Lately I've discovered I have a thing for Indian guys.

It's true.

Just got home from work. Tired but happy. Why? Just got my paycheck AND have the whole weekend off. Gonna get my hair done, my eyebrows waxed--go all out and spend a weekend doting on myself. I definately need it.

Green Team!

Just watched the "Green Team!" video, on Will Ferrell's Funny or Die website. That shit was hilarious, son!! LMFAO

I've been meaning to get back to blogging, but I've been so damn busy. There's beens some new stuff happening in my life, and let's not forget that I work nonstop, which though exhausting is still better than the alternative (having plenty of free time, but also having no money whatsoever).

I'm not sure how I feel about my job. There's plenty of good things about it. For the most part, I love my coworkers. I work with coffee and ice cream all day, which is fun in itself. My customers are mostly international tourists, which is super interesting. Gets even better when they are hot British/Australian/Indian/etc dudes who wink at me and give me big tips. One group of British soccer players even referred to me as the "cute ice cream girl" and asked what time I got off!!!!!!!! HOTNESSS

But the bad things, though few, are still pretty big. For one, I hate the owner of the place. She is incredibly disrespectful and very very cheap, which is an awful combination. Example: I've worked ten hour shifts with only one break...and its not a paid break! When I tried to talk to her about this, she called me lazy! The bitch shows up once every couple of days for only an hour, and she's calling me lazy?

And her husband--he's from Morocco, and hates black people. This isn't an assumption, this is a fact confirmed by all my coworkers who've told me to watch out for him. He makes only the few black people who work there do all the heavy manual labor. I hate how he looks at me, like he's just looking for a reason to fire me. That's why I'm always on my toes right when I enter the building; I work my ass off just so they'll consider me capable enough to work there.

With all this on my brain, I've got no time for extraneous douchebaggery. This is why I've cut all ties with this guy I've been seeing. He's canceled on me four times in two months, and then he's going to act like I should be at home waiting for him anyway?? Calling me up saying, "I'm sorry about canceling on you today, but I'm going to come over to your house tomorrow to make up for it." The audacity! Not even asking if I'm actually free that day. He really thinks I'm going to be sitting at home every day, just waiting for him to drop by and spend some time wtih me. Hell to the no. I've got my own life to live.

Well, on my few days off, at least I have Will Ferrell videos and Fresh Prince of Bel Aire youtube clips to cheer me up. :)

Seth Rogan is surprisingly ugly and more than a little overrated.

It's true. I just heard about his beef with Adrien Grenier and the cast of Entourage. Seth, give up. They are more talented and FAR better looking than you are. You just can't win this one.

I'm hiding out in the library right now. Why? Cause it's 105 degrees outside. It's fucking HOT. And everybody knows I can't take heat well. I can't even flat-iron my hair without breaking out into hives. (Figuratively speaking.) Anyway, not only is this place air-conditioned, it's filled with books and wi-fi and all kinds of things to distract me.

So I grabbed a day's worth of shit to keep me busy and came to the local library. I am intent on staying here until it gets dark; I even packed a lunch.

I'm glad I had the last couple of days off, to be able to do this. As much as I like my new job, I wouldn't have been able to do a damn thing, as suffocating as this heat is. Yesterday I nearly passed out. I was laying on the carpet downstairs and I think I was actually unconcious for a few minutes. Fucking scary, son.

Skiddly Bop!

I got a job, peoples!! Which equals money. Which equals buying enough groceries to be able to last the house more than a week, helping the 'rents pay the mortgage and electricity, and things of that nature. Plus a little money in the pocket for things for myself, like shopping for new clothes--I need a new wardrobe because I've been losing weight!! True, it's due more to stress than anything else, but still. I feel like I'm finally getting somewhere here.

FINALLY. Things are looking up.

And in the spirit of awesome things, I'm going to end this blog with a funny clip from Living Single...g'damn I love Max!

It's hard out here for a pimp...and I'm no pimp.

Man, things are rough right now.

Money is tight with the 'rents, tighter than its ever been. So I decided to move back home to help out. Sure, I enjoyed the freedom of having my own place 5 hours away from home, probably more than I've ever enjoyed anything; but if the family needs me, I'm more than happy to oblige.

The thing is, there are NO jobs in Seattle right now. I've worn my feet out walking all over downtown, turning in resume after resume. I'm honestly not trying to brag, but I do have plenty of even the most basic customer service experience, which means I'm actually overqualified to work at some of the places I've recently applied to. Which makes them not even calling me back for an interview doubly humiliating. Argh.

To add to that, the 'rents aren't making this situation any easier. I am well aware of how stressed out they are right now, and that they're not going to be in the best of moods. But I came all the way out there to help THEM! I'm suffering like this for THEM! Can I get a little aknowledgement, some kind of appreciative gesture? At least can they stop treating me like a damn four year old and see me as more of an adult??

Man, this weather doesn't help either. It's been hot as hell the last couple of weeks, and my body doesn't react well to it; I get migranes and body aches. Though that could be due to stress. Egad.

A Rant On a Hot Day. (also a little bit about House MD)

I've been watching House since I got home from class...at least six episodes, at about an hour an episode. If it was any other show I'd probably be hurling by now. Thank God for the inexplicable hotness of Hugh Laurie.

I've been thinking about the different methods people use to validate their lives to themselves. Some people buy only the most high end clothes and shoes, just to decorate their closets like the set of a fashion shoot. Some people "find God", completely immersing themselves in not just religious beliefs but showing off those religious beliefs, simultaneously acting like they're better than everyone and trying to convert as many people as possible. Some people devote themselves to their relationships, taking great pleasure in broadcasting to the whole world that they have a significant other and/or children, and that anybody who doesn't must be pitied; never mind that some people would rather be alone than have to settle for the first person who will date them, just to say that they're in a relationship.

What's bringing this on? Well, lately I've been thinking about the past, specifically my time at Foster High School. Anyway, it occured to me that a lot of people I went to school with are either pregnant, currently have kids, engaged or married, or have found God. (Or all of the above.) And some of those people have actually bragged that their lives are more "fulfilled" then mine.

Really. Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with any of those things they're finding so much enjoyment in. But it seems like if you're a married pregnant 19 year old who already had a child with another person, maybe you should be trying to find other ways to add meaning to your life, and maybe you shouldn't condemn people who don't feel the same way. Thinking a baby or a relationship or a religion will solve all your problems if you make it the whole point of your existence is not healthy, nor will it actually work.

One more thing left to say before I go back to watching House: it's great you have something in your life you feel proud of, but remember, you had a life before it, and you'll have a life after it. Acting like everything's a 100% awesome now indicates that it was less than that before, which includes everyone in it. And I don't care how "enlightened" you feel right now, that's no excuse for you to be a patronizing asshole to someone because you now think your life is better than theirs.

X-Men Origins: Wolverine SUCKS.

Man, I was actually really looking forward to watching that movie...and it turned out crap-tastic as ever, in both story and action sequences. Poop on a stick with a brick on a dick.



What a retarded ass movie. I can't believe I spent money on it.