MoTHER FUCKER

Song of the moment: Nothing by Nobody


All thieves in the world must DIE. Motherfuckers. I just bought three brand new books today, and while I was at the Boardwalk (personal reasons), I take my eyes off the brown paper bag I had my brand new, very interesting books and BAM! It's stolen. I was freaking out looking all over the place for that worn-out brown paper bag, but nothing. I even speed-walked all over the Boardwalk looking for it, using my eagle eyes, I tried to look for the fucker who stole it. I swear to god, if I found that cocksucker, I would have jumped on top of him/her and beat his/her ass until he/she cried auntie.

Ugh. I know you're probably thinking, "Bitch please. Stop obsessing about your stupid books and go buy three new ones." I know, I know.... I just love my books. And those 3 particular books seemed really interesting, not to mention one of them is a sequel to another book I've read, which I was actually really excited about. BAH. I'm still bitter. It doesn't help that I'm PMSing right now. Thinking about my period coming off is just pissing me even more. I have being a girl sometimes.

Anyways, I should probably started talking about what happened before that shit-faced thief stole my preciiooouussssssss books. Here it goes, my first real "journal post" in months:


I went to the doctor's this morning because my mom wants to get me checked up before I leave for the Philippines. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I'm leaving for Manila in two and half weeks. I'm really excited, seeing as I haven't been there since I moved here, which was 10 long, excruciating years ago. Anyways, back to my day--I get checked up, and after waiting for a half an hour just to hear my mom and Dr. Greenstreet talk about my family, and the doctor's family, and this and that--you know, old lady stuff. Greenstreet mentions the danger of Maleria in South East Asia and prescribed medication for me to take once a day starting two days before I leave, a month while I'm away, and a week when I get back. I leave for the Philippines on the 2nd of August and get back on the 30th, so if you're keeping track, that's 38 pills. After Greenstreet gives me the prescription paper, she also brings up that I should get a Hepatitis something shot just in case. After talking to my mom for another half an hour, she brings in her assistant with the shot.

Ugh. I hate shots. But then again, who doesn't? I'll tell you one thing... not everyone screams like a little 4-year old girl when they get one. The stupid assistant girl didn't even give me a fucking warning and POCKED me with the needle. I was really alarmed, and out of reflex, I let out a short, yet loud and highly pitched scream which scared my mom and the assistant than the needle scared me. I actually almost bent the needle when I jumped and almost hit the roof. It was embarassing, yet funny at the same time and I couldn't help myself but laugh. My mom scolded me about laughing when we got back to the car, and even assumed I screamed on purpose just to piss them off.

After leaving the doctor's office, my mom and I headed to Miyako and had their daily lunch buffet. I think the Japanese hostesses hated us or something, because they kept giving us mean looks. My mom was totally oblivious to it, but I saw their evil glares at the corner of my eye. Also, when I left my seat to pay for our meal, they charged me 22 dollars for a 6.95 each buffet. I was like... uhh, what the fuck... but I didn't say anything. I just didn't give those bitches a tip. Fuckers.

After we ate, my mom left for work and I walked to the mall, where I spent another hundred dollars on clothes and random things. I already spent 160 dollars yesterday at the Great Mall, and another hundred the day before that at Macy's while I was shopping for my cousin's wedding. Ugh, I'm such a girl. I hate it.

I had an appointment with an Air Force recruiting officer at 2:30, so I left around 2 to walk at the recruiting agency comveniently located right next to Happy Nails. The officer asked me general questions like, "When and where were you born?", "Do you have any allergies?", "Have you ever smoked marijuana?". I'm happy and proud to be a straight edge. And even if I was--even if I was a pot-head alcoholic, I still would have said no to the drugs and alcohol questions, and he would have believed me. I have mastered the true craft of lying--although I would rather call it "acting". Anyways, since I'm a dull little bookworm/gamer/academic dud, I didn't have to lie about any of the questions. I'm that boring. After the questions, he gave me some information about the pre-resiquttes (i'm too lazy to spell that word right at this moment) of getting into the Air Force, blah blah blah. He basically gave me the information I already knew. I had been interested in the Air Force for a long time, and all I did last year was scan and read the Air Force website word for word, and practically memorized the pre-qualification test, which was why I only missed one when the officer asked me to take it. He was really suprised that I scored a 79 out of 80 in the pre-qualification test, and assured that if I kept up my academics in my last year of high school, I have a definite spot at the Air Force if not the Air Force academy. I'm such a nerd.

After that, I went home, got changed, and headed to the Boardwalk. I got hit on by another lesbian on the way, but managed to get away with a nod and a smile and a little sprint across the next street. If you saw me run away from that girl, you probably would have thought I stole her purse or something---you would have seen her pissed off, yet suprised look that she had on my face and the scared, panicked look on mine. Anywho, nothing much happened at the Boardwalk except that I saw two people that I hadn't seen in years, my books getting stolen, me getting pissed, and blah blah blah. My mom's kicking me off the computer now, so i gotta go. I'll post later.

G'night.

Holy shit.

Song of the moment: The occasional zoom of cars passing by by Me not closing the glass door to my brother's room



Holy shit, I haven't posted in ages. There's too much crap going on for me to sum it all within a half an hour, I have to get ready and meet Isaac at the Boardwalk so we can go meet up with Lorraine and my church crew at the Great Mall.... and or go to MGL for the first time in like, a million years. Fuck. I need to stop saying "like" so much. Like, I feel like, a total valley girl, like. Totally groovy!

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I just checked out my stats, and people STILL visit my blogger. I think the average went up since I last posted. How insanely and stalker-ishly wierd. If you have a chance, you should visit my Retro Stats site-thinger. Umm, I'm too lazy to point out where it is and explain my true intention towards whoever is reading this right now, but I promise you i'll post it later... if I remember.

Damn. My typing WPM has slowed down. I used to be a typing machine, and now I feel like I'm 12 again trying to type without looking at the keyboard for the first time. I don't even know what to talk about. I'll just leave the intelectual pondering until I get back from my day off.