So I've just packed for college and spent all day with dad just getting everything loaded in my car and the rv and getting the house ready and running errands so we're both totally wiped out today. But one of the things I packed was most of my dvd collection, which I usually keep on my window sill, all of them, including my one porno, because I know the rents don't go into my room so I'm not worried about them stumbling upon it and getting mad or anything. Thing is, i'm only taking dvds I know I'll watch (or I'm hoping I know I'll watch) and my porno just isn't one of them and if I REALLY just GOTTA see a porno on dvd, I've got an Adam's and Eve all of ten minutes away from me.

So! I'm sitting in bed looking at stuff on deviantart and dad walks in to have me upload my novel onto one of his flash drive's so if I have questions on the editing he did on the hard copy I printed up, I can call him and he can bring up the page and we can talk about it.

So I'm sitting there loading the story and dad asks me if I left him any good dvd's.

I shrug and say: "Eh. Good-ish."

"Well I see you left me Happy Feet *rolls eyes*"

"Hey! Happy Feet's a good movie...thank you very much."

*Long pause*

"What's 'Words Worth'?"

Wow... so out of ALLLLLL the dvd's he could've asked about, my father manages to pick out the ONE porno out of some FORTY dvd's sitting on my window.

Just wow lmao so I'm kinda sitting there fumbling and I wave my hand and say "You know what, just don't worry about it?" and we share a laugh.

Damn we're both tired xD

Just a'dyeing my hair.

So I walked up to dad today and I asked him if he wanted to get on the bikes later, after mom's doctor appointment today and he said sure. See, I've kinda been avoiding this. We took Westley in for all sorts of repairs he needed and not even HALF of what's gotta get done is actually done *Sigh* But, he's 'ride-able' right now, and I've been a little nervous because Westley and I left each other on not so super-swell terms when I went off to college.

But, mom and dad went to the doctor's appointment, I went outside and go on Westley and just cranked him just to feel him and know he's still alive. And then dad got home, we ate dinner, and we suited up to go out (i.e. I put on a long shirt and my combat boots and took out all my earrings).

So I got on Westley, dad got on his bike, and I just played with the clutch a little, you know, got the feel of where that special point is where he starts going. And then I got on the road and we rode around a little bit. I figure he needs a tune-up all around, and I do still need practice, but it was so insanely much fun and I absolutely adored riding him again. We were really in sync with each other at points and the turns weren't at all scary like they were when I was first riding and had to lean. Argh, it was a blast and Westley had fun too I think, because he was really warm afterwards and we just kinda sat in the drive way and cuddled for a bit while dad put his bike away.

I luve my Westley again =^^=


...Gee, this blog has a few points that sound a lil' sexual... Makes me think of the Crotchrocket poem again.

Mom's sick =/ and I'm feeling weird not going to work.

I called up my new store and they STILL have gotten my transfer request in, but the manager there says that there's another store THIRTY MINUTES away that would like me as a decorator. But me being a decorator implies having to work those morning shifts, which i'm only available for on the weekend, which would be fine by me if my car wasn't 3 blocks away and security didn't make me argue for 5-10 minutes on if they're going to give me a ride or not and then not even walk me to my car in the scary, dark garage.

So anyway, the new manager says to try and send it again and then come in and see him whenever I'm in town and we'll work something out. Part of me is thinking maybe it's better I just don't work at Publix for a year. Would that really kill me? =/ Albeit, yes, getting rehired when I get back might be a little hard, but I think my last boss in the bakery would still take me back if he could, hopefully, but we'll see what happens.

My head is really hurting today and I've got two friends coming over (one of which I really DON'T want to come over) to watch Repo with me. I invited the girl over because she hadn't seen it and generally we get along fairly well, I like her. The other one is a friend of hers who I used to consider dating until I realized he was a religious freak (the kind of person that takes Catholicism a little TOOO far) and he NEVER likes movies, ever. Unless they're part of the Batman series-thing or unless they have a good religious moral thing going on and don't insult God in anyway.

Meh.

Well i invited the girl over and she said that she and the guy had plans too, so she wanted to bring him along. I can't stand watching movies with this guy because whenever I DO he ends up hating it and making fun of it for like, fucking weeks afterwards. SO I told him he can come but only if he doesn't start up his movie bull shit, because if he does I'm fucking kicking him out of the house. I will not have him ruin one of my most favorite movies.

I already had to listen to this guy give some hour long rant about why the new Transformers movie sucked. I don't CARE if it's not Batman the Dark Knight or whatever. I LIKE Transformers and I LIKED the action in the movie and I LIKED the characters, even if they weren't entirely 'realistic'

This is the same dickwad that went on forever as to why Pan's Labyrinth sucked when it was a completely beautiful and compelling movie.

Ugh >.<

Headache + if this guy starts whining about Repo = Me knocking this fucker in the face.

So yesterday I had my last day of work in my bakery and it was surprisingly bittersweet, moreso than I thought. It didn't help much that I got to end my time there aiding in getting the constantly bitching decorator in trouble that she deserved to get in.

So here's the drama: she gets into this habit where if she gets into a rotten mood, which she does all the time, she ends up just doing a cake however the hell she wants, even if it's wrong, she doesn't care. She always says 'they'll get it and they'll like it!' ...yeeeeeaaaah.

So she ended up doing a pirate cake and didn't even do it by the book, it looked NOTHING like it was supposed to, and then when it went out, it started falling apart, so the customers ended up taking it to my mother's store and my mom had to fix it. then she called MY store, I end up getting the phone, and she's all sorts of upset. Eep! So she took pictures of the cake and it was my job to bring them in yesterday. Then she had a wedding cake to do that fondant (which is so nasty!! >.< but the big thing about fondant is if you REALLY mess it up, you pretty much gotta start over again. It was a two tier cake and C.B. ended up just throwing the second tier on and it ended up being EXTREMELY off center. EXTREMELY. Maybe some two inches on the left and seven to eight inches on the right. EXTREMELY!

Then she had a few more cakes she just threw together however she wanted, that the buyers complained about, so by the time I came in yesterday, crept discretely into my boss's office and gave him the picture of the pirate cake, he was a lil irritated. He ended up getting onto C.B. about all her fuckups and C.B. throws this fit and starts going on with: "There's going to be some changes around here!! From now on ALL the decorators are working on ALL the cakes TOGETHER! They're all going to contribute to the cake!!" to which the nice decorator replies that that's completely ridiculous, we don't have TIME for that and C.B. snaps: "Well THAT'S how it's goanna be around here!"

And my boss replies: "I don't THINK so." and she shuts up for a bit.

Anywho, on to the bittersweet.

I was packing out some brownie bites and my boss came over and told me how he was going to take me to lunch, but our lunch times never coordinate right. He usually has to go to lunch at around 8 and I usually go around 12, so it just doesn't work out well. So he hands me twenty bucks and says that should cover it, which amazes me, because first off I would probably never just GIVE twenty bucks to an employee, I'd be more likely to get them one of the free sub coupons we have at the store. So that was neat. Then he got me a bagel for breakfast, which was nice too because I was hungry ._.

Anywho, the rest of the day everyone, minus C.B., is telling me how they're goanna miss me and how I gotta come back to visit and whatnot and 'aaarrggh Dig is leaving us!!'. THen they pitched together and got me a really nice card and my boss even let me leave at 12, instead of waiting until 3. So come the time for me to leave I was totally a bit bummed to be going D:

But, I did leave =3 and then dad and I had to run to a statue place in another town about an hour away, so we stopped at Sonics and I spent the twenty on lunch, because I was absolutely starving by then and scarfed a burger, fries and shake all down and didn't feel at all bad for doing so! Gosh darnit!

But now comes the wait between now and going to disney and going back to college. *Fidgets* But on the bright side, it plenty of time to work on editing my novel, and spending time working on my fanfic, which is going over quite well. ^.^ It's nerdy, but I appeal to other nerds I think!

Now I'll drag my lazy ass out of bed and take a shower.

do not enjoyed being lectured by my parents as to where on my body it is and is not acceptable to get a tattoo.

My body, my temple, I'll decorate how I damn well please.

You say it's going to look like shit in fifty years? Here's the biggie: SO IS THE REST OF ME!

You say it's going to be hard for me to get a job if I have a tattoo on my arm. Guess what: Ya'll want me to stay working for this shit-bag grocery store for the rest of my life anyway.

STOP telling me about how expensive it is to live in California, STOP telling me what is and is not okay to do with my body, STOP treating me like I'm five years old. LET me make my own mistakes. I'm almost fucking twenty years old, I think if I want to go do something stupid I should be allowed to. I've found that some of the best things in my life and some of the funniest memories happened when I was DOING SOMETHING STUPID.

Example: getting drunk with Ashleigh at a complete stranger's house, where complete stranger happened to be a 30 some-odd-year-old Nazi, which eventually led to a damn funny story to tell, a damn interesting experience, and PLENTY of time curled up with Ash as we got over our hangovers.

Let me fucking live already! I appreciate that my parents love me and are trying to protect me, but staying sheltered in their embrace is NOT the way to live!

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I'm SO excited!!! I'm goanna make him do the dirtiest poses! *Flails and runs outside to sit by the mailbox until he comes in*

You know what I hate? Those stupid, awful, wretched Onlinebootycall commercials. I HATE them! All it does is show women who are seriously looking for someone to be close with as being stuck up snobs and then there's always some whore chicks just dancing around looking stupid and awful and I FUCKING HATE THOSE COMMERCIALS!


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*Flail*

ARGH.

Okay! Now that it's working *flail*

So this is just something I did up last night. Found and older pic of me (can anyone guess which one? It's in my album!) and used it as a reference. It's just a character from a fanfic I'm working on *puts on nerd glasses proudly*