Saturday, March 21, 2009

you know your from...

i found this on facebook about my town. I feel a bunch of it's stupid, and don;'t understand quite a bit, so I put in bold the bits I *do* get. I also added some notations in parenthesis.

You know you're from Bradenton when ...

... people ask you where you're from and you say Sarasota because no one knows where Bradenton is.

...when Applebees is the only thing open past 9:00pm.

... when the Southeast-Manatee game is the highlight of your school year. (I went to Manatee)

... when your school gets bomb-threats weekly. (it wasn't weekly, but it was a few times a year...)

... when there's only 2 roads in your town - one named after a Spanish conquistador and the other after a fat sea animal. (this is oddly true...)

... when you go to more parties out in fields then in a house. (I am not bolding this because I have yet to go to a field party. house parties I have been to plenty)

... when the highlight of the summer is a birthday party ... for a fat sea animal that will never die. (this is July 3rd, and the fat sea animal that won't die is a manatee named Snooty and he shares his birthday with my mother who is exactly one year younger than him, which is why I am neglecting to mention either of their ages)

... when you can find at least half your school at the beach on any given day. (i rarely went to the beach so I have no idea this is true)

... the entire town heads to the beach right before a hurricane hits. (this is true...)

... you go to Bradenton Beach because Siesta Key is just too far. (Siesta Key out past Sarasota, I never even went there until I was 21, and that was because Sarasota county beaches don't have the liquor laws that Manatee county beaches have. Bradenton Beach is referring to an area out on Anna Maria Island. Bradenton doesn't actually have a beach. We have an Island)

... your town is known for an NBA ref getting caught assisting the Mafia.

... you know what 14Th St. is. (it ain't pretty)

... your volleyball coach gets caught picking up prostitutes. (WHOAT?!)

... you know that you cross the bridge to get to the ghetto side. (?? I am assuming they mean Palmetto...?)

... Natty Ice is a part of your everyday life. (EWWWWW no)

... you've spent your Saturday nights Xtreme bowling!

... when Taco Bell is the ending of your night.

... when your school holds Homecoming in your cafeteria. (The one year I went it was in the gym, but I did go to a dance or two in the cafeteria)

... you go east under the highway, you leave civilization. (also known as Myakka)

... you were in middle school and spent your Friday nights at the Royal Palm. ♥ (The Royal Palm is a movie theatre that did not come into existence until I was at least a junior in HS. It is a 20 theatre place that is out in Lakewood Ranch.)

... you're proud of your illegal alien population. (I wouldn't say proud, but it is quite large. They don't bug me, I don't bug them.)

... it's not uncommon for the car next to you to have either a Confederate flag or fringe around the dash. (this is true)

... when your graduation is held at the Manatee Convention Center. (My sister's was. Mine was at the football field. At night. With Fireworks.)

... your eardrums get blown out at graduation from the proud auntie behind you with the foghorn. (errrm... I feel this is possible)

... you know you're better than Sarasota because you have a Super Target. (yea, but its out on University Parkway which is practically one of the boarders to Sarasota)

... you know exactly where Bradenton ends and Sarasota begins. (Its by airport that we share)

... you spent your elementary education at the landfill. (I only recall one field trip to the landfill, thank you! Mostly, we went to visit Snooty...)

... when schools look like prisons. (maybe its the prisons that look like schools?!)

... and it's not okay because your parents don't have money. (it used to be pretty well to do... used to be)

... when you spent prom night at the Ringling. (I didn't go to prom. by my own choice, thank you. However, I know that it was held at the gym, and my sisters were held at the civic center...)

... you've seen old man European ass in a thong at the beach. (there's also this guy that lives a few blocks over that does yard work in aslittleclothingaspossible... ew. and yea, he is old and fat)

... there's a Baptist church or nursing home at every corner. (I lost count at 15 churches within WALKING DISTANCE of this house... all denominations though)

... Desoto Square Mall is the classiest place you've ever been. (this mall is gonna disappear within the next few years. everything is closing)

... you know "The Island" is the only island. (well, not the ONLY one, but when someone mentions an island, that is what they mean)

... the coldest it gets is not too cold for flip-flops. (yea, if you want your toes to go numb... but yea, we wear sandals all year round)

... when the town population triples during Spring Break. (and doubles during 'season' which is... now. damn snow birds)

... you know the cops don't give a shit.

... half the town works for Tropicana and burnt orange peels wake you up in the morning. (seriously, growing up half the kids I knew had at least one parent who worked there. and no, we don't get cheap deals on the juice)

... it made front page news when a male model became an Abercrombie & Fitch model. ( i must have missed that issue of the bradenton Harold) laugh because people think that star athletes choose to live in Bradenton but you know it's just because of IMG. (I met one at work, and my brother helped pressure wash one's house...)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

a bit of fluff

I keep catching this song on the radio, so I thought I'd share.


lyrics below video.

Non-Dairy Creamer by Third Eye Blind

They call it KFC, cause it’s not really chicken
Hot cheetos for breakfast make a young student sicken
Did you ever think someone’s tricking you?

And the guy in the pulpit is a bigot and a liar
Some kid walks into my school and opens fire
Heard any good jokes lately cause we sure do need em
My punk band’s call operation Iraqi freedom

What’s it going to be, are you real to me
Or are you non-dairy

And new love is burning up in me
Cause one in four American girls has an STD
You can buy yourself some implants
But you can’t buy a soul,
What’s threat level orange
With your chest puffed out, what are you so afraid about
What are you so afraid about
What are you so afraid of
What are you so afraid of

And two gay guys got married
And brought the family to its knees
How did they blow us to smithereens
Just a couple of queens
How did they do it, I’m telling you now
All marriage came to an end
And I found myself some culprits
It’s two young gay republicans
Young gay republicans

“Some of them we murder, some we let go…”

Monday, March 16, 2009

An entry because its been over a week

Fuck it. That's the mood I'm in right this moment. I've been busy trying to get shit done and I'm getting little to no help from anyone who could actually help me. Sure, I'm getting tons of encouragement (which means a LOT more than anyone could possibly realize) but I'm getting no actual involvement from anyone.

My last day at work is this coming Sunday. I work Today, tomorrow, Wednesday and Sunday.
If I didn't want/expect a cake so bad I'd have fucked off ages ago. I hate that place more than anyone could realize.

I'm STILL trying to get a letter of REFERENCE from my store manager. not a letter of recommendation, I just want him to say that yes, I've been with the company for as long as I claim to have been (three years, Jan. 26) so, I've moved on from that. Fuck his letter, I've moved on to collecting personal references of my own. So far, I'm up to FIVE and I still have a few more I'd like to get. All I'm requesting is that I have permission to use the person as a personal reference and they write down their name (so I spell it correctly) and the best phone number to be reached at. One person even wrote me a letter! Yay! She's a front end supervisor and works in the office.

I was scheduled for a dental appointment/cleaning tomorrow, I even had work schedule me late in the day so I could make the appointment. I scheduled the appointment for what I thought was to get a cavity fixed. I figure since I'm leaving state, I might as well get some dental stuff taken care of since I'm still paying that damn care credit bill (due to the economy i was unable to get it paid off before the interest kicked in...) Well, a little while ago, I realized that I hadn't gotten a confirmation call from the office. I call them myself, to make sure that 1) I have an appointment tomorrow, and 2) to figure out exactly what I'm expecting to have done.

Good thing I did. the lady that answered haughtily told me that they had in fact called and confirmed my appointment but no one had answered and since I didn't have voicemail there was no way to leave a message. This made no sense. I have voicemail, and keep my phone on me at all times. I asked which number they called, and apparently they called my parents land line... which I have asked REPEATEDLY that they NOT USE! Grrr. Turns out, also that my appointment was for x-rays... so they could TELL me I had a cavity. I was annoyed, I cancelled the appointment.

I also cancelled my little backyard shindig that I have been trying to plan for the past couple weeks. It just wasn't coming together and I wasn't getting any support from the other people in this house, who though they claimed that the shindig would be fun and was totally do-able, they all decided that if I wanted it done I'd have to do everything myself, and well, our patio hasn't been used since last summer and had become over grown... so I spent my entire day off yesterday weeding the patio and trying to clean it and make it look decent... my legs and back are so sore today. The only people who were showing actual interest in coming were all people from work, who I see at work. All the others I have been trying to contact about the shindig... all I got was people from OUT OF STATE saying they would LOVE to come but sadly couldn't. WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE STILL IN TOWN?!

Fuckers wonder why I'm leaving.

Okay, my mood is actually WORSE now, which sucks, cause the past few days I've been in a great mood.

I'm ending this now. I don't know when I'll update again.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Beer and Hot Pockets

Its whats for dinner.

Yea, it was one of those kinds of nights at work.

I am waiting for some idiot to point out that I don't even like beer, just so I can throw an empty beer bottle at their skull.


Thursday, March 05, 2009

whats going on in my world

this is gonna be quick, I'm waiting on Mom to finish getting ready so we can go to lunch and run some errands before I go to work at 3.

Pur planned time for leaving was 1pm and it is now 1:22, so by the time we leave, there will prolly only be time for lunch.

Chinese buffet here I come! well, when I get there, that is.

Okay, My last day of work is March 22nd.
I am planning a little backyard shindig to take place around 7pmish that night.
so far, I only have one person who seems interested...

seriously, anyone who knows where my parents backyard is, YOU ARE WELCOME TO COME!

I am leaving March 25th on a one way ticket to go hangout in Washington state for awhile and try to find work and blahblahblah.

details. don't have time.

Mom and I FINALLY made some progress on our mock up sewing project of a craft apron I want to make.

Whenever I do crafts of any type, I always wear an old shop apron of my dads, but it doesn't quite fit right. too narrow in some spots, too wide in other spots and a good 8 inches plain too long all around. I have to use a saftypin to keep the neck strap at a reasonable length.

I decided I wanted to make an apron and that it should be simple enough to do, since I have a sewing machine (that has only been used to sew scraps) and mom used to make shop aprons for her first husband (my sisters dad).

We went to a fabric shop and looked around at fabrics, and decided that since we were there and since they were only a dollar each we might as well looks at patterns since buying and using an already made pattern is a lot easier than making a pattern from scratch which was the original plan...

do you know how many patterns there are for aprons?!?!

seriously, HUNDREDS...

and the more I looked, the less I liked the basic apron style...

so after about an HOUR of pouring over patterns at the fabric shop, I decided on the one I wanted.

I picked it more for function over fashion.

Its an over the head style that ties on the sides. It reminds me of my old daisy (first level of girlscouts, before brownies) uniform.

since mom hasnt sewn in YEARS and well, I don't know nearly as much as I thought I did, we just got some inexpensive, lightweight, not ideal for a craft apron, BRIGHT GREEN (thats the color i wanted) broadcloth, to make a mockup, for practice purposes. once the mockup is finished (man its gonna be UGLY... BRIGHT green with dark purple bias tape... eww) we will find a fabric we agree on for the final product and then I will have my fully functional but not fashionable (but still totally awesome) craft apron! YAY!

oh... I'm also dabbling in woodburning and one of these days I'll get the stain on the wood...

oh, and I need dads suitcases so I can PACK...

and moms ready for lunch, so bye!

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Monday, March 02, 2009

Hate my life

actually, thats a song title.


(but yes, I do hate my life... hence WHY I'M CHANGING IT!)

this video struck me as funny, and its a rather upbeat song for everything it entails.

enjoy! (lyrics posted below video)

Theory of a Deadman
"Hate My Life"

So sick of the hobos always begging for change
I don't like how I gotta work and
They just sit around and get paid
I hate all of the people who can't drive their cars.
Bitch you better get outta the way
Before I start falling apart

I hate how my wife is always up my ass
She always wants to buy brand new things
But I don't have the cash.

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

How come I never get laid nice guys always lose.
How could she have another headache
There's always some kind of excuse
I still hate my job, my boss is a dick
"I don't get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of your shit"

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

I hate that I can't tell when a girl's underage,
You know, I tell her she's a nice piece of ass,
Then her daddy punches me in the face

So if you're pissed like me
Bitches, here's what you gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say "Fuck you!"

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

So much at stake, can't catch a break
I hate my life
No, it's nothing new hear "it sucks to be you"
I fuckin hate my life