You can find me at KCL under the same name. I post log in only, and until I can justify spending the money for pro, that's how it will be.
I did fairly well of staying out of the drama back when JS was around, so I feel I'll do just as well now that drama has appeared to opo up on KCL.
It amazes me that the people who claim to hate drama the most are those who are always immersed in it.
I used to be like that, then I grew up, and POOF! Drama gone! I'm not even 26 and I've learned this.
Maybe I truly am an old soul.
I have turned comments off for this entry, and this will probably be my last entry on blogger. I'll keep the account, and the page open, and read and comment on other journals on here that I follow but I don't plan on doing any actual updating.
Carry on. There is nothing more to see here.
S-E, out.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
I don't know which is worse
The fact that I know that I have grown up, or that you think you have, but in reality you are exactly the same as you used to be.
I don't know what it means, other than I should have moved on a long time ago.
I don't know what it means, other than I should have moved on a long time ago.
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)
...you 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...)
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)
...you 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.
heehee
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
Chorus
What’s it going to be, are you real to me
Or are you non-dairy
Creamer
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
“Some of them we murder, some we let go…”
heehee
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
Chorus
What’s it going to be, are you real to me
Or are you non-dairy
Creamer
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
“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.
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.
Fuckers.
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.
Fuckers.
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