Joe Joe NoNo

Growing up i could never understand why my dad doesn't like sloppy Joes. As far as i was concerned he was crazy. Sloppy Joes are one of the greatest foods ever!!!!!! they're fast and easy to make, delicously messy, and i can eat three in one sitting. Yet he refused to eat them. He would always talk about how coming from New York he didn't know what they were and when he did try them they were too sweet. Today I discovered something, all sloppy joes are not created equal. Especially when they come from a cafeteria. Today my joe was not rich, red, and hearty but rather a light brown runny substance on a hardening bun. It didn't have a slightly sweet flavor; instead it was like there was a spoonful of sugar in my meat.The taste is still lingering in my mouth. This is apparently what my father was given as a young boy from a foreign state. Poor dear.

catch up

Since it's been about a week since my last post i figure i'll just do a rundown of the highlights and lowlights of the week

Monday:

• Drama Club!
• Get taken aside by drama club president for making faces when he mentions someones name (how do i explain that the things going on inside my head have nothing to do with the real world and therefore my facial expressions rarely coincide with whatever i'm supposed to be paying attention to?)

Tuesday:

• Surprise Bio exam covering all the topics i haven't really payed attention to
• was Minnie Mouse in the dating game in improv

Wednesday:

• History exam where my teacher kindly enough started repeating questions. Super easy
• Paranormal activity with Ang and Cess
• Movie-not scary
• getting the lights and screen in the auditorium turned off when you go back to get the purse you left- very scary
• and also my "friends" took off and left me in said auditorium to die

Thursday:

• Got a C on surprise bio quiz
• Extreme Shopping stunt double with Sharina in improv
• Customer passed out and began puking at work
• guess who got picked to clean it up
• A bunch of firemen showed up to take him away
  
• A bunch a police showed up and began arresting a man right in the courtyard of the job. Had guns drawn and everything. Of course this is when i giant mob of customers happened to be leaving and were then yelled at to remain inside the building.
• Didn't get off work until 2 am

Friday:

• Made brownies for the coworkers
• longest day at work ever!
• had to work with a bunch of newbs that don't know how to do anything

Saturday:

• Upon waking up was informed of the fact that since i've neglected to clean her litter box my cat had retaliated by pooing in the bathtub. Went to clean it and could not possibly describe the horrors i found there.
• cleaned that and watched the office

I'd say a pretty average week

computer screen overload

Ever since i started this blog i've been spending an excessive amount of time online. I've checked my myspace more times today than i did in the month of July. I'm beginning to think it's an unhealthy hobby. I used to go to sleep by ten on school nights (if i'm not working) now i'm on this darn comp trying to get an entry in before midnight lest i skip a day. i think i should go outside and feel the fresh air. Only it's 1159 and i haven't the time

And the winner is

i have a new #1 REALLY?1! moment. my dad just now woke up my little brother to go on a man hunt for my older brother. It is 1:13 am!!

Really?!

Life is full of odd and unexpected happenings. Sometimes these moments are funny. Sometimes not so much. While sometimes all you can really do is pause, take a second, and declare REALLY?!

So here they are, some "really?" moments of my week.

5. So this guy(yeah yeah i know...) is texting me a couple weeks ago and randomly stops mid conversation. I'm like, whatever, it happens. Then the next day i text him and he doesn't text back. I decide to drop it and he decides to late night text me two weeks later....ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah right.

4. Little sister + blow dryer (see earlier blog)

3. Dryer ate my underwear....

2. Family trip to great America...nuff said? Not quite yet. I live about an hour and a half away from the park and about fifteen minutes before we get there my dad gets a phone call. It's work, who just so happened to give us our tickets to the park. Turns out there's some kind of emergency in some other city. So my dad gets to the park, drops us off, heads right back home, and takes the lunch that was in the trunk with him.

1. And finally, it's Friday night and i'm at home minding my own business when i get a text asking if i'm me. i say yeah and ask who this number is. I don't get an answer and later go to sleep. I then get woken up by angry texts from a co-worker giving me crap about over stocking the freaking cabinets and how i should "know better". Now, this is a bad enough thing to wake up to only lets add the facts that:

1. I hate those cabinets and avoid stocking them when i don't have to
2. cabinets were full when i got to work that morning and therefore i did not have to
   
3. I was not even scheduled stock
4. i did not even touch the things except to take stuff out
5. and oh yeah I DID NOT GIVE YOU MY FREAKING NUMBER SO WHY ARE YOU TEXTING ME AT ELEVEN O'CLOCK AT NIGHT?!!!!
   

,mmmmmmmhmmmmmm

tongue-tied

I've realized that i'm a horrible conversationalist. Don't get me wrong, i love talking. I could talk all day, and even continue to do so in my sleep. On the flip side, i can listen too. I'll let you get your story out while refraining to interject with my own stuff. The problem comes in when the talking has to go back and forth. You know when one person says something, and another says something back and so on and so forth for long periods of time. Yup, good ol' human communication. Just does not work out well. If i don't know what to say i just won't say anything; which is why to some i'm the loud giggling girl and to others i'm that odd silent girl in class. Only 99% of the time i do want to say something. Anything.

attempted murder

Sleeping in the same bed as a 6 year old can be a very difficult thing. Especially if she's my little sister Nya. For one, she has this really really high pitched voice. I know i know, i'm one to talk, but this is different. Sometimes she hits notes that only animals can hear. She also if very touchy. Again, something that i am guilty of, but there's a difference between sleeping right next to person and sleeping on a person. Seriously, she starts with the leg then moves her whole body on top of yours. She then proceeds to breath in your face and keep talking directly in your ear. So last night, after about an hour of trying i finally fell asleep. It was about this time when precious Nya decided to wake me up to ask me if i like the show Yo Gaba Gabe. Now, half asleep me is not nearly as rational as fully awake me, and i vaguely remember yelling "WHAT THE HECK NYA! I WAS ASLEEP! WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU WAKE ME UP TO ASK ME IF I LIKED YO GABA GABA!!" i then rolled her off of me and pushed her to the other side of king size bed where she stayed the rest of the night. Remembering myself, i then added "i've never seen you gaba gaba, so i don't know if i like it"

This morning Nya seemed normal. I figured last night's incident was forgotten. But just in case i made her mickey mouse pancakes complete with facial features. As usual she followed me around the house all morning and into the bathroom when i was doing my hair. As i blowdried she stood back and watched and then did just the darnest thing

She let the blow-dryer cord fall into the sink and turned the water on

oh dear

If riding the bus is your regular mode of transportation, you meet a lot of people. Some people are pretty cool(though these are usually the ones you see only once or twice). There are also the crazies that of course are on your bus every single day. You know when they are going to get on, where they're going to sit, and sometimes how bad they're going to smell. Crazy or not, however, they're not really bad people. In fact, they can be quite entertaining. The ones you have to look out for are the creepies. These are the people that stare, ask for your name, and probably at some point ask you out. Now of course you want to stay away from these people, but the problem is you never know when they are going to show up. It's like they randomly decide to take the bus sometimes and there you are sitting next to the only available seat. It's these people that make you want to get off the bus three stops away from the one you're supposed to just to make sure they don't figure out where you live.

Since i do have a car(but not a license) i don't take the bus on a regular basis. Today i did take it home from school and while i got ready to get off an older man in the black hoodie called out from the back "See you later Ms. Brenden, we miss seeing you around"

I don't know who this guy is, but apparently he knows where i work.

Today

Today it's raining. this means a great number of things:

1. i should go back to sleep
2. at some point i'll end up barefoot in the street
   
3. it's a good time for a creamsicle
4. it's a good thing i put some plastic over the car window that refuses to roll up
5. flat ironing my hair was a bad idea
   

Ever get the feeling

That i'm stalking you?
Like in class i'm watching you?

yeah...i probably am.

Well watching at least. Some people just fascinate me. Doesn't mean i have a crush on you. Doesn't mean i even like you. You are simply my subject to study for the day.

Or maybe you just have a really interesting face.

Don't worry, something more interesting than you will catch my eye and for a moment you'll be back to being the only person that knows you even exist.

Oh Customers

how do i hate thee?
Let me count the ways:

• You all herd into one long line like cattle instead of splitting up into the 5 other open lines.
• You then proceed to get angry that you are in a long line that wouldn't exist if it weren't for you
• You stare at the menu's for a good five minutes before you come up to me and have no idea what you want to eat
• When i offer you an upgrade to the large refillable soda you quickly refuse with the self satisfaction that you were not persuaded by my tricks. A half hour later you return and ask for a refill for you medium soda. We've already covered this. fifty cents more for a large refillable soda or 4.75 more for a whole new soda because mediums ARE NOT refillable.
  
• if you are pregnant and grumpy you then proceed to through said medium at my head.
• For some odd reason you think you are always right. you're not
• You are incapable of figuring out how to use automatic paper towel dispensers and insist they have run out when they've just been changed.
  
• You pay with two twenties for something that costs $20.5
• Even if you are a girl, you miss the toilet
• You think we can't tell when you've pulled something out of the garbage. You're gross, and one day I'm going to tell your girlfriend that you've sent to find seats that you're feeding her out of containers that you've gone dumpster diving for
  
• The more you smell the less you adhere to my personal bubble
• if you're a guy you think i'm hitting on you and/or that you have the right to hit on me. If you're a girl you think i'm hitting on you're man. Please just take you're food, give me my money and get out of line so that i can quickly forget that you even exist
  
• You let your kids carry the items you know you are going to spill
• You seem to think that when you get a refill that you don't have to stand in line. And when you are not paid attention to because i'm with another customer(one that knows the line rule) you bang your items on the counter to get attention.
• If it weren't for you i wouldn't have a job, i wouldn't have money and therefore would not have Internet access to be even posting this.

argh!

So last night i wanted to go see the movie zombieland. Since i couldn't get a hold of anybody i thought might be really interested in the movie i opted to bring my little brother. He opted to bring his girlfriend. They came matching. If this doesn't make you feel like the odd one out in your own outing then add the fact that once we get there the place is swarming with their little high school buddies. Number one thought in my mind that night "someone shoot me"

happy saturday


Zombieland: Great movie

Day 1

So here's the start of the new hobby. Writing down thoughts and feelings for the whole world to read. This whole world of course being you and me.