Wow. Pretty worn out.

Saturday = bad day. I was in excruciating pain for most of it. I did get an interview at Philly's, which I started at on Sunday. Worked four hours Sunday(noon to 4), hung out with Jess a bit, came home. Monday, school, blah blah, came home, went to work at 4:30 and worked to close. Tuesday, same thing. Today was my first day off - WHEW. I was worn out, because I'd been having trouble sleeping. Anyways, I got my hair cut(yes, again), and it's different, not HUGELY different, but shorter and a different shape. Also, I didn't have the lady style it curly since I was just going straight home, by means of which I discovered it looks pretty good w/the curl combed out a bit, wavy, as well. I also got some expensive hair stuff that better be freakin' good.

The new job is...okay, I guess. The manager is Italian, laid back, but not nessecarily nice all the time. The cooks so far are okay, I haven't got to work with anyone at register(which is what I do - you didn't really think I'd be cooking the sandwiches, did ya?) except for Jessica. It really sucked yesterday because someone was supposed to show up at 5:30 and they were a no call no show. It was UNGODLY busy, of course. I cannot stand the lady that works during the day. I have to constantly bite my tongue when I'm around her. I get there at 4:30, she clocks out, and it got busy right after that.

I had two people waiting on the register and someone in the drive-through, and the phone starts ringing.

Me: Dottie(yeah, talk about your stupid names), can you get that please?
Her: Oh well I'M already clocked out, I'm not even here any more as far as the computer is concerned!!!
What I wanted to say: Are you really too &%$#ing lazy to get off your butt and just ANSWER THE PHONE?! How much effort does that take? Or do you just like to be an insufferable annoying twit?!
What I did say: *very very forced smile that hurt my face* Please?
Her: *big sigh, or maybe that's just the noise she makes when she moves* I guess.

I mean, maybe it's just me, but if you act like you know soooooo much more than everyone else(just because you're 40 years old and still working a minimum wage register job at a friggin fast food restaurant), then can you put out the whole teensy bit of extra effort to maybe help someone out a little bit?

I've decided I'm just going to work there a month or so, and then start looking for another job after that. It's just that right now, unless I get a heck of a pay boost, it's too much work with so-so people for too little money, and I'm scheduled to work every night to close (which, by the way, closing by yourself SUCKS) until Sunday except for Friday, when I work to 8:30. That's 25 hours this week, and I specifically told him I only wanted to work 15-20. Not to mention they're shorthanded right now, which means that if I'm scheduled for a day I can't take it off. And that pisses me off because I wanted to go to the Take Back the Night thing at MSSU on Friday. But noooooo. I might go by after work anyways, if someone wants to go with me.

My little brother is pretty sick. I guess he was running a fever of 104 or so yesterday, and my mom took him to the doctor...who told her that it was a minor viral infection without actually looking at my brother. It was 102 earlier today and it was 104 not too long ago. Poor kid.

What's also not good is that in the past hour or two I've started to feel kind of icky myself. It's sprrrrrrrring, I don't wanna be sick!

Anyways, fair warning, don't expect updates to either of my blogs until the weekend probably. And now, I am going to bed *yay*.

Haha. So Mr. T mentioned my new blog, Unwise and Untimely, in his blog yesterday night/evening(didn't check the timestamp). I hadn't actually got around to mentioning it on here yet, though. I wanted to have more than one post, but since I should be making one later today, here ya go. There'll be a link to it on the sidebar from now on.

Stayed home today, MAP day, whoo. Haven't accomplished anything so far(other than weird dreams and waking up some 45 minutes ago). I need to apply at Philly's, according to Jessica, because apparently they only have seven workers and she's the only one working the drive-through and cash register. I should do that later today, and at some point I want to hit Hastings, Dollar General, and Dollar Tree - Hastings for magazines(some combination of Threads, Venus, ReadyMade, and/or Bust), the other two stores for cheap nail polish and hair clips that I can spruce up. Maybe Michael's or something.

This is interesting. I've always wondered what colorblind people see.

Apparently Alicia and I are semi-semi-finalists(is what it boils down to, they used bigger words in the letter) for National Merit Scholars. I had no idea what to chose for the second college - I'm planning on going to Stephens in Columbia and unless something incredibly drastic happens, I don't really see any reason why I wouldn't get accepted. So I don't really have a second choice...ended up putting Rhode Island School of Design just for kicks, even though that's too far away and too cold for me.

As for the rest of the day...people suck and piss me off. And I feel like crap. I'm taking a MAP day tomorrow. Woo-hoo.

Ok. So I *finally* took pictures of the shirts and skirt I made a while ago. No picture of the hat though. Too hot to wear hats anyways, unless I'm just having a REALLY bad hair day. These also double as showing off the (kind of) new haircut more.

The shirt:





It was boxy and didn't fit right when I got it(for some $3 off eBay). Hence the panels at the side, and the straps(which are grommet tape with black fabric under them so that my bra isn't showing through the holes...not like it matters anyways because the straps don't line up in the back; oh well).

The skirt:



(I look like I'm preparing to brutally murder someone...)

Close-up of buttons at front closure and back pocket:





I also have copies of the prom pictures now. Might post some. Except that all the ones of me look horrid. Oh, well, what can ya do? (go work on the shirts I should be working on, but nah, that'd be boring...not really...just require effort...that I'm lacking in)

Ok. So I lied.

(yes, I really am just THAT bored)

#1 - the Dixie Chicks are cool.

#2 - Zak was a nice guy and uploaded my LA 4 paper to his...webspace...thingie. It's some seven pages when double-spaced, I swear...but if anyone's interested in reading it, it's here. There are probably a few errors I missed, but I'm blaming them all on Zak. muahahaha.

I swear this is my last post for today.

Yay. There's a Clampdown show in Springfield on the 13th, 8 pm, at some coffeehouse. This is my way of noting-to-self.

This is cliche, and I'm sure the numbers aren't exactly right, but it's still worth thinking about. I generally consider forward-type things idiotic beyond belief - my reaction is to generally either want to rip my hair out or strangle whatever moron came up with it - but I liked this one. Call me sappy.

If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following:

There would be:

- 57 Asians
- 21 Europeans
- 14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south
- 8 Africans

- 52 would be female
- 48 would be male

- 70 would be nonwhite
- 30 would be white

- 70 would be non-Christian
- 30 would be Christian

- 89 would be heterosexual
- 11 would be homosexual

- 6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all 6 would be from the U.S.A.
- 80 would live in substandard housing
- 70 would be unable to read
- 50 would suffer from malnutrition
- 1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth
- 1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education
- 1 would own a computer

When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent.

The following is also something to ponder...

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness...you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a religious meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death...you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.

If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep...you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace ... you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still alive and still married ... you are very rare, even in the United States and Canada.

If you can read this webpage, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.

Soooo...we really didn't do anything. Kind of wandered around Joplin, looking for someplace with AC that was free to hang out at. None of our Joplin friends were home. Phooey to them. We loitered at BAM for a while, talking to girlypants(aka Jordan), and drinking our mocha whatever they were. We ran into this guy in the parking lot wanting to know if we were registered voters in Missouri so that we could sign a petition to raise the minimum wage and another one about something else I didn't quite catch. We saw someone else in the parking lot of Wal-Mart(no, I didn't buy anything, we basically walked inside, played with the giant bouncy balls, and walked back out - that's how bored we were), and I had the presence of mind to tell him that I thought it was cool they were doing something, even if I forgot to tell the first one. Oops.

While we were in Hastings I saw a flyer for a Take Back the Night event(?? can't think of a better word) that's going on at MSSU on the 28th at 7 pm. I think if I can find someone who wants to go with me I'll go, because it sounds interesting and I want to see what they're like.

That and the voter thing have me thinking again. Always a bad thing, I know. I guess for all the apathy(which I still don't understand), there are some people getting up and doing or saying SOMETHING. I wish I would have had the thought to ask the petition people if they were affiliated with any organization so I could look it up and see where they stand on the other issues, it'd be nice to know what else they're pulling for so maybe I could get involved. In the meanwhile, MFA still hasn't put Warped Tour KC on their site, so I can't sign up to volunteer yet.

It is so freaking hot outside. If this is our spring, I do NOT want to know what summer will be like. I hope it rains during Warped.

So...I didn't get to sleep until three or four last night. And I woke up some twenty minutes ago, to Jessica calling. Apparently I sounded drunk on the phone. I was a little out of it 'cause I had some really twisted dreams last night, not that I remember all of them. Probably a result of watching Wonderfalls before I fell asleep and finishing up The Handmaid's Tale before that.

Everything looks emerald outside. I don't know if it was because we had the rain yesterday, or what, but it's so pretty and bright green it hurts my eyes. It looks like green glass suncatchers, even if a lot of the bigger trees haven't got their leaves back yet. The dogwoods are blooming too...I love this time of year. Everything's all green and growing and pretty.

Jessica got her hair CHOPPED OFF yesterday. Like, it was as long as mine was(before I got it cut, which is about mid-back), and now it's just under her ears. Very cute though. And works well straightened/flipped out or wavy(looks like a flapper cut wavy, but in a good way). While we were there I was checking out the Catwalk Curls Rock stuff...I need to get some, because my Matrix shampoo and conditioner are running out, and that was what the person cutting Jessica's hair recomminded. Except it's so expensive, it'd be 30-someodd dollars for shampoo, conditioner, and leave-in-moisturizer. More than that if I wanted the amplifier stuff. Looks like it's not tested on animals though, which is a plus. But I still need a job to pay for all of it.

Speaking of jobs, still no word back from JoAnn's. Not so sure I want to get hired there though, because according to Cindy they're really reluctant to let people off and one of her friends had issues working there. I called Mr. Bulky's back, got ahold of the manager, and she said she'd call me back...actually sounded like she meant it too.

Need to go shower now...

The Handmaid's Tale is depressing. And disturbing beyond belief.

*random moment of relatively generic teenage girliness*

I saw the video for "A Little Less 'Sixteen Candles', A Little More 'Touch Me'" today by Fall Out Boy. I have to say, it was awesome. And Pete looks FREAKING HOT(more so than usual) as a vampire. Holyyyy crap. *drools all over keyboard just thinking about it*

Relatively uneventful past three or four days. Lots of testing. Annoying testing with stupid questions and stupid prompts and just general idiocy. I spent the night at Jessica's house last night, and we decided, among other things, that Predator is the ghost of Jamaicans past. Or something, I don't really remember. I had a beyond-screwed-up dream(dunno if it was inspired by sleeping on the couch or what) that consisted of a bunch of random people from school. We were all getting apartments together or something. There was a big white room with these two towers(like the old bird's nest on the playground in like, kindergarten). I found a kitten, and Cole was the only other person who thought it was cute and wanted to keep it. Then he accidentally dropped it, and it went and hid in a dresser. I found it in the dresser, and the next thing I remember is this Night of the Living Dead-esque scenario, where there was a huge warehouse attached to the front of our house. No segue or explanation as to how I got from one thing to another. And it was my family and a few other random people(again with the randomness, there was one of my mom's friends I haven't seen in YEARS there), and everyone kept getting turned into zombies, and we were resorting to Molotov cocktails(only not, 'cause we ran out of bottles) and etc. Somewhere in this, dream-me got shown a flash of a t-rex and a talking velociraptor(don't ask; I don't know) who were headed towards the warehouse, because there are theories(or used to be, haven't read up on dinos lately) t-rexes were scavenger and it was being attracted by the smell of rotting flesh. From the zombies. But the velociraptor was good. Anyways, I saw our dogs in the house and I felt bad for them because I knew we were going to have to leave them. Somewhere in this there was an extremely short thing that was like a movie that cut to huge talking bird-looking things(without me or anyone else in it), and then it went back to the zombies. I told my mom that there was a t-rex on the way to eat the zombies and then we'd be okay and she gave me this look like I was beyond psychotic. Then I woke up, which annoys me, because I couldn't get back to sleep so it didn't have a happy ending.

After laying around for 30 minutes trying to figure out what to do, we watched Grind. Later we went to Wildcat Park with Jesse and messed around for a while. Then we watched....umm...I'm thinking it was mostly Fairly OddParents and I went home before Jess went to work. Yaaaaaay. Exciting.

Yay mindless but fun things. (you don't want to hear about my day...foul mood in general, for various reasons)

[via Alicia's blog]

Go to Wikipedia and look up your birthday [month and day only]. Post three events, two births and one death [listed for that date] in your journal, including the year for each.

Events:

1928 - UK passed Dangerous Drugs Act (1925) - outlawing cannabis. (potheads, complain all together now)

1939 - Warsaw surrenders to Nazi Germany during World War II.

1962 - Paddington (like the bear!) tram depot fire destroys 65 trams in Brisbane, Australia

so, as far as events go...not a happy day...

Birth:

1573 - Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, Italian artist (d. 1610) (like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!)

Death:

1891 - Herman Melville (like the monster in Doug!)

You Are Lisa Simpson

A total child prodigy and super genius, you have the mind for world domination. But you prefer world peace, Buddhism, and tofu dogs. You will be remembered for: all your academic accomplishments Your life philosophy: "I refuse to believe that everybody refuses to believe the truth"

The Simpsons Personality Test

You Should Weigh 130

If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight. If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon!

How Much Do You Weigh?

(wow, I weigh 113. haha.)

What Your Underwear Says About You

You tend to buy new underwear instead of doing laundry. You're sexy, in that pinup girl, tease sort of way.

The Underwear Oracle

Nice. Inaccurate, though.

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

Your Inner Blood Type is Type B

You follow your own rules in life, even if you change the rules every day. Sure, you tend to be off the wall and unpredictable, but that's what makes you lovable. And even though you're a wild child, you have the tools to be a great success. You are able to concentrate intently - and make the impossible possible. You are most compatible with: B and AB Famous Type B's: Leonardo Di Caprio and

What's Your Inner Blood Type?

Also, my lucky underwear is red, The Cure shares my taste in music(doubtful), I am somewhat Machiavellian, and I'm a gummy bear(because I'm smooshie but still so darn cute).

People are so freaking pathetic. Work as hard as you can to fit in and be just like everyone else. That is, indeed, a true accomplishment. I was just talking to someone who's absolutely convinced that lettering(in sports) is the ubermost important thing EVAR because it "proves you don't suck". In sports. Because they're oh-so-important. Oh yay, a high school status symbol that's going to be completely and utterly worthless here in about four years at the absolute most, if not two or three. Let's all be mindless consumer whores.

/end pissy ranting

The band challenge...answer 10 questions using only song titles from a chosen band.

chosen band: The Clash (duh)

1. Are you male or female?: Janie Jones
2. Describe yourself: Lost in the Supermarket
3. How do some people feel about you?: Four Horsemen
4. How do you feel about yourself?: I'm Not Down
5. Describe your family?: Cheapskates
6. Where would you rather be?: White Riot
7. Describe what you want to be: Bankrobber
8. Describe how you live: I Fought the Law
9. Describe how you love: Rock the Casbah
10. Describe what you hate: (Working for the) Clampdown

(haha. Some of those aren't nessecarily accurate, but I found it amusing at least.)

My feet are killing me.

JK just earned a new level of respect from me.

Prom was fun. Lots of fun. I thought it would suck beyond belief, but it was fun. Except now I'm numb from the waist down from walking around and dancing in those blasted heels.

AQT was less. We lost the first two rounds - the first one by like 30 points because the other team(Jasper) was doing that asinine thing where they buzz in with crap answers to math questions so Alicia has no time to answer, and in the second round we lost by 20 points. That's two questions. So I went home, went to the Bridge for a short while, went to Jessica's, went to Olive Garden, we waited and waited and waited, went to Steak and Shake instead. Went to prom. Went home. Should have gone to bed, now I am going to bed. and I'm going to SLEEP IN.

Oh and I saw the video for Stupid Girls. A+ from me.

Haha. I guess it probably wasn't funny for the guy(in fact it's kind of sad, probably had more to do with the fact that he's Indian than anything else), but it strikes me as humorous that those lyrics freaked the guy out so much. It's the friggin Clash. It reminds me of that girl - I can't remember if this happened to an acquaintance or I read it in the news - whose principal threatened to expell her because she was listening to "School's Out For Summer".

Hmmm. It's orange outside. That cannot be good.

Early release tomorrow - really looking forward to it. Need to do some very last minute shopping for prom(shoes, clips for hair, silver eyeshadow, maybe gloves...that I will mutilate...), maybe get V for Vendetta, and then it's off to the Bridge. Saturday morning, waking up early, going to districts(wish us luck), getting home and then getting ready, going to Olive Garden and then prom. I think I'm probably going to leave prom early and then go catch the last of the JoMoPro competition on Saturday, since it goes to midnight. Sunday, I will probably sleep in and then get up later to go watch the BMXing. Or maybe I'll just stay at home and be lazy. Since the rest of my weekend is just about jam-packed.

I'm going to go eat some ice-cream.

Relatively uneventful weekend. The sad thing is that I honestly can't remember what I did. I have, however, concluded once again that daylight savings time SUCKS. I was exhausted for Sunday and pretty much up to today. Ironically enough, the day I get up an hour earlier than normal I'm not all that tired.

I finished reading Cinderella's Big Score. Awesome, awesome book. It points out a lot of things that I didn't know and has some interesting stuff about not that well known artists. It had a little of a...hmmm...like sometimes it would make it sound like the girl bands were faultless for what they did, even if it did exclude guys, just because the author liked their goal.

My dad is currently cooking copper on our stove. And people think I'M the weird one.

Anyways, I'm rethinking a lot of my ideas recently. I used to think that feminism was completely useless today, but not so much any more. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I hate men, or that women are super-oppressed now like they used to be, but there's still a need for it. And there will be until lawyers stop asking rape victims what they did to deserve it, or how many people they've slept with. Stuff like that. I don't care how someone was dressed or how they acted, no means no, end of story.

I stayed home Monday, partially out of laziness and partially out of tiredness/general feeling of crappiness. Tuesday was uneventful except that someone from U of A came to talk to us. She seemed like a nice lady. Today was also uneventful, except that probably half of the upper classes were gone due to the business trip. That I couldn't go on because I'm not in a business class this year. Even though I got first place in my category and a $300 scholarship to MSSU last year. *pouts*

I also discovered the...let's say...intricacies of the new blocking system today. Holy freakin' crap. I think they blocked anything that might have a swear word in it, or the word "movie" or "comic"(I'll come to that in a second), or "punk" for some reason, and a lot of music sites too. This reminds me of banned books. Just because a site has those words doesn't mean kids can't learn something from it. Hell, I was trying to look up pictures for my art project(wanted to do something V for Vendetta themed) and let me tell you, it was damn near impossible. Literally, I could go to maybe one page out of three. Just random movie and comic book pages, all blocked off. I tried to go to a webpage in LA IV that had to do with my research paper, an article on www.punkrockacademy.com...it's blocked. The entire domain. It's just ASININE to go to that degree. Why don't we take all the books out of the library that say any swear words, or have to do with comic books, or sex, or anything else that might be potentially relevant to life out of school? That'll produce good students, lemme tell ya. With no knowledge of anything aside from what they learn in class(and that isn't much). I mean, it says to talk to him about it, but how am I supposed to say "okay, well, here's a list of fifteen sites that either have some sort of relevance to my language paper and I can't do any last minute research because they're all blocked for having 'punk' or 'rock' or whatnot in their content, plus ten sites that I wanted to look up movie and comic pictures on that wouldn't work.."? Strike anyone else as ridiculous much?

Unexpected apologies are nice.

I think I'm gonna go to bed now...catch up on that DST sleep...