I have not posted in like a million years, so I thought I would because I am insanely bored. So... yeah... my life is about the same as it has always been.

I recently decided that I would not do anything during the summer except watch chick flicks and eat incessantly. And listen to depressing music. But that is cool. It is a good way to live. Everyone should live like me. I am just so happy.

Doesn't this guy's head totally look like a shovel? Look at the shovel and then his head. He has a serious case of teh shovel. Turn the shovel upside down and there is his head.

Yep. Shovel.

I am not a political person in any right, but this is pretty funny. I just like the idea of one of those. HELLA funny. Heh, I said hella. I'm so witty.

I am an incredibly sad, as in pathetic, individual. The whole time I was at work today, when I wasn't bitching about how much my feet hurt in my head, I was contemplating how I would have no time for boys when school starts because I had to keep up on my studies and get into Yale. Seriously, I'm incredibly sad. Especially because on the way home, I revealed to myself that I miss the guy that I don't ever want to see because of awkwardness. I won't shed the details, but they are pretty gruesome, as in pathetic again.

I need a life above college. God, when I was driving home I got really sad because I asked myself what I would do if I didn't get accepted to any of the colleges that I wanted. I suck.

So... yeah... I hate my job. I guess it's because it is my first job, but I still hate it. I hate having to ring people up with their cheap ass clothes, and I hate having to hear their stories or feel their aggravated gaze when I am too slow. I'm going as fast as I god damn can, people! What else do you want from me? I not only have to clean up after you when you mess up all the clothes and leave other clothes in the fitting rooms, ring you up and have to endure your scrutiny because something wasn't on sale, but you want me to put all of your crap in a bag at the speed of light? Do you want me to press the stuff too? Oh, and don't make fun of me saying I "depend too much on the cash register" and my generation "need calculaters to figure things out" when I hesitated with the extra change you gave me because I ALREADY RANG UP YOUR TACKY CRAP AND PUT IN HOW MUCH MONEY YOU GAVE ME SO I THOUGHT I WOULD GET IN TROUBLE IF I GAVE YOU MORE THAN I PUT IN! For god sake people, I work at a major store chain, and I can't go around giving you extra money because oh, you found that dime! Sure, I'm kind of stupid and mess up quite a bit, but this is my second week of work. I am still a human being who makes mistakes, a hot human being, but a human being all the same.

I tend to like my coworkers, but the guy I worked with today disappeared for four hours, which was his whole shift. He didn't come back to the register at all. It pissed me the hell off. I couldn't do anything because I had to ring everyone up. Hey, middle aged creepy guy, you were assigned to the register, not dawdling around for four hours on the other end of the store. So, since I was pissed off, I decided to mumble under my breath about how much I hated him, my love for housewares guy and the drama senior I've loved since last year, how I wanted to burn down my place of work, how I wanted to kill all the people who messed up the clothes, and other things and I didn't go to do recovery (which I think means the store is "recovering" from the "stupid moron customers who can't fold properly or put anything back in the right place" or something like that)where my coworker for the day had been dawdling for hours on end. DO YOUR JOB, YOU PIECE OF CRAP! Yeah, I also decided to hide the stuff that I didn't know where it went. I've become quite good at that because I don't know where anything goes. Off course, that makes me just as bad as a customer, but at least the stuff looks alike. Plus, someone must know where the stuff goes and they will put it in the right place. I've already become apathetic about the place and it is my second week. Not a good sign.

I spent about an hour thinking of stuff I should buy and calculating out how much money I should put in my savings account and how much I will spend on cool stuff, including not cheap clothes, cds cooler than the videos playing none stop at work, books to make me even more superior to the morons who I both serve and work with, and accelerants to burn the place down when I get a job at Borders. Why can't I work at Borders? I love it oh so much. I know all about books! Books are my absolute life! I can find something in that store faster than I ever could in Penneys, where I work. I found a book for my friend in less than five minutes because it was right by where I have looked countless times for something written by T.S. Eliot, which I never find because he didn't write novels and none of his plays are there. I know the place almost inside and out. I love books. I thought I loved clothes too, but I've found that I am more fond of the intellectual persuit.

Is it strange that I have been thinking about when, like it is imminent even though we all know it's not, that I get accepted to Yale? Even though I hate my job, I imagine me getting accepted and writing on my hand every day I go in and telling everyone who will listen, "I am getting out of this hell hole because I am going to Yale!" I will probably also tell off all of the girls that have kids (almost all of them do and they are my fucking age, which makes me sick to my stomach because my life is centered around getting into a good college and these people are talking about their kids? If they do go to college, it is the community college. Oh yeah, you have a real future there with your GED and baby at 17) because I so want to. I want to act superior and have proof that I am. Apparently, my amazing beauty just isn't enough for these people. Of course, they probably won't even know what Yale is. I think it would be funny to walk in with a Yale sweatshirt and wearing it throughout work. If people ask, I'll be like, "Oh yeah, I am going to Yale, full ride. Do you want more trashy for you today?" Of course, I will probably be fired, but by that time I will not care. I will be too busy rejoicing.

That there paragraph was the most pretentious and delusional paragraph I have ever written. God, I suck. All I ever do is whine, complain, threaten to start things on fire, and/or create fantasy worlds where I am offered a full ride scholarship to the college of my choice. I suck. A lot. But not as much as my job! Haha!

So, big news today. I got a job... last week! I'm so great at this whole updating-when-something-actually-kind-of-interesting-happens thing. I'm absolutely amazing at it. I also *just* saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. LOVED IT! I can tell you that People is a freaking moron because the movie was great. It's probably because they liked the original movie though. I liked the original movie too, but it is not going to be the same thing. It was about the book, not the movie. I haven't personally read the book, but from what I have heard, it was much different from Wilder version. That's completely all right. Oh wait, no it's not. IF YOU MAKE A MOVIE ABOUT A BOOK, HOW ABOUT YOU GET STUFF RIGHT AND NOT ADD STUPID SHIT IN! THANKS! Yeah, I'm sure that I am a total hypocrite because Charlie probably is also much different. I don't know because I haven't read any Dahl books since The BFG, and that was when I was in third grade or something. Yeah, I suck. You should already know that from the rest of my journal.

On a lighter note, I have guessed the plot of the next Harry Potter, coming out tomorrow, or today I guess, when I'm working, and I strangely am not clawing my eyes out because I can't read the book OMG RIGHT AWAY! Seriously, it's a book. I like the books and everything, but I can wait a couple days before reading it. Them things are expensive. Anyway, plot. So, The Lion King came out about 1995, right? And, apparently as I learned from a friend that will remain unnamed because she is a crazy Harry Potter freak, Harry was supposed to be born in 1980, so at 16, it would be around the time said movie came out. So, Harry sees it and his life is OMG CHANGED, and he buys the soundtrack. At school he's singing "Can you feel the love tonight" and starting an Elton John fan club because he loves the thing so much, then he resolves that he wants to kill Voldemort in a slow motion battle with fire all around and hyenas (spelling?) all around laughing and all that jazz. Oh, and the half-blood prince? Totally Elton John! Elton John is actually a wizard, and he opens everyone at Hogwarts eyes to be more tolerant of muggles and homosexuality. Someone turns out to be gay, you know the twist, and everything is just great. Then Elton John leaves to go to the Oscars or something, and he is sorely missed. Moral of this book: see Lion King and buy the soundtrack, and Elton John will too teach at your school.

J.K. Rowling is going to be pissed that I blew the whole story. I predict book seven, Voldemort will be wooed into becoming not evil by "Rocket Man."

I don't know if everyone knows this, but Lowe's sucks. Everyone is walking slow and staring around lost. Too big, too complex, and much to boring to be a good place to spend my time. I need some friends because I am insanely bored right now. Also, are there any good movies coming out next week? I don't even know if there is. I am lost, scared, and a little bit hungry.

I want an Iron Chef icon too. Not that lame Iron Chef America, but the original Iron Chef. I also want a Iron and Wine CD. Too bad I couldn't remember that. I'm pretty stupid, yep.

Batman Begins = teh best Batman EVAH!

And better than Batman and Robin! Of course, as my sister says, everything is better than Batman and Robin so... yeah.

Chips found in place of woman's ashes.

Funny, funny stuff.

Yay for summer! I feel like crap right now but yay none the less! On Monday I will be bored out of my mind, but at least I won't have to be at school being bored out of my mind.

I am now the owner of a 1948 High School Library used copy of Dante's The Divine Comedy. This excites me and makes me incredibly happy! Not really sure why, but I did want to read it and it was free and it is now mine, so I am incredibly happy! Yay! There are pictures and everything! The binding was falling off though and I tried to fix it so now the book is all lopsided inside the cover, but I am still happy it is mine! So, so happy. Ok, not quite that happy.

The drama banquet is Friday. I'm excited. I'm not excited for the finals tomorrow (especially tomorrow) and Friday but at least I get a banquet. And a free book.

On a bad not though, I am filled with misery about my PE class. We had to walk the mile in 16 minutes and I totally did it, but my teacher was telling all these people they had to do another one and these people were in front of me so I figured, hey, I need to do another one. Except that made it more than a mile so I didn't get in in time. That means I fail. I didn't complain because that is not my nature, but I am distressed by this.

Oh well, I am happy today.

I went to Disneyland and you didn't! Well, maybe you did, but I didn't see you there and I don't care about you... unless you're doctorzbornak, in which case I still don't care about you but I did see you there. I don't feel like using proper punctuation today, so sue me.

Anyway here is pictures of our trip... which is mostly a lot of pictures of me. I'm sorry about my ugliness, but I can't do anything about it.

Nothing else to report except Ren Faires are strange.

The End

p.s. the sun is thinking about cookies! Heh! He's hungry, you see... cookies... he's thinking about... whatever.

I am posting. Yay! I don't feel real great right now, but I got my parking spot back from my dad by moving his dumbass car out of the god damn way so I'm happy about that.

marquis_grissom is awesome and you should friend him right now.

Boy howdy! I sho' is sick. I can not breathe out of my nose almost at all. Tis sucky, I know.

On another note, Myspace sucks. Everyone at my school who uses it (except for me, of course) sucks too. My school especially thinks it sucks because the students are morons and take pictures of themselves naked holding beers. Did I mention these said students are in leadership? All I have to say is:

HA!!!!

Unfortunately, this means that I can't post stupid, made up stuff anymore on it. The school apparently won't like it if they look at my page, and find I'm 'addicted' to crack. Yeah... it was a funny joke at the time I posted about it. Apparently, a little word called privacy means nothing to these people. There's some argument to it but I have no idea what it was at the moment. I can't think because I am mucho sick. It sucks.

Anyway, I have decided that music cliques are stupid. For punk people, no one can be punk enough. For indie people, no one can be indie enough. I have decided that I will like the music I like instead of focusing on indie cred, like I ever did that before anyway. But... yeah. Cliques are weird.

The End.

So... this has been a weird weekend so far. My mom and doctorzbornak went to San Francisco to a Giants game so that left me and my dad at home and my grandma care-giver-less. So, since I am seriously the nicest person in the world who is totally unselfish and cares only about the needs of others (sarcasm anyone?), I offered to feed my 80 year-old grandmother and I didn't kill my father. Yes, my bleeding heart was sure bleeding.

Anyway, I can keep the guilt trip going for a little while longer on my mom, if I try hard enough. doctorzbornak is sick. I got a rad pirate shirt brought to me from San Fran. Unfortunately, I didn't see my drama geek future boyfriend at Starbucks, where he works, when I went there solely to see him. Sure, I would have just stood there saying absolutely nothing and avoiding his eyes, but it would have still been rad.

Also, zbornak got a digital camera, so I might be able to put on pictures of my ugly self. I'll simply steal her camera and act like I don't know where it is. Just kidding.

OR AM I?????

See next week when the lobsters attack Joe Schmoe and Michael Jackson!

I may have a job as of tomorrow at five! Sure, I'll have to quit in, oh, three months, but, hey, money is money. Now I can go places and go shopping and buy more food than I need and have money... wow, that wasn't a total run-on sentence or anything. Anyway, yeah, excitingness.

I'm wasting time instead of doing my sucky Stalin report that's due tomorrow. I don't want to do it at all. I hate myself for not doing it last weekend when I felt like it. God damn.

I need to think of something to write so that I can act like what I'm doing is more important than the dumb report.

Anybody got any ideas?