sleep and bank

Not much drama today, thank goodness. The title says about all I did. I went to the bank to do some stuff for money purposes for college. I forget. and carp.

Since I just typed that long post, I don't really want to type out anything about nothing, which is basically what I did today.

I'm out. or something

I'm going to try to retype yesterday's post

Here goes, as much as I can remeber and/or make up again. So remeber that it's for yesterday, so I'm going to type it as though "today" meant "yesterday.":

some title with "life" in its name intened to convey that my day sucked

Today, I had to get a tuberculosis test. So, we went into the doctor's office (after some idioticy on their part with the "entrance" sign pointing into an office), and I went in for the shot. It was a subdermal thing, meaning that the shot didn't go as deep as it normally does; it leaves the liquid right under the skin, in like a bubble of skin. Like a boil, kind of. Anyway, the liquid is absorbed into the area or something, and if, on saturday, I have a mark on the skin that's greater than 10 millimeters, I've been exposed to tuberculosis (not a good thing).

Anyway, we (my mother came with me for it) came home, and I was watching tv waiting for my dad to get home before we decided what we were going to do for supper. My dad came in the room I was watching tv in, and asked me if I had a chance to dig up some roots from this cherry tree that he had cut down. I said that I hadn't, and he said to go out and do it right that moment, because he couldn't have pulled them up with the car.

So I went out and started getting the stuff I needed, and this hand trowel that I made in seventh grade (in metals class) was bent. The tip was turned over and then bent back, so there was like a wave in it. I went into the house, and asked who bent it. My dad said that he did. I said "ok," pissed, and walked out. He came out a minute later, and said "it was an accident. I apologize," but not in a way that was sincere or showed me that he cared.

I went over and started working on the roots, and about half an hour later, he came out and over to where I was working. I got up and walked towads the house. He asked if I was going in because he came out. "Yes." "well, then I'll go in." "fine" "why don't you want my help?" "because you don't care" "about what?" "never mind." "no, what?" "nothing!" "I won't be able to do anything if I don't know" "then you won't know" "that's a stupid thing to say! stupid, stupid, stupid!" He stalked in the house, and I kept working.

My mom and sister came home and while they were making supper, I finished up and went up to take a shower. I told them that I wasn't eating with them. After I took a shower, I went down and lied on the couch and watched tv. An hour or so later, my dad came into the room and said that we have an ant problem in the kitchen, and asked me if I had used a spatula for pizza yesterday and left it on the counter. I didn't say anything, and he kept asking louder and louder. Then he yelled at me to shut off the tv and asked me a few more times, and I still ignored him. He then walked away, and stomped around and I heard him walking around. I went to sleep for a few hours, then watched some more tv, then I came on the computer.

I hope he didn't do anything to my room.

Update: he didn't do anything, and he hasn't even said anything to my mom, and I'm still ignoring him. Because I hate him.

why the hell is this not working?

Ok, I had a huge blog entry typed out in here, but when I tried to publish it, it didn't work and I lost it. Now keep in mind, this is the longest post I've ever had on here. By like doubling the longest one before. This really sucks because I'm not going to retype it out again now. I don't have the time, nor do I wish to think about it over again. Because I had a really bad day, and, well, I'm not acknowledging the existance of my father right now. So that's how bad it is right now.

And I'm really pissed about losing that huge entry.

Eiffelburn and newMagic

So. I went over to the library to get a copy made of the picture of the Eiffel Tower after/before/during the fire that it had from last week's paper. I went over to where they have the old newspapers, and started to look through them (it didn't take that long because I knew the picture was on page A2 of whatever paper it was). I looked up, and guess who was over in the teen section, putting away books? Oh yes, you guessed it, Katie! What a surprise. I just tried to go through the papers as quickly as I could, and at some point she looked over and saw me, but I just saw that out of my peripheral vision. meh.

Anyway, then I went to the bank, and got there about one minute after they closed the lobby, so I went around to the drive-through, and got my slip and carp. Then, after filling it out, I went up to the window (the #1 one, the closest to the building) and there was a note on it saying "this lane not working, go to #2 or 3. I couldn't quite back up in my lane without not hitting someone (I found out after I tried a few times, I didn't hit anyone, but I didn't think I could get out safely), so I drove around the front, and got in line. But, by the time I got around, there were already people going through the #1 lane. That was not nice.

Anyway, so I went and got Dashboard Confessional - "The Swiss Army Romance" and The White Stripes - "Elephant." Elephant was $14.99, so I was happy, and Dashboard was $16.99, I think. Yes, I just checked my receipt, and that was right. I also went and got 11 packs of magic cards, which was nice.

I got home, and came on the computer and tried to listen to some Dashboard, but I couldn't be listening to music and be on or connect to the internet at the same time. Because God hates me.

darn you, fishy!

that's right, fishy. I played the game last night, thanks to someone online. Gah. Yeah, so I beat it today, but I can't stop playing it. It's a good game, try it.

Anyway, I just realized that since I'm on my own for supper, I can go out places. 'Tis good. I'm thinking Magic and new CDs. Mmm, fun.

life, in a scallop shell

Today, my sister's coming home from France. So my parents left to pick her up, and I have carp to do. Officemax called me today to let me know that all the positions have been filled. Thanks a carping lot. I mean, that was great. I had to go there yesterday just so they'd call me today to let me know that they suck. Well, they didn't say that, but I know that's what they meant. You know, listening between the lines and such. So I also have to go to the library (oh carp, library, Katie works there. I knew there was a reason I had a feeling against going there) and get a copy of a page from the newspaper from last week that has a picture of the Eiffel Tower after there was a fire on it, on one of the restaurants that is has. Gah. And, sometime this week, I need to clean my room (fat chance, because my room is really messy), dig up some roots from a tree my dad took down (because you know, he can't do it himself), and go to the bank and get a check for my tuition at Drew because my dad put the money into my account (because, again, he can't do it himself).

The milk smelled bad today when I went to make cereal. Well, not make, but combine cereal with milk in a bowl. So I had to eat my Apple Jacks (the new ones with blue carrots that are not carrot-flavored) dry. Well, I drank sprite with them.

I have a cut on the side of my tongue, and it's bothering me. It's back by my molars, and it keeps bothering me.

I've got to go do stuff now. Stupid stuff.

and, in a brilliant surprise, work farks me over again

Today at about one, I called Kristin, and there was no one there. again. During supper, she called, and said that since so many people quit at work, she was had to work today. And it turns out that her history teacher (who lives next door and is advisor to the Key Club [I think] was having her over to supper or something. So she couldn't go to a movie or anything tonight. And her grandparents are coming over for a few days, so it looks like this'll be it until maybe Thursday or Friday. Gah. Stupid work screws me even after I quit.

In other news, I went over to Officemax today, and asked about the status of my application. They said they'd call me tomorrow to set up an interview. This looks good.

In our continuing coverage of anything and everything that's fit to type that isn't too long (because I take lots of breaks from writing this blog, because I can't seem to concentrate on it for long), "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground" by White Stripes, is a really fun song to play on guitar. Which I play. Semi-well. I suppose. I mean, for only playing for a year. Without lessons. Hey, why the hell are you still reading this? it's time to stop. Also, it's time for me to stop typing or else I'l

wow, I'm getting lazy with my updating

Today, I didn't do much. I was made to do the lawn because my dad's annoying, then we went out for supper for his birthday, but he ruined it because he's an idiot. Like, he doesn't see anything wrong with his mother asking how much I got from certain people for graduation. Moron.

So my cousin called today trying to figure out if we could do something today, but my dad said that we were going out for supper for his birthday, and he didn't want my cousin coming along. Yet, he always bitches about how "family is important." Like when he said that my sister had to send my grandmother (his mother) a card from France; that it was her "obligation." But, she didn't pay for it. And he didn't mention anything about my other grandparents. So what's that farking all about? So basically, I couldn't do anything with my cousin today, which is jsut about the last day before he goes back to Massachussets.

Yeah, so I called my cousin a little after 8 to tell him that we couldn't do anything, but I left a message since no one picked up. Then I called Kristin because we still have to figure out what we're doing tomorrow (I'm thinking of a movie, because that seems like a pretty good place to take her, and such). Since she hasn't called me back, I assume she's not calling me tonight. So I have to call her tomorrow. I hope it's still on...the way I want it to be on.

Too tired to think of a title

First of all, I don't want to hear that this is messing up the flow of titles I've had recently. Recently being like 6 posts. Yes, I counted. Anyway, I didn't feel like updating. Anyway, I called Kristin yesterday, and we're going to do something monday. Maybe I'll look at what movies are playing. Because I'm not quite sure what to do. Feh. I need to get gas for my car. I'm at 370 miles on this tank. I wanted to hit 400 so I could say that I got 400 miles on a tank of gas. Oh well.
Anyway, today was my last day at work. Which makes me happy, but it was annoying when people kept being really overly nice to me. I mean, I wasn't staying no matter what, so I really didn't want to be told by this 50-year old lady that all I had to do was "sit around and look gorgeous." I walked faster bringing the garbage out. And then when I brought up a few books that were strewn around the store up to the book section, and gave them to the person there to put away, she said "oh zack!" like she was annoyed that I didn't know where they went, and then she said "we should make you a saint. but not yet, me first." Stupid people.
Yeah, so I'm glad that I'm out of there.
That's more than likely it.
Oh, I went bowling today and really jumped the shark in the middle of the second of three (or four, I forget) games. My best score was a 122. We were standing outside in the parking lot talking for a while, and then a cop pulled up and told us that we had to go inside or leave. So we left. ha. that'll teach them.
Of course, I'm awake now. darn circadian cycle.

boxes and digits

Well, today was a very nervewracking day. First off, I had to tell Kim (my boss) that I didn't want to take the cashier position. That was better than I thought, because she just asked me if it was "yes or no." I said "no" and that was that. So, it was better for most of the day, but then by the end of the day, I had to ask Kristin to go out. Because, she wouldn't be at work for the next two days, and Friday is my last day. So, by the time 5:00 came around, I was rather nervous about it, especially when I had just seen that she was at the front counter, and I didn't want to ask her in front of the other people at the counter. So I killed a few minutes, and to make a long story short, I got her phone number.

It was a good day.

quitting and fudge

Today, at work, I handed in my resignation to my supervisor, and she asked me if it was the date I was leaving. I said that it was, knowing that she thought it was going to be somewhat later than it was (I put Friday as my last day). She came back in later and had me come up to her office to talk about it. She said that she understood why it's frustrating, and said that she would hate to have me leave. And carp. So she said that she'd like me to consider switching over to cashier. I don't really want to, but I said I'd tell her my answer tomorrow. So then when I went out, everyone already knew. It was kind of annoying. Anyway, I went and got to make fudge from like 12 to when I left. It was nice, because Kristin was working in the bake shop (where I was making fudge) so I got to talk to her for the whole day. :-D

So yeah, today was kind of annoying, but I don't know. I don't think I'm going to stay there. gah.

Now and before now

Anyway, Officemax called me already and said that they had several positions that they had to fill, so they'd look into what they could do. and carp. Because Strawberries doesn't have any openings, and it's too late in the summer for Dunkin' Donuts. And I don't want to work at that boating place next to Officemax. Whatever it is. I think it has "blue" in its name. Or "ocean." maybe it's called "blue ocean." How the hell would I know?

Anyway, after my dad made me get off the computer and mow the lawn, he (of course) went on the computer for a while. idiot. Yeah, that's probably enough for now.

I just realized that the header of this messes up the pattern I've got going. Therefore, I would like to change it to

Now and beforenow

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Thank you for your time. I now return you to your regularly scheduled reading of the posts below this.

jobsearch and lawncutting

Today my mother and I went looking for a job. for me. Which is good. I'll fill you in more later.

Because now my dad's making me go mow the lawn. I don't know what he's doing, but I bet it's sitting at the table reading the paper. or a magazine. punque. Finish this later.

Sand and Coconuts

I still smell like suntan lotion even after I took a shower. Eight hours ago.

Magic and Kayak

Today I hung out with my cousin. He's 15, and he normally lives up in Massachusetts, but he's staying with his grandparents for a few weeks, so I drove over to Groton Long Point today and picked him up. On the way back, we stopped at Linmar (a card shop), and bought some Magic stuff. We came back to my house and then took my mom's and sister's kayaks out into the cove. We paddled up to the waterfall, then took out and put back in above the waterfall, then paddled over to the bridge on Rope Ferry Road before the Fire station. Then we went back. It was a good time, especially the muck fight. We went out to supper, then we drafted (magic term) and played a few games before I brought him back home.

It's depressing, when I think about how smart he is and how his mother isn't letting him really reach what he can do, because his life isn't stable enough. They move around a bit, and his mother isn't quite all there...gah, it's depressing.

Well, other than that, today was one of the best I've had all summer. Whee.

Life as I Know It

I've had a pretty bad three days. I don't particularly want to rehash it here. Or much of anywhere, other than to just say it hasn't been good. I will say that the people in charge at work really suck. Like, there were no shipments today, so I had nothing to do.

Anyway, my mother and I have decided that I'm going to look for a new job for a month or so. so, if anyone has any suggestions, let me know.

Or if anyone wants to do something this weekend (and by "weekend," I mean "Sunday and Monday") let me know.

I feel like crap. and everyone should know.

my life really sucks right now. I'm hoping that some of the RLA can go bowling (preferably something else, but I'm not in the mood to argue) tomorrow night. it's good with matt, and maybe we'll go alone or some shit like that. Maybe I'll be in a better mood than pool. that'd be nice.

I'm out.

someone doesn't know how to order stock

We got a ton of carp today at work. Like three shipments. it was annoying. Oh, about a week ago, someone seeded the store with a bunch of material trying to convert people to Christianity. It was funny. I picked up about 7 of them. 'Twas amusing.
So, today was depressing because of the sheer mass of stuff. Then Eric started cleaning up the stockroom (something he's never done before) about half an hour before it was time to leave. So I had to look busy for that half hour. it was annoying. Gosh carp it.

Yeah, I should get off soon...I have stuff to mail and I have to write a letter to my sister, who's in France for a month, and...uh...I have to make lunch for tomorrow and remember to put a drink in it.

gbert/quentin "I give myself an hour" mcalmott

Variety store makes for a various day

Today was a rather good day at work. I did some stuff around the stockroom, and then after lunch I was sent over to the Variety store for the afternoon. The variety store is basically a smaller gift shop, except it's in the grounds (i.e. the only people that get in are people that paid to get in the museum. Well, Steve (my boss' boss) was there, and he's really zealous. He works fast and he gives me three things to do at once. Oh well, after he left, it slowed down nicely. I also got out to see the Sea Dogs exhibit. It was ok. meh. I'm going to go now and make tomorrow's lunch and eat something. But more than likely not at the same time.

work tomorrow makes me not have fun

Today I didn't do much at all. I was online for a while (posted a new topic on se-ct), and then I went to the bank for stuff. I got a new bank card because my old one has my mom's name on it because it's a custodial account. So there. I watched some more tv went on the computer and that's about it.

next time I wash a car, I'm getting paid

Today, I woke up pretty late, like 11:30. Did some random stuff, watched tv, then my dad said I should wash my car. So I did, after bitching for a while. Then he said that "it would be nice" if I washed my mom's car also. I really didn't feel like it. But I did anyway. So then after supper, he told me to wash it again because "it didn't come out well." Bastage. So I did, then I pointed out that there was a bolt loose on my mom's car to him. Then he couldn't figure out anything, so I pointed out (after looking at the page in the book he already was looking at) that the bolts were actually plastic bolt covers. But we couldn't get the thing off that needed to come off, because there was no slot where it said there was supposed to be a slot.

yeah...that's all.

gbert/quentin "in Soviet Russia, car washes you!" mcalmott

long time, no post

Heh. Sorry it's been so long since I updated, but I've been busy.

Work has sucked in the past few days. I've gotten a lot of stuff and haven't been able to clear out the floor since tuesday or wednesday.
I've been annoyed at some of the customers, that think that I'm there only to help them, no matter how trivial or easy the thing is that I have to do. Thursday, a lady came up to me holding a dog stamp and asked me if we had any "newfies." I told her "I'm sorry, we don't have any more." She said "oh, because I was looking for some Newfies for my sister. She has two of them at her house." I was glad she told me, because that way I'd feel better about not caring. I then proceeded to put away more of the stuffed animals I was working with. About 10 seconds after she left, she came back, telling me "look! you do have more." She had moved a stuffed dog to find a bucket of the stamps. One stuffed dog to find a one-foot tall vivid red bucket. I had assumed that she had looked around where she found the one stamp. But she hadn't. I said "oh," and then moved on to finish the stuffed animals. She then came back to me, and, annoyed, asked me to move the bucket down onto the floor so she could look at it, because "it was too heavy for her." The bucket was all of two feet off the floor. And, a boy that looked like her son was standing right behind her, watching this. I moved the bucket down onto the floor. It weighed all of 10 or 15 pounds. Gah.

Anyway, yesterday sucked. Work was fine. It was busy, but it was ok. Anyway, I got home, and I felt tensed for a few hours. I was nervous about nothing specific. I was planning to go play pool with a few friends, and my mom said I had to go take all the clothes in my closet and fold them and put them away. I did, but then my mom came in and yelled at me because I had clothes in my drawers. But I had done all the clothes in my closet, even folded and put them away. Then she left, and I just felt like crap. Everything hit me, how I'm wasting my summer working, and nothing seems to be worth the effort. So I went out and went to FYE and got Green Day "Kerplunk" and Goo Goo Dolls "(actually, I forgot the album title, but it's the one with "slide" and "broadway" on it)."

Today work sucked, but I brought Stephanie and her sister to the fireworks and then to East Lyme High to talk to some people. It was decent.

Mood:tired, happy that I had a semi-decent day
Music:what the carp? I don't listen to music while I watch tv!

Bitching about Work

Today really sucked. First off, I forgot my lunch after I ate breakfast. I think me eating breakfast threw me off enough so that I forgot to grab my lunchbox. So by the time I got to work, I was already annoyed. There weren't too many boxes there, but of course, the people that bring stuff brought a crapload. I wanted to punch the lady that brought in the stuff. She kept making stupid jokes and shit. Then she started telling me to just work and crap. Like, talking down to me. There was a ton of stuff there. Almost as much as yesterday. Only today, no one helped me because we had more people and Kristin wasn't there, and I think she's really the only one that seems to care. So I was feeling pretty crappy, and then my mother brought my lunch. That was probably the worst part of the day. So then I did some more work, and I was feeling a bit better after lunch. So the day is over, and I want to do something, but that doesn't seem to be working out. Fark it all.

so many damn hats

So anyway, at work today, I came in after two days off, and there was two huge piles of boxes...more than I've ever had before. So, Kristin helped me for the morning with all the stuff. We got almost everything put away and stuff. Then, at one, I went to lunch, and about five minutes before my lunch was up, she came in and told me that I wouldn't be happy. They delivered another bunch of stuff, almost as big as the first one. Now, both times, the piles were six feet tall. Six feet of hats and stuffed dogs and liquid soap in plastic animal shapes.

So, when I got back, Kristin told me that she had to go back to the cash register (because she's actually a cashier, not a stock person, because I'm the only one). So she did, and (thank God), in half an hour, she came back and told me that she could help me. So we worked for the next three hours and got almost everything done by the time I had to leave. Thankfully, she stayed for another two hours (because she works the four 10-hour days referenced in the last entry) and (I assume) finished everything. So, the two of us spent the whole day doing something that I'm supposed to do by myself. It's kinda unfair.

If Sunday Afternoon sucks, then Sunday Night sucks even more

I'm not looking forward to five straight days of work. This is really not looking good. Most of the other people there are now working 10-hour days, so they only work four days a week, rather than working five 8-hour days. I work the 8-hour days, and I'm not sure if it's worth it. I get paid the same either way, so feh. But maybe if I had three days off a week, it'd be better. If I worked 10-hour days, I'd get off work at 7. Getting out at 5 means that I can do something after, whereas 7 would really cut down on it. Ah, screw it. I'd rather work 4 8-hour days and not get paid as much, because I don't really need the money. Or maybe work five 6-hour days. That sounds good, because a lot of the time at work I'm just looking for something to do.

Is anyone reading this? AIM: quentin mcalmott or email: zckanfer@lycos.com

Sunday afternoon sucks

Yes, I know that many of you will notice that this is, in fact, not being posted on Sunday afternoon. It's being posted on Monday afternoon. However, this is my Sunday afternoon, being the second of two consecutive days off work. So it's Sunday for me.

I had to bring my mother to the doctor's today because she has a sinus infection and she didn't want to drive. So then we went to Dairy Queen for a slushie. And then we went to CVS for the meds, and the lady there was annoying. Oh well.

I'm watching All Access: Celebrity Weddings, and I have a question. When the hell did one of the Hanson brothers (the middle one) get married?

Antagonism, pt. II

So, about an hour after the post before this, my dad comes in and asks me if I would prefer pizza, go out for chinese, or KFC. I told him chinese food, and he said to "tell him when I'm ready, but not too long." I figure this to mean that I should finish up relatively soon. I heard him go and sit down in a chair in the living room, in front of the tv.

About two minutes later, my mom comes in the room and tells me to get ready, because they're "waiting for me." I told her that my dad said to tell him when I was ready, and she told me to get ready. Goddamn it, it's all farking unfair. I'm abiding by what I'm told, but apparently I can't do that.

So then we went out to supper and I didn't eat much, because my stomach was hurting, so I'm hungry again now, and then I had to come home and mow the lawn so I could do something tomorrow.

I hate my life.

Antagonism at its finest

Why does it seem like people are just out to piss me off today? I just went out to talk to my mother, and at the end of the conversation, I asked her if she had moved over the clothes in the washer into the dryer, because I had washed clothes and forgotten to put them in the dryer. She started giving me an attitude instead of simply telling me that she hadn't. Then she asked my "why I was asking her." It makes more sense to me to spend five seconds asking a question as opposed to walking all the way over to the dryer and checking it. I don't get life.

godfuckingdamnit

Why do people never say their last name when they IM me and I don't know who they are? It's "oh, this is james" or "I'm Steve" when I know more than one person with that name. And then I always think it's the other person, so I talk to them like it's not them.

goddamn it.

What brings this up is two situations: the first was just a minor annoyance, and it's fine, but the second is pissing me off. So I'll just tell you about this new situation. Katie (my ex)'s brother just IMd me, saying it was "andy." Now, I thought it was Andy Makepeace because I was just talking to his brother the other day, so it would make sense that he would IM me. But no, it's not Andy Makepeace, it's Katie's brother. And, of course, I don't want to talk to goddamn Andy, because I don't want to talk to Katie. Ever.

And then he's trying to get me and her back together. Goddamn it. And he keeps getting new sns when I block him and IMing me. he doesn't farking get it.

And now my DeadAIM doesn't seem to be saving my convos in the same file that they were in before. before, the end file was named "quentin mcalmott", and now it's named "quentinmcalmott". So that means that I have to go to two files to find what used to be in one file. can someone help me with this? Anyone that knows stuff about DeadAIM, IM me for help.

I'm so pissed right now.

This morning

yay! Parents away. For a little bit, anyway. So that means!...I can go on the computer. Whoo. Heh, and I'm not even looking at porn or anything. You know what I'm doing? Deleting spam and unsubscribing from the "generic Viagra" bulkmail list. Like I ever get a chance to use any.

I meah, I like my spam filter, but I don't quite trust it yet to give me what I want it to, because I haven't gone through and made a whitelist. That would be really helpful. Then I'd be able to just check it once a week or so and make sure I wasn't missing something that I need. But, once I did that, I don't think I would remember to go back and check it. You know, get out of the rhythm. Or something.

So anyway, I got up today before noon. That's probably a record or something. For me.

Why the hell am I watching ET on VH1? I really don't care about the Abercrombie and Fitch catelog. Or Jennifer Lopez's clothing. gad carp it.

Ok, I'm out to go do more crap on the internet. Later.

"Why the hell am I still on?" you may ask.

Force of Habit

Usually, on weekends, I stay up until 2 in the morning on the internet, so I feel as though I should now, even though I should get offline and go to sleep. Because I need sleep. Sleep is good, plus I was tired at work 10 or 11 hours ago. But I'm not really tired now. Stupid Circadian cycles. Mess me up all the time. Or maybe I mess them up all the time. Could be that. You know, the staying online and such until 2 in the morning causes me to not be tired now. Meh.

Because I can

I've worked for four days straight, and I want to have some time to myself. No, not for that. You people are disgusting. I want to do something that I want to do, not something that I have to do for work or preparing for work or getting to bed at a decent time for work. Dammit. I want some farking power for myself.

I'm too lazy to get offline

Even though I'm not having fun, I'm still online because it's easier than getting offline and sneaking upstairs to bed.

stupid mp

I have to go catch up on some posts at se-ct. He went on a posting rampage today.

I'm out. IM me at quentinmcalmott if you see this.

Why I think Blink 182 is an underrated band

They wrote a song about Princess Leia (Star Wars) without saying "lay ya."

First post

Hi and welcome. I'm not going to describe myself because everyone that's going to read this for a while is someone who knows me.
So, let me start this off by bitching about my job, because that's what's on my mind right now. I'm working 40 hours a week, but I'm not really happy about that. I have to try to see whether I can get some time off.
But the thing I want to know is, how much Christmas stuff does one need in July? Not even just stuff that's on sale, stuff we're actively getting in. I set up a Christmas tree the other day. What the fark is up with this? And then I had to go crawling around in the cardboard dumpster today. Yeah, that sucked. Plus there was a ton of glitter in there. stupid glitter. And I'm not even going back to capitalize that last sentance. ha, what now?
Well, I'm going to go try and find out what other stuff I can do with this.