to write a paper for school. I also am getting a cold. You will have to bear with me. I had to try for a little bit to boot someone off my computer. It's mine damn it.
It's going to be fun once again. Paul failed to tell me the other night that he saw a weed pipe in Zacks belongings. Luckily, Zack's girlfriend didn't grab the bag when she took the dog. Yesterday, I took a look where his stuff was moved to. There was this odd looking orange tube. I had no idea what that thing was. I never seen Zack with it. I attempted to call his probation officer. Nobody was open. I called his grandmother and told him of the findings. Zack's mother called back and told me that he bought some fancy cigarette holder. Right, and the experts in the house said otherwise. We never saw him use it and who do you think you are kidding? She was probably calling so nothing will happen. I am certain she smokes weed with him. He talks about doing drugs all the time to.
So, sometime around the 21st, his mom will be by to take his things out of the house. I felt bad. But, not really since she kept on buying him beer. Evidently, he was never disciplined either. I saw cigarette ashes all of the room. I have said many times, no smoking in the house. Since he has no respect and thinks he can do things behind my back, I will go behind his back and kick him out. Take that and chew it.
So, Paul's daughter wants a baby doll. I saw some really cool toys we could get her, but okay. I thought about maybe going to the Dollar Tree and making a cool baby doll kit. Get a little doll, some of those cool bottles, and a rattle. I was thinking of maybe getting a crib for it. Then I started to think of this really cool crib I had a long time ago. I think I may have given it to good will since then.
I don't remember what day it was, dad and everyone else decided to begin a project. Me and the other kids kept on trying to get down into the basement. What were they up to? The secret club kept us kids out of there. Then on Christmas day, I had me a home made baby crib. It was white and had some of those weird plastic stickers. I think they were the type of stickers that get painted on. I can't remember. I was tickled pink by the gift.
I kind of wish that I still had it so I could give it to her. Maybe I can swing by a thrift store and see what they have for toys. I think I can come up with something pretty cool.
I haven't done any Christmas shopping. I haven't had any money or the time. I am hoping that what I make will be fine.
It's going to be fun once again. Paul failed to tell me the other night that he saw a weed pipe in Zacks belongings. Luckily, Zack's girlfriend didn't grab the bag when she took the dog. Yesterday, I took a look where his stuff was moved to. There was this odd looking orange tube. I had no idea what that thing was. I never seen Zack with it. I attempted to call his probation officer. Nobody was open. I called his grandmother and told him of the findings. Zack's mother called back and told me that he bought some fancy cigarette holder. Right, and the experts in the house said otherwise. We never saw him use it and who do you think you are kidding? She was probably calling so nothing will happen. I am certain she smokes weed with him. He talks about doing drugs all the time to.
So, sometime around the 21st, his mom will be by to take his things out of the house. I felt bad. But, not really since she kept on buying him beer. Evidently, he was never disciplined either. I saw cigarette ashes all of the room. I have said many times, no smoking in the house. Since he has no respect and thinks he can do things behind my back, I will go behind his back and kick him out. Take that and chew it.
So, Paul's daughter wants a baby doll. I saw some really cool toys we could get her, but okay. I thought about maybe going to the Dollar Tree and making a cool baby doll kit. Get a little doll, some of those cool bottles, and a rattle. I was thinking of maybe getting a crib for it. Then I started to think of this really cool crib I had a long time ago. I think I may have given it to good will since then.
I don't remember what day it was, dad and everyone else decided to begin a project. Me and the other kids kept on trying to get down into the basement. What were they up to? The secret club kept us kids out of there. Then on Christmas day, I had me a home made baby crib. It was white and had some of those weird plastic stickers. I think they were the type of stickers that get painted on. I can't remember. I was tickled pink by the gift.
I kind of wish that I still had it so I could give it to her. Maybe I can swing by a thrift store and see what they have for toys. I think I can come up with something pretty cool.
I haven't done any Christmas shopping. I haven't had any money or the time. I am hoping that what I make will be fine.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Ha ha ha.
It is definitely December. I am not talking holiday decorations. Oh no. I'm not speaking of the music of movies. I am talking of all the crap that goes down in my house. If it were up to me, it would be me and me only here.
Zack got a DUI not too long after he moved in. He blamed it on Paul. He told a cop that was just at the house that Paul had all of the beers. This guy is a real douche bag.
So, he goes to court. Has to be on supervised probation. Has to spend 9 days in jail. He continues to drink and party. Causing a delay until jail time. I think I put his months notice in for him. He told Paul not to tell me that he does not have enough money to pay rent next month.
I don't see any officers come by the house. Today, I told Paul that I hope Zack gets arrested. He is causing my issues. He lets his dog tear up the house. He doesn't lock the doors. He leaves the lights on. He picks on the other room mate. He uses other peoples razors and clogs the drains. He pisses in the backyard. He let's minors drink in my home. He needs to go.
Then, tonight, I get a phone call from his grandmother. Apparently, he has not checked in since court. He had a $1,000 fine and a warrant out for his arrest. He told them that he had checked in and he was told that there wasn't enough room. Like that will fly. They arrested him. I was to watch his dog for the night. Someone stopped by and picked up the dog.
I am reluctant on looking for a new room mate. I have had way too many flakes to want to deal with it anymore. I can't afford it. They make my bills go high and they cause me stress and other people living in the house stress. I am hoping that Paul gets a job soon.
Around this time of the year, I had the same exact scenario. Tonya was paying later in the month and blaming it on the economy. I warned her not to pay late anymore. She kept on having one guy after another come over. She was meeting all of these people off the Internet. Then she started to vanish for long periods.
The other room mate told me that Tonya had been fired because she said something offensive. She had ran off to her boyfriends house in Twin Falls. Lo and behold, people were calling left and right concerned about her. Tonya was running away with this mysterious man. I had met him on Halloween. Seemed harmless. He wasn't bringing her beer or anything like another guy was.
Two weeks into December, no rent. I text Tonya's father to see where she went to. About a couple hours later, I get a text from someone else. It was the guy she had ran off with. I told him that she has not paid rent. He told me that money was coming.
No money. I get reached by him again. He did not understand that she did not pay anything. She told him that she paid two months in advance in November. Why would she need anyone to send money if she was paid in full? He told me that Tonya was fired because she had stolen from the store. She was gone because she was in jail.
In the long run, I am pissed because she is lying. I am also pissed because she lied to the other room mate. It's not a good thing to do. This causes paranoia and locks to be put on doors.
I told him that she needs to come home. She is going to be asked to leave. This was a struggle. I would get phone calls from the guy. He wanted to date me instead of her. I told him, getting her here was more important. He nearly dropped her off at her fathers house. She needed to come home. Her ass was grass.
He finally got her back over here. She told me that she paid two months in advance in October. Really? She would still be a month behind. Paul was this guy by the way. She was sponging off of him, using his cell phone to text boys, and eating all the kids food. I had him hang out with me. We watched Good Luck Chuck all night. Tonya kept on knocking on the door. She was using the other roomies phone to text him pretending to be someone else. That really pissed me off because nobody let me know until she was out of the house. Had I found out, she would have been on the street that night.
She knocked again on my bedroom door. I answered. She was in shock. The look on Tonya's face was priceless. Her plan didn't work. She was telling Paul that I had all of these men over and that I had STD's and that I wear a push up bra. That ploy doesn't work.
So, now Paul is living here. He has been living in my home for the past year now.
Zack got a DUI not too long after he moved in. He blamed it on Paul. He told a cop that was just at the house that Paul had all of the beers. This guy is a real douche bag.
So, he goes to court. Has to be on supervised probation. Has to spend 9 days in jail. He continues to drink and party. Causing a delay until jail time. I think I put his months notice in for him. He told Paul not to tell me that he does not have enough money to pay rent next month.
I don't see any officers come by the house. Today, I told Paul that I hope Zack gets arrested. He is causing my issues. He lets his dog tear up the house. He doesn't lock the doors. He leaves the lights on. He picks on the other room mate. He uses other peoples razors and clogs the drains. He pisses in the backyard. He let's minors drink in my home. He needs to go.
Then, tonight, I get a phone call from his grandmother. Apparently, he has not checked in since court. He had a $1,000 fine and a warrant out for his arrest. He told them that he had checked in and he was told that there wasn't enough room. Like that will fly. They arrested him. I was to watch his dog for the night. Someone stopped by and picked up the dog.
I am reluctant on looking for a new room mate. I have had way too many flakes to want to deal with it anymore. I can't afford it. They make my bills go high and they cause me stress and other people living in the house stress. I am hoping that Paul gets a job soon.
Around this time of the year, I had the same exact scenario. Tonya was paying later in the month and blaming it on the economy. I warned her not to pay late anymore. She kept on having one guy after another come over. She was meeting all of these people off the Internet. Then she started to vanish for long periods.
The other room mate told me that Tonya had been fired because she said something offensive. She had ran off to her boyfriends house in Twin Falls. Lo and behold, people were calling left and right concerned about her. Tonya was running away with this mysterious man. I had met him on Halloween. Seemed harmless. He wasn't bringing her beer or anything like another guy was.
Two weeks into December, no rent. I text Tonya's father to see where she went to. About a couple hours later, I get a text from someone else. It was the guy she had ran off with. I told him that she has not paid rent. He told me that money was coming.
No money. I get reached by him again. He did not understand that she did not pay anything. She told him that she paid two months in advance in November. Why would she need anyone to send money if she was paid in full? He told me that Tonya was fired because she had stolen from the store. She was gone because she was in jail.
In the long run, I am pissed because she is lying. I am also pissed because she lied to the other room mate. It's not a good thing to do. This causes paranoia and locks to be put on doors.
I told him that she needs to come home. She is going to be asked to leave. This was a struggle. I would get phone calls from the guy. He wanted to date me instead of her. I told him, getting her here was more important. He nearly dropped her off at her fathers house. She needed to come home. Her ass was grass.
He finally got her back over here. She told me that she paid two months in advance in October. Really? She would still be a month behind. Paul was this guy by the way. She was sponging off of him, using his cell phone to text boys, and eating all the kids food. I had him hang out with me. We watched Good Luck Chuck all night. Tonya kept on knocking on the door. She was using the other roomies phone to text him pretending to be someone else. That really pissed me off because nobody let me know until she was out of the house. Had I found out, she would have been on the street that night.
She knocked again on my bedroom door. I answered. She was in shock. The look on Tonya's face was priceless. Her plan didn't work. She was telling Paul that I had all of these men over and that I had STD's and that I wear a push up bra. That ploy doesn't work.
So, now Paul is living here. He has been living in my home for the past year now.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I Wish Things Would Mellow Out
I have been doing everything in my power to keep everything under control. Going between jobs has not been helping me. Waiting for unemployment does not help me. I have been trying everything to help Paul get a job.
Everything is going great as far as unemployment goes. It never is a good thing. Pay keeps getting lower. I qualify. There was not misconduct. The Department of Labor didn't hear anything back. So, I have a check coming my way.
I also have a concern with the 401k. I already liquidated the other one. What they do is they take 20% for the Federal people. Then another 10% because I am taking it out early. Then I closed the new 401k with the new job. I asked if there would be any penalty for the second within 4 months of each other. The rep said I would not. It's just 20% for taxes and then another 10% for taking it out early. So, I have to leave my savings account alone just in case they do come along and want the 10%.
I have been trying to lower things down as much as I possibly can. I reduced my minutes on my cell phone. This was just in time for me to lose the other job. After many phone conversations during the job hunt, filing for unemployment, and taking care of business my bill was $160. Lowering a cell phone bill does no justice. I removed my land line and I have just the Internet. Been using space heaters and not the furnace.
Today, I get my electrical bill. Last month was $37. This month it was $166. I always run into this crap. Nampa workers showed their laziness once again. I am so tired of living in this hell hole. My last bill was lower because the meter reader was too lazy to open the gate and come into the yard. I will be filing a complaint. Since the meter did not get read, they used a rough estimate. I paid for less than half. What doesn't make sense is that the bill wasn't that high last year. The gas bill is normally that high.
Right now, we are trying to find ways to reduce the bill. We have to take everything out of the freezer outside and put into the one in the house. The space heaters are going to have to go. Ultimately, the gas bill is going to go up. The lights keep on being left on, everyone is going to be spoken to about it. We took the light bulb out of the fixture in the backyard because people keep leaving that on at night. A lot of cutting back on electrical stuff.
Well, I'm gonna go. Phone is ringing. Paul and I are trying to get out of the house for now.
Everything is going great as far as unemployment goes. It never is a good thing. Pay keeps getting lower. I qualify. There was not misconduct. The Department of Labor didn't hear anything back. So, I have a check coming my way.
I also have a concern with the 401k. I already liquidated the other one. What they do is they take 20% for the Federal people. Then another 10% because I am taking it out early. Then I closed the new 401k with the new job. I asked if there would be any penalty for the second within 4 months of each other. The rep said I would not. It's just 20% for taxes and then another 10% for taking it out early. So, I have to leave my savings account alone just in case they do come along and want the 10%.
I have been trying to lower things down as much as I possibly can. I reduced my minutes on my cell phone. This was just in time for me to lose the other job. After many phone conversations during the job hunt, filing for unemployment, and taking care of business my bill was $160. Lowering a cell phone bill does no justice. I removed my land line and I have just the Internet. Been using space heaters and not the furnace.
Today, I get my electrical bill. Last month was $37. This month it was $166. I always run into this crap. Nampa workers showed their laziness once again. I am so tired of living in this hell hole. My last bill was lower because the meter reader was too lazy to open the gate and come into the yard. I will be filing a complaint. Since the meter did not get read, they used a rough estimate. I paid for less than half. What doesn't make sense is that the bill wasn't that high last year. The gas bill is normally that high.
Right now, we are trying to find ways to reduce the bill. We have to take everything out of the freezer outside and put into the one in the house. The space heaters are going to have to go. Ultimately, the gas bill is going to go up. The lights keep on being left on, everyone is going to be spoken to about it. We took the light bulb out of the fixture in the backyard because people keep leaving that on at night. A lot of cutting back on electrical stuff.
Well, I'm gonna go. Phone is ringing. Paul and I are trying to get out of the house for now.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Even With The Long Johns
I have been going to class for the past few days. I am supposed to be on the phone on the 17th. Since I have that day off, I think I will be on the phone on the 20th.
It has been so cold for the past few mornings. I have been trying to keep the heater off as much as possible. It's not possible. At least we have some little heaters. We can cut around some of the gas bill. I have to talk to them on the 17th so I can get some assistance. I am sure I qualify, I have been making less than 4,000 in three months.
You would think that the heat would be on at work. Nope. I dug up my long johns. I am still cold. I thought about investing in some snow pants. The trainer stated that it gets that cold even during the summer. Geez, and I thought Directv got cold.
I have been getting up at about 4am. It has been virtually impossible. People are watching tv late. People are sending messages to my phone. I would turn off the ringer but I use that as another source to wake up in the morning.
I'm still doing really well in school. The professor in one of my classes is kind of weird. She doesn't speak much to anyone. The whole class doesn't really communicate much. I have to post about 8 responses a week in the class that is holding discussions. I have a hard time in there. Nobody freaking speaks. I think I'm going to ask my councilor and see if she can give me some pointers.
The other professor seems to be impressed with me. She comments a great deal on my enthusiasm. I never hear anything about grammar or structure. I post more in her class than the other.
I am doing pretty good over all. Well, I'm gonna relax for a bit. I have to get up early again tomorrow.
It has been so cold for the past few mornings. I have been trying to keep the heater off as much as possible. It's not possible. At least we have some little heaters. We can cut around some of the gas bill. I have to talk to them on the 17th so I can get some assistance. I am sure I qualify, I have been making less than 4,000 in three months.
You would think that the heat would be on at work. Nope. I dug up my long johns. I am still cold. I thought about investing in some snow pants. The trainer stated that it gets that cold even during the summer. Geez, and I thought Directv got cold.
I have been getting up at about 4am. It has been virtually impossible. People are watching tv late. People are sending messages to my phone. I would turn off the ringer but I use that as another source to wake up in the morning.
I'm still doing really well in school. The professor in one of my classes is kind of weird. She doesn't speak much to anyone. The whole class doesn't really communicate much. I have to post about 8 responses a week in the class that is holding discussions. I have a hard time in there. Nobody freaking speaks. I think I'm going to ask my councilor and see if she can give me some pointers.
The other professor seems to be impressed with me. She comments a great deal on my enthusiasm. I never hear anything about grammar or structure. I post more in her class than the other.
I am doing pretty good over all. Well, I'm gonna relax for a bit. I have to get up early again tomorrow.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Happy Birthday!
Do you know how many people have a birthday in December? I can't believe how many birthdays I have seen on Face book this month. There are even people that I know that are not in the Internet that are having birthdays this month.
Today is my dad's birthday. Happy-birthday, Dad! My mom's birthday is on New Years Eve. My uncle Jim's birthday is on Christmas. I wonder what it is like to get presents once a year. So, I know alot of Sagittarius and Capricorns. I think sometime in January is Vikki's and Athena's birthday. Paul's birthday is in January. Oh yes, and the Aquarius, Shykia and little Nini have the same birthday on the 27th.
I never knew any one's birthday for the longest time. I knew everyone had a birthday. When was the hard part for me. I never knew mom's birthday was on New Years until she was telling me about a job interview that she was scheduled for on her birthday.
I think it was because I was always in bed on New Years Eve early. It never occurred to me that it was her birthday. I never realized that years went by either until sometime around 1987. I just aged myself you guys.
Speaking of forgetting birthdays, and I won't let him off the hook, dad forgot my birthday this year. He told me he confused my birthday with Shykia's. All I could think of was Sixteen Candles. I was just happy it was just him and nobody else.
I don't know what I want to do for my upcoming birthday. I would like to have people over and have a little dinner party at mi casa. Everyone is invited. Don't need to bring presents. Just bring yourself. BYOB.
Today is my dad's birthday. Happy-birthday, Dad! My mom's birthday is on New Years Eve. My uncle Jim's birthday is on Christmas. I wonder what it is like to get presents once a year. So, I know alot of Sagittarius and Capricorns. I think sometime in January is Vikki's and Athena's birthday. Paul's birthday is in January. Oh yes, and the Aquarius, Shykia and little Nini have the same birthday on the 27th.
I never knew any one's birthday for the longest time. I knew everyone had a birthday. When was the hard part for me. I never knew mom's birthday was on New Years until she was telling me about a job interview that she was scheduled for on her birthday.
I think it was because I was always in bed on New Years Eve early. It never occurred to me that it was her birthday. I never realized that years went by either until sometime around 1987. I just aged myself you guys.
Speaking of forgetting birthdays, and I won't let him off the hook, dad forgot my birthday this year. He told me he confused my birthday with Shykia's. All I could think of was Sixteen Candles. I was just happy it was just him and nobody else.
I don't know what I want to do for my upcoming birthday. I would like to have people over and have a little dinner party at mi casa. Everyone is invited. Don't need to bring presents. Just bring yourself. BYOB.
Monday, December 7, 2009
My First Funeral
I haven't had very many jolly things to say this month, have I? Just a little bit I suppose. I have many bad things happen to me during the fall and winter. I don't know how it works out that way, but it just does. I was going to celebrate if I didn't end up in the emergency room for a second year in a row. That didn't happen. I am debating whether I want to get health insurance. The pay keeps getting lower while the cost of health insurance gets higher.
When I was 16, I was still in a world of innocence. I didn't know anything about my family history until I was in high school. I think just a couple days before Christmas, I was hanging out in my room. The phone rang and I picked it up. It was Grandma Maughan.
She wanted to speak to my mom. Come to find out, Grandpa had a heart attack. You know, I think this was Christmas Eve. I distinctly remember he died that day. It was weird for me.
I remember being scared to death of going to the funeral. I have never been to one before. I never been to an open casket funeral either. I stayed in the lobby through it. I saw the casket and Grandpa's hands sitting ever so still. Mom told me that there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just as though he was sleeping.
It is nothing like someone sleeping. I knew he was no longer with us. It scared me. I realized seeing someone "resting" wasn't so bad. I went to Grandma Maughan's funeral and got close to the casket. I wasn't scared that time.
There was something that really bothered me about his funeral. I hated the segregation and the need to control someone. I don't remember who it was, some elderly lady told me that I had to sit with her. Why? I wanted to sit with my dad. I hate when some stranger thinks that they can take control of someone and tell them where to sit. She was a relative, I didn't know her that well.
From then on, I never knew of any family feuds. It's so childish. That's one of those things that makes me want to turn to my father and tell him to grow up. Then again, I think it is sibling rivalry. I think it's natural that brothers and sisters fight. But, geeeez. It feels like everyone is involved. I never really got to see Uncle Tommy. Last time he saw me he was calling me Tara. Talk about uncomfortable silence. I rarely see my Aunt Sherry. I tried to contact her around the time of the funeral and she didn't call back.
If anyone were to ask me about it, I would just say I really don't want to hear about it. I don't want to be involved. I certainly don't want to take sides because I think both sides are being absurd. It gets to the point that nobody speaks to each other. I'm not talking just brother and sister. I am talking whole entire families of the siblings. When Justin and I fight, I don't involve anyone else. My parents had good timing to break us up when it was bad. I don't foresee any feuding between Justin and me. It would be a little odd. Then again, mom found it odd that me and him were having a conversation one night. I would hate to see the same scenario where we don't speak for a long time. It's bad enough we don't really speak that much today.
It doesn't bug me. It's kind of nice to hear a familiar voice every now and again. Now, that I am older I still don't understand. Why can't people just get along? It is so rare these days that families get together and have a barbacue.
I remember going to the grandparents homes on Christmas. I remember cool get togethers during the summer as well. It just seems that everything just faded away. Hmm..you know, I do have a huge backyard. Maybe when things are a little more finincially stable, I will have everyone come over. I think it would be cool to have some kind of pot luck. What do you guys think?
When I was 16, I was still in a world of innocence. I didn't know anything about my family history until I was in high school. I think just a couple days before Christmas, I was hanging out in my room. The phone rang and I picked it up. It was Grandma Maughan.
She wanted to speak to my mom. Come to find out, Grandpa had a heart attack. You know, I think this was Christmas Eve. I distinctly remember he died that day. It was weird for me.
I remember being scared to death of going to the funeral. I have never been to one before. I never been to an open casket funeral either. I stayed in the lobby through it. I saw the casket and Grandpa's hands sitting ever so still. Mom told me that there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just as though he was sleeping.
It is nothing like someone sleeping. I knew he was no longer with us. It scared me. I realized seeing someone "resting" wasn't so bad. I went to Grandma Maughan's funeral and got close to the casket. I wasn't scared that time.
There was something that really bothered me about his funeral. I hated the segregation and the need to control someone. I don't remember who it was, some elderly lady told me that I had to sit with her. Why? I wanted to sit with my dad. I hate when some stranger thinks that they can take control of someone and tell them where to sit. She was a relative, I didn't know her that well.
From then on, I never knew of any family feuds. It's so childish. That's one of those things that makes me want to turn to my father and tell him to grow up. Then again, I think it is sibling rivalry. I think it's natural that brothers and sisters fight. But, geeeez. It feels like everyone is involved. I never really got to see Uncle Tommy. Last time he saw me he was calling me Tara. Talk about uncomfortable silence. I rarely see my Aunt Sherry. I tried to contact her around the time of the funeral and she didn't call back.
If anyone were to ask me about it, I would just say I really don't want to hear about it. I don't want to be involved. I certainly don't want to take sides because I think both sides are being absurd. It gets to the point that nobody speaks to each other. I'm not talking just brother and sister. I am talking whole entire families of the siblings. When Justin and I fight, I don't involve anyone else. My parents had good timing to break us up when it was bad. I don't foresee any feuding between Justin and me. It would be a little odd. Then again, mom found it odd that me and him were having a conversation one night. I would hate to see the same scenario where we don't speak for a long time. It's bad enough we don't really speak that much today.
It doesn't bug me. It's kind of nice to hear a familiar voice every now and again. Now, that I am older I still don't understand. Why can't people just get along? It is so rare these days that families get together and have a barbacue.
I remember going to the grandparents homes on Christmas. I remember cool get togethers during the summer as well. It just seems that everything just faded away. Hmm..you know, I do have a huge backyard. Maybe when things are a little more finincially stable, I will have everyone come over. I think it would be cool to have some kind of pot luck. What do you guys think?
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Need Batteries!
I have been doing the Craigslist thing. I discovered it is pretty fun to find free stuff that can be used and that nobody needs. I tend to get stuff that nobody needs. I have many things that I need to get rid of.
This month, I have been looking for Christmas lights. At random, I will see some free Christmas items. I was going to get some last weekend, somebody else beat me to the punch.
Paul and I went over to dad's house. I wanted to grab a keyboard. I won't even talk about the conversation we had before hand. Let's just say this, he is not willing to give his own daughter things. He is willing to sell things to his daughter. I always drive through Caldwell to get to Wilder. I hate the bad driving on the highway more than the bad driving in town. There have been some really horrible accidents in Nampa lately.
On the way there, there were cop cars lined up along the road. As I drove, I saw a sign that said there was going to be a night light parade. I wanted to stop, but my camera was home. Paul also forgot his winter coat at home. It looked like a pretty good parade, there were chairs lined all the way up the road.
We grabbed dad's keyboard and headed back home. We need to get either a 9v plug in or a bunch of AA batteries. There were flatbeds covered in lights. I think I saw a Jeep covered in lights. I think we made it at the tail end of the parade. We made a decision to go gallivanting down in Boise to see if there were any decorations up.
On the way, I had Paul look on Craigslist on his cell phone. As soon as he was on, there were Christmas decorations for free. He called them up and next thing you know, we were on our way to Eagle for some free stuff.
They gave us a train to go around the tree, white and silver ornaments, and some lights. Yay! The lady showed us a trick her dog can do. This dog gets just as excited as Frank does about carrots. Frank loves carrots and other veggies. The man there offered us a beer. Sadly, I declined. We were on our way to find decorated houses. I don't like drinking alcoholic beverages in a strangers home either. It makes me a little uneasy. They were a very nice couple though. They had a bunch of Christmas stuff to give away and they were splitting up the decorations among people that wanted some. I am pleased with what I received.
You would never think that white ornaments would belong on a white tree. They don't blend in. You can still see the white ornaments. They are shiny so they do stand out. I like it. I have white, purple, and black ornaments. Paul and I decorated the tree finally. If Lonkey eats anything off the tree, she is a dead dog. Nuff said.
Paul put together the track to see how it could fit. He kept on taking some tracks off. There still wasn't enough room. After checking out the train, this as well needs batteries. He kept on wanting to go to Walmart. I told him, I need money to get batteries. They are going to have to wait. (Not to mention that I am pissed at him for not letting me know he sold something again that he owed money for.)
We spent a couple of hours trying to figure out how we can put everything together. I have a small living room so there is limited space. I just rearranged my living room not to long ago. One of my outlets was finally replaced with a new one. I have an extra plug in in the house. Everything was put back to where it was before. Now the tree sits in front of the big window. It is decorated and has a train underneath. It looks really good.
This month, I have been looking for Christmas lights. At random, I will see some free Christmas items. I was going to get some last weekend, somebody else beat me to the punch.
Paul and I went over to dad's house. I wanted to grab a keyboard. I won't even talk about the conversation we had before hand. Let's just say this, he is not willing to give his own daughter things. He is willing to sell things to his daughter. I always drive through Caldwell to get to Wilder. I hate the bad driving on the highway more than the bad driving in town. There have been some really horrible accidents in Nampa lately.
On the way there, there were cop cars lined up along the road. As I drove, I saw a sign that said there was going to be a night light parade. I wanted to stop, but my camera was home. Paul also forgot his winter coat at home. It looked like a pretty good parade, there were chairs lined all the way up the road.
We grabbed dad's keyboard and headed back home. We need to get either a 9v plug in or a bunch of AA batteries. There were flatbeds covered in lights. I think I saw a Jeep covered in lights. I think we made it at the tail end of the parade. We made a decision to go gallivanting down in Boise to see if there were any decorations up.
On the way, I had Paul look on Craigslist on his cell phone. As soon as he was on, there were Christmas decorations for free. He called them up and next thing you know, we were on our way to Eagle for some free stuff.
They gave us a train to go around the tree, white and silver ornaments, and some lights. Yay! The lady showed us a trick her dog can do. This dog gets just as excited as Frank does about carrots. Frank loves carrots and other veggies. The man there offered us a beer. Sadly, I declined. We were on our way to find decorated houses. I don't like drinking alcoholic beverages in a strangers home either. It makes me a little uneasy. They were a very nice couple though. They had a bunch of Christmas stuff to give away and they were splitting up the decorations among people that wanted some. I am pleased with what I received.
You would never think that white ornaments would belong on a white tree. They don't blend in. You can still see the white ornaments. They are shiny so they do stand out. I like it. I have white, purple, and black ornaments. Paul and I decorated the tree finally. If Lonkey eats anything off the tree, she is a dead dog. Nuff said.
Paul put together the track to see how it could fit. He kept on taking some tracks off. There still wasn't enough room. After checking out the train, this as well needs batteries. He kept on wanting to go to Walmart. I told him, I need money to get batteries. They are going to have to wait. (Not to mention that I am pissed at him for not letting me know he sold something again that he owed money for.)
We spent a couple of hours trying to figure out how we can put everything together. I have a small living room so there is limited space. I just rearranged my living room not to long ago. One of my outlets was finally replaced with a new one. I have an extra plug in in the house. Everything was put back to where it was before. Now the tree sits in front of the big window. It is decorated and has a train underneath. It looks really good.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
How Christmas Really Was Stolen
Don't take this as a complaint. My parents divorced a long time ago. Like many kids, I took advantage of it. Hurray, two sets of parents! More gifts! Well, until the sister kept on having children. It makes me wonder if dad will give me a ton of money if I was fucking up my life...on second thought probably not because he would still be spending money on her.
Divorce can cause many changes. For me, it was an awakening. I came to an understanding on what things really were. What my parents are really like. I don't think I really understood anyone. It never occurred to me to even think about it.
Before, I would receive presents from mom and dad together. Maybe a present here and there from the grandparents. When they split in two, I realized I could try to get presents from them both. So, I pretty much got a ton of presents. I was a horrible child. I am probably an evil little child for taking advantage of a situation that was probably already causing a hardship. I didn't know any better.
I think that is something that took the thrill out of the holidays. The only thing that has been keeping me excited are Christmas trees, decorations, and the possibility of eating some kick ass food over at Rick and Joannes.
My advice to those who are going through a divorce and have kids, don't spoil them. Work out some negotiation together. If you cannot contact each other, make the present giving fun. Surprise the kids. When I made a list, I had two lists. The folks would get me everything on the list. Why is that? I never got everything I wanted before. I remember wanting a telescope and a microscope back in the day. I never got them. I am willing to bet I would have been able to get those after the break up. It takes the fun out of trying to figure out what your going to get.
I like the concept of being able to see relatives during the holidays. I am pretty awful about that. I don't think I really acquired the skill to be social. It makes me feel kind of guilty that I don't speak to someone. I spoke to my cousin Lisa last night. I can't remember the last time I saw her. She doesn't really know who I am. She isn't the only one. I have many more cousins that I have never spoken to and probably never even met. There are relatives that I do know that I don't speak to. I don't know what my deal is. I'm super shy and don't have much to say.
Now, that I look like a little monster. I have to go. I got rent to deposit. A father to harass. A plan to make. A job to help someone find. I need to eat something.
Divorce can cause many changes. For me, it was an awakening. I came to an understanding on what things really were. What my parents are really like. I don't think I really understood anyone. It never occurred to me to even think about it.
Before, I would receive presents from mom and dad together. Maybe a present here and there from the grandparents. When they split in two, I realized I could try to get presents from them both. So, I pretty much got a ton of presents. I was a horrible child. I am probably an evil little child for taking advantage of a situation that was probably already causing a hardship. I didn't know any better.
I think that is something that took the thrill out of the holidays. The only thing that has been keeping me excited are Christmas trees, decorations, and the possibility of eating some kick ass food over at Rick and Joannes.
My advice to those who are going through a divorce and have kids, don't spoil them. Work out some negotiation together. If you cannot contact each other, make the present giving fun. Surprise the kids. When I made a list, I had two lists. The folks would get me everything on the list. Why is that? I never got everything I wanted before. I remember wanting a telescope and a microscope back in the day. I never got them. I am willing to bet I would have been able to get those after the break up. It takes the fun out of trying to figure out what your going to get.
I like the concept of being able to see relatives during the holidays. I am pretty awful about that. I don't think I really acquired the skill to be social. It makes me feel kind of guilty that I don't speak to someone. I spoke to my cousin Lisa last night. I can't remember the last time I saw her. She doesn't really know who I am. She isn't the only one. I have many more cousins that I have never spoken to and probably never even met. There are relatives that I do know that I don't speak to. I don't know what my deal is. I'm super shy and don't have much to say.
Now, that I look like a little monster. I have to go. I got rent to deposit. A father to harass. A plan to make. A job to help someone find. I need to eat something.
Friday, December 4, 2009
When I was Younger
I think my best Christmas's were when I was young and innocent. I actually believed in Santa. I don't remember when I quit believing. I think I overheard someone talking about what a sham it was.
My parents had this fake tree that had to be put together piece by piece. It was still convenient, they didn't have to put the needles into the branches. I liked the decorations. There was this little pink doll ornament that always drew my attention.
As the decorations were put up, there was Disney Christmas carols playing on the stereo system that had a record player. I liked that old school record player. It had those huge headphones. I think we kept messing the record player up by bouncing around all the time as it played. The stereo system remained relatively quiet. Dad had a collection of racy comedy albums. I don't remember it being on very often.
I liked Christmas morning. It was so thrilling to see all of those wrapped up gifts under the tree. I always liked what I got. Sometimes there was always something huge waiting for Justin and I. I got a doll house for my Barbies. I think I have it somewhere still. I think I got my purple bike. It was sold later on down the road. I got a ten speed.
I think I rode my nice new bike. I think I also had a new pair of snow boots. They were these grey, rubber boots.
I quit riding the bike after a while. When mom gave me my current bike, I gave my ten speed away to good will. I never had any skills to sell it. I held on to it for so long because of the sentimental value.
My parents had this fake tree that had to be put together piece by piece. It was still convenient, they didn't have to put the needles into the branches. I liked the decorations. There was this little pink doll ornament that always drew my attention.
As the decorations were put up, there was Disney Christmas carols playing on the stereo system that had a record player. I liked that old school record player. It had those huge headphones. I think we kept messing the record player up by bouncing around all the time as it played. The stereo system remained relatively quiet. Dad had a collection of racy comedy albums. I don't remember it being on very often.
I liked Christmas morning. It was so thrilling to see all of those wrapped up gifts under the tree. I always liked what I got. Sometimes there was always something huge waiting for Justin and I. I got a doll house for my Barbies. I think I have it somewhere still. I think I got my purple bike. It was sold later on down the road. I got a ten speed.
I think I rode my nice new bike. I think I also had a new pair of snow boots. They were these grey, rubber boots.
I quit riding the bike after a while. When mom gave me my current bike, I gave my ten speed away to good will. I never had any skills to sell it. I held on to it for so long because of the sentimental value.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Get On The Ball
I went to my first day at EDS today. It was pretty cool. The instructor is funny. We talked about the history of HP and EDS. I learned a ton of cool stuff. I never realized how much stuff HP has done. I also learned more about Ross Perot. I never learned that much about him in government. Pretty cool history.
We also got on to the topic of infomercials. We talked about the Snuggie and Billy Mays. Someone said something about a remix of Billy's insurance commercial. I have been digging around and I have not found it.
Wells Fargo finally called me. Unfortunately, it was during my first day in training. I called them and told them that I am working at a new job. I will apply to them again if this doesn't work. It would not be benefitial for me to leave my new job and wait until Januarary. I wouldn't have received any unemployment if thta happened.
I am still doing really good in school so far. This past week has been really difficult. Hopefully, I did good at it.
I have to go to bed here soon. Another day to get up real early. I have to wake up at about 4:30am. It sucks.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Oh Christmas Tree
I am having a debate on whether or not I want to put my tree up this year. Many people are saying that, right? I had friends last month that already wanted to put up their Christmas decorations. I was tempted to do so myself. It was two weeks into November. I don't think anyone could help it. All of the stores went from Halloween to Christmas. They skipped Thanksgiving.
I don't mind putting everything up and then taking it down again. Mom bought me my first Christmas tree. It is white and has the lights on it already. I was hoping for a fiber optic tree. Fiber optic plants are kind of tacky. I love them, I think they are pretty. I think it's because I enjoy technology. Not very many people do like it as much as I do.
I have a huge collection of ornaments. I have old ornaments going back to when I was in kindergarten. I have this ugly, yellow yarn man that I made. I also have an ornament that I made in art when I was in middle school. I have random objects like bells, apples, and candy canes. I have a number of cat ornaments. Despite all the catnapping, I do like cats. I have a couple of puppy ones. I have a couple of Santa ornaments. One is in a box office and the other is on a flamingo. I have one Catwoman. I would like to have more Batman ornaments. I was going to get an ornament with a picture of a schnauzer on it, I decided that I could not afford it. I keep on looking at the stuff over at Cost Plus. I like the stuff that looks like it should be from an organic store.
I almost had more. Mom gave me a couple of boxes of Christmas decorations to go through. I grabbed some random stuff and gave the rest to good will. She gave me this singing tree at one point. I don't know what happened to it. I think it got destroyed throughout all of the moving I have done. I am always packing things up and moving somewhere. I have another miniature white Christmas tree and a little purple skirt.
I bought that little tree when I was living in that apartment in the basement. I think it was a week before Christmas, I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle. Never rent from those people downtown. The roofing company would not take responsibility and neither would the land lord. I was responsible for what they had to take care of. I left them as soon as my lease was over. I will forever give both of those companies a bad name.
The reason I am a bit leery about putting out the Christmas decor is because of the room mates dog. She is a bit destructive. He will let her run around the house when nobody is home. Which is something I do not appreciate. I let him know a few times. I feel like I have a bunch of kids in the house. I am always repeating to not do something over and over again. I am afraid that she will grab stuff off the tree and chew it up. The idiot owner doesn't watch her or clean up after her. I wish Paul would hurry up and get a job so I can go on with my plan to get rid of Zack. I am so tired of this stress. I already have enough.
Maybe I will just put the tree up. I have a few random things that I can decorate the house with.
I don't mind putting everything up and then taking it down again. Mom bought me my first Christmas tree. It is white and has the lights on it already. I was hoping for a fiber optic tree. Fiber optic plants are kind of tacky. I love them, I think they are pretty. I think it's because I enjoy technology. Not very many people do like it as much as I do.
I have a huge collection of ornaments. I have old ornaments going back to when I was in kindergarten. I have this ugly, yellow yarn man that I made. I also have an ornament that I made in art when I was in middle school. I have random objects like bells, apples, and candy canes. I have a number of cat ornaments. Despite all the catnapping, I do like cats. I have a couple of puppy ones. I have a couple of Santa ornaments. One is in a box office and the other is on a flamingo. I have one Catwoman. I would like to have more Batman ornaments. I was going to get an ornament with a picture of a schnauzer on it, I decided that I could not afford it. I keep on looking at the stuff over at Cost Plus. I like the stuff that looks like it should be from an organic store.
I almost had more. Mom gave me a couple of boxes of Christmas decorations to go through. I grabbed some random stuff and gave the rest to good will. She gave me this singing tree at one point. I don't know what happened to it. I think it got destroyed throughout all of the moving I have done. I am always packing things up and moving somewhere. I have another miniature white Christmas tree and a little purple skirt.
I bought that little tree when I was living in that apartment in the basement. I think it was a week before Christmas, I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle. Never rent from those people downtown. The roofing company would not take responsibility and neither would the land lord. I was responsible for what they had to take care of. I left them as soon as my lease was over. I will forever give both of those companies a bad name.
The reason I am a bit leery about putting out the Christmas decor is because of the room mates dog. She is a bit destructive. He will let her run around the house when nobody is home. Which is something I do not appreciate. I let him know a few times. I feel like I have a bunch of kids in the house. I am always repeating to not do something over and over again. I am afraid that she will grab stuff off the tree and chew it up. The idiot owner doesn't watch her or clean up after her. I wish Paul would hurry up and get a job so I can go on with my plan to get rid of Zack. I am so tired of this stress. I already have enough.
Maybe I will just put the tree up. I have a few random things that I can decorate the house with.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
National AIDS Day
It is National AIDS Day. Alicia Keys is to perform live on YouTube. I guess I don't have to worry about recording it on my DVR. I lost interest in Alicia. Like many young artists, she is a sell out.
I would like to blog about the victims of this virus. I am not talking about those who were irresponsible. The ones who did drugs and the ones who decided that they were Don Juan. I think those people should be condemned.
I condemn prostitutes. I condemn those who made the decision to have sex with them.
I hate the fact that we live in a world that will not educate anyone about sex and what the outcome will be. It's not just about babies or pleasure. You can get disease. You can spread disease. This does not matter if you use a condom or not. I think that every country on this globe is shy about talking about the possibilities. Why? This can help prevent bad things from happening. What is wrong with planning the future instead of having a surprise?
Today, on AIDS Day, I will be thinking of Africa. I saw a documentary on HBO about the suspicion on how the virus started. The documentary spoke of the vaccine for polio. They stated that the vaccine came from chimps. The doctors went to Africa to vaccinate Africans. They used these chimpanzees that carried a virus that is linked to HIV.
In Africa, there is quite a bit of distress. It is filled with those who carry around machetes. They butcher people. They kidnap children. They rape girls and women. This happens other countries. The attention is more so drawn to Africa. I don't know much about this country. I know that it is really violent there. Especially, in places that are poor.
There is a documentary called I Am Because We Are. It is a touching movie. Many children have been orphaned because of this disease. Malawi is one of the poorest places in the world. There are hardly any adults that live here. Can you imagine if that was going on here? The United States would be over run with children without adult supervision.
I know what your thinking, it's a Madonna flick. I think people should watch this even though someone scandalous made it. You may not realize this, but Madonna is actually a smart person. She has an intellect that would probably floor you. Instead of watching Alicia Keys singing on YouTube, you should go to Hulu and watch I Am Because We Are. Many things would be brought to your attention.
http://www.iambecauseweare.com/
http://www.raisingmalawi.org/
I would like to blog about the victims of this virus. I am not talking about those who were irresponsible. The ones who did drugs and the ones who decided that they were Don Juan. I think those people should be condemned.
I condemn prostitutes. I condemn those who made the decision to have sex with them.
I hate the fact that we live in a world that will not educate anyone about sex and what the outcome will be. It's not just about babies or pleasure. You can get disease. You can spread disease. This does not matter if you use a condom or not. I think that every country on this globe is shy about talking about the possibilities. Why? This can help prevent bad things from happening. What is wrong with planning the future instead of having a surprise?
Today, on AIDS Day, I will be thinking of Africa. I saw a documentary on HBO about the suspicion on how the virus started. The documentary spoke of the vaccine for polio. They stated that the vaccine came from chimps. The doctors went to Africa to vaccinate Africans. They used these chimpanzees that carried a virus that is linked to HIV.
In Africa, there is quite a bit of distress. It is filled with those who carry around machetes. They butcher people. They kidnap children. They rape girls and women. This happens other countries. The attention is more so drawn to Africa. I don't know much about this country. I know that it is really violent there. Especially, in places that are poor.
There is a documentary called I Am Because We Are. It is a touching movie. Many children have been orphaned because of this disease. Malawi is one of the poorest places in the world. There are hardly any adults that live here. Can you imagine if that was going on here? The United States would be over run with children without adult supervision.
I know what your thinking, it's a Madonna flick. I think people should watch this even though someone scandalous made it. You may not realize this, but Madonna is actually a smart person. She has an intellect that would probably floor you. Instead of watching Alicia Keys singing on YouTube, you should go to Hulu and watch I Am Because We Are. Many things would be brought to your attention.
http://www.iambecauseweare.com/
http://www.raisingmalawi.org/
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