*Yawn*
I know I've said this to random people for random reasons a million times... but man I love Vitamin Water! It's so yummy. Yup.
Anywho, so Kai and TJ are at the Starting Line concert and I'm strongly wishing I could've gone. They tried to call but all I could hear was muffled static with the occassional hint of the lead singer... so that's no good, but I appreciated the effort! Today at school all these sophomore girls were wearing their little black, pink writinged Starting Line shirts and I was so jealous, haha, but I just wanted to ask them all how long they've known about Starting Line. I bet you I beat them all, thanks to the influence of some other hard core fans 2 years back... so yeah, frustrating. Oh well.
I'm having a blast here anyway... wait'll you hear how I spent my night in this wondrous world of A-town. Worked, which was fine until the last half hour. I was supposed to be out at 9 but by 9:10 there were no managers nearby except for one who gravely pissed me off. Two were just walking around the store having a good old time while the lines grew about 5 people deep for me and the only other cashier that was on. Meanwhile, at 9:05 one of the CSR reps decided that he was going to talk to his friend on his fricking cell phone for about ten minutes. So he stood talking, hiding just far enough into the aisle so that the people in line wouldn't see him and give him dirty looks. Wow, looks like you're sure following through on the customer service so valuable to our F******* quality. Hey, all those stars almost make it look like I was saying a bad word... whoops. Yeah so I stayed on until finally just being told to leave by one of the wandering managers at like 9:20. In the big scheme of things no big deal, so they had to pay me a little more than I thought they would, nothing to complain about there... I was just so mad at the dang cell phone genius move. Idiot. (Napoleon!!)
And to top this all off and make the night even more upbeat and fun, I have spent the past half hour reading up on one John Wayne Gacy Jr. Quick history lesson in case you don't know much about him - in the early 70's, this serial killer brutally raped and murdered over thirty young men in the Chicago area. Unfortunately, after clicking on a little Yahoo! link about why so many people are afraid of clowns, his name appeared in the article and I got curious enough to click on it. (He apparently volunteered as a clown in children's hospitals even while he was doing these awful things). From there I read his entire life story. 'Twas not light reading. I cannot conceive the mere image of a man so twisted as to do what he did. It brought me deep sadness, and served as further evidence of how little I've been exposed to the evils of this world.
On that lovely thought... off to bed. Wow, this approaching weekend resembles a psychological marathon... one thing after another after another... "on and on, does anybody know what we are living for?" Meh it pays off in the end. It merely makes you stronger, plus it's my own fault that I have so much English to do, in some ways. Still, it makes me laugh to think about if all of our lives were commentated like sports... annnnnd she's off. Can she finish out strong? We shall see.
"For lack of better words to say all I said was goodnight."
Anywho, so Kai and TJ are at the Starting Line concert and I'm strongly wishing I could've gone. They tried to call but all I could hear was muffled static with the occassional hint of the lead singer... so that's no good, but I appreciated the effort! Today at school all these sophomore girls were wearing their little black, pink writinged Starting Line shirts and I was so jealous, haha, but I just wanted to ask them all how long they've known about Starting Line. I bet you I beat them all, thanks to the influence of some other hard core fans 2 years back... so yeah, frustrating. Oh well.
I'm having a blast here anyway... wait'll you hear how I spent my night in this wondrous world of A-town. Worked, which was fine until the last half hour. I was supposed to be out at 9 but by 9:10 there were no managers nearby except for one who gravely pissed me off. Two were just walking around the store having a good old time while the lines grew about 5 people deep for me and the only other cashier that was on. Meanwhile, at 9:05 one of the CSR reps decided that he was going to talk to his friend on his fricking cell phone for about ten minutes. So he stood talking, hiding just far enough into the aisle so that the people in line wouldn't see him and give him dirty looks. Wow, looks like you're sure following through on the customer service so valuable to our F******* quality. Hey, all those stars almost make it look like I was saying a bad word... whoops. Yeah so I stayed on until finally just being told to leave by one of the wandering managers at like 9:20. In the big scheme of things no big deal, so they had to pay me a little more than I thought they would, nothing to complain about there... I was just so mad at the dang cell phone genius move. Idiot. (Napoleon!!)
And to top this all off and make the night even more upbeat and fun, I have spent the past half hour reading up on one John Wayne Gacy Jr. Quick history lesson in case you don't know much about him - in the early 70's, this serial killer brutally raped and murdered over thirty young men in the Chicago area. Unfortunately, after clicking on a little Yahoo! link about why so many people are afraid of clowns, his name appeared in the article and I got curious enough to click on it. (He apparently volunteered as a clown in children's hospitals even while he was doing these awful things). From there I read his entire life story. 'Twas not light reading. I cannot conceive the mere image of a man so twisted as to do what he did. It brought me deep sadness, and served as further evidence of how little I've been exposed to the evils of this world.
On that lovely thought... off to bed. Wow, this approaching weekend resembles a psychological marathon... one thing after another after another... "on and on, does anybody know what we are living for?" Meh it pays off in the end. It merely makes you stronger, plus it's my own fault that I have so much English to do, in some ways. Still, it makes me laugh to think about if all of our lives were commentated like sports... annnnnd she's off. Can she finish out strong? We shall see.
"For lack of better words to say all I said was goodnight."
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