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Things are up...like my ceiling fan [20 Jul 2005|04:41pm] I have two job opportunities before me right now. I don't know if I will get either but at least I have a shot at them. Robert sent me a package the other day with two mangas and a mini- DVD of invader Zim episode 1. He is the sweetest guy. I enjoy seeing him when he comes up from Roanoke, though I do feel guilt about not going down to see him more, but I don't think anyone is ready to test Curtis on long trips yet. Charlie and the Chocolate factory rocks my socks!! The old can't even hold a candle to it, save for Gene Wilder, but is the only thing saving it from a complete knock out. Tomorrow I am having Robert watch some older movies that he hasn't seen; because is it sad that he hasn't seen them. He's not much of a movie person I know but still there are just some flicks that there is no excuse for. Jenny went through her Biopsy and is doing well. The doctor says that she has and Auto-Immune Disease. No it is not like Lupus or AIDs... I have had this talk already so I'm saving you all the trouble. She is still off from work and what not but is taking meds and I thinking that by September she will right as rain. On Monday when I was out beating the streets looking for work I came by a place called The Spoils of War, a war memorabilia shop. I went in to look around and I left with a bunch of WWII prints of naval ships all for ten dollars. I was so excited that I when I was telling mom about my day I went off on a tangent about the prints and hardly said anything about the job search. I'm hoping to find out some information on the ships since they are all named in the prints. I have finally gotten Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines to play on my computer, even though it is still making small protests. It is an awesome game. I think I am almost done playing it. If you ever get to play it, play as a malkavian. They have some great lines and in my opinion are the most fun to play. Amy D came to see me last week. It was soo cool to see her again. She brought me a picture of Kurt Cobian and Courtney Love. I showed her Thornrose Cemetery in Staunton. I wanted for us, (Robert was there too), to get and walk around, but I couldn't find parking and then it started to rain hard. I then took her to Scottos to have a piece of their Cheesecake which is heavenly. We all hung around my house for a while and chill on my front porch. Comments: Kiss.

[17 Jun 2005|10:43am] This morning was like yesterday only instead of the shade falling on me, the dog is hurt. Yeah Mr. Teckels is wounded somehow. Mom and Jenny are going to take him to the vet when they come back from Charlottesville. I was late to work today but not too bad. Luckily for me it only takes ten minutes to do the morning checklist. I need to ask Penny when my last is going to be. I sent out some Resumes to people, but I have only heard back from one the three I sent my resume too. Father's day is Sunday and I still have no idea what to get my dad. He is so hard to shop for. Unlike my sister who buys him things she thinks he need, I try to buy him gift that I know he will like... that is legal. I bought him the movie Ray for his birthday, but that was a few weeks ago. That makes shopping for him tough. I might pick him up a book when Robert and I go to the mall tonight. I would buy him some nice clothes,(He really does need nice clothes. I'm tired of him wearing his work uniform everywhere), But I don't know his sizes, and God forbid if I buy something too big or too small. He is so sensitive about his weight he would take it as an insult. (He isn’t fat, but he was growing up. He lost the weight in high school and has held the desperate fear that he will gain the weight back). At which point he would be mad at me for a week or more Comments: Kiss.

It too early for this, damnit [16 Jun 2005|09:37am] [ mood | blah ] Already this morning I have had set backs. I don't want to say it has been a bad morning, because 1) It's not over yet, and 2) Saying it has been bad is only giving in. Never the less it has been rough. I woke up and hit the snooze button, which didn’t help me any at all. When I did get I noticed how dark it was in the room. Mom put up shades; since Jenny found out that you can see in to my room at night. She pointed this out to me by having me go outside to look. I found her acting like a chicken in front of my window. I am now convinced that our neighbors think we are crazy, Cause while she was doing that, (and she could be seen even through the bamboo blind and drapes) I was almost doubled over with laughter on the sidewalk in front of the house. If that doesn't worry them then nothing will. So I go to pull up the first shade the one that faces the street and every time I pull on it to get it to go up it only goes down. I finally get it up. I fixed the drapes and moved to the next window. This one I could not get up and I ended up pulling it on my head. After I swore at it, I quickly rolled it up and threw it on my bed. I then stumbled in to the bathroom to get my shower. The shower wasn't bad, but done m hair was. I love my short hair but I have to fight with it some mornings to get it to do what I want it do. This morning was one of them. I fought with my hair and assuming I won, I sprayed on enough hairspray to make a helmet. I walked out of the bathroom thinking that I could survive a head on collision. Now comes the part where I get dressed. Not hard till I got to the tops. I didn't like any shirt I put on this morning. I found I did like. I some how managed to leave the house in time so not to be late, but get this... I almost was late. I don't know what happened. One minute I was fine, the next I was running behind. I had to floor it the rest of the way to work. Thank God I didn't not get pulled over, cause I was doing 85 in a 65. I pulled to the parking lot, turned off the truck, and caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. My hair was starting to go flat. In the end my hair had won. So now I sitting here at work, with nothing to do, cause I don't know where penny is and she is the one that brings me the papers I need and my hair is getting flatter by the minute. At least I had the change to get the flavored water I like. Yes flavored water, cause I'm trying not to drink some much sodas. It's killing me. I would love to have a Dr. Pepper, or Cherry Coke right now. Anyways I'm going to stop cause now I'm getting whiney. I'll write more later. Comments: Kiss.

Life? What life? [15 Jun 2005|01:29pm] [ mood | bored ] I have spent an hour now just bumming around lj. I have found two people I would like to add to my friends list. I'm waititng to see if they reply to the comments I made. They are both Friends only. I also found a new community. It's for Dashihounds. Finily a place where I can talk about Mr. Teckels and Coco without people thinking I am crazy. I am still with out a car. I went Dealers Lots.com To see what they had to offer. I found two Nissan Sentra's, both 2000. One has 91,000 miles on it the other has 72,024 miles. From what I could see,(mind you I just looking at a picture on a web page, so I am limited), Thye look nice. I wrote down the stats for to show my sister. She has always known more about cars than me, so her opinion helps. As for the Pontica, I think that is going to be a no go. Mom brought something to my attention last night. She said that it was over-filled with oil, which means that they might be trying to compensate for either an oil leak or burning oil. John Green, the man that worked on Andrea, said that it could be that something has busted and water has gotten into the oil making the oils raise to the top which makes it seem like it over-filled. Judging from all of that I don't think I want to invest the money in it. Maybe one of these Nissans will work out. I'm tried out not having a car of my own. Comments: Kiss.

[13 Jun 2005|10:53am] [ mood | tired ] I got a new icon for my LJ. I got it from discworld community. The person who made it was jesskat. I got two others from that person. If you don't know my currant icon is of Susan the granddaughter of DEATH. Don't ask why DEATH has a granddaughter cause it would take too long to explain it to you, and if you don't read the Discworld books then it really wouldn't matter. The icon I picked for these journal is pretty cool too. It was made by _jeze_belle_ Moving on to weekend update. This weekend involved Mom and me cleaning and organizing my room. It was a two-day project. For those of you who know my cleaning habits, you understand why it took so long. We also rearrange the room moving my furniture to make room for the computer desk and chair mom bought,(for a hundred dollars together). So everything looks nice and mom is happy, so that get that out of the way. The car situation is still looking grim. There is a Pontiac Grand AM that we are looking at, (we meaning all three of us). It's nice car from what any of us can tell. It needed to be cleaning thou. Who ever owned it before hand either had a kid or a dog or both, that was dragged around with them everywhere, (really I think the person lived in the car, judging how dirty it is). If that is the car I get then I am going to have to take a day and with my sister's help, because she is better at cleaning then I am, clean that car, inside and outside, top to bottom. Gahhh, too much cleaning. Neko hate cleaning. ;_; Ok I am do now...maybe. Comments: Kiss.

Update on the car [10 Jun 2005|09:18am] [ mood | anxious ] It has blown. No more Andre. No more sassy red subaru. No more 5-speed goodness. It's so upsetting. Mom and I are planing to have my car stripped of anything of value, i.e. the rims and stereo and it is everyone's job to find me another car for cheap fast. Mainly we are hittting the repo lots at the local banks. I look on my backs website. The cheapest they had was a 1995 Lincion for over 3000. Pretty good I thought, but I was hoping for something smaller. Oh well this really isn't a time to be picky. I'm hoping we can find something soon. Comments: Kiss.

We last left our hero [09 Jun 2005|10:31am] [ mood | excited ] So far this week I have been driving mom's truck to work. I like driving it but it is a pain in the ass to keep gas in it. On Tuesday mom and Jenny went to pick up my car from where I left it. Mom drove it and twenty minutes later she had to pull it over, because it was overheating. So mom paid that man 300 dollars for nothing. They left my car at a near by gas station and called Bobbie Bockan to have one of his boys to tow it back to Verona where mom would have her friend John Green look at it. Needless to say when I got home that day, I found that they were not happy campers. We sat for a bit in the living room just looking at each other when mom got a call from a friend wanting to know about a recent death. It turns out that the mother of a good friend had passed on. Mom decided it would be the right thing to do and visit with the family. She left leaving Jenny and I to sit and talk, which turned into an argument because there was a misunderstanding about something I said. They are the worst kind cause we never know where the other one is coming from and rarely are they ever resolved. They just end with us both being mad. Luckily this time we figured out what was going on and were able to come to terms. After that we set out to find dinner. Jenny decided to go the store and buy something for herself and I asked for I ride to Wendy's. We went to the store and jenny bought a bunch of fruit. One the way to the Wendy’s we passed by the house and saw mom was home. We stopped off to tell we were getting dinner and asked her what she wanted. Mom decided to ride along. At the light on 340 where we need to turn, there were four people walking across the road. Nothing interesting about that except the two guys in the group was not waiting on traffic. They were just walking on. Mom made the statement that the one looked drunk and then made a remark about his mustache being lopsided. The three of us had a good laugh at that and pulled in to the Drive through. Jenny had the windows down so we could hear the lady in front of us giving her order. Hearing the harsh hateful tone in her voice the window s quickly went up with mom in the backseat going, "Aww I'm sceered of her." Once again came the fits of laughter. Now it was our turn. Not knowing what to get we looked over the menu. Mom and I decide on Taco salads. Jenny asked what was the Jr cheeseburger and the reply came in machine gun Spanglish. Jenny was taking back by this which made mom start giggling which in turn made me giggle, which made jenny tells to shut up. She ordered a Baked potato and a frosty. Everything was orders, (two separate orders, which I think confused the girl at the window), and we pulled around. We paid and the food was handed to us, except for the frosty. Jenny waited on them to hand her that and the girl in the window looked at her. The with a looked that told me she understood what jenny was waiting on, turned around and handed jenny another bag and said, "here are your fries." Jenny politely informed the girl that we did not order fries and the girl replied, (I kid you not), "What else you want?" This didn't nothing for Mom and me cause we were still half giggly. Jenny asked for her frosty and with a look of, "Oh yeeeah" crossing the girls face she handed Jenny her frosty. On the way back home we joked about what had just happened. Later that night when telling Robert about all this laughed and told me that people everywhere were acting weird. He then told me about an old man in Roanoke that was driving his motorized chair down the middle of the road to go the store. I would tell my friend April about all of it and she would tell me how she had always wanted to drive her lawn mower to the store. I then told about how George Jones, the country singer, did that very thing. Everything has clamed down since then. Mom and Jenny are helping me with my loans, (I know as much as I bitch about them I really am thankful for their help, sometime I just wonder what would happen if they weren't there, you know?) I haven't heard anything about the car yet, but I think I already said that. The job is the same old, same old. I'm getting a lot of reading done. I am half way down with the seventh book of the Dark tower series. I'm thinking that if things keep up the way they are right now, I should have it done by the middle of next week. That is pretty good since this is an eight hundred and thirty page book and that is not including the poem and the authors note at the end. I'm getting so excited reading this book but I'm not going to say any more about cause I know there are other that are reading the series and I don't want to spoil it for them. I think I will leave it here. Till next time... Comments: Kiss.

So far, not so good [07 Jun 2005|09:50am] [ mood | annoyed ] So the weekend comes and I get the idea in my head to go see Robert in Roanoke. Don't ask why cause I had just seen him the night before. I think mainly I wanted to get out of the house and away from mom and Jenny. I love them both but they are starting to wear on my nerves. So I am driving down I-81 south so close to Roanoke, when I look down to see that my temperature gage is in the red. So I pull over thinking, "Shit!" I wait for my car to cool a bit and then pop the hood to see all that I can see, which isn't much since I know as much about cars as a dog knows about putting on clothes. So I do the obvious stuff, check oil, radiator etch., but I can't seem to figure out what went wrong. I put oil in my car; cause it was running really low and I continue my trip. Well m luck I missed my exit and when I got of the interstate to go back around my car stalled out on me and would not start back up. Once again came the thought of, "Shit." So here I am on an exit ramp, thinking what next. So I get out of my car and try to push it. It's not moving. Behind me, a white truck pulls up and a man gets out to help me. Then another man who was getting on the interstate comes over to help me. They push my car across the way to the other side of the road. I have been quoted many times saying, "Men are so useless." Mind you I have said this when me and my friends were having car troubles and the boys around my campus, seeing three or four girls trying to push a car in the parking lot, would walk right past us, without a word. Now I no longer think Men are worthless, just the idiot boys that went to my school, and I have repented for confusing the two. The two gentlemen get me across the road and a cop shows up. He comes over to me talks to me and calls a tow truck. I got really luckily when he noticed that my tags were expired, but didn't ticket me. The tow truck comes and he can't tow me, because he only takes cash and I have none on me. Damn! He tells me about a gas station near by that I can go to if my car will start. It did, so I went. I used the bathroom and waited for my car to cool down some more. I checked everything again and tried to call Robert. No answer. After a while I decided that I will be sitting there all night at the rate things were going so I continue my trip, saying prayers the whole time. I get to Roanoke and I wait for Robert to get home. Once Robert was back I told everything that had happened and he consoled me. We then got something to eat cause I hadn't had dinner and I was starved. The next day Robert and I tried to get my car in order. I thought we had it but we didn't. I had told Mike and Lee that I would meet them in Lexington for lunch and they were starting to wonder where I was. I took route 11 north and tried to keep my car cool. Once again I had to pull over and once again my car wouldn't start. This was embarrassing since I was in someone driveway. An elderly gentleman came out I explained to him what happened. He nodded his head and left me alone. I scolded my car for scaring the old people. I called mike and Lee and they said they would come get me. When they came they looked at my car, (they know more about car than Robert and me), and Lee poured water on my car to cool the engine off. With that done, She tried to get her Roadside to come and tow my car. Once they found about my tags we figured it would be too expensive. Lee said that she would drive my car to the nearest gas station and I was to follow her in her car with mike. At the gas station Lee called her dad to ask what to do. He said to find a garage to leave the car at. That is what we did. Before we left my car I called mom to tell her what was going on. She suggested that we pour water in to the Radtior with the car running. We did that but it did no good. My car was left in the lot of Sarge and Son's automotive. With all my things in the back of Lee's car the three of us went to Lexington to have lunch. We were all about half starved and need something to drink. We stopped at Palms and had sandwiches. Then we got Ice creams and walked around. After that we continued our way back north and to the east to Waynesboro. Back home I invited them in and they met my dogs. The dogs didn't like Lee. Mom found out about my Tags. I was later lectured about that. Mike and Lee said good-bye and I thanked them again. I think it was the fiftieth time that day. After they were gone, mom lectured me from everything to the car overheating, my tags, my room needing to be cleaned, (which it did, I just hadn't gotten around to it yet.), my forgetfulness, etch. When she was done I went and changed my clothes, so we could go the "Tree Street Treats" social. It was nice. I know have face to go with the names mom and Jenny talk about. Back home I went up stairs, changed again, found my car tags, wrote down the number of the garage my car was at, and gave them both to mom. The next day I went to working mom truck, which is a dream to drive and a bitch to park. I called home to see how things were going. Mom told me that my car was being worked on and it would cost 300 dollars. I swore at this. Mom said she would put it on her charge card. I swore at this too, cause the last thing I wanted was to owe mom any more money. She will never let me live it down. She also told me that the refrigerator was acting up and that needed to be fixed. When I got home I brought up to mom and jenny that mike, (friend from home mike) was having his birthday party at Chili’s and I had been asked to come. Mom jumped on my about the money. I informed her that I never said I was going. She continued. I was then told to clean my room, cause while I lived under her roof I was not to live like a slob. Of course for mom this means that she get to come in to me room and packs things up and throw stuff away, etch. When she gets like this cause even my room looks nice, I hate it. I know that it's not mine and I am not happy in it till I mess it up again. Plus I don't trust mom or her Cleaning, not when it comes to my room. I'm still angry over the loss of a work processor that had a ton of my writings on it that she gave away. All my work Lost! She asked what the big deal was and I asked her how she would feel if someone took her book of poems she wrote or her paintings and just got rid of them because this person thought they were taking up space. She understood then, but pleaded ignorance about my works on the processor, but I told her she should have known better, or she should have asked me. I'm worried she will do something like that again. I think I will start look for work outside of home. It will force me to get my own place. I need to move on... Comments: Kiss.

Stuffing and Man-handling [02 Jun 2005|04:29pm] [ mood | ecstatic ] [ music | Stuff ] Another slow day at work. I don't mind except I feel weird. Everyone else around me has some thing to do, but I'm reading or here until Penny gives me some papers to sort or accounts to make. It odd...It doesn't help that I'm sitting at someone else's desk. The constant reminder that I don't belong here. At least the photographs of the woman's family are gone. They would have just made things worse. Anyways moving with the story...I was sitting around reading Thief of Time By Terry Pratchett,(no I have not finishedFrom a Buick 8, but I am damn close),when Penny and Kathy come with postal boxes full of envelopes. I knew where this was going. See two summers ago I worked for this place, but I stuffed envelopes and that is all I did. For eights hours a day, Five days a week, for 5 weeks. I stuff envelopes. It drove me up the wall. I'm not one of those people that need to keep there hands busy. I need to keep my mind busy. It has to be occupied with something, even if it is just taking in what the T.V. says. At least then it is working on it's own and not bothering me. Now I know what you are thinking, that I don't like thinking for myself. Bah, nothing could be further from the truth, but I know that there is a difference between thinking constructively, and letting one's mind wander, which is what my mind does when not in use. Next thing I know I'm thinking about something stupid I did in the seventh grade and feeling embarrassed all over again. I don't remember things, I relive the feelings of the moment, which over all isn't bad, but you catch the wrong thought on a bad day... well I'm sure you can guess. So I'm stuffing the envelopes with pamphlets, that don't really fit in the envelopes, so I have to man-handle them in, and my mind just goes. I went from fine to angry, to embarrassed, to sad, to disgusted. I caught myself no longer stuffing envelopes, but staring off in to empty space. I shook it off and went back to the task at hand. I caught myself like that at least two more times before lunch. Luckily for me I was hit with inspiration during lunch so I thought about an idea for my story. That saved me thankfully. Moving on now, I'm excited cause I'm going to have my hair cut...off...like, all of it. Well not all of it, but pretty close.I'm ready too. I am sick of my hair. I don't do anything with it, so it just gets in the way. At least with short hair I can style it once and leave it alone. Robert is going with me, so he will be the first to see it. I have already told him that he has no say in the matter. I know how guys are about girls having short hair. Robert told me bluntly, "I'm in love with you, not your hair." I took that to mean that I could shave my head bald and ti would be ok. Mom and Jenny have been the most entertaining about the hair cut. They keep saying, "Now remember, you want it short but you don't want to look like a boy!" It is true, I do not want to look like a boy, but the fact they keep bring this up made me a little annoyed. So this morning with Mom stated this again, I replied, "but what if I want to look like a boy!" I meant it as a joke and we both laughed, but I think I made my point which was, "I'm going to do what I want. Don't you or Jenny worry about it." You know something... I have been using bold a lot. LOL. I amused. I'm going back to my book. Comments: Kiss.

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