| no more free rides |
[15 Aug 2004|08:32pm] |
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| rain |
[12 Aug 2004|08:14pm] |
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So I get to work an hour early because my bro had to get to the doctor regarding some Epi-pen or something. So I sit around like a waste of space for an hour and watch the somewhat round and jovial manager Joey go after some guard with a towel. Joey would later tangle with Brian, a lifeguard of the same description, producing even funnier results.
So I get to the bottom of the slide because the brat daughter of the finance manager won't shift out of the baby pool because she's lazy, and end up having to deal with some six-inches-too-short girl who was ranting unintelligably about how "it wasn't fai" and her "sisters were going up" and her "mom said she doesn't care" and I had to measure her like TEN TIMES before she would leave. Good thing it wasn't too crowded.
Today was the last day for Kidsco to be using the pool. That and the fact that camps don't come in at nine in the morning any more just make my job SO MUCH EASIER.
Again today, there was no one to do trash, so we skipped over it. Must be the third straight time I've been in that that's happened.
Might be because guest services people are dropping like flies and vacationing like rich people. The same guy who was "off-task at the baby pool" didn't show up for his shift the other day, I think he's done.
After an hour and a half of work, it starts thundering, so we clear the pool. Everyone leaves but like six people, who I think we scared off with our goofing off while stacking chairs and shit like that.
Then it started raining, then we got lightning, then all weather hell just broke loose.
Then the managers needed two lifeguards and one guest services person to leave because otherwise we'd stay closed and lose money for paying people to still be here. So, needless to say... I left. I'm working like nonstop for the next two weeks, and if I can get any kind of break, I'm taking it.
Came home, was bored as hell, redid my layout.
I'm not working tomorrow, thank God. I've got an in-car then, but if this weather keeps up, I don't know if I'm gonna show up or not. I mean, driving is all fun and good, but driving in a flood with three weeks' experience is... well, not so hot.
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| hours rock in the long term |
[11 Aug 2004|10:39pm] |
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Apparently I've got 33 hours going for me since my last paycheck. Not too shabby at all, considering I've still got like 15 left to work before next Thursday.
I'm on a 4-hour Misfits tear tonight. Thank God for Soulseek and its awesomeness.
Work today was blah, for some reason my mom showed up about fifteen minutes before I got off my shift and started hanging around and just being a distraction... and THEN she just HAD to go and ask the cashiers "Where's my Stevo, I'm here to pick him up."
WHAT THE FUCK, IT'S NOT KINDERGARDEN, IT'S A FUCKING JOB. LEARN A BOUNDARY OR SOMETHING.
Working tomorrow night, fucking up an in-car because of it, making it up Friday night, postponing plans to Saturday night after working Saturday morning, if that makes any sense.
No? Too bad.
Adventure soon if I can find a camera or if someone brings theirs... for no reason.
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| DAMMIT BOB |
[10 Aug 2004|06:11pm] |
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Soon to be some of Are You Experienced? |
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Hershey Park was cool as all hell, ended up deciding not to hit up Warped there for a little while, even if I wanted to see the better bands again and take my bro to Rise Against.
But I came home to my schedule for this year:
1) French 4 with Cathy (French first... THAT'S not good)
2) Drama-Video Production with Bruce (FUCK YEAH)
3) Pre-Calculus with Will (Okay, all right)
4) American History AP with Ben (WHAT THE HELL, NO, GIVE ME BOB!)
5) Adv. Chemistry AP with Tom (THE RETURN OF T-DIDDY)
6) American Literature 1 with Dave (Gotta take a Dave class sometime)
7) Newspaper with Lori (What else would it be)
Cross Country with Barry (Which I gotta go run for now. Bye.)
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| whew |
[09 Aug 2004|11:26pm] |
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Drove some more today. I'm getting better, and sadly enough, getting more and more used to the van. Bleh, why can't my dad just take the Metro to work so I can drive the Accord?
Buuuuuut as long as I drive sans Mom, I'm good.
Tonight was a lot less... evil than I thought it would be. Got there, clocked in, and found out we were doing rescue scenarios. What happens is they name two lifeguards to be on duty, one guest services person to be the party person on duty, and a cashier to be the cashier. That's the staff. Then the rest of the lifeguards who haven't been "on duty" get to be potential victims and everyone else is just a pool patron... i.e., you swim around and pretend like you don't work there while getting paid for it.
All three scenarios I was a pool patron. Rockin'.
Then I only ended up doing like ten laps because they only had guest services swimming until the lifeguards had done their 500m, and they got some damn fast swimmers lifeguarding.
Got a ride home from Jeff, whose ride is pimped out to a degree that would make Xzibit jealous.
Now it's microwave cuisine for me tonight, and Hershey Park for me tomorrow.
(Damn, missed Moira there by one day. What are the odds?)
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| mongolian grill > most of you |
[08 Aug 2004|10:31pm] |
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Oh man. DIY asian food rules.
Finally finished getting the Coffin Box Set. I'm stoked.
And at work today, I had my first huge slip-up at the bottom of the slide. Some little girl was with her dad in the huge mass of people that was waiting for adult break to be over, and I didn't see her to measure her, so she got down the slide even though she was probably two inches too short.
Of course, right after she got up there, my shift was over, so I only heard about the shouting match that ensued between the dad and the managers and the resulting refunds (ie loss of $15) about half an hour later. The managers bought the explanation for the most part... I mean, it's a perfectly legitimate reason, even though when they call you over to talk to you about it, you can't call any excuse legitimate.
Then about an hour later, the guy opposite me on the shift order got kicked out for being "off task at the baby pool". Shit, just yesterday I was at the (empty) baby pool playing catch with the lifeguard on duty with a rubebr glove filled with pool water. Gotta watch out for Adam (anal-as-all-hell manager boy), he's on the ultimate power trip.
Although I'm willing to bet the baby pool wasn't empty when the guy was "off task".
But I did stay on task on my one shift there after he got kicked out, even if on task means bouncing a super ball back and forth with a three-year-old standing at the edge of the pool. Sometimes I don't mind kids, this was one of those times.
Picked up like three sub days at the end of work today. My paycheck is gonna LOVE me this time.
Came home, watched A Fistful Of Dollars. Clint Eastwood is still the most badass motherfucker ever.
And tomorrow I might sleep in. Hooray.
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| so here's a good idea |
[07 Aug 2004|11:20pm] |
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If you see a random cereal-box-sized box on the counter in the morning, make sure it's cereal, or you'll end up eating a bowl of very soggy mini chocolate graham crackers.
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| when did rockville get to maine |
[06 Aug 2004|11:06pm] |
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I woke up this morning and it was 50 degrees outside. I don't think it got above 70 the whole day. Freezing cold at work and I had no hoody. Curse my lack of preparedness.
But I did get paid. $91 whittled down to $83. I hate old people.
So I get off work and check my voicemail, and my dad left me a message saying that he'd be running a little late since my brother got stung by some bees while mowing the lawn. Same spot as me when it happened two months ago. So I figure, well, maybe ten minutes or so, so I call him back ask him what's up.
"Uh, Steve, I really can't talk right now, the ambulance guys are here, I'll call you back." Then he hangs up.
Ambulance? Bee stings? Holy shit!
So I watch the guys in the skatepark for a while, my dad calls me back and says he'll be half an hour late. Apparently Matt got stung three times in the hand and arm, and in addition to them swelling up, his whole body broke out in hives and he started having breathing trouble, so they took him to the ER, and since the Accord is in the shop, my dad had to take the Sienna out to the hospital to drop my mom off, and he showed up at the pool about an hour late. Fine with me, I guess, given the circumstances.
And to top it all off, I come home to find out some pretty sad news.
He was Rick James, bitch.
1948-2004
RIP
So I missed the run because my mom got home late from the hospital and was too stressed to move, and my dad's sick so he couldn't drive me either. And now I'm willing to bet the coach has got an eye on me... not only have I still not sent in my training record, but I missed this run without any explanation whatsoever. Yay.
Oh well, I got chinese for dinner. That's good.
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| ATTN: ALL YOU PEOPLE |
[05 Aug 2004|12:28am] |
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Full update tomorrow, I've got jitters like a motherfucker right now. Damn limeade.
BUT TOMORROW
STEVO AND MOIRA'S WARPED ADVENTURE
...if I make it downtown to Motophoto. Damn my lack of a good digital camera.
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| i am dead. |
[03 Aug 2004|10:20pm] |
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Got up at eight something, went up to Baltimore. Before the game, my mom wanted to check out the Museum of Visionary Art, which was.... well, bad. I mean, there were one or two cool things, but the rest was just crap. Uninspired, not creative... just no. I've been spoiled studying the classics.
( So then we get to the game. )
( And then we went to the run. )
Warped tomorrow. Pictures in a while, taking the disposable.
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| Bitch I don't need no subject |
[02 Aug 2004|10:16pm] |
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But the finance lady was here today, and she watches out for laziness in the breezeway like a fucking HAWK. So I figure, where's the next easiest place to end out the day? Baby pool. Sit there and keep an eye out for... I don't know... someone drowning their baby. You can sleep half the time, there's a lifeguard there anyway. So my rotation looks like this: -Trash pickup -Breezeway -Bottom -Baby pool I figured it was probably the easiest thing to get the trash pickup out of the way early, since it sucks and no one likes it. I'd have to say it would be the worst way to finish, considering it's August in Washington... and if you're not from around here, that means hot and disgusting, and the last thing anyone wants to do then is walk around on concrete for half an hour picking up the same trash like 3 times. So I've got this cool shift going. On my second time through the rotation, I got to trash pickup to start it off. The last time I did trash pickup (two hours earlier), it had been a lot easier since no one was there. Like seriously, no one showed up till 11:30, and the pool opens to the public at 11. I got lucky then. But not now. Two, three, maybe eight camps had just rolled through, so I was just picking up straw wrapper after fry box after Capri Sun bag thing... thinking only of HOW AWESOME IT'S GONNA BE WHEN I GET TO THE BREEZEWAY NEXT. OH MAN. So I get to the breezeway and I tell the girl working there that it's time to switch. She launches into how she's not feeling too well, so could I just... kinda... skip over her this shift, cause she needs some time to relax or something? Right now I'm a bit disappointed. There goes my ploy of ending the day in the baby pool. Since I skip over breezeway, I'd be going: -Bottom -Baby -Trash I'd be ending the day with fucking TRASH PICKUP. NOT GOOD TIMES. But I figure, hey, she's feeling sick, what harm would an extra half-hour do? So I go over to the slide and start my shift there. About ten minutes later, the guy on trash pickup walks by the slide and says, "Hey wait... aren't you supposed to be at the breezeway now?" I say, yeah, but I'm letting her chill a little bit. To which he says: "Dude, she's been in the breezeway for two hours now. She asked me to skip over her too." ....OKAY. So now not only have I lost my last shift of my day to fucking trash pickup, I (and the other two people on the clock as well) have been fucking shafted for breezeway time. Hell, we're all not feeling too good. It's 90 and humid, and right before we would end up in the breezeway, we've been wandering aimlessly around picking up trash for the last half hour. But does she have to do that? HELL NO. She just gets to sit there in the shade, with the AC blasting at her through the office window, watching TV and generally being a waste of payroll. And before you attack me for being ruthless and heartless because this girl was "not feeling so good", consider this: The next shift, the one at which she could have come full circle from when she got into the breezeway, she comes skipping and bouncing out of the breezeway towards the bottom of the slide like nothing had ever happened. AND if that's not enough, she then had the nerve to ask me if I would sub for her on Saturday night. She's gonna fill out her half of the sub form tomorrow and leave it in the folder for me to find on Friday. I'm thinking of bailing on her. |
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[01 Aug 2004|09:35pm] |
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Read some more of the Dark Tower stuff. Incredible, Stephen King is a beast any way you slice it.
Drive some more around the neighgorhood today. I'm stoked to go out tomorrow, but the Accord isn't gonna be here and I'll have to drive the van, which is just crap.
Oh, wait, shit, I work tomorrow. Never mind.
My mom got the idea to spend the day in Baltimore on Tuesday. So I say, "We should go to an O's game while we're there," because I really don't make it up there much. She laughs and says, "I find it hard to believe they'd be playing on a Tuesday afternoon." I go to look at the Sports section, because I'm desparate as hell since I haven't been since like May.
What are the chances. 1:05 pm, Tuesday, August 3 vs Seattle. First half of a doubleheader. So maybe we'll hit that up and still make it back in time for the race in Olney.
Awesome seats for $15. I guess this is the tradeoff for being 19 games back in the AL East.
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| ticketmaster is still satan |
[31 Jul 2004|10:07pm] |
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The tickets ended up being $76 or some outrageous amount like that. Someone remind me next year to do presale.
Took the Accord out afterward. It beats the hell out of the van times a million. There is no way I'm ever going back.
In-car was cool. I had this old Jamaican guy as my instructor, and before he gave me the wheel, he told me that today was mostly to learn the feel of the car, how things go out on the road, just "to get a feeeelin'." I was like YES, this guy is the coolest ever.
Drove pretty much all around Rockville, mostly in the Richard Montgomery-ish area... didn't do half bad. Although now I guess I'm going with the 4/8 hand position instead of the 10/2... damn AAA standard.
What else... I need to get a physical that's NOT on the same day as Warped. I have a bad record with making it there late and missing bands I like.
Oh, and I'm down to only diet Sprite in the fridge. I need to go to the store SOON.
I crave buffalo wings and need a snack badly.
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| ticketmaster is satan |
[30 Jul 2004|11:06pm] |
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I'm at work today. Bottom of the slide. This little kid comes up who isn't tall enough. I measure him, he leaves. Ten minutes later, comes back with his mom, who, at first, is understanding: clearly, the kid isn't tall enough by about an inch, and lacks a pair of water shoes to make himself even a little bit taller (but, as she herself noted, still not tall enough). But then she sees some other shorter kids on the slide and starts getting really bitchy and all up in my face about it. "WELL YOU LET THOSE OTHER KIDS ON THE SLIDE, AND I'M SURE HE'S TALLER THAN ALL THEM!"
I told her, no, all these kids have been measured and are tall enough.
So then she stands there and waits for like five minutes for a short enough kid to come out of the pool at the bottom of the slide. He's got the wristband on that means he's just barely tall enough to ride the slide. Before I can say, "Okay, let's measure him," the lady starts screaming at the kid with the wristband to "GET OVER HERE NOW, LITTLE BOY!" So right now, I'm thinking I've got you, you crazy bitch, I've got you now. So I measure the kid up under the bar...
He's about half an inch too short.
The person working the slide before me who gave him the wristband screwed up.
A horribly smug smile spreads across the lady's face. I'm thinking Well shit, that's that, I'm an idiot now. But then...
"Do you have a pair of water shoes you could put on, little guy?"
The kid nods, runs off, comes running back with his Aqua Sox on, I measure him up and he's good to go.
All I can say is before you pitch a huge fucking fit in front of me again, make sure your kid's at least got water shoes.
I walk into the finance office after I get off work, expecting a throwdown, but no, they had my check waiting for me there. Crisis averted.
Came out to about $123, and then Uncle Sam robs me for ten bucks to pay for old people things. Man, fuck that! That's two hours of my time right there, two hours' worth of hard-earned money gone. (Yeah I earn minimum wage, fuck you.)
Come home and get on organizing a ride to Warped on Wednesday. Got a ride. Swish. Now I gotta get the tickets.
Let's do some Ticketmaster math here.
2 Warped Tour tickets: $51
Assorted Ticketmaster expenses: $30
Shipping the tickets in time for the show: $17
Paying almost twice the price of the tickets themselves: Priceless.
So I figure tomorrow I'll go down to Ticketmaster at Tower Records and just buy them there. This monopoly needs to die. Someone help me start up a ticket agency to combat this force of infinite evil.
What else? First in-car tomorrow. I hope the Malibu is a lot less... van-ish than the Carnival Cruise Ship they call the Sienna.
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| phone calls rule |
[29 Jul 2004|05:17pm] |
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I __________ STEVO.
STEVO is _________.
if i were alone in a room with STEVO, I would _________.
I think STEVO should ________.
STEVO needs __________.
I want to _________ STEVO.
STEVO can ____my____.
someday STEVO will _____.
STEVO reminds me of____.
without STEVO, ____.
STEVO can be ____.
_______ is how i describe meeting STEVO.
the worst thing about STEVO is____.
the best thing about STEVO is____.
i am _____without STEVO.
I need to figure out a ride to Warped or I'm fucked without a kiss come August 4th.
Tomorrow I work, watch out, finance lady.
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[29 Jul 2004|12:48am] |
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Back from the lake. Completely badass time involving lots of Texas Holdem, tubing, candy, Cokes and general debauchery. Oh, and a whole season of Chappelle's Show in one night. Yeah, we rule.
And lots of teaching Steven things on guitar which no one wanted to hear. Keep at it though.
If Sean had been a little more prompt with the money he owes me, I could have bought an ATHF DVD, but NOOOOO.
(Speaking of money, NO, I don't owe Steven two dollars for various poker expenses. Ssh.)
Tubing. Yes. Awesome as usual, and sunburning more than usual. It hurts to wear a shirt, but I'm hoping it fades into some sort of tan.
All my stuff for my DIY madness got here today. The jacket's a little on the small side, but fuck that. Looking pretty cool so far, pictures may follow soon.
Last Driver's Ed class tomorrow night if I didn't fail the test at the end of class tonight. I got some in-car stuff scheduled and coming up soon, so maybe tomorrow I'll take the car out and get some practice in.
Oh, and remind me on Friday to take a tire iron to work, because the payroll office is getting trashed. WHERE IS MY FUCKING MONEY?!
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| Work. Ed. Home. |
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Worked this morning. Quite an interesting day. Electrical problems were going on somehow, so there were Pepco-ish guys running around all over the place all day. When I got there, there was the truck parked out front, as well as two guys standing outside the employee entrance. I thought they were electricians telling me to go home, but I walk up to the door and one asks me if I work at the pool. I say yeah, why else would I be here at eight thirty in the morning? He hands me a brochure thing and tells me to read it and think it over. I get inside, the manager glances at the brochure (which I haven't read yet), laughs and asks me if I'm going union. What the hell? I look at the brochure and apparently there's a pool worker's union that had never bothered us until now. But seeing as how I'm a part-time, seasonal employee with no benefits, so I don't need a union. Plus, the city employees aren't union anyways. Turns out someone got pissed about having their paycheck held because they didn't do the swimming at an in-service, and instead of talking to the city, they went straight to the union. Ha.
So then I'm working at the breezeway/gate/whatever around quarter to 1 when the bacon rolls up, parks and walks up to me. Guy asks me if I work there, and I say yeah. He asks me if I've seen a guy come in, white guy wearing a long-sleeved red shirt. I say no, not yet. The guy laughs a little, and says to keep an eye out. I say sure, what'd he do? thinking maybe it's a kid who ran away from home or something and is prepared for a freeze in late July.
"Well, he just robbed a bank on 355 and was seen heading this way, so if he shows up, act naturally and then dial 911."
...WHOAAAA.
The guy never showed up, but DAMN.
So. Got home from that after finding out that one of the broken soda machines at the pool gives you two bottles for a dollar and found out that my paycheck IS STILL NOT THERE? Seriously. Stabbing will ensue.
Went to Driver's Ed. Instructor took us all out to a pizza dinner at Pizza Oven. Good times. Maria had brought cards and had loose change, so Justin then gets the idea to play some poker for said loose change.
So now I become the latest to hop on the Texas Holdem bandwagon. My GOD that game is amazingly cool.
Took the whole pot one time on a total bluff and Jeff and Justin (the only other ones playing) both threw away hella better hands than mine. Of course, the whole pot was only like 55 cents, but it was still pretty kick ass. Next time we shall come prepared.
Gambling is cool, kids.
(Jamie, if you read this and I'm on, I need advice.)
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[22 Jul 2004|10:50pm] |
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So at Driver's Ed tonight, we took a longer break than usual because the instructor hadn't had dinner yet, and a few of us took awesome advantage of this by going to Pizza Oven and getting some subs and curly fries.
Yep, today was by far the coolest such class ever. Oh man.
DIYing things with cool patches and stuff is a lot more expensive than I thought. Starting from scratch, I'm at $44.75. This better be the best damn jacket ever.
Oh yeah, and $2.70 for money orders. Blehh.
Paycheck didn't come today. Fuckers.
Plans for rides to concerts and stuff gradually coming together. This is cool.
The lake in... THREE DAYS?! Yeah I'm stoked.
My desk is still a mess from last night's snack adventures. I kinda like it though, gives it a feeling of character or something cool like that.
Work + driver's ed tomorrow. I get to wake up at 7:30 in the morning. Fucking yay.
What else... Europe seems to be the hotspot for people to break edge. "Oh, well, everyone was hanging out at the bars, and I figured I might as well go too, and it was legal..." YEAH FUCKIN SHUT UP.
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[21 Jul 2004|08:49pm] |
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Jimi Hendrix- I Don't Live Today |
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Upcoming expenses:
-Warped ticket- $25
-Various online orders and shit- $40
-Three money orders (damn having no credit card or Paypal)- $2.70
-An indeterminate amount of merch money
-Various indeterminate food things, which, in downtown Rockville, don't come cheap
AND MY PAYCHECK IS STILL NOT FUCKING HERE
STAB
Oh well, put in $25 worth of work today. That'll count for something on up the road.
Unfortunately, I had to give up something like $60 in future shifts because it's that time of year again... heading down to Lake Anna to chill and tube and joyride on the Kubota for a while. Sunday to Wednesday. Found subs for work, so I'm set.
Unfortunately, driving actual cars is gonna make the Kubota seem kinda boring, but fuck that, it's still fun. Maybe I won't fling Steven half out the side this time, haha. I'm a terrible driver.
That's not gonna improve this week, though... apparently last night when my mom just decided she would freak out about everything, after I told her to calm down and turned my music up louder, she said something about "don't tell me to 'calm down', have some respect, you make me blah blah blah... you can't drive for a week... blah blah blah!" Of course, I missed all of this except "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" at the end, to which I just gave the default "Yes! Okay! Fine!" and went back to doing whatever. Today I found out from my brother what she was actually going on about, and well, fuck her. She's a bitch, and the sooner I can get the hell out of here, the better. Either that or she needs to chill the fuck out... seriously, I'm sick of her shit, and so is everyone else. She's just an annoying person in general, and she can't understand that she's loud and overbearing and tactless and that threatening child abuse is never a good idea.
I can't wait for college.
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