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(Poke a sleeping dragon!) [26 Aug 2003|02:48pm] [ mood | awake ] [ music | Sixpence None the Richer, "Don't Dream It's Over" ] ( Schedule for this Week ) ( School Schedule ) Went down to see Karen and Katie last night after the evil training meeting that lasted four hours. Happiness. But I got a blister from my shoes. Sadness. And I have to get the front brake pads fixed on my car before next week, which is out of my league financially by I don't know how much. Double sadness.

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) [20 Aug 2003|09:38pm] Ugh. Had a very interesting talk with my sister the other night, when we were driving over to my mom's. I think she just wants to have sex so she has an answer when her little friends ask her what she did this summer... I so love having sex talks with my younger sister.

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) *tickles* [30 Jul 2003|12:06pm] [ mood | thoughtful ] [ music | Library sounds ] Off to family vacation in two days. Well, probably more like 1 1/2... Fortunately, I did what is probably the smartest thing in my life to date by only requesting off through the 5th. Four or five days of my relatives is really all I can take. They're almost all lovely people, but still... *shudder* So I'm at the library, ready to check out enough books to last me through the vacation, trying to decide what books I should bring to freak out my semi-Fundamentalist relatives the most. Sadly, I don't think the library carries any gay erotica, or else I'd start with that... Maybe some of those Anita Blake books April's always hounding me to read, or maybe something all women's lib-ish, or something about Wiccans. Of course, smutty romances would definitely do the trick. Hrm. Decisions, decisions...

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) Boy, do I hope that was a soggy graham cracker... [28 Jul 2003|09:43am] [ music | Some of the good M*A*S*H reruns ] Yes, I'm still relatively alive. Would've been online last night, but it's been just hot enough over here that I can't sleep worth shit, so slept instead. Pissed off at work these days. When I started there, I asked for somewhere between 20 and 40 hours a week, but like ever since I requested a few days off, I've been totally punished for it. Last week, I worked 10 hours. And since we closed for cleaning Mon. night, I spent half of that cleaning out the ice-cream freezer. Ugh... And for some reason on Saturday night, I volunteered to clean out the bathrooms because there was nothing else to do. Smart move, that. Anyways. So I'm going over to Mom's house for a few days, then I work Wednesday and Thursday nights, then on Friday I'm going up north for family vacation (ugh!) for a few days, so I won't be around. Kiss kiss.

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) o/~Can't take my eyes off of you...o/~ [23 Jul 2003|12:16pm] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Fluorescent light humming ] Wow... This must be a record or something. Me and both of my sisters have had that thrice-damned song stuck in our collective heads for like a month now, and every time I stop thinking about it, one of them spontaneously bursts out into song. It's Jenny's fault, really. Dad has this songbook of wedding songs and Jenny's practicing the (also) thrice-damned Canon in D (Pachebel was a fucking sadist, I /swear/) and that song's in it too. Grumble. Although- the thought of Heath Ledger singing is pretty happy. Think I'll just focus on that for awhile... Right now I'm at the library. Still having compatibility issues with my laptop, though I'm looking through all the documentation for a loophole for Winmodems (which I think mine is) and think I might have stumbled upon something happy. Must try it out soonishly. Hope it works, or else I'll have to buy either a new modem or a semi-cheap Windows CD. And I /like/ Linux. It's really happy. But anyways, I figured the library would be my best bet for getting on the Internet for more than a half-hour at a time (90 min. limit- oh well). For when Dad's not on the computer or in his room, Jenny's up there. And I can't kick Dad off and I feel bad kicking Jenny off, 'cause I think she has some sort of special cyber relationship going on with this one guy, and I'm a romantic at heart. Honest. *beam* Hopefully, this guy'll be better than Sam. I just can't reconcile the thought of Sam dating Jenny. It makes me giggle more than usual. Work still sucks, although it picked up enough for the last week (during the Fair) that I made decent money. $100 in cash over the weekend, and I worked 20 hours. Plus there's my miniscule paycheck, so... That's pretty damn good. Sadly. The only problem was Sunday night, when I was the only person on the floor, and all these families came in from the fair, and all the kids were whiny, and there were so many of them, and at no time from 7-11 were there less than four tables on the floor. Not happy this is. But at least this week I'm starting to get punished for asking two weeks off in August. Scheduled for 11 hours. Bearing in mind that I got hired to work an average of 30 hours/week, this is not good. Come to think of it, I don't think I've had a 30-hour week since before my birthday. Grrr... Okay, enough bitching about work. And enough time spent on this 'short' update, too. Got places to go, people to see... :)

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) Interview Thingy... [16 Jul 2003|01:35am] [ mood | verbose ] [ music | Three Dog Night, "Never Been to Spain" ] Finally got around to this, from ... ( Interview! ) And let me apologize quick for not being online more this past week. I was trying to play around with making up partitions so's I could install Linux, and my hard drive crashed. Bummer. So I have to go to Mom's tomorrow and get her Windows 98 CD and try to re-install, because I kinda have Linux up and running (still have to have the boot CD, though, since LILO isn't working so much and I don't have a floppy drive) and I can't get the damn modem configured to save my life. Jenny's pissed too, because now she can't monopolize my computer anymore and has to settle for monopolizing Dad's... I'm beginning to think she has a online boyfriend or something. If so, way to go Jenny! Anyways, back to my crappy romance novel. Changed it a bit, since the old one died with my computer and I only have the first two paragraphs. But it's still happy. :)

(2 human tastes good with ketchup | Poke a sleeping dragon!) [04 Jul 2003|12:16am] OMG. I think my sister posted something on my journal last night or something... Jen: *le sigh* Yes, this means I didn't get any action last night. :)

(2 human tastes good with ketchup | Poke a sleeping dragon!) Interview! [30 Jun 2003|02:13am] [ mood | amused ] ( Interviewy goodness! )

(1 human tastes good with ketchup | Poke a sleeping dragon!) Verbal Diarrhea (meaning no paragraph hooks, among other things) [28 Jun 2003|04:38am] [ mood | awake ] [ music | Sting (the movie, not the artist) ] Why is Erin up this late? Two reasons. I have to work tomorrow night, 11 pm-7 am. Ick. That, and I want to go rummage sale-ing in the morning and it's so much easier to stay up all night than to get just a few hours' sleep. Especially when I'm still sick. I renew my vow to provide much unholy death for the lowlife who gave me a cold in the middle of the summer. That is, if I even made the vow in the first place. I don't remember. Hrm. Work isn't going so incredibly well anymore. We've been pretty slow ever since the Wendy's opened a few weeks ago. And, for some reason, the manager keeps scheduling a ridiculous number of servers to work, /and/ she keeps on hiring new people for some reason. So there are three of us on the floor during a weeknight, perhaps 10-15 tables total the whole night, half of them just the regular coffee-drinkers. So we get lousy lousy tips *grumble* I've got a few nights this pay period where I didn't even break minimum wage, which is /really/ bad. Of course, right after all the bitching about how I don't get enough money, I'll start in on how much I have right now. My huge wad of crumpled singles was enough that I had to dig my big ol' clown bank out of retirement. Of course, that doesn't seem nearly so impressive when you consider that it's almost a week's worth of cash, and it doesn't quite add up to $100. Le sigh. Dad wants to know if I want to play piano in church this year. The old accompianist converted to Catholicism, so... It'd only be a few hours a week, for choir practice and church, but I dunno. There's that whole playing in front of people schtick to worry about. Jenny and I are going to install Linux on my little laptop. This is happy, though I'm going to have to partition it so's I can still play the Sims. Then she wants to install Linux on her ugly old school computer, because she particularly thinks that Windows is the epitome of evil. And I think there's a thunderstorm outside, so I should log off soonishly, I think.

(3 human tastes good with ketchup | Poke a sleeping dragon!) [23 Jun 2003|10:26pm] [ mood | weepy ] [ music | Wimbledon on TV ] Bummed. Bought booze today, because I /can/. And I didn't even get carded. But at least I have some Skyy Blue, which is pretty happy. And- and- one of my favorite characters dies! *sobwailcry* But other than that, the book was so good, and so worth the $30... I wanna go read it again. I think I shall.

(2 human tastes good with ketchup | Poke a sleeping dragon!) [21 Jun 2003|04:09am] [ mood | awake ] [ music | All-American Rejects, "Swing Swing" ] So the fifth Harry Potter book comes out today. And because I am too lazy to drag my ass down to the nearest bookstore opening at midnight, I ordered online. Price comparable to what I could've gotten it at a bookstore, going to be delivered sometime today. In the meantime, any one of my so-called 'friends' spills anything about the book to me, there will be much carnage. Grr. Right now I'm trying to gather my thoughts together enough to figure out plot. Running game down in Beloit tomorrow, if enough people are interested. Had my plot all written out and stuff, then I decided to read my happy Victorian Age Vampire book, so am no longer nearly so confident about my plot. Apparently I'm supposed to have Gothy shit and angst and doom and stuff like that. Hrm. Work's been slow lately. Mainly because Wendy's just opened this week, and- well, I probably shouldn't be comparing my esteemed place of employment with a big ol' fast-food joint. I've still been getting between 12-15% of net sales in tips, which is pretty good, but with that, I'm just barely breaking minimum wage most of the time. We need to get more business, dammit. We did have a two-hour-long employee meeting Wednesday night, where some of the other waitresses spent almost a half-hour bitching about the prices, even after the DM clearly stated right away that he had no control whatsoever over the prices. Most of the rest of the meeting was over new policies that I already knew. Funsville. And- not even going to talk about the estimate I got on my muffler... ( To Do! )

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) *tickles* [01 Jun 2003|09:26pm] [ mood | relieved ] [ music | Mel Gibson dying on "Braveheart" ] So I lasted two days at Swiss Colony, then I quit. Turns out the smell of white chocolate makes me incredibly nauseous. And my back was killing me, and my feet were also killing me... Of course, my feet are now killing me, after two nights waitressing, but I don't mind. And that's kinda my fault. We aren't allowed to wear tennis shoes, so my other pair of black shoes I wore for 11 1/2 hours gave me blisters. I have one on my little toe that's actually bigger than the surface area of my toe. ^_~ But I don't mind, not working at Swiss Colony. I'll get to have a social life! Whee! And I won't go insane! And I like waitressing. It's fun. And drunk people are so fun to play with... :)

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) Only about 46 more nights to go... [27 May 2003|08:22am] Dear Gods. Just. Kill. Me. Now.

(3 human tastes good with ketchup | Poke a sleeping dragon!) [21 May 2003|12:43pm] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Saturday Night Live reruns ] *yawn* Very tired. You'd think it'd be easier for me to adapt to staying up all night... ^^ Although the worst problem I think might be Dad getting home in the afternoon and having expected me to have done something productive with my time. Bleh on that. I had an interview with Country Kitchen on Monday. The assistant manager stroked my ego muchly. It was /fun/. And I really want to work there, except they're looking for someone to work like 20-30 hours a week and I already have a full-time job. But I /really/ want to work there. And part of me is really up to the challenge of working two jobs during the summer. But then the other part of me is always ready to tell me that I'll probably go nuts and I won't be able to do any of the other things I wanted to do for the summer, and the first part of me rubs my fingers together in that money sign, and... So I don't know. I have to play in church on Pentecost. Clarinet. In front of everyone. And I got talked into it, I really don't want to do it. Guess that's what I get for not paying rent? ( Books! )

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) Home Alone [17 May 2003|09:48pm] [ mood | lazy ] [ music | Trading Spaces sounds ] Being like slug. Have watched TLC all day. Must admit that the main reason I watch Trading Spaces is to see the designers fighting with the homeowners. Is so fun... That's why I love Doug so much, he's an idiot and gets pissy with just about everyone. And TLC's doing a new show: Some designer-types get one week and $5000 to plan a perfect wedding, but the happy couple don't have any say in what happens. That actually sounds kinda nifty. Let the couple worry about the important shit.

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) But Baby It's Cold Outside.... *grumble* [15 May 2003|10:24pm] [ mood | mercenary ] [ music | the sound of my teeth chattering ] So my dad locked me out of the house tonight during the 10 minutes it took me to mow the terrace. I didn't bother to bring my keys out with me because I was mowing the lawn and not leaving the property and it would only take 10 minutes. Fortunately for me and my frostbite, Kelly got home 2 1/2 hours later and let me in. Maybe if I milk this for all it's worth, tell Dad how much I had to go to the bathroom, how cold it was outside, he'll feel guilty and give me money... Hrm.

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) [13 May 2003|09:54pm] Scary!!!

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) [09 May 2003|08:16am] [ mood | sleepy ] [ music | Something or another by Bach ] *yawns muchly* Gods. It's 8 in the morning, and I'm awake. After falling asleep at 2:30-ish in the fluffy green recliner that I don't think I've thanked Dad enough for buying. It's pretty damn comfortable. :) So why am I sleeping on the fluffy green recliner? Because I haven't been able to schlep my bed from Milton yet, and it looks like I can't today like scheduled, because of the weather. So it's either the fluffy green recliner or Jenny's room, and it's just too quiet in Jenny's room. Can't sleep in there. And can't find my CD player... So when Dad finds out that I have a job, but it doesn't start until May 26, he said, "So you're going to be laying around here for another two weeks?" I feel so special now... And he apparently doesn't believe in buying caffeinated pop. I find both facts mildly disturbing... ( To Do! )

(2 human tastes good with ketchup | Poke a sleeping dragon!) [08 May 2003|11:00am] [ mood | grateful ] [ music | Handel, "The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba" ] I FINALLY GOT A FUCKING JOB!!!!! *contemplates dancing in the streets* * thinks better of it* It's at Swiss Colony, it's third shift lineworking in the bakery department (Ooh, I get paid to stay up late...), and it pays $8.25 an hour, which is about as good as I'm going to get in Monroe... :) I logged on to AIM this morning, and /no one/ was on. O.O Spoooky...

(Poke a sleeping dragon!) *yawn* [06 May 2003|01:57pm] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Billy Joel, "A Minor Variation" ] Grumble... I had to sleep on Jenny's bed last night. Monday was Large Trash Pickup day, so Dad put out my old bed already, and the one that was in Milton won't get here until Friday (Mom and I are going over with the station wagon, though we'll have to tie the damn thing on top. How sophisticated). So it was either Jenny's bed or the couch, and Kelly always has a hissy fit when I sleep on the couch. I don't know why she has hissy fits. Something to do, I guess. ( To Do! )

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