From Krysta:

http://community.livejournal.com/mspaint_lolz/32606.html

Best. Ever.

I should be working, but I'm not. There's nothing to do. And ya know what? I honestly don't care anymore. I have only six more scheduled days, and then I don't even know if I have a job anymore. Yep... the 15th is the last day for many of us. The 30th is the last day for nearly the rest of us. Me? No clue. Don't care, honestly, either. I'm pretty much over this job... or more, over working with the boss. He's turned into a real jackass. He seriously finds reasons to argue.

I should write about my dream, but I found that it still frightens me. Perhaps if I get it out in story form, it'll be okay. That way it isn't ME, and I don't believe in it... and it's easier.

Stupid ghosts.

Anyway. Maybe I'll get a job at the zoo as a mammal keeper. ::light shrug:: I need a job that is more exciting, and that I move around more. This one ... I just don't move. Tomorrow, damnit, I'm bringing my laptop. I'm playing Zoo Tycoon or writing in the back room. I don't want to work. Someone else can take the initiative and make an inventory of the crap this lab has. Someone else can update the queue. I did two extra projects today alone and handed the boss some hard copy of something that he wanted. I don't wanna do more.

So very much over it. I knew I didn't want to be a researcher. ::light shrug:: But it gets the bills paid.

...honestly. I wouldn't mind the job if the boss just wasn't a jackass. I know that's a repeat... but I always seem to come back to that! Today he decided to interrupt my conversation that I was having with another coworker. Because the boss didn't hear of this information I mentioned... I was thinking, "Well... now you know why I didn't ask *you*! Shut up, let me get my answer, and let me work. I don't need your sarcastic remarks, and I don't need you accusing me of blaming someone else for this or that!"

...oy. I'm angry. I'm so angry it's gotten me into another depressed mode. I hate this feeling.

Time for a job change, heh. Too bad no other will pay as well as this. And it'll be difficult to find one. meh. Two hours and fifteen minutes left in this shift.

Happy Birthday

jimu!!!

Hope you have a good birthday!

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the Nyxie! aka (nyxgoldstone)

I unfortunately won't be able to visit on my way down, but I hope you have a great birthday anyway! Love ya, Nyxie!

Come see me in San Antonio!

TODAY IS THE DAY! 

I soooooo ate it.

Bet y'all haven't heard that in a while, huh? So, I just got back from roller blading. I ate it haaard. It suuucked.

I was roller blading around Pacifica, as I often times like to do (since it's different from walking, and far more fun). Linda Mar Blvd, right at the Dairy, just before going up the hill towards the fire station... right after I crossed the street, just before coming to the entrance of the Adobe, my roller blades found a stick about a nickel's diameter thick. Needless to say that successfully stopped my skates, and I flew forwards.

I was wearing wrist guards, and I was wearing a helmet. I never go skating without them. Now I'm glad for that. Knee pads? Nah. The knee pads my mom got me were too small (apparently my legs are thicker than my wrists... who'da thunk it, eh?).

My hands hit the ground first, followed shortly after by my right knee, and lastly my face. My face, however, did not hit the cement (yay!). Instead, my face went smack into my right hand. Only a few cars saw it, so my dignity is in tact.

Injuries!   My hands/wrists are perfectly fine. I have a single toothpick prick of a scrape just between my first two knuckles on my right hand. My knee has a scrape the size of a quarter, and has already swollen to attempt to mimic the size of a golfball. I must say, it's doing a marvelous job at imitation. My face is fine. I might have a bit of a fat lip, but as of yet, I can't see anything wrong. It doesn't even hurt anymore. My left wrist guard is pretty well banged up. I find it amusing that I caught myself with my left wrist instead of my right. Though, looking at the injuries, and the scrapes, it sure as hell looks as though I fell towards my right side. I do know how to fall without seriously injuring myself most times.

So yep! I have battle scars! Or at least one. Huzzah.

And yes. Yes, I got up, and bladed the rest of the way home. And yes. Yes, Shawna, I did put ice on my leg, and do the entire elevate thing. :-P

As a warning, this is going to be a totally selfish congrats to me sort of post. If that bothers any of you, I suggest you stop reading now. If, however, you'd love to know what the hell ever got me into such a mood to congratulate myself (which all my friends know is rare), then by all means! Continue! Continue to read, my friend! 





Go Me!

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DINKY IS ALIVE!!!!!!

July 2nd was the last day Shawna - and everyone else - ever saw Dinky Dude. The little turtle we all decided we loved, because it was so dang small, and adorable (for a turtle). Most of us were upset, most of us were sad, and everyone was confused as to how it was possible the turtle got lost. But lost it did get... and after a week, we decided it was dead.

We were wrong.

Sue called me today. Sue is Russell's mom. Russ is my next door neighbor. (therefore, so is Sue, yeah yeah yeah) 

"Did you guys lose a turtle?"
"Um... recently? Not that I'm aware of... why?"
"Because, we found a turtle in our back yard."
"You...what? Alive?"
"Yep. He's alive."
"Oh my god. Is it Dinky?"

I went to check. Sure enough, it was Dinky Dude. Russell showed me... and as he did so, he was like, "It's Dinky."

I am shocked. That little turtle is tougher than I thought! Go Dinky!!! Props for figuring out how to survive in harsh conditions. I still say we ship 'em off to Dallas, and let 'em live in my uncle's pond. Hell. If Dinky survived in THIS weather... Dallas would be heaven for him.

 My mom doesn't have a car now.

Why? Because my brother got into an accident.

At around 6 in the morning, he knocks on my door, asking for my keys so he could move my car. Mom was going to let him use her car to drive to work. My keys (thankfully) were right there on the desk. He moved my car, and headed to work. At 6:30, the phone rings. I wake up, because the phone is loud, and whatnot.

Mom answered it.

It's David. He apparently hit a puddle going down Fassler, and spun out. He hit a car that was going up. No, I think he hit a truck. I don't all together know. All I know is that it was 8am until I got back to sleep. Did I mention that I work at noon today? Oh, right. And I went to sleep at 1, thinking I'd get enough sleep. Now I'm stuck trying to help my mom figure something out. She needs a rental car. Oh, and it's saturday. some of the local ones are closed.

I'm going to get ready now.

::giggles happily:: So amused!!!

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but good gods, I hate those damn Kappa things in Titan Quest.....