My school career is winding down to a close (assuming I passed all my finals). I think a toast is in place.
*pours champagne(pronounced sham-pain for all you sound-it-out folks)*
"I'd just like to say thank you for my parents for always being there, giving me what I needed, and even though it's hard to say it, some tough love. I wish to thank all my friends who have been there for me throughout the years, especially when I needed you most, and I can only hope I did the same for you. And last but not least, I would like to thank God, for giving me these people in my life and having the best experiences of my life so far. I- ah who the hell am I kidding. Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you, and-oh you're cool you don't get fucked- and fuck you, ohh, definately fuck you..."
Oh well, so much for that.
Am I funny? I wish to have that question answered. I'd like to think I am funny, but maybe people just don't get my jokes or sense of humor.
If anyone at all reads this, please, give me input. It would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you.
Although people don't like incessant complaining, and I am one of those people, I think small doses of unadulterated pissed off rants can do no harm. They can actually help.
Here's an example. Today I drove up to Mickey D's drive-thru with Lisa and Sam, and we're sitting there for a while and nothing is happening. I read the little screen that is there to help with the orders, and it says "Prompt service." Clearly we were not receiving this appearant promptness, so I had to say something about it.
"Hah. 'Prompt' service, I don't think so..."
*speaker voice comes on* "We'll be right with you."
*Note to those who complain*
I am not saying it is ok to complain 24/7 or make a big deal about everything. Once in a while is ok, just not all the time.
I wil now leave you with the conversation of the ride home, as I remember it.
Lisa: Mom! Answer the Goddamn phone! Ugh! Bitch! *Redials number again*
What the fuck is she doing?! Why the fuck does shit always
happen to me?! Fuck!
Sam: Here, give me the phone. *Lisa resists* Give me the fuckin phone.
Hello? Yeah fucker I don't want any of your fucking shit, why
don't you answer the fuckin phone when I call? *yells out the
window* Why don't you fuckin turn you fucker! I don't fuckin care
about your Goddamn fucking fuck just answer the fuckin phone
bitch. *Hands to Lisa* Here you go.
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Mild Chronic Depression
I visited the shirnk for the first time yesterday, he was pretty cool. By the end of the visit he diagnosed me with Mild Chronic Depression, or that's at least what he thinks I have, which makes sense. I like him, although I think he may have a case of Mild Chronic Constipation. I have to meet with him a few times more in order to be sure though.
(Depression does run in my family too.)
If what I have is mild, I sure as hell cannot comprehend what full blown depression feels like. Boy oh boy, no wonder people kill themselves.
He was very understanding, and he hit the nail right on the head when he said, "Well I think that what your problem is is that people just annoy you. They act like idiots and they do, teenagers act stupid and it just gets under your skin."
This man is genius.
He suggested a drug that may help me, but he doesn't want to give it to me until he finds out more about me and if it will help or not, and if I can get better without it.
My lack of sleep has nothing to do with my mood, which I figured, and now my mom has no excuses for me not to take sleeping pills or Nyquill or something.
On the way out of the office there was a really hot guy waiting in the, well, waiting room. I wonder if I'll see him there again.
Oh, nothing would be better than to start a fling with a fellow teenage neurotic.
(Depression does run in my family too.)
If what I have is mild, I sure as hell cannot comprehend what full blown depression feels like. Boy oh boy, no wonder people kill themselves.
He was very understanding, and he hit the nail right on the head when he said, "Well I think that what your problem is is that people just annoy you. They act like idiots and they do, teenagers act stupid and it just gets under your skin."
This man is genius.
He suggested a drug that may help me, but he doesn't want to give it to me until he finds out more about me and if it will help or not, and if I can get better without it.
My lack of sleep has nothing to do with my mood, which I figured, and now my mom has no excuses for me not to take sleeping pills or Nyquill or something.
On the way out of the office there was a really hot guy waiting in the, well, waiting room. I wonder if I'll see him there again.
Oh, nothing would be better than to start a fling with a fellow teenage neurotic.
Monday, May 24, 2004
NEWS FLASH
*News music plays and loud announcer voice comes on.*
Local girl from Granby gets so fed up with On-the-Road Idiots and Monkey Drivers she explodes. Here is this unfortunate girls story.
Michelle Suprenant, who worked in Belchertown and lived in Granby, would often make commutes to and from Belchertown, and the surrounding
areas, to go on various chores. It all started when driving to her friend's house in South Hadley around 1 p.m. on Saturday. A white Astro-van pulled up behind her with it's emergency lights flashing on and off.
She was luckily able to escape by taking the backroads to the house.
But, it were to only happen again the very next day when on her way to work, around 6 p.m. She passed yet another car driving with it's emergency lights flashing. Since it was going in the opposite direction, she thought the bad luck had cleared. However, to her astonishment, on the way home from work around 10 p.m., she was not only stuck in front of someone with their high beams on, but he was also tailgating her! She could not believe it! He finally turned them off after another car passed, but to her dismay he flashed them at her, and then passed. Then in a fit of rage she turned on her high beams and drove with them on until she finally got home.
The driver had her in such a fury that when she entered the door and her father asked how work was, she exploded.
We can only hope this will never happen again to some unsuspecting driver, and we pray for her family that they will be able to overcome this tragedy and fight against those who caused this horror.
Local girl from Granby gets so fed up with On-the-Road Idiots and Monkey Drivers she explodes. Here is this unfortunate girls story.
Michelle Suprenant, who worked in Belchertown and lived in Granby, would often make commutes to and from Belchertown, and the surrounding
areas, to go on various chores. It all started when driving to her friend's house in South Hadley around 1 p.m. on Saturday. A white Astro-van pulled up behind her with it's emergency lights flashing on and off.
She was luckily able to escape by taking the backroads to the house.
But, it were to only happen again the very next day when on her way to work, around 6 p.m. She passed yet another car driving with it's emergency lights flashing. Since it was going in the opposite direction, she thought the bad luck had cleared. However, to her astonishment, on the way home from work around 10 p.m., she was not only stuck in front of someone with their high beams on, but he was also tailgating her! She could not believe it! He finally turned them off after another car passed, but to her dismay he flashed them at her, and then passed. Then in a fit of rage she turned on her high beams and drove with them on until she finally got home.
The driver had her in such a fury that when she entered the door and her father asked how work was, she exploded.
We can only hope this will never happen again to some unsuspecting driver, and we pray for her family that they will be able to overcome this tragedy and fight against those who caused this horror.
Saturday, May 22, 2004
Movies seem to be magnets for the idiots in this world.
People ask really stupid questions at my job. They also say really stupid things. Here's a conversation I had with one customer.
Me: Would you like 2 or 5 nights on the game?
Man: Uh, well isn't that already 5 nights?
Me: Well yes, but you still have to pay the extra dollar for it, and
if you get 2 nights it's like downgrading it and it will be cheaper.
Man: Oh well I'll just keep what it says on the box.
Me: OK then. *types in 5 nights*
About 5 minutes later he walks in again.
Man: I have a question about this *holding up the receipt.* How come
I was charged the extra dollar for 5 nights if it already was 5
nights?
Me: Well because you wanted it for 5 nights, even though the box says
5 nights, you still get charged extra.
Man: Well I didn't know that, you should say so.
Wendy eventually broke in the conversation, and tried to explain it to him, but he gave her that look of, "You're just ripping me off you Commie bastards!" so she eventually gave up and he left. I know the inserts are misleading, but the fact is that I did explain it to him.
Now, let me explain to you about Playguard before I tell you about this next genius. Playguard is like insurance for your rental. It costs 25 cents, and if for some reason the movie is broken, like the dog chews on it, you won't have to pay the full price for it (about 3.99). We have to offer everyone this because it is store policy. So, people do not seem to get the idea of what Playguard is. I say, "Playguard is a 25 cent damage waiver protection in case anything happens to it." But somehow that person interprets it as, if the movie they get is crappy, they shouldn't have to pay extra for it. A question commonly asked is, "Well if the movie is already ruined when I get it, what happens?" I reply, "Well then that's not your fault." I get a snotty, "Humph. Well, you shouldn't be renting out scratched movies then."
1. It is not our fault the movie is scratched, we don't have the time to check every single movie that comes in to see if it has scratches on it.
2. PLAYGUARD IS IN CASE SOMETHING HAPPENS TO THE MOVIE AND IT IS IREPARABLE.
One man actually said we should check movies as they came in for scracthes. Because obviously it is OUR fault that the movie is scratched and it is OUR fault that we don't check every single movie that comes in and polishes each and every one to perfection.
Playguards and scratches aren't the only problem. People seem to think the cover box is the rental. The cover box is the case in which the movie comes in which shows the title, pictures, and summary of the movie on the back. The actual rentals are the boxes behind the cover box which says "Movie Gallery."
One woman came in last week and she walked up to the counter holding both the cover box and the rental. I said, "Oh you only have to bring up the movie, not the cover box." She said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Well if the cover boxes are out there how can you tell what movies are out?" My answer, "Well there's no movie behind it."
Common sense is a necessity which humans lack today. Why more people don't go blind from staring at the sun, or have severe brain damage from holding their breath thinking they're fish, confuses me. It's Darwin's way isn't it?
*GOOD NEWS!* The man in the flaming car was not killed! He pulled over because his car was smoking from faulty wiring. No one was hurt! Thank God!
Me: Would you like 2 or 5 nights on the game?
Man: Uh, well isn't that already 5 nights?
Me: Well yes, but you still have to pay the extra dollar for it, and
if you get 2 nights it's like downgrading it and it will be cheaper.
Man: Oh well I'll just keep what it says on the box.
Me: OK then. *types in 5 nights*
About 5 minutes later he walks in again.
Man: I have a question about this *holding up the receipt.* How come
I was charged the extra dollar for 5 nights if it already was 5
nights?
Me: Well because you wanted it for 5 nights, even though the box says
5 nights, you still get charged extra.
Man: Well I didn't know that, you should say so.
Wendy eventually broke in the conversation, and tried to explain it to him, but he gave her that look of, "You're just ripping me off you Commie bastards!" so she eventually gave up and he left. I know the inserts are misleading, but the fact is that I did explain it to him.
Now, let me explain to you about Playguard before I tell you about this next genius. Playguard is like insurance for your rental. It costs 25 cents, and if for some reason the movie is broken, like the dog chews on it, you won't have to pay the full price for it (about 3.99). We have to offer everyone this because it is store policy. So, people do not seem to get the idea of what Playguard is. I say, "Playguard is a 25 cent damage waiver protection in case anything happens to it." But somehow that person interprets it as, if the movie they get is crappy, they shouldn't have to pay extra for it. A question commonly asked is, "Well if the movie is already ruined when I get it, what happens?" I reply, "Well then that's not your fault." I get a snotty, "Humph. Well, you shouldn't be renting out scratched movies then."
1. It is not our fault the movie is scratched, we don't have the time to check every single movie that comes in to see if it has scratches on it.
2. PLAYGUARD IS IN CASE SOMETHING HAPPENS TO THE MOVIE AND IT IS IREPARABLE.
One man actually said we should check movies as they came in for scracthes. Because obviously it is OUR fault that the movie is scratched and it is OUR fault that we don't check every single movie that comes in and polishes each and every one to perfection.
Playguards and scratches aren't the only problem. People seem to think the cover box is the rental. The cover box is the case in which the movie comes in which shows the title, pictures, and summary of the movie on the back. The actual rentals are the boxes behind the cover box which says "Movie Gallery."
One woman came in last week and she walked up to the counter holding both the cover box and the rental. I said, "Oh you only have to bring up the movie, not the cover box." She said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Well if the cover boxes are out there how can you tell what movies are out?" My answer, "Well there's no movie behind it."
Common sense is a necessity which humans lack today. Why more people don't go blind from staring at the sun, or have severe brain damage from holding their breath thinking they're fish, confuses me. It's Darwin's way isn't it?
*GOOD NEWS!* The man in the flaming car was not killed! He pulled over because his car was smoking from faulty wiring. No one was hurt! Thank God!
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Spontaneous Combustion
Well I saw a very creepy thing today. As my mother and I got on the highway, leaving the mall, on the side of the highway was a car completely in flames. We passed it, and even though we were two lanes away, we felt the heat, windows closed and all. There was already a lot of people who were parked calling the police or what have you, because no police were even there yet.
It makes me wonder, was there anybody in there? If there was, what were they thinking at that exact moment when their car blew up? How did it feel to have such heat blasting through your body?
I couldn't tell if anyone was actually in the car, it was just flames. I don't think someone was in there, since the car was parked on the side of the road. I wonder how it happened.
It's creepy to imagine if there was someone in there, what they look like now. Just bones? Or maybe there's still a nice crisp to them.
Some things I just don't want to know about. Certainly makes you think.
It makes me wonder, was there anybody in there? If there was, what were they thinking at that exact moment when their car blew up? How did it feel to have such heat blasting through your body?
I couldn't tell if anyone was actually in the car, it was just flames. I don't think someone was in there, since the car was parked on the side of the road. I wonder how it happened.
It's creepy to imagine if there was someone in there, what they look like now. Just bones? Or maybe there's still a nice crisp to them.
Some things I just don't want to know about. Certainly makes you think.
Abstract Egg. The new canvas.
This is what I call my "Blue Period."
I have always been told that I am an artist. The material I have been working with, however, has been becoming monotonous and I feel my artistry is being limited. So I now bring you: The Egg.
The Egg brings me a whole new way to express my true self. It has a different texture and is 3-D, which you can't just get from an ordinary canvas.
I feel like I have been born anew with this discovery.
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Yet another thing in to which I will receive more junk mail...
Yes. Yes I have. I have started yet another online masquerade in which to pour myself into. But only half way, since I never finish what I start. But thats because of the slow computeredness. And I can post pictures quick like bunny on this thing. Great? I think not. Genius? YES.
Heres a random observation. I noticed that in Merrilee's Old Navy purse is a tag, much like that that clothes have. And it said, "ONE SIZE." Unless purses are going to be a new fashion trend, the reason for that tags' existence is unknown to me.
I think....
Ok I don't really think. I was just messing with your mind.
Heres a random observation. I noticed that in Merrilee's Old Navy purse is a tag, much like that that clothes have. And it said, "ONE SIZE." Unless purses are going to be a new fashion trend, the reason for that tags' existence is unknown to me.
I think....
Ok I don't really think. I was just messing with your mind.
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