Wee~ Don't know what to say. I've spent my day off sleeping, watching tv, eating, on the internet, playing spyro, watching judge judy, and on the internet....in that order. XD
I tried to work on my fics. I actually wrote a few new words for a long dormant Sailor Moon fic. Woo. Go me.
I spent most of the day working on a new blog. Don't have a title yet. Oh well.
Sleep is gooooooood.
Jason called me. He comes home Sunday. Yay! Me so happy. I miss my geek.
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: A strange little movie called 'Six String Samurai' It's a low budget post-apocalyptic film. Ok, what if the Russians had nuked us back in the cold war, and they took over North America. Everything belongs to them....except for Las Vegas...and Elvis is the King. But, now the king is dead, and they are auditioning for a new king...enter our hero...the geeky guitar-playing samurai. Ok, I admit, this movie is totally cheesy, and although I laughed my ass off through most of it, I don't think it was really meant to be funny...but I could be wrong. Anywho, Care Bear first told me about this flick some time ago and I had been curious to see it ever since. When I finally did get the chance to see it....Jason and I both thought it was hilarious.
serena was here @ 10:23 PM
*yawns* Gah. I'm soooo bloody tired. (Ewok-chan, I find myself using the word 'bloody' all the time, and it's all your fault. XD) Note to self: Get some damned sleep tonight....after you conquer the next level in Spyro. I'm bloody hopeless. XD
What the HELL is Christina Aguilara wearing at the MTV video awards? Or I should say, what the hell ISN'T she wearing? Don't bend over baby...you'll fall out at both ends. And is it just me, or does she really not like eminem? Course, he is an asshole. Hmm, the night is getting interesting. ^_~
Anne, dahling, I'm so glad you've started blogging. I put the link up to your blog, but I still have to add most of those sites. I may just add them to the group blog whenever we get that up and running...or whenever I get it up and running. All you have to do is bring your wit and charm. ^_~ And you too, Richard. Woo-hoo, finally there will be a place for all of us weirdos. Yeah, baby.
I'm sleepy. Can you tell? XD
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: Exiles by Melanie Rawn. I love this book. Well, I love the whole fantasy genre, but this book was really outstanding. It's loooong. But it kept me interested. The characters kept me intrigued, as well as the plot. I have a feeling the second book in this series is really good too, but I gave up on it after a little bit. (I accidently read something at the end of the book and it kind of ruined the mood to keep reading.)
serena was here @ 10:51 PM
Yay! Jason called me a little while ago. I'm so happy. He's all silly and sappy on the phone. "I miiiiiiss you....I loooove you, etc, etc." XD He said that everyone there is really short and that Andy and he feel like they've gone to Oz and wound up visiting the Munchkins. He's like "...we're like linebackers here. They think we're huge. Andy and I are walking down the street like a couple of badasses with attitude and stuff. Even my mom is sort of tall here." *laughs* He is such a goofball. I was like, "Whatever shorty." (He's only like 5'5" or something. His mom must be under five foot.)
I think it's time for a story. I don't know why, but earlier I was thinking about the time when Shane (my lil brother), Richard, Greg, Michelle and I went to King's Dominion and Shane had the bubble shoes. Bubble shoes? Let me explain. XD
Every time we go to an amusement park and ride the water rides our sneakers get soaked and then we walk around in wet sneakers all day...and then our feet are super sore from it later. So, Shane in all his brightness, decides that he's got a solution to the problem.
There we are, in line for the white water rapids ride. Shane whips out two clear plastic bags from his pockets and two rubber bands. Michelle is like 'What the hell is he doing?' Shane proceeds to pull one plastic bag over each foot (over sneaker and everything) and then pulls a rubber band over each foot so that it's wrapped around his ankle and the bag is secure around his foot. The excess from each bag flows out from the rubber band like petals of a flower or something and the bag around the sneaker looks like a giant bubble. In other words, it looks fucking retarded. So, of course we all started laughing at him. Shane gets all pissed off and indignant. "Mock me if you will, but my feet will be dry." Of course, that statement just made us laugh harder. Meanwhile, everyone around us is snickering behind their hands, or outright laughing at my brother's bubble shoes. Well, there were a couple of old ladies that said "What a great idea. Well, what a smart young man." That made us laugh, too.
So, being the troublemaker that I am, I suggested to Michelle that we should get on one of the other water rides next (cuz it's all the way on the other side of the park and Shane will have to walk all the way there with his bubble shoes on.) So, we're like "Shane, let's get on Diamond Falls next, that way we can get all of the water rides out of the way." And he's ok with it. So, we're walking through the park...Shane and Greg and Richard are walking in a group and Michelle and I are hanging back cuz...well wouldn't you? XD People are pointing and laughing at the bubble shoes. Then, we were going by one of those game booths where they call out for players with a mic. The lady working it had been harassing Michelle and I earlier so we knew she was cool. As we passed her Michelle started pointing to Shane's feet and jumping up and down to get the woman's attention. Finally the woman spotted them...and over the mic says "Hey, way to go with the plastic shoes!" We nearly died from laughing. Even Greg and Richard were laughing and Shane was oblivious. He didn't even hear it. So he was all mad because we were laughing at him. Ah, my brother is something else. I think he was switched at birth with an alien baby. I have a picture of the bubble shoes somewhere that Michelle gave me; when I find it I'll put it up here.
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: Iron Chef. Watch it. Love it. Become it.
serena was here @ 9:32 PM
Hmm, I am discovering that I am not the only one at work that thinks Dave is an asshole. In fact, almost everyone I talk to can't stand him. The very sight of him is enough to disgust me. Don't get me wrong, he's not a bad looking guy; unfortunately his personality sucks donkey balls. He's so arrogant.
The other morning at our ready meeting Rob was discussing that people will be in the store on Wed. making sure our minimum standards are met. Dave sat there and argued with us because he was sure that minimum standards was when they went and asked the associates if they knew how to do out of stocks and such, which it isn't. Minimum standards involves mostly security and safety issues (he was thinking about a certification check, which is something else entirely.) Yet he argued for about fifteen minutes with Rob, Latoya and me...and Rob is the security manager and therefore in charge of minimum standards, so I would hope to hell he knows what they are. Hello? Can we say asshole? I think Dave only kept talking and arguing to cover up the fact that he doesn't know what the FUCK he's talking about. Which is his problem most of the time...he talks out of his ass. And he just butts into people's conversations all the time and spouts his advice...which is wrong most of the time (again because he's an arrogant motherfucker that never knows what the fuck he's talking about.) I believe that he thinks that as long as he looks, and sounds as if he knows what he's talking about then people will take him seriously. Yeah, whatever. I swear, the next time he does something to me, like lie to my face, he's going to fucking regret it. I am a really patient person, but I also have a really bad temper (I can barely hold myself back from getting physical when my temper blows). It's only a matter of time before he meets it. Then the shit will really hit the fan. (But co-workers have assured me that if it comes down to Dave and I rumbling out in the parking lot that they will jump in and help me.)
Ah, life is sweet. XD
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: An album. Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. I was raised on Pink Floyd so I've always been a fan. This is probably thier best album; it's certainly thier highest selling one.
serena was here @ 11:59 PM
I made a vow to go to bed early tonight, since I was barely functional at work today because of being so bloody tired....but I have a feeling that vow is going to go right down the crapper. *swoooosh* Hey, look at it swirl as it goes down....wow, how 'bout that, eh? XD
Thanks go to Anne, my partner in weirdness, for sending me all those sites last night. I'll be putting them on the blog properly so that everyone can enjoy the insanity.
I realize that I didn't recommend anything last time...that's because I was going to blog again, but was distracted by strangeness, weirdness, and just plain freakiness (but I find it highly amusing anyway; i'm a strange girl.)
Richard, I am seriously considering your offer to write songs for the band. By the way, who is in the band besides you? Is there someone that plays the kazoo? Hmm, maybe when Jason get's back we can all jam...I'll get him to bring over his eletric violin. XD Don't forget, we have to take a ride before his b-day so that I can get his present.
Greg, you cheap ass bastard. You suddenly have enough money to go to Six Flags...where is my fifty bucks? I won that bet fair and square dammit. Pay up, or I'm going to extract what you owe me in some other way. Remember...I am evil and can be very, very twisted indeed. *cracks whip*
C, you know how much I love ya, but I really don't need to hear about everyone that you showed off your...um...new fashion statement to. ^_~ Although, I'm really glad that you are confident about yourself like that...wish I were.
Dee, did you get that pic I sent you? CareBear didn't get the one I sent her... I'll have to send it again to both of you. *grr* Darn technology.
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: 'The Pillars of the World' by Anne Bishop. I love the way she tells a story. All of her stories have a sort of darkness to them that sucks you in like a black hole and there's no escaping. Check out her site, read her books.
serena was here @ 10:43 PM
Wow. I actually managed to sit around on my ass all day! Woo-hoo! Score one for the lazy side. ^_~
Well, I haven't been totally unproductive. I did manage to finish my esca chapter. Score one for being productive. Damn, I think I'm tied with myself.
Hmm. You know, I think this is my last full week of work before I start vacation. Wee~ Here's a crappy poem about vacation:
Time off work
Going to ocean
Going to swim
Might get ass bitten by shark
Going to swim in pool
Will play miniture golf
Will lose at miniture golf
Must eat funnel cake
Dairy Queen ice-cream
Will gain five pounds
Will bake in the sun
Get very pink
Sandy all over
Going to search for shells
To use as ammo on gulls
Get away from my food
*bows* And yes, I just thought that up off the top of my head. How could you tell? XD
serena was here @ 8:20 PM
Wee~ *sings* Still in a good mood, nothing can spoil it. Damn. I'm seriously begginning to wonder about my sanity. *shrugs* Oh well, sanity is highly overated anyway.
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: Another Esca fanfic. Boys Will Be by Didodikali. I love every one of her fics, but this one is my new favorite. She has a kick-ass sense of humor and she also illustrates her fics! Woo-hoo! *ahem* Anyway, this fic stars Allen and Dryden. Yay, Dryden! Anyway, read the fic. You'll like it. I promise.
serena was here @ 12:00 AM
*sings* I'm baaack! And, I'm still in a really good mood. Yay me! I'm not even upset that I have to work tomorrow. I'm going to enjoy this while I can, because I know it won't last forever. XD
I miss J already and he only just left for Massachusettes this morning. He won't be home for another nine days. His mom asked me if I was going to miss him or if it would be like a mini-vacation for me. I had to laugh. His parents are so great. So, without J around to bug me...I mean to spend time with...I've been really bored.
I did work on chapter fourteen of my esca fic 'finding her roots' aka 'the fic that would not die'. Seriously, I've been writing this fic on and off for over a year and a half. When will it end? How will it end? The hell if I know. (Actually, I do have most of it plotted out...it's just a matter of writing the damn thing.) Anyway, here is a snippet from my latest chapter:
//There was a great earthquake; the world itself seemed to be turning against them. So many of them died that day from the buildings collapsing or in the suffocating ash; some of the smaller ones drowned in the sea as they tried to flee the burning land. ‘What has become of us?’ They couldn’t understand why this was happening.
A soft feminine voice rose above the chaos outside. ‘We are being punished. Our leader is dead; killed by his greed and thirst for power. We have aspired to be as the gods and now they are taking their revenge on us.’
They had gathered in the cave for shelter, running to get away from the angry sky blowing the hot ash. They clutched at each other in their fear. ‘What shall we do?’
She was silent for a moment before answering. ‘If the gods grant it, we may create a new world; a place where we can start again.’ She paused, a distant look in her pale blue eyes. ‘But, our punishment is not over. We shall be as outcasts on this new planet, and man shall rule over us as we have over them; we will be exiles.’
‘Never!’ They cried and argued amongst themselves, and for a moment the destruction and devastation outside was forgotten.
She held up her hand for silence and continued in her quiet voice, ‘These are our only options. Flee and become exiles, or stay and die.’//
Two figures looked into the darkened room where the children were imprisoned.
“We created this world, now look at us. There are hardly any pureblood draconians left on Gaea.” He made a short sound of disgust. “Breeding with those pathetic humans; mixing their inferior blood with ours. This is where it has gotten us,” he told his companion.
The girl beside him winced at the anger in his voice as she surveyed the scene in front of her with growing horror. ‘This is wrong,’ she whispered. ‘What you are doing is wrong—‘ The rest of her words were cut off when she received a sharp slap across the face. She tumbled to the floor with the force of the blow, blackness threatening to close in around her. Blinking several times to try and regain her bearings, she felt a small trickle of blood begin to run from the corner of her mouth. Suddenly she felt hands grasp her upper arms, bruising her tender flesh as she was roughly hauled to her feet.
“Little fool!” He shook her as if to emphasize his words. “Our people are dying, yet you choose to sympathize with our enemy!”
“I do not see them as such,” she whispered.
He growled in his frustration. “Then you do not see anything.” He dragged her towards the door, unbolting it with one hand as he held her firmly against the wall with the other. When the door opened he all but tossed her into the darkened cell.
“Maybe this will change your thoughts, Mynnira,” he hissed before locking her into the room.
Her eyes strained in the dim light as they focused on his figure walking away from the large viewing window. He hesitated for a brief second, but continued onward without looking back.
She closed her eyes, wincing at the pain. “How could I have been so blind? Lotarrin…”
Yeah, I'm weird. I know. Actually, this is the point in the fic where I finally start to get to the point of what's been going on with Gaea and the missing children. I should have introduced these characters much sooner, but I didn't really have an idea where I was going with this until about a month ago. Oh well. Maybe when I finally finish this fic, I'll revise the whole damn thing. XD
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: Artist Evelyn De Morgan (1855-1919). She was a Pre-Raphaelite artist. I just love this style of art...mostly because of the subject matter and also because it reminds me of ancient Greece and Rome for some reason. Anyway, I like her artwork in particular because she seemed to use so much more color in her paintings than other pre-raphaelite artists. My favorite painting by her shows the angel of death coming to take someone away. It's very haunting, the image she painted. That particular one doesn't have so much color as some of the others, but it's the one that made me a fan of her work.
serena was here @ 11:11 PM
Ok, I'm begginning to scare myself with this happy mood I'm in. When I woke up this morning I actually wanted to work out. Something is wrong. XD
Thank you Anne and Charles for keeping me up chatting last night. Much fun was had. Now you know how insane I am. Wee~ I'm really, really going to miss you guys when you go away to school. Promise me you'll keep in touch. *sniff*
By the way, I'd rather Anne and I be refered to as cool superhereos then as Thelma and Louise (because it's not fair that she called shotgun on Brad Pitt, dammit.) XD I wanna be Wonder Woman. Yeah, I'd use the golden lasso of truth on that lying bastard Dave at work. I told J about how he lied straight to my face. We both agreed that he is an asshole. So I decided that from now on, dave will be my new word for asshole. So, if you happen to hear me say, 'man, what a dave!' then you guys will know what I'm talking about. XD
That's it for now. I'll post again later in the day.
serena was here @ 11:33 AM
Ok, I promised...so here it is. Things I Learned From My Mother:
~how NOT to do laundry. (why is there bleach spots on everything? or maybe this is a deliberate act in order to get me to wash my own clothes. XD)
~acting silly can be really fun.
~the joys of spending my father's money. (woo-hoo!)
~how to get out of doing housework by tricking your children into thinking dusting, mopping, etc, is actually a fun game.
~how to make fried chicken. (yummmm. come here little chicken wing.)
~that mexico and texas can be easily confused with one another. (hahahaha. mom's so funny. and yes Mom...texas is part of the United States.)
~to 'shit or get off the brick.'
me: hey, isn't it 'shitting a brick, and shit or get off the pot?'
mom: 'dammit, you know what i mean.'
~how to do the dishes. (yuck.)
~that nervous breakdowns are really scary.
~how to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. (there is something called 'tact' that my mother just doesn't get.)
~way too much about my parent's sex life. (for the love of all that's holy, stop telling me this stuff!)
~that it's good to spend quality time with your youngin's.
~how to piss off my dad. (not that this is something I recommend.)
~to nag...and nag...and nag. XD
~how to take care of someone when they are sick.
Hmm, that's all I can think of at the moment. My mom and dad are both really funny people...without trying to be. They are an endless source of amusement for me. XD
I'm still in a really good mood, despite the crap I had to put up with at work today. I won't even get into it because I don't want to ruin this happy feeling. Let's just leave it at...the customer isn't always right, in fact sometimes she's a fucking nasty ass whore of a bitch. Anger management? Me? Nah. XD
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: A little advice this night. Never, ever, if you can help it, work in retail. Trust me on this one, you'll thank me later.
serena was here @ 10:53 PM
Hrmpf. *sings* I don't wanna work, just want to bang on the drum all day!
I'm in a really weird mood. Bet ya can't tell at all. ^_~ Maybe I'm manic depressive and I'm in a manic state. Who the hell knows? All I know is I feel good. Woo! (and I haven't even been drinking.)
Oh yeah, now I remember what I wanted to post. Here it is...Things I Learned From My Father:
~to cuss like a sailor. (I worked with my dad for three years in a wharehouse full of potty mouth men. I picked up a few things. XD)
~mooning people is not a pretty thing, mooning my video camera is even worse. *gags* (i will have nightmares for the rest of my life.)
~alchohol and drugs make you do really stupid shit.
~doing really stupid shit gives people material to blackmail you with. (yeah, i called the police on my parents once when i was young and going through the anti-drug program at school. when the cops showed up at my house and my pu's were all scared and shit, i told the police that i had only been messing around...then i got whatever i wanted for an entire year. ah, sweet memories.)
~how to be a hard worker.
~that riding a bicycle while intoxicated is not a good thing to do cuz you might forget to put your feet down when you stop the bike. (ouch.)
~how to make plants grow. (although my dad is a really good gardener, he tends to get carried away and plant too many tomato plants every year...thus we make spaghetti sauce a lot in the summer.)
~the wrong way to walk on an icy surface. (ouch again.)
~that you've got to have a sense of humor.
~that the answer to 'guess what?' is 'six'.
~that sometimes people say really funny things when they fall asleep on the couch. 'i saw red lights' ''nother round...on me!' (sometimes i'd really like to know what he's dreaming about.)
~how to take your anger out on other people.
~how to make people feel really bad about themselves.
~why you shouldn't teach your father how to swim.
~why education is important.
~how to respect your parents. (although, sometimes I wonder about why i should.)
~how to be anti-social and afraid of change.
~that 'The Crow' is a kick ass movie. (although, one should avoid watching it while drunk as one tends to get philosophical and make little sense to anyone else in the room.)
~how to watch the same movie every night for weeks at a time and still enjoy it every time.
~that some movies get better the more you watch them.
~that armeggedon was an ok movie, but i really didn't need to see it 30 times in a row.
~that teasing your family by chasing them around with a butcher's knife may seem funny while you're drunk...but they might not think so.
~that parent's always catch you trying to throw vegies away in your napkin.
~having fun isn't something that can be forced on someone.
dad: play horseshoes with us, we need another player! it'll be fun.
me: no, i don't wanna play
dad: play horseshoes with us or else.
me: or else what?
dad: no dinner...and we're having Burger King tonight *muhahahaha*'
me: ....ok, i guess i'll play.
dad: and you have to get a ringer if you want fries.
~how to kiss ass without seeming like you are kissing ass. (this one comes in handy at work.)
~how to tell off rich people.
~how to whine. (this is something I'm really good at.)
~how to hold my liquor.
~that's it's not a good idea to disobey your father when he tells you that you are not to have friends over while they are not at home because he might literally toss your friend out the door and then take away your t.v.
Hmm, I'm sure there's more, but I'm really tired so I can't think. Maybe I'll continue at another time. Up next post: What I Learned From My Mother. Wee!
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde. Even though this is supposed to be a children's story, it really says a lot about what the author thought about society during his time. The story itself is very touching and I actually cried the first time I read it. Yes, I am a sentimental sap.
serena was here @ 12:15 AM
The first time I tried to write this aol shut down on me and all my writing was lost. Grr. So, I am going to try this again. Hopefully my second attempt will come out sounding as well as my first one did.
People seem to be talking about friends a lot lately. Friendship can be a tricky thing. People do come and go in our lives; the older you get the more you will realize that this is true. Sometimes I get sad when I think about all the great times I used to have with my friends in high school...and about how I never talk to most of them anymore. But then I remember that people change. Most of those people aren't the same as when I knew them and I certainly hope I'm a different person. I'd like to think that I've grown up a little bit since then. XD
The person that is my best friend now and I have known each other since middle school. We were both part of a circle of friends. I honestly think that if we hadn't had college together then we wouldn't have kept in touch that much...just because I'm really bad at keeping in touch with people (as anyone that knows me really well can tell you.) C, on the other hand. Thank goodness she's persistent! *hugs C* Some days I don't know what I'd do without her. I used to say she's the bit of normallcy that balances out the craziness in my life...but lately I'm not so sure about that normallcy part. *wink* Just teasing, C.
Anyway, I understand what you mean about friends giving and getting the short end of the stick. Yeah, it happens. I don't think I've ever been the one to give (other than the fact that I'm bad at keeping in touch) just because I'm the type of person that hates it when other people are mad at me. Consequently, I've spent a lot of time making sure my friends are happy and not mad at me. (This can be a bad thing...it often backfires and I have ended up getting taken advantage of a lot.)
My best friend through middle school and most of high school and I used to be really close. We spent almost every weekend together, either over her house or mine. It was almost to the point of suffocation (she is an only child and one of those people that really doen't like to be alone; I am one of those people that really just needs some space sometimes.) Anyway, like I said, we were really close. Then, at some point in high school, she got her first boyfriend and sort of forgot my number. Well, ok, she still invited me over but it was only so that her father wouldn't think that her boyfriend and her were making out....which they were...in front of me. (talk about uncomfortable.) So, I began to doubt our friendship. Someone that I had been 'friends' with for years...was she using me? Or was it all subconcious on her part? Did she not realize that she had hurt me? I don't know because we never talked about it. Then, when her boyfriend and she split up...I was suddenly her best friend again. Try repeating that cycle a couple of times. Yeah. It sucked. And, I' m a loser for putting up with it...what else can I say? I don't really talk to her anymore, although we occasionally run across one another. She keeps saying that we ought to get together. But, I'm like, what's the point? She never treated me well when we were friends before, why should I want to waste my time?
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's never too late to tell someone that you're sorry if you feel like you've treated them badly. Sometimes something that may not mean as much to you may mean a lot more to the other person. If you feel it's something you should do, then go for it. It can't hurt. It may be a little akward, but you'll feel better afterwards...trust me. Also, it may mean a lot to the other person that you did say something to them. Anyway, those are my thoughts on the subject. (And, that reminds me, I've really got to email S and say hi. It's been far too long.)
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: A Escaflowne fanfic titled 'The Secret life of a Girl' by Aerika S. It is the best Eries centered fic I have ever read. It's primarily about Eries' relationship to Allen; something that is only hinted about in the series. It is a pre-series fic. The chapters are pretty long, but it is a great read. Aerika has a great sense of humor and it really shows through in her fics. It can be found at fanfiction.net. It's not finished yet, but she informed me that there's only one chapter left and that she'll be posting it soon. I don't know whether to be excited that a new chapter's coming out...or sad because it's the last one. Oh, well. Cya!
serena was here @ 9:47 PM
Hmm, today was actually a good day. Nothing went monumentally wrong. I got to run the store by myself for about four hours today. That was ok. I'm extremely tired due to the fact that I stayed up really late last night and then had to get up early today. But I can deal with tired. Then J and I went to Wal Mart to get ink for my printer. On the way home we stopped at High's and got ice cream...which I ate for dinner. Bad me. XD
I don't really know what to do about this perpetual bad mood of mine. Well, getting a new job might help...but I don't feel like looking for one. I just feel so depressed lately. I almost cried at the movies the other day because I was so pissed off at this jerk that sat in front of me. He sat down so hard that the back of his chair flew back and banged my knee really hard, consequently pissing me off. I know he felt it, but he didn't even say 'excuse me' or anything. I hate assholes like that. Anyway, what I really wanted to do was to smack the back of his head and make some sort of nasty comment. But, then I realized that if it came down to me and him out in the parking lot....well, I would have gotten my ass kicked. So, I just sat there and fumed. Bastard. See? I dwell on stupid crap like that and let it ruin my day. I need to learn to let go of things.
Hmm. I really should be working on my fanfics. But I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like doing anything. I have no motivation lately. Gah.
I am going on vacation in the beggining of September with my cousin and her parents. We are going to Ocean City. They have this AA seminar there every year that my uncle goes to. He's a recovering alchoholic. I'm really proud of my aunt and uncle for changing thier lives for the better. Sometimes I wish my mom and dad would do the same. They are good parents, but they don't realize how much it hurts my brother and I to see them do bad things to themselves. But, people can only change if they want to change, so there's not much I can do about it.
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: Law and Order: Criminal Intent. I love this show. I'm watching it right now. XD I like this one better than the original. The main cop guy reminds me of Columbo. He acts stupid in order to catch people. He's brilliant.
serena was here @ 9:52 PM
Wow, blogging two days in a row. Hell must be freezing over or something.
So, I had a Talk with my bosses at work today. They wanted to discuss my attendence. Hello...I had pnuemonia. Believe me, I was sick. I was seriously afraid I was going to die...that's why I broke my nine year no doctor streak. Anyway, because of this stupid new attendence program at work my bosses are cracking down on me. See, the problem is that they don't want to have to fire me; they need me too much. The way the new system works is that each time you call out, leave early or are tardy, you recieve a certain amount of points. After accumulating a certain amount of points a person can be terminated. Well, due to my illness, I have accumulated the most amount of points one can accumulate without getting fired. So, if I have one more occurance I can be terminated according to the new system. Here's the tricky part. My boss is afraid that if he makes exceptions, such as letting me accumulate more points and not firing me, and another store does fire someone after they have reached thier points and that person finds out then they can file a lawsuit. So, basically he is covering his own ass. Because that's how you get ahead in business. So, now I have to call my doctor Monday and ask her to write a note saying that it's possible that I may have to call out again if my pnuemonia comes back (cuz it's not really all cleared up yet.) That way my boss has documentation to make his exception. Hopefully it won't matter anyway. There are only a few more months in the year...so as long as I don't have any occurances during that time I'll be fine. *crosses fingers*
Gah, I'm tired. And, for some strange reason the muscles in the back of my legs hurt as if I'd run up a hill or something...which I haven't. In fact, I spent most of yesterday sitting around on my ass. Well, except for when I had to move my furniture around. Maybe that's what did it. Damn, I really need to get in shape. I need to stop eating boston creme pie for dinner. When I was sick I swore I was going to start dieting. Of course, that's an easy thing to decide when you have no appetite anyway. Now that I'm better (mostly) I'm back to stuffing my face. XD
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: Guilty Pleasures by Laurell K. Hamilton. I got hooked on her books years ago. This is the first in her Anita Blake chronicals. This book is fairly tame compared to her later ones; she seems to get bolder with every book. Anyway, in her universe vampires and were-animals are all real...and they have equal rights dammit. It's an interesting concept. Laurell K. Hamilton uses sarcasm as no author I have ever read before. She has a wicked sense of humor that even makes the bloody, gorey parts somewhat funny...in a weird way. I love Anita's character, too. She doesn't take shit from anyone. XD And, she also goes through a lot of changes throughout the series. There is a lot of fun in these books.
I also recommend Laurell's new series about a faerie princess living in L.A. The first is called A Kiss of Shadows. I personally feel that Ms. Hamilton is just writing her own fantasy with this series. I mean, come on. The main character, Meredith, is surrounded by extremely beautiful men that she is told she has to have sex with. Poor her. XD I love these books. I mean, who wouldn't want a harem like that? XD
Well, I'm going to go now before I get myself into trouble. Cya!
serena was here @ 12:44 AM
Gah. I realize I haven't blogged for a while. Part of it's just because I've been lazy and part of it's because I've been sick and haven't felt like doing anything at all. Having pnuemonia sucks. I'm still getting over it after two weeks.
I finally went back to work yesterday and it was a living hell. That place just seems to get worse as the days go by. Management sucks. The operations manager has no idea what his job is and everyone else winds up doing half of what is supposed to be his job. And the store manager won't do anything about it. When ever I go to him and tell him my problems that I'm having in my area of the store I expect to get at least some sort of advice. But all I ever get is a stupid ass grin and a shrug. One of these days I might be forced to tear off one of his arms and beat him in the head with it. That might be the only way to get through to him. Or maybe not. Oh well.
By the way, I said I'd say hi Anne. So 'HI ANNE'. *waves arms* *does happy happy dance* Don't forget me when you go away to college. I'm going to miss your warped sense of humor. Email me frequently on the joys of dorm life. ^_^ I'm sure college will give you lots of material to work with.
My boyfriend is coming over tonight to eat dinner with my family. My dad actually asked for him to come, which I take as a great sign that my family actually likes him. Hell, I think they like J more than they like me. They are always asking for him. They don't ever ask for me. *grumbles* I feel so loved. Anyway, we are having a Baltimore favorite: steamed crabs. My dad makes the best steamed crabs. Yum. You know...I don't know if this makes me a traitor to my heretige or not...but I don't really see what the fuss is about steamed crabs. They are alot of work for a little bit of meat and they are really messy to boot. They do taste good but sometimes my lazy side just doesn't feel like sitting down and picking them. Gah. I'm taking laziness to a new level.
Hmm, on other things. I don't know how I feel about what's going on around the net. I don't take back what I said. I believe in what I said. I'm sure there are people out there that agree with me. I also know there are people that don't. *shrugs* As for my personal belief on style...I think it is influenced by many things. Sure your culture and your environment have an influence on your writing style. I also believe that people are largely influenced by other author's styles. A person that only reads certain styles of writing may only be capable of expressing themselves in that way. A person that is more well read may have a broader sense of style. But ultimately I believe that style is something that develops over time from within oneself...and can vary over time. Just as in any artwork. And that's all I have to say about that.
TODAY'S RECOMMENDATION: The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan. I love Amy Tan. She has a very unique sense of storytelling influenced not only by her Asian heritage, but also by her upbringing in America. She manages to pack a lot of little stories into one big story. And, through the telling of the little stories you really get a sense of who the characters are. This book is one of my favorites because it leaves you wondering at the end. I highly suggest it to anyone that loves to read.
serena was here @ 5:08 PM