I'm too lazy to have friends(I'm too lazy period.)

I was walking home from 7-11 when a caucasian guy in his early twenties pulled over and asked me for directions. I honestly didn't know where he wanted to go, so I just made up fake directions and told him to make a bunch of right and left turns just to get things moving. After a few minutes of me lying and pretending I knew what I was talking about, I said "goodbye" and started walking away. I got about 30 feet away from him, until he ran up to me and said,

"Hey, I'm actually here from L.A. to visit friends and I was wondering if you would like to hang out this weekend."

Poor guy. He was even panting from running that excruciating 30 feet. It was a little awkward. I was carrying a heavy paper bag of groceries while standing in front of this sweaty man, trying to come up with a firm but polite excuse to get out of the situation. But nothing too "firm" and bitchy that he'll get mad, stalk me, and chop up my body in a thousand little pieces or something.

"Umm... uhhh... well...." I said, while looking at the heavens for help.

"Oh.. well, you're probably busy" he replied, getting the hint.

"Yeah, I kind of am.. I guess." I sighed with relief.

As I walked away, I thought about what I was going to do today: clean the house, eat cookie dough, and play games online. Otherwise a very productive day. I mean, I don't think I ever could have made time to hang out with that stranger. I'm just too "busy" to make time to meet new friends.

Then, earlier today, my brother's friend called my house and asked for me. And not for my brother. Which I thought was odd, because the only socializing we do is the occasional "Hi" and "Bye" when he would come to visit my brother.

He asked me if I wanted to go to the mall with him--which I again, I thought was odd. So I sat on my couch, cookie dough in one hand and the wireless phone in the other, telling him, "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm going somewhere later today and I have to get ready to leave in like 20 minutes."

After I hung up, I watched another three hours of Sex in the City in my pink and blue piggy pajamas. Afterwards, I took a two hour nap and read my book for about an hour and a half.

I am going to die as a sad, lonely, old hag.

Anyways, good news! After working 12 or so hours at Gottchalks (basically all of it was just training for the job), I quit! The training days were last week on the 12th, with the cashier training the day after. After training, I was supposed to start work the following day, but since my mother accidentally threw away my work permit, I wasn't allowed to work. But, being the stubborn person that I was, I showed up for work hoping they'd forget about my work permit situation. Alas, the ugly old woman who hired me caught me after 30 minutes of me stumbling around the register and forgetting to take out the censors in everyone's clothes because the bitches I was working with weren't helping me at all--which really, really pissed me off. Pam (the manager) asked me if I had my permit, and when I told her I didn't, she told me to go home.

After I walked away like some bitchy diva, I said to myself, "Fuck these guys, I'm quitting."

And I did. The funny part is, I got $90 for getting trained for that position, and I only 'officially' worked for the company for a full thirty minutes. In which I messed up about sixty times.

My next job "adventure" is at Coldstone Creamery, starting with tommorow's audition. I don't know why they call their interviews auditions, but I guess since you're required to sing, that they'll make you sing some random song instead of getting asked lame questions like, "So, what are your strengths and weaknesses?" or something. Sounds like fun.