Yeah, so I have work again today. This will be my 11th day straight of working. Yeah. Pity me.
The worst part is, I went to the doctor yesterday, they did some x-rays on my leg, and I have a stress fracture, just found out like fifteen minutes ago. So, I work today, I'm off tomorrow and that's when I get a boot put on. Oh yippee. I'm not sure if they'll want me to work anymore if I look like a handicapper.
It's one of those removable ones though...So maybe I'll just take it off for work or something, who knows.
What was the name of Alyssa's legthingymabobber? Sofia? Haha.Current Music: Me texting. |
20 days 'till Panama City, heck yes.
Anyways, yeah, I spent 6 hours in the stockroom today. SUUUUCCCKKKSSS. 4 of those hours I spent listening to Jerry Seinfeld, Dane Cook and Brian Regan. Good stuff. Plus Sean/Shawn/Shaun/Shean however you spell his name, because I don't know how to (he's the store manager), played a few of his mixed cds that had some pretty good stuff (i.e. old Metallica, The Verve Pipe, Incubus, etc etc) on it. So I'm going to make a mix and play it for him. OMG, IT'S LIKE TRADING MIXTAPES. HOW ROMANTIC.
Yeah...Moving on.
Hungry Howie's in like...now. Frickin' sweet. That stuff's crazy delicious. I think I'm gonna chill at home tonight...again. Yeah. I'm a true playa fo real. WHATS UP PS2...I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU SINCE LIKE...this morning.
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Yeah, I worked 40 hours in 6 days. And I'm going to make it 46 hours tomorrow. It's almost like a full time job, but hey, I don't have spring break every week.
I seriously am starting to like it there (there=Hollister), it's so chill. Plus the suckiest manager turned in her two weeks notice a week ago. Haha, pwned.
I have to say, I seriously miss her. No, not the manager. My girlfriend, Lauren. Going a month without being/holding hands/cuddling with someone you care about is definetely taxing.
I feel like stabbing 95% of the customers that choose the music at Hollister in the eye with an unsharpened pencil. "LET'S CHOOSE LIKE EVERY SINGLE BLINK 182 SONG THAT IS IN THE DATABASE, HAHA, YEAH, THEY'RE GOOD!!"
But yeah, they forget the fact that the playlist is backed up like four hours... By other idiots like themselves that choose a million Red Hot Chili Peppers songs or a million Franz Ferdinand songs. I like RHCP, and I'm down with some occasional FF, but when the urge to force a dull, unused writing utensil into someone's ocular orfaces arises, it's gone too far. It makes me appreciate my liking for rap, because that doesn't get played, so I don't get as sick of it.
Oh, note: just saw V For Vendetta. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Yeah...Saw it with my parents. Mock me if you will. I don't mind.Current Music: Cadillacs on 22s by David Banner |
It would be really nice to go to Mississippi next weekend.
Oh, and my next paycheck is going to be well over 300 dollars.
If I figured correctly. Because my last one was like 8 bucks.
hahahahahahha.Current Music: 'Til I Hear It From You by Gin Blossoms |
I officially work at Hollister.
Yesterday was my third day, and I stood up for six and a half hours covering the dressing rooms. (By the way, from the hours three to six thirty, the rooms are packed) from like seven on, there's not too many people wanting to try stuff on. I think by then the common thought process is (oh, this is cute, it should fit, I'll buy it).
Oh and the ratio of girls to guys trying stuff on is 9537042803802:1.
I found that interesting.
Annnnnnnnyways. I think Betsy stole my iPod USB cable. NOT COOL. NOT COOL AT ALL.
Also, weightlifting has definetely turned into the main thing I look forward to in the day. I find it to be quite stress-relieving and beneficial, as well. I'd go for a swim and lay out, but it's a little chilly. Which is definetely not cool, because it's March. Twenty-fourth, at that. Almost April. COME ONNNNNNN. Warm the ^$#* up.
OH. Things to do:
1. See V For Vendetta
2. See Thank You For Smoking
3. Buy The Devil Wears Prada cd.
4. Go skimboarding with Tyke (crazy kid from school, pretty chill)
5. Get my leg checked out, it's been killing me.
6. Lay out. Do more ab workouts.
7. Buy more clothes.
Yeah. That's about it, I think. Sorry for the large spans of time that I don't update.
And tonight, (well, actually right now) I'm going to go rent "Black" the game and rent K-PAX with Kevin Spacey. Watched like half an hour of it in Philosophy, and I'm really interested in it.
Peace.Current Music: Humming of the PC |
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The pool is just a little cold.
Mar. 11th, 2006 @ 01:09 pm
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the guitar on Cadillacs on 22s by David Banner. It's so catchy. Yes, I'm aware the song is quite old. But the guitar...so frickin' catchy.
"Cadillacs on 22s...
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice
And mack these beats and
Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets..."
I love that last line, haha.
Feb. 26th, 2006 @ 03:14 pm
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I go through phases of ignoring LJ.
Not cool.
Just updating, to get back in the groove.
Feb. 23rd, 2006 @ 10:16 pm
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I'm really hating Personal Fitness followed by weightlifting. It's like, "Hey, let's make Matt smell bad which will help ruin his chance of making friends!"
Yeah, you may suggest dropping Personal Fitness, but no, it's required. You might also suggest dropping Weightlifting, but no, I can't have two study halls. So I have to put up with it.
But I'm definetely taking Advanced Weightlifting next year. 'Cause I'm hardcore like that.
Also, input needed:
I'm thinking about putting my Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, "Hide From Your TV" and "You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war." (That quote is from Einstein, and his face is on it as well) stickers on my electric.
Should I?
Jan. 30th, 2006 @ 05:15 pm
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Nothing like watching Zoolander and Anchorman in one night. Or going to lunch the next day with Alayne, and when I started to get of the car she said, "No, no, sit, sit! I have something to tell you."
ME (sitting down, again) -"And what's that?"
HER -"What are you doing March 10? It's in like a year and a half."
ME -"Idunno. What day is it?"
HER -"It's a Friday."
ME -"Well, why?"
HER -"Will you go to Barnyard with me?"
ME -"UH, PSHYEAH!" (It might've not been that exclamatory, but it should've been)
So yeah, definetely the highlight of the trip.
+Oh, plus climbing out of Chad's car's window (literally, climbed out, Chad will attest to it), to give Hayley a hug. Good stuff.
I might be coming back next weekend as well, there was some stuff my dad didn't get done. I might help a little more this time. (I did roll his entire room, the first coat. Which took like an hour.)
Peace out.
Jan. 29th, 2006 @ 09:57 am
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I guess this is my last official day of living here.
I'm not ashamed to admit I've cried about 3 times today. Like, not just tears, but like runny nose and everything.
Yeah. I'm lame.
Jan. 21st, 2006 @ 01:08 pm
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So I get home with two arby's roast beef sandwhiches in my hand, and a coke in the other, and go to sit down at the computer to check up on facebook, myspace, email and good 'ole LJ and some people who were taking our computer desk, had attempted to take it, and left all the computer stuff lying all over the ground (i.e. monitor, subwoofer, PC, cable modem, speakers, keyboard, mouse and an array of wires). I have to say, I hooked up the monitor, PC, modem, mouse and keyboard in a record breaking 5 minutes. Plus I sorted through all the wires while it was booting up. Of course, I said "SCREW IT!" to the speakers and subwoofer, they don't matter for the next three days.
Yeah, so I did that, and I tried to call TJ to start arranging a movie-going group, I called Kyle, he couldn't go, TJ couldn't go (come to think of it, I should've called Chad, but it's too late now), Bethany and Tiffany were the only two that were gonna go, so I said forget it, it's not worth driving to D'Iberville for just us three, plus I would've felt awkward, like maybe they would think I had set it up that way (which I really hadn't).
OH YEAH! So this weekend was moving stuff to Niceville, which I wasn't looking forward to, plus we have some stuff left, so we need to load a bunch of stuff into my truck and the Avalanche on Friday/Saturday, I get to spend some good quality time with my dad (oh happy day). But, we got everything unloaded and today, after we ate at Joe's Crab Shack (which I vow to go to never again, it's way too commercial, they definetely try way too hard to make it personable, kind of like Red Lobster or Olive Garden), got to the house and I heard some band playing, right down the street. So I put a tshirt on (don't want to go walking into a garageband's domain wearing a teal polo, just doesn't bode well), and walked down, figured out where it was coming from (a shed behind a house) and walked home. Like ten minutes later when I didn't hear the music anymore, I walked down there saw some creepy blonde kid standing with a creepy girl on the street and asked him if he had just been playing, here's the dialogue:
ME: "Hey, sorry to interrupt you and your girl here, but were you just playing?"
CREEPYGUY: "Oh, no, that was Caleb's band."
ME: "Oh, alright, yeah, I just moved in down the street, and heard the music, so I was like 'Hey, I'll come check it out'. Is it alright if I walk back there?"
CREEPYGUY: "Oh they're inside now."
(Three guys and two girls come walking outside, I start walking away, none of them had acknowledged me)
RANDOMGUYYELLING: "Dude, did we suck THAT bad?"
ME(turning around walking back): "No, not really, not THAT bad."
(They laugh)
They asked me if I play anything, I replied with guitar and I have a snare, and they told me I should come by next time they practice, which they said would be Wednesday, but I'll be in Long Beach then, so I guess when I'm back in town and I see them at school I'll ask 'em or hear them down the street I'll drop by.
Got my room set up at the new house, it's not so bad. Glad I left the acoustic here, I hope to get some songwriting done.
I think I might be staying here in Long Beach on Friday, and for like three or four hours I have nothing to do so if anyone wants to hang out in an empty house (except for one computer, a tv, a ps2, a guitar, a chair and two sleeping bags) let me know, haha.
Jan. 16th, 2006 @ 09:00 pm
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CDs.
Common - "Be"
Eric Clapton - "Best Of"
Jack Johnson - "Thicker Than Water" soundtrack from a film he did.
they are currently being uploaded to my iPod.
Jan. 7th, 2006 @ 04:48 pm
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So if you're on myspace, you should check out these artists:
1. Buck 65.
2. MSTRKRFT
3. Fecal Food (some 16-17 year old guy playing acoustic and having a few synthesized sounds, it's not too bad, interesting stuff)
4. We Are Scientists (saw them a while back on Advanced Warning, a show on MTV, I typically don't watch MTV but flipping channels and saw them, listened for a while, liked 'em, saw them as a featured profile and my love for them has been renewed)
Hm. There's been more, but I can't remember it all. The most interesting is Buck 65. It's a guy from France who emcees in English, and one song is exclusively French. Good stuff. Good beats. Good guitar.
I started writing my paper, but then I realized wordpad sucks, we don't even have wordperfect, so I'm staying after school tomorrow and writing it there. I'm such a procrastinator.
Oh, and my iPod is pretty much one of the greatest things that's ever happened to me. Working in class, iPod. Sitting in class doing nothing, iPod. Bored, games on iPod whilst listening to DMB jammin' like a mug. I enjoy it profusely.
Jan. 5th, 2006 @ 08:18 pm
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My mom keeps nagging me about writing my research paper.
But I don't feel like it, so I might write it tomorrow. If I feel like it.
Tennessee Williams is one of the worst playwrights ever, and "The Glass Menagrie" is quite simply the worst thing I've ever read (except some of you people's updates, and mine). Chad & I are going to rewrite it, how it should've been written.
James D. O'Connor will be Shamas Delaney O'Finnigan, since T.Williams is such a stuck up profiling fascist. Shamas will also turn out to NOT be the Shamas both Laura and Tom (whose name will be simply "Workhorse") knew in high school. This Shamas is actually a deranged stalker and serial killer who has an obsession with shy crippled girls and southern mothers.
Yep.
I'm going to hell.
Jan. 3rd, 2006 @ 09:40 pm
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Did the outline and thesis last night, got the perfect score today.
Marcia was like "Psychoactive drugs were used in the Salem Witch Trials?!" and I was all "Well, in a way, you'll see." She seems excited, so that means I have to write it well. Crap.
Anyways, chillin' in Channel One in the house of French, when 4th starts I think me and Chad are just gonna go hang out at my house for a while, I dunno. We'll find something to do though, I mean, to leave.
Pppeeeaaacceeeee.
Dec. 16th, 2005 @ 11:26 am
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passed out in first block in the big blue chair, and when I woke up, my feet were up in another chair, and I was covered in blankets.
I love the Astaff kids in first block.
So I've probably slept about...10 hours collectively today. I didn't go to sleep until one this morning to start with.
And I wasn't scheduled to work today, so I didn't miss that, which is good. Because I need mooooooney.
So..tired..
Dec. 6th, 2005 @ 06:41 pm
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I made a 26 on the ACT. I was shooting for a 21 or a 22.
34 on the reading section.
21 on math.
29 on english.
Smarter than I expected. Thank you ACT for recommending guessing.
Oh, I broke the curse. I drove to Walgreen's, and didn't hit anyone in the parking lot. Yeehaw.
Nov. 21st, 2005 @ 03:40 pm
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I tried to avoid an accident, and therefore created one. Shoot me now?
I got a citation for not having my insurance with me (I actually don't have it, yet), and it's $566.54 of damage to the Tahoe I dented, scraped and knocked flare off of. Goodbye a month's work paycheck. And that's not including the damage to my truck. My dad will definetely not stand for me driving around with a dent and scrapes and another vehicle's paint on it. Screw you obsessive compulsive disorder.
Good news is, I couldn't have screwed up a nicer guy's car. :D!
He's not reporting it to his insurance yet, and he's letting me pay for it, therefore keeping my insurance rate down. Kyle was in the car, and he knew I was lucky whenever the dude walked up and was wearing a big 'ole cross neckalace and had a Christian fish on the back of his SUV. So no cuss-outs and threats. Cool.
I have to admit that I really just wanted to drive off, pretend it never happened, but how the hell would I explain to my parents? They'd be even more pissed off. So I just put the truck in park and sat there, half in the aisle of Walgreen's. HELL YEAH! Since it was on private property, they can't officially call it an "accident" which really helped out too! I got off lucky.
So yeah.
Things to do:
1. Instate my insurance.
2. Work like mad-crazy.
3. Pay that dude this upcoming Wednesday.
4. Get my truck an estimate from this awesome body-work guy I know named Warren.
5. See Walk the Line on Friday night.
Yeah. I don't update for three days and see what happens?
Nov. 16th, 2005 @ 05:09 pm
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3-9 tonight.
I've realized nothing is open after 9 o'clock I've realized.
So even if I wanted to get some food BESIDES McDonald's, I'd have to drive to Hattiesburg or some crap. That sucks.
Taco Bell, yesterday. It was fricking amazing. That was the first time in like three weeks. Thank you creator of the steak taco, you're my hero.
I think my parents are cooking hamburgers for lunch. Do they NOT realized where I work?!?! I do believe I'll politely decline and go get Arby's.
Peace out, chillunz.
Nov. 13th, 2005 @ 01:07 pm
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