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:: 2013 16 November :: 6.16 pm
:: Mood: worried
:: Music: INXS and such

Planning for the future and being a financially responsible adult is scary as hell. I suck at that stuff.

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:: 2013 15 November :: 9.43 am
:: Mood: bouncy

This has been an awesome Friday so far! I helped out a friend, although she may or may not see it has "help," it was a sort of intervention, because she is in a God-awful unhealthy relationship. I'd knee that guy in the balls if I wouldn't get teminated for it. Then I spent the morning helping to decorate TCU for Christmas, which is making me really excited for the holidays, even though it looks like I'll be spending all of them here. See, Tyler and I applied for this job through Job Corps working events and it had been so long and they were only accepting twenty people, so we had given up hope of getting it. But it looks like we both got it. So yeah, we'll have to stay here and work the holidays, but we'll have each other and we're going to have our own little Christmas. The job pays really well, too, so woohoo! While we were decorating TCU, a bunch of students came in with a speaker and a laptop and started loudly serenading the building with "Lean On Me." I was going to confront them, but they just swarmed on me and Ms. Witchoski came out, anyway, and essentially told them to shut up and get the hell out. It was pretty funny, though, it brightened my morning. Lastly, there is a bowling trip for the 600 Club, which I really shouldn't even be a part of given that I'm in TCU, but I qualify, so fuck it, and I didn't think Ms. Witchoski would approve of me going because it's not an appropriate reason to not be here, but she actually said it's fine! Happy Friday!!!

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:: 2013 14 November :: 12.07 pm
:: Mood: amused

Early in the day I was told that the department head here at TCU wanted to see me. I thought to myself, Oh dear God, please don't let this be regarding the disgusting amount of on line shopping I've been doing the past couple of days while I'm supposed to have been working. It was for something completely unrelated. However, I understand how shopping, especially on line, could become an addiction. I'm not even shopping for myself, mind you, I'm getting Tyler Christmas presents. He's had a crappy past couple of holidays, present-wise, so I'm trying to get him a bunch. He deserves it. I find, though, that when I go onto Amazon, I actually get kind of manic. My pupils probably dialate as I look around and think of things he likes. I see cool stuff and think, "Oh GAWD he needs dis! OOOH! He definitely needs dat!" I have five things in the process of being shipped here so far. And plenty more to come. If only I could stop remembering all the things he's said he likes or wants, teehee. I love him so much. I hope he has a nice Christmas.

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:: 2013 13 November :: 10.14 am
:: Mood: amused

"If you look up 'idiot' in the dictionary do you know what you'll find?!"

"A picture of my face?"

"No! The definition of the word 'idiot'!"

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:: 2013 11 November :: 10.00 am
:: Mood: apathetic

Veteran's Day
Every school in the country is closed, along with the majority of businesses, to honor everyone who dedicated their lives to fighting for this country and others. Is Job Corps, a FEDERAL program shut down? No, of course not! Did that stop my transportation instructor and the head of the TCU program from taking the day off? No, of course not! Could I use this as an excuse not to do anything all day? Of course I could! But I won't, miraculously, because I REALLY want to never be at Job Corps EVER again.

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:: 2013 8 November :: 12.56 pm
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: Songs playing in my head

Oh, man, oh, MAN!!! Last night, I had the strangest dream; I sailed away to China in a little rowboat to find ya, and you told me that you had to get your laundry clean! You didn't want no one to hold you; what does THAT mean? Just kidding, that was Matthew Wilder's dream. Anyway, happy Friday. We get out of school at two today, so yay! I am going shopping for tickets to see Trans-siberian Orchestra and some new clothes, if I can find them cheap enough, seeing as everything I own now sags on me. Which is AWESOME!!! I am going home to see my family for a few days around Thanksgiving. It will be nice, it's been five months since I've seen any of them, and I can get away from this dysfunctional environment. Then, for Christmas break, I am going home with Tyler and I get to meet his parents, brother and sister, friends, and other assorted relations. I am very much looking forward to that. Have a good weekend!

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:: 2013 1 November :: 2.45 pm
:: Mood: amused

Fuck Off Friday
I think this has been the least productive day I have ever spent in TCU. I did absolutely nothing to contribute to my progress. What I did do, however, was look up a bunch of gifts I'd like to get Tyler and calculate the cost, find out random factoids I can tell him he's wrong about, design a tattoo we are both planning to get, eat some candy, and make a make-shift tape measure out of paper. Hellz yeah. Considering that this day of the week is Fuck Off Friday, I think I've done extremely good work!

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:: 2013 31 October :: 9.55 am
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: Marable's Playlist

Oh, Mr. Powell:

I go to his office: Could I please have one of those folders?

Him: Absolutely. No problem.

Me: Thank you.

Him: What do you need it for?

Me: *stares at blankly* ...To put papers in.

And on that note, Oh, Tyler:

Him: Honey, I have to go.

Me: I know.

We hug and kiss.

Him: Oh, and here's a paperclip. *attaches giant-ass paperclip to my shirt* Be careful with that; I need it back.

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:: 2013 30 October :: 12.14 pm
:: Mood: amused

Job Corps
People on their first "round" of Job Corps say, "Boo TCU! They think they're better than everyone else!" That's because at this point we are at Job Corps by choice and actually worked to be where we are. In my opinion, being biligerent, immature, and degrading yourself to the level of street scum proves that you are not as good as I am, TCU or not. Who wouldn't want to be better than that?

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:: 2013 29 October :: 2.19 pm

Haha, oh yeah, and the stupid way people word things, like, "Oh, paper cuts are the worst." I get the point, but I'm pretty sure getting shot or having a limb amputated is more traumatic than a paper cut.

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:: 2013 29 October :: 2.00 pm
:: Mood: Oh, Christ

Evaluations are going on in TCU right now and they are ripping some poor fucker apart in there. "WHY. AREN'T. YOU. WORKING? You're not doing anything! If I'm not on your ass...How old are you? Twenty-one years old and you've never had a job..." I recognize that this is TCU's "tough love" stance on things, but God damn. Which actually leads into the next thing I want to bitch about quite nicely. The new instructor (who I don't really have to deal with much because I am not in class anymore) is apparently incredibly lazy. Let me point out, first of all, that she can call me in "my" office and often does, apparently accidentally as she hangs up after the first ring. But on Friday, she sent a student out of the classroom to ask me to go see her. When I got there, she asked me to get her her lunch box out of the refridgerator. She sent someone to get me so she could send me to get her lunch box. Because she didn't want to walk the 100 or so feet and get it herself. I hate people.

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:: 2013 29 October :: 12.35 pm
:: Mood: aggravated

My Life Hurts
I had an amazing weekend. It was one of the best weekends of my life. As a matter of fact, it was actually too good. I hate being back here. I want to snap. Service with a motherfucking smile! That's what I need to remember. However, if one more snooty-ass bitch thinks either that I am going to wait for her to get her utensils before I get in the lunch line or that she is going to slink her way back in front of me after getting her utensils, I am going to give her a piece of my mind. I am quiet and yes, typically easy to walk all over, but everyone has a breaking point and I am fast approaching mine. The last barrier I have to break down is actually standing up for myself. Preferably by verbalizing my feelings instead of keeping them bottled up and then throwing hot water on these dumb, ghetto, ratchet cunts. Males, females, everyone has something to prove, how big and bad they are, how they should be listened to and respected, how they will do shit that's more fucked up and intimidating than the next person, so everyone had just better watch out. If they had any merit or value at all, they wouldn't feel the need to prove anything. It is all an image. When I am done here and Tyler is done doing whatever the fuck he just has to do in this area specifically, we are moving so far away. Perhaps to any area where there are miles between the houses. Or at least to an area where we are amongst people like us.

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:: 2013 25 October :: 12.48 pm
:: Mood: amused

I love those funny feeling-like-a-complete-dumb-ass moments I sometimes have, like when I was wondering to myself, "Where did the Texas Chainsaw Massacre happen again?" I really couldn't remember. About ten minutes later it occurred to me, "....Oh yeah...TEXAS Chainsaw"

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:: 2013 24 October :: 9.47 am
:: Mood: blah

That crushing disappointment you feel when you've been thinking it's Friday and realize it's only Thursday. ~sigh~

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:: 2013 18 October :: 3.11 pm
:: Mood: Glad it's Friday

Sometimes I feel like I'm at the corner of "God, You Suck" and "Get a Fucking Life." Service with a motherfucking smile!

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