Wednesday, June 18, 2003

Today is the big day! I am leaving for Arizona today! We will drive to Des Moines, then to Colorado Springs, then to Sedona! Yay! My camera will be a-clickin' a lot! I won't be back till June 30 so yeah.
I worked yesterday. I printed like a fiend. 17 rolls in 90 minutes! Yay me! It may have only been 60 but I didn't really keep track.
Somebody still owes me money. The deadline is looming my friend.

Monday, June 16, 2003

I'm getting my hair cut today! Yay! I almost have a mullet! Not good!
I don't work today and I feel so empty inside. Actually I'm glad.
My brother's birthday is today. He is 21. Whoohooo.
Sarah Edwards just called and made my day. I'm going now. Bye bye.

Sunday, June 15, 2003

My dad ate all the food...again.....

I hate to be a bitch but: for those of you who owe me money (you know who you are) please pay up by WEDNESDAY JUNE 18 @ 2PM. I leave for Arizona at 3PM and would like not to have to spend 1 1/2 weeks worrying about money. The story of me and money is so funny! When I bought my Nikon N65 I was sick to my stomach for three days. I was not a fun person to be around. Exceptions can be made. But you must talk to me first.
In other news I'm on Flonase! I fucking love going to the doctor and leaving with a new perscription clutched in my sweaty hand. It's all my mom's fault. She was tired of hearing me caugh and spit out phlem and sound like a man in the morning (damn you allergies AND genetics!) so she made me go. I was forced to admit that I've been battling a cold since the first day of spring. So I got Flonase! It goes up my nose and it smells funny. Oh by the way, my suspicions have been confirmed, Prevacid is not purple it is HOT PINK (and blank it's really neat looking.)
I might ride my bike to work today. I wearing the baggy cargo pants though so they might get caught in the chain. Those pants are probably really stinky by now. I wouldn't know because I am wearing them. Go away pop up add, I do not need my penis enlarged.
Heheh penis is a funny word.

Friday, June 13, 2003

I slept all day yesterday that's why I didn't say anything. I can't even remember if I looked at webcomics. I think I did. Anyway I worked late again on wednesday night. I've accumulated 9 hours of overtime this week which makes me very happy. VERY HAPPY.
I like money.
I need to get out of my house. Somebody call me or something......
Maybe I'll catch fire

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

So the phone rang a little while ago and I answered it "Hello Sharp Photo" I have been working too much! Last night I worked till 11PM. It was fantastic! I am the super sorter! You know that movie The Fast and the Furious? Well it's about me! I'm a fast and furious sorter and everyone is in awe of my speed.
I'm hungry. I think I will eat something.
This lady called at work yesterday and was asking questions about copyright releases and then she said, "And I have one other comment. You're voicemail system has no rotary phone option so I was forced to switch phones." OH! GOD FORBID SHE SHOULD HAVE TO USE A DIFFERENT PHONE! I think she needs to enter the 21st century and get herself a touchtone phone. Cuz they are what most people use. I don't think they even make rotary phones anymore. Goddddd

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

I love love love working late at Sharp. I'm not being sarcastic. Here is why: I am making time and a half, there are no customers to wait on, we can play the radio as loud as we like, we can ignore the drivet through window, we can take really long breaks or naps and get paid for it, plus I can do cartwheels in the parking lot at 11PM. Around 11PM we took a break. My two coworkers needed to smoke and I needed to get out of the lab. So I did cartwheels and they clapped and slowly developed lung cancer. Our original estimated time of being done was 2:30AM but one of the machines decided to be bitchy and it's not like we're trained Fugi technicians. So we packed it in. I was working on the other machine that wasn't freaking out sorting (sorting entails going through each printed roll of film and taking out pictures that look bad - color, density, etc - and sending them back to be corrected) and we finished every roll that was due before noon the next day. So we finished and my two coworkers went to Chester's to unwind. I went home. And cleaned my room. I slept till noon and my mom tried calling me to tell me something important and it was funny because I could not comprehend a word she was saying.

Nate are you sure you want to lend me your GBA? I might drop it into the Grand Canyon.

I can't read in the car anymore. I get car sick. Especially if my father is driving. See he used to drive a bus when he lived in Chicago and now he thinks when he drives a car that he can drive it like a bus. That means doing many things at once. I fear for my life and often find myself being jerked around the road to avoid oncoming traffic. I can listen to music while I ride in a car but I have to be doing something else. Writing in my paper journal is no good because my hand writing gets all shaky. I could knit but I might stab myself in the stomach with a knitting needle.

I'm still really tired from last night. Ughh. I just want a nap. But I can't because I have to work tonight again. I'm such a glutton for punishment that if given the oppourtunity to work late again, I would.

When are we going to have that burning party? I gots to clear my social calender.

Monday, June 09, 2003

Do they have used Gameboy Advances at Gamestar? I need to know I have a long car ride full of show tunes and Frank Sinatra ahead of me.....please help......

Do you wanna know how stupid I am? Ok here goes: I was checking my webcomics and I came to Penny Arcade and I was reading the post and then I moved on to the next webcomic (Theater Hopper) and totally forgot to read the comic itself. I didn't realize it untill I was on to reading blogs. And it was the continuing saga of the Fruit Fucker which makes me laugh to no end. Uggh I need to stop namedropping.
I don't want to meddle with switching my checking accounts because it's really time consuming and it might piss off my dad. I try not to do that. But thanks for the advice.
I really wanted to see Finding Nemo today but when I woke up I realized that I didn't have a car. Goddamn Peter and his job! I shake my fist at you! I am supposed to be the industrious one. Plus Pete is slooooooowly peeling off the Harry Potter stickers I so loveingly applied to the steering wheel. At least when I am forced to honk my horn, I can do it with joy.
The real question of the day is where the hell did Sarah and Cole go on saturday night? One minute both were present and accounted for at Rocky's the next both were gone and Cole's car was still sitting in the parking lot. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yeah Cole if you're reading this - give up the goods.
I have to fold laundry or wash dishes today. I get to pick which one and leave the other for Petey. I'm so folding laundry!!!!
Did you know that my birthday is a month and one day away?
By the way Nate - happy birthday tomorrow. I remember like this: my friend John's birthday is one month before mine (June 10th), so is Nate's, then comes mine (July 10) and then comes Brian Crawford's (July 11). It's that simple!!!! Don't think I'm creepy or anything Nate. Cuz I'm not. At least I don't think I am.
I saw pictures of two people goin' at it at work yesterday. Red faced man with his shoes still on on top of ugly woman. I didn't study it that closley! It looked like someone just flung open the door of the room. Not like it was on purpose or anything.

Saturday, June 07, 2003

I have lots of things to say except I don't know what to say.
My sweatshirt smells really bad. I don't think I should be wearing it. It smells faintly of ass and sleep. You know you smell when you wake up in the morning? All rumpled and sweaty and tossy and turny? Or like how your bed smells when you haven't changed the sheets for several weeks.
My brother went to get his hair cut at 9 AM in the damn morning and forgot to unset his alarm clock. So it went off. And wouldn't stop. And woke me up. And I didn't know how to turn it off. And I almost went crazy. Too late I already am.
I like when my father demands large amounts of money from me that I supposedly owe him. It makes me ever so happy to give up $300 to him. Oh the joy! When I tell him I have cannot afford it (I am very tight with money) he tells me yes I can he knows how much money I have in my checking account. I hate the fact that he works at the bank where I keep my finances. I have no privacy.
Bitch bitch bitch moan moan moan...that's all I ever do. I'm sorry I'll stop.
Allison's grad party is today. I'm going and it's going to be fantasticly fun. I think. I don't know.

Friday, June 06, 2003

Woooowhoooo I'm a senior....woooooo!

But I don't believe that it's summer or I'm older or I'm going to turn 18 soon because I've just gotten used to being a junior and 17.
I'm tired.
Doing nothing really takes it out of you.
I watched an Audrey Hepburn/Humphrey Bogart movie this afternoon. That's how bored I was.


Tuesday, June 03, 2003

Nate I didn't know Blake was a Gremlin. That movie scared the living bejesus out of me. Of course I was only five...

Die Another Day is the stupidest title for a movie ever. EVER.
I wish I didn't have to wear an ass ugly polo shirt for work because the collar bothers me. ughhh. But I like my pants and that's all that's important.

Monday, June 02, 2003

Blake, are magical.

I should be doing my math review packet for my final tomorrow but I'm not. I'm almost done. My head is stuffed and my nose is running. I didn't get much sleep last night either.
My brother just came in and decided to read this post. He has no idea what a blog is. What a dork.

Blake you can stay. Just no more impersonating me.

Finals tomorrow: English, Math, Writing With Style
Finals wednesday: German, Band, Oceanography/Meterology

Fun fun fun and then I'm done.
I can fit in the drunk of Sarah P's car. We have decided that that is one of the places her senior portraits shall be shot from. I think it will be funny and unique.
I want my nose to stop running. Damn damn. damn
That's just fine, Mary. Time to party with Rummy!

He squishes heads like grapes!

Sunday, June 01, 2003

So who is this girl telling me my posts are stupid and my blog is ugly? I know my blog is ugly...but who is she to say that?
No one can say they have ever seen me angry. Little girl, do you really want to incure my wrath?

My mom and I watched The Recruit last night. She liked it and so did I although for different reasons. Hehehe.
I have one hour and ten minutes untill I have to be at work. I am going to ride my bike. I am going to work hard and make money. Yup.
My knee is sore. Curse the concrete in front of Nate's house!