Why did I wait so freakin' long to write a journal? But now that I have this tab pulled up, with these sentences written, I shall go take a shower at nearly two in the morning, finish off this journal, watch an episode of Doctor Who, and then go to bed. To wake up at eleven.
Yes.
And then a quick recap of where I left off.
Tuesday feels like it was so long ago. I mean, really.
I drank all of that orange juice that I bought Monday night by a couple hours after I woke up on Tuesday. Seriously, I disappeared it all. It held four glasses worth. Two glasses Monday night and two glasses Tuesday afternoon.
Didn't watch a single Bourne movie, either. I stayed in my pajamas all day and hardly did a thing. I think I may have started on this picture I have sitting on my desk. I just need to finish the horse's hind legs and then I'm going to color it in with Cashmere's colors and pattern. Maybe. The horse is too thick for me to make it into Cherry. Definitely not a Thoroughbred, so it can't be Tick Tock, either. I'm making Cashmere into a horse. It's final. Plus, it's on really thick paper, too, so the colored pencil won't warp it, either. Which is awesome, since I apply colored pencil so thickly to blend it realistically and come up with such rich colors. And Cashmere is a castor, which will translate to a dappled sooty dark bay as a horse. Like, the sooty pattern will make dark dapples of near black over top a rich bay base. Know thy genetics.
Wednesday, I did end up watching a Bourne movie. The whole time watching it, I kept thinking that it could have been better. I'm not saying that it was a bad movie, it was just ... not what I was expecting. I dunno. About two thirds of the way through I just got up and walked around outside. Took a tour of out back, since I hardly went back there at all this summer. I'm always out back during the summer. I need to stop being so lazy.
Well, a second job this summer may change that. Though I don't think I'm going to school the spring/summer semester. I didn't know it was one semester.
I also stopped in by work Wednesday. Abbi asked me if I would, and I replied I didn't know since I still wasn't 100%. I mean, I wasn't really sick, I just felt off. A little tired and my sinuses were all screwed up. That's all. I hung out and distracted her for a while. Jake asked if I would sweep the back for him, so I ended up doing that. Halfway through, I asked why I was even doing it for him, but since I started, I needed to finish.
Thursday ... did I even close on Thursday or was that last Thursday? Nope, I didn't close this Thursday. Which means I totally forget what Thursday was like. Nah wait. Did I work cut table? Yes, I think I did. Which meant that I had to do the cleaning list for cut table, but that's okay.
Then again, I could be making this up.
Friday, I know I worked cut table. I misboxed something almost immediately, but I caught Jake before he took the wrong pizza on a delivery. So it wasn't a bad mistake or anything. I first asked Nate a question, and he just stared at me confused, so I just pushed past him to yell at Jake. Honestly, I can read Nate's body language like no other, and we often have silent conversations (which don't always end in confused looks), but he can't figure out what I say for the life of him. Ever.
I don't remember Friday night very well, either, but I know that Wes and I got into a very huge fight. Like, not a bad fight. This mock war that has been going on for as long as I can remember. We got to talking about how we would counter the other's army, and I finally came up with the fact that my dad has a dozen lawn mowers.
No, this couldn't have been Friday; Nate didn't close this day, but he was working. This must have been Thursday.
Anyway, so it took Wes a while to figure out how to beat my army of lawn tractors, since the mowers could destroy his army of lawn gnomes. He said that he'd have Opi-Wan Kenobi release his army of brownies, whom would mess up the gas line by pouring sugar in the gas tank. So now Nate is part of his army as well. And, he said if all else failed, he'd release Mattasaurus-Rex. So Matt is, too. And Von, whom is a mole's mole mole mole or something. I got so confused when Wes started about Von, and then he left without clarification.
Yeah, I was doing bread sticks this day. Because as soon as Nate walked in the back to do his slicing, I told him that he wasn't allowed to help Wes out in the war. Nate was so confused, but I tend to do this to him a lot. Wes and I argue over him every now and again, so I get the first word to Nate that he's not doing what Wes tells him to do.
Then, later either Thursday or Friday, Wes and I got in a fight over Abbi. Because he said something about touching her - punching her in the kidneys or hitting her with a dough tray - I don't remember. Of course, I can't let him touch her, so we argued about that. I gotta watch my back, though, because I defended her. Wes is going to come after us both. Or maybe he did have his little revenge about that fight on Saturday, since he went to attack Abbi and I just tried to push him away. I can't actually hit him or anything. But I did try pushing him away. That's the best I got.
Friday, Wes wouldn't let me leave, so he told me to scrape Nate's trays. I didn't have a prep that night, since I was the box bitch, so I very readily agreed. So I scraped them all, and once they were done, Wes allowed me to leave.
I was in a bad mood that night, simply because Nate had to take a delivery to a household under the name Love, and he was asking about the girl that lived there. Asked me if I knew her. Asked Wes if he knew her name. We couldn't help him out. But Nate said that she thought she was cute, and told her so. I couldn't help but stare at him incredulously and ask if he actually said that to her. When he replied affirmatively, I just turned around without a word. Didn't look at him. I didn't know Nate was capable of being up-front with people.
I can't get over this guy, either. It just ... hurt.
So, when I got home, after a while I just went upstairs and plopped down on the chair and snuggled Daysie. Eventually my mom noticed I was there and asked her why I looked so sad. I didn't reply, but just watched the movie. Never figured out what the movie was, but what I saw of it, it was pretty good. It made me smile a lot, and I actually laughed out loud a few times. It did help in brightening my mood. Never told my mom what was up.
Sunday, I finally told Wes over text that I wasn't interested in him the way he was with me, and we figured out a time where I could pick up my Firefly DVDs. So then Awesome Person Wes will have my Prison Break season 2 DVDs, and Amy still owes me $20 from October. Which I know she totally forgot about. So that'll be nice.
Sunday was awesome when it came to closing. Jake kept telling me to do things his way while I was closing, and since it was so fucking slow, I actually did most of what he said. A little just to get him off my back, a little to actually do something. I did practically nothing for two hours straight. I let everyone go, but New New John wouldn't leave, so it was just me, Jake, and New New until nine, when New New had to leave. He kept following me around trying to learn the whole fucking store in one night. Then, when Jake came back inside, he followed Jake around for a bit before returning to me. This guy is nuts. Once I cleaned up front, though, I didn't have to clean it again. Which was nice, but still. I cleaned it early.
I did all my counting and got it finished by 10:06. Then I was watching for Jake to get finished. I was waiting for Jake. No one waits for Jake; Jake gets his shit done. Well, and quickly. But now, I was waiting for him. We still got out of there before quarter after ten, since I couldn't check if the oven was still on. Because it stops moving at quarter after, but we left before that. It was great.
Ohmydear. I forget what night it was ... Friday, maybe, but I wanted to go and see if I could find an Avenged Sevenfold CD. Just buy it because. Well, I went to Meijer and they didn't have Avenged Sevenfold. Which kind of surprised me. I knew Best Buy would be closed, so I went out to Saline to Wal-Mart. Got the only album they had, which was Nightmare. Bought it, some chips, and then stuck it in my car and drove around for way too long. Found Lima Center, but I ended up turning off of it at some point and kind of went in circles. Whatever. The CD, though ... has the swear words erased from it. It's a little moment of silence where the word would be. The instruments go on, but not the voice. It's annoying as hell. They don't swear often, unlike, like, Hollywood Undead, but it still annoys me. I mean, I bought this CD and it's a worse quality than what I downloaded. I bought a CD and it's a fucking radio version. I mean, what the hell?
Yeah, and then so I was reading Abbi's journal last night and she mentioned that Hollywood Undead came out with a new album. So I looked it up and it was already out. I went to Joe's computer, set up an Apple ID, and bought it off of iTunes. I listened to it straight through last night on my speakers, and then straight through while driving around tonight, and I suppose it's okay. A little less popy than American Tragedy, but it still doesn't compare to when Deuce was a part of the band. The more I listen to it, though, I feel like it'll grow on me a lot. I mean, it's not bad. Like the Linkin Park CD I bought on a whim. That was a mistake.
Now, today was an interesting day at work. I walked in, and immediately Ralph asked me if I had a work shirt. I told him I had one, but I hadn't been able to do laundry in a while so it's dirty. So he gave me a new one, which is a large instead of a medium so it's pretty big. Von was making fun of it today. But he also told me that Erich couldn't come in today, so I was closing for him. He went on to say that if I was serious about picking up Monday and Tuesday, and would close the four days, that he'd raise my pay to $8.50 an hour. I said I was planning on it and that'd be cool. So, while I may get a couple hours less than Nate (I was figuring this out Sunday night when I had nothing to do), my paycheck will be better than his. Plus, I asked Ralph if I could drive - just one day - but he said he could make it a part of my schedule (I guess I can't explain the fact that I didn't want to do it chronically, I just wanted to do it once), so I'll even have a driving day. Which my parents can't find out about. I wonder what day he'll give me.... I kind of want Saturday just because it's a longer day and it's busier. They don't *need* me inside, do they? Then again, what manager wouldn't want Saturday for their one driving day? Jake got it. I want it, damn it. I'll probably get stuck with Sunday, which is kind of hit or miss. But really, I just wanted to be a driver once. Hehe.
Anyway, today was slow as fuck, too. Once I found out I was closing, I clocked out and then back in again to get a manager pay, finished the hit racks before seven, got everyone out fairly quickly, and by the end of the night, Nate and I had nothing to do. We didn't do a lot of talking tonight, but at some point he said that he had smoked some marijuana (dunno why he said the whole name) and was a little out of it. I noticed it. Kept laughing at him. A lot. He turned around every time with a big smile on his face and asked if I was laughing at him. Well, yes. He wasn't ... right. Couldn't understand me for the life of him. Kept doing things that I had already done, and when I told him so, he had a very long, internal debate about that. Except he was talking out loud, so it wasn't very internal. Asked if he could go smoke, opened the door, thought better of it, and asked if he could make food instead. I asked him why he ate our chicken if he knew it was so chock full of preservatives and he answered, "Lots of protein." Then he counted his money, and at one point he was just staring up at the wall, I asked him what he was doing, and he pointed at his wrap that he had made. I don't think he ever had that cigarette he asked to smoke. I started counting money six minutes early, I made sure to explain to him that if anyone called, we were closed if it was 9:56 or later. No one called. He asked me if I really should be counting money so early, but I brushed it off and did it anyway. He had the whole place mopped before I even started counting money.
All in all, it was a very good night. Nate and I got out early, a little after quarter after (when I looked at my clock in my car, which is already a couple minutes ahead, and this is after the car defrosted a bit). I was bored as hell again, but I kept texting Abbi and Olivia. Now, if Abbi needs money for her car but can't conjure it right away, I'm giving it to her anyway and telling her she's paying me back later. She protested, saying I need it for school, gas, and rabbits, but ... I still have a check from last week sitting on my desk and I have enough gas money (not to mention money for rabbit food, which I'm still holding off on buying for another week or few) for a couple weeks in my account. Although, we are going to look into that gym Thursday. I'm excited.
So yeah.
Puddin flipped out on me Saturday night. I let her out while I was watching TV on my laptop and instead of running away, she actually attacked me. I threw her in her cage after her first attack, and I couldn't quite get the door closed before she bounded out again and tried to bite my fingers again. I threw her back in and quickly got the cage shut. Every time I moved she lunged at the cage wires and tried to get to me. I didn't feed her that night simply because I was not putting my hand back in her cage.
I've been attacked my idiot animal rights morons on Tumblr. A picture I posted of Puddin a while back, of her sitting in her water bowl. They keep reblogging it, telling me that the cage I put her in is "appalling." It's too small, the bottom is wire, etc. I gave them paragraphs in cool response about how wrong they were. Took up the 45 minutes I had before work. They keep reblogging the picture, though, adding idiot comments, and it's gone beyond pissing me off. They don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
Although, now that I defended the rabbit, she goes and attacks me like a rabid animal, and I seriously debated over just getting rid of her on Sunday. Which would totally screw up my breeding plan that I have. Although J's inability to give me bunnies is already screwing things up. So I may need to break my promise of buying no more (show) rabbits for a few years and go find a broken lynx or lilac buck. Hope Isis can give me bunnies to keep the lynx gene.
I dunno what I'm going to do if J can't give me bunnies. I'll put up with Puddin until I get a broken lynx buck out of her - or I'll even take a broken lynx doe out of her if I need to - and then I'm selling her. I can't deal with hostile rabbits anymore. Cashmere's the only one I'll deal with, and that's because he only does it ... done it once.
Oh, and I've been excited over future plans, too. Which I'll be just a little pissed off if they don't work out.
First plan takes place the first Saturday of February. I wanted to see if it could happen this Saturday, but Abbi's going to be in Grand Rapids. So that doesn't work. But I'm going to take both Abbi and Olivia to the Dundee auction. My plan is to buy three meat rabbits, but the plan extends to making sure my two closest (only?) friends get along well. After the auction, I'm going to fucking Soggy Butt and getting their nachos. Because it's been a long time since I've had them. Then I have to go to work. Drop Olivia off at home or work or whatever. Dunno how that's working out yet.
Also, the eighth of February, Alyssa was asking if we could all hang out for a night and stuff. So that'll be cool. Looking forward to that as well.
Then, once Abbi's out of school, sometime at the beginning of June, I'm fucking stealing her and Olivia and we're going on a road trip. This has been exciting me so much lately, it's not even funny. I'll have to make sure I can get a weekend off, but the other weekdays should be easy. I'm hoping he'll let me and Abbi get the same days off. And then Olivia has to get work off at Busch's, but c'mon. This is happening. I'm hoping for ten days. Mackinac Island is a must. Abbi hasn't been there, so that's definitely on the list.
So, I've been thinking. Leave Tuesday night, once I close down shop. Pick Abbi up from her house before work, put everything into the trunk of my car along with my stuff. Go to work, say goodbye to Matt (unless it's someone else, but I doubt that), go pick Olivia up from either her work and hit her house to pick up her stuff, or pick Olivia up from home, and then drive up north. Go to my grandma's for a place to crash for the night and take a cabin or two (I think the cabin with two bedrooms was taken down now, but I could always extend one of the couches or use a cot in the middle of the living room or something instead of using two cabins). Maybe spend a day on the beach, since it's summer and she lives on lake Huron. Then, I figured about six, leave for the city just south of the Mackinaw bridge and find a motel there. So, wake up early and go to Mackinac Island for the day. Dunno what we'd do from there. Plus, I haven't told Abbi or Olivia this. This is just my speculations. Plus, I'm pretty sure I'm the driver. Which is totally fine with me. I like driving.
We'll have to figure out a plan, though. I'll try figuring out how much money we'll need for this trip. I get, on average, 26.6 mph, and it's a 16 gallon tank, I think. But I know it's about $50 to fill up the car when the light is on. Which leaves me about a thousand miles per tank? I don't know. But then there's motel/hotel money. Food. Yeah. But I want to do this anyway.
Besides, I'm not doing the spring/summer semester at school, so that helps. Still doing a second job this summer, though. I do want to go to Germany ... next summer. O.O That sounds lovely. A little over a thousand money for a round trip ticket ... ohmydear. That's happening. I'm going to Germany at some point. I don't care.
Ugh. Plans.
Why do they make me excited?
Something to look forward to only to be disappointed? Yet again. Or something that will actually be exciting once it happens?
SONG OF THE WEEK: Best Is Yet to Come ~ Red
SONG OF THE DAY: ~ OTEP
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