My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

So I have to go to work in a little bit and I really don't want to. On the other hand, I realize that I might have to keep working there past Christmas or I won't have enought money to get me into the city for my new theater gig. Rarrrrrggghhhhhhhhh...... I just felt like complaining for a bit. I can't wait for Christmas! I'm excited to hand out all my presents and of couse I can't wait to see what I got from everyone else. Ok, the glare from my window is hindering my vision of the screen, so this blog has to end now. Rargghh again.

Now that I have taken another dose of Alka Seltzer Cold (specifically for nose and throat cold symptoms), I shall make a quick couple of notes before snuggling up and watching Charlie Brown Christmas on tv. I have truly crossed over into the world of complete losers/insane people. I'm AD-ing Shoestring. Again. I was asked to come back, and offered a decent amount of money for it, so I took the oppportunity. Hell, I'm excited!!! I missed Shoestring so much (even when my kids made me absolutely insane), that I would have gone back and done the job for free. So, for the first time in my life, I'll be getting paid for something that I truly love to do. In other news... Just a few weeks left at the toy sore and I couldn't be happier. All of the songs on Rosie O'Donnell's "Rosie Christmas" CD's would be sooooo much better if they didn't have Rosie O'Donnell singing on them. My sister will be home later on tonight and we sh

Here i sit on a Sunday morning, trying to keep myself from playing Game Cube. There's no point in playing for just 20 minutes, which is about all I have before I start getting ready for work. Blarrrgghhhhhhhhh! I just do not want to go to work today. The novelty wore off a while ago. At least, the idea of this job being a vacation wore off a while ago. Yes, I know that being a manager anywhere is hard work. But between babysitting the kids (the one who actually work there), helping old people who have no clue what they're doing, and repeatedly playing bomb squad with angry soccer moms ("What do you mean I can't return it?!? I want to speak to a manager!"), I am worn out by the end of the day. Not to mention all of the merchandising and stock work that I get to do. The only privilege to being a manager at this point is that I can come up with a reason to sit in the office and hide. I've only done that once, though. Well, I gotta get going. In and out of the sho

That's how I felt when I looked at my lottery tickets a minute ago. I matched 2 numbers on the Pick-6, but you have to match 3 in order to win $3. And I always match at least one friggin Mega Millions number. Just one. Anyhoo, splurged on Mario Party 6 today for the Cube. Amazing. Oh, the fun I will have when I gather up some pals and we kick back some suds while battling it out on MP6. It's gonna be great. That's all for now, I guess I'll head off to bed soon.

so I was talking to Andre the other day and I was remarking on how it's already December. I just got used to the fact that it's not summer anymore, and winter is just a few weeks away. I realized that the time has flown by so fast because I have mentally supressed so much of the stuff that has happened since graduation. Essentially, the majority of my summer doesn't exist anymore in my memory because I was slaving away at The Evil Place. There's 4 months down the drain right there. The only things that I remember are my Six Flags excursion with Andre, and Rachel's visit at the end of July. Most of my internship has been blanked out too, so there's another month gone. Therefore, according to my mental calendar, it's only... mid-July?!? Wow. Once again, my advice to anyone who's in college right now is to never graduate. Take my experience over the past seven months and ask yourself if you really want to go through that. Yeah, I didn't think so.

I'm famous! Well, kinda famous. Notorious is probably a better word. Anyhoo, I went on a shopping excursion today and decided to stop by The Evil Place (new readers can look at entries from this summer for more info) to pick up some cheesecake. I was awarded somewhat of a hero's welcome...seeing the faces of the few people I actually liked working with was nice. I also found out that my Labor Day walkout has been christened with my name. In other words, my former bakery compatriots threaten to "pull an Amber" whenever they aren't getting treated right. And the managers apparently get plenty worried at the possibility of such a thing happening. I have won. Everything has come full circle and I have finally found closure. It feels good. So I bought myself a vest at the Gap and went home to bask in all of my fabulousness. And my cheesecake was one of the best slices I had ever eaten.

please attribute my parting remark to my temporary brain damage. and don't act like you didn't giggle when you read that...unless you were that kid in gym class. i didn't want to offend anyone, i was just too lazy to be politically correct.

As if I didn't need more reasons to hate Notre Dame..... The Irish fired football head coach Tyrone Willingham from their program today. Three seasons, and they give him the boot. That's not even enough time to recruit his own players and have a team that was made up of totally his own recruits. I am heated. As much as I hate ND, I gave them their props because they hired a black coach. And Willingham led a kick-ass team his first season out. But they fired him, and my loathing for the Irish has tripled. My dad just made a good point. Rutgers' football team has only been making minimal improvements since Greg Schiano was brought on as head coach. They make a good start and then they just break everyone's hearts. Anyhoo, Rutgers' football team still sucks, but Schiano gets to keep his job. Sadly, I had a counterpoint for my dad. I think Schiano's still the head football coach because the athletics department can't afford to pay anymore coaches. I&

I just realized that I already did a grad school post nearly a month ago. My apologies to anyone who had to slap their head and say "Dammit, she's talking about that again?!? FUCKING GO TO GRAD SCHOOL ALREADY SO WE WON'T HAVE TO READ ABOUT YOUR WAFFLING!!" I'm truly sorry and I shall try harder to not double-blog about my pointless internal debates.

Rarrgh...trying to find music to listen to on BBC Radio...hold on... OK, I've got a reggae/ska station on. BBC Radio is my new obsession now. Moving onward... So I've been seriously debating whether or not I want to go to grad school. I definitely know what I would get my master's in, which is a start. Instead of going for an MFA in Acting, I want to go for Stage Management. I'm better at it anyway, and I enjoy it a lot more. Ok, so, should I go back to school or not? I guess it's time for another round of pros and cons. Pros: -I'll earn a master's degree, which means I'll be able to teach just about anywhere that hires me, and I'll get paid more for it. -I'll make more theater connections which will help me get a job when I get out of school. -I get to go back to school, which means that I can get away with more stuff because I'm a poor and broke college student. Plus, being a grad student adds to the whole brokeness factor

Once again, I awoke in the middle of the night and drove to the mall in the pitch blackness to prepare for the apocalypse also known as Black Friday. (Fade in "O Fortuna" from Carmina Burana) The hordes of bargain hungry shoppers gathered in front of the store in the pre-dawn, their breath steaming in the light of the nearly full moon that still hung in the sky. The unnatural-ness of it all felt like some bizarre dream as soccer moms traded game plans and sucked down their coffee. The employees snuck in the back door of the store. Each in his or her own state of sleepiness, they stumbled to their positions while the managers frantically made the final set-ups for the day. As the clock ticked down to that crucial moment, the air hummed with anticipation. 4:59:58 4:59:59 5:00:00 Somewhere in the distance a trumpeter sounded the call to arms as the mass of people swarmed the store. It had begun. Ok, so it really wasn't nearly that poetic or horrifying or

Ok. Random thoughts and such from the past few days: -"Category 6: Day of Destruction." Worst. November. Sweeps. Event. EVER. All parties involved should be shot immediately for creating such garbage. But then again, it was on CBS. How can a network boast 3 CSI's and Survivor but then air "Day of Destruction?" Craptacular, my friends. Be glad you missed it. -K Mart bought Sears. That is not a type-o. Wonderful. Not like I haven't shopped in Sears since, oh, 1995. But now that they're owned by K Mart, I'll never shop for clothes there. -By the way, I've decided to personally boycott WalMart. It truly is the Evil Empire, and I shall do my part to not support it. -Why aren't people making a bigger deal out of Anna Nicole Smith's American Music Awards disaster? Apparently it's ok to let kids watch someone talk for 2 minutes on national television when she's obviously on drugs, but the world is coming to an end if the kids

Ok, ok. I know we're all trying to just move on after the election, and no one wants to talk about it anymore. Kinda like the whole Yankees/BoSox disaster a month ago. I still hurt over that. But one of my co-workers at the toy store keeps rubbing salt in the wound over the whole baseball thing, so I shall drag my election coverage out just a little bit more. Therefore, I leave you all with this wonderfully comforting quote sent to me by a colleague (the same one responsible for the "Jesusland" map): "As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron." H.L. Mencken (1880-1956) I doubt anyone could have worded it more beautifully.

So I just woke up from this dream I had where I was making out with Jesse Metcalfe (hott gardener boy from "Desperate Housewives," formerly Miguel on "Passions"). In a church. He had a tounge ring. And his name was Tommy for some reason. I don't remember what he was wearing, but I was wearing a push up bra with a wife beater and one of those stupid short ruffly skirts that were popular all summer long. From what I remember, the push-up bra came in handy because I put the twins to some good use by using them to convince him to make out with me. (There's this new push-up bra by Victoria's Secret that I keep seeing on TV and I want one) There was a whole conversation of dialouge before...which turned into really ridiculous flirting. I was apparently very coy and witty. I kept leaving him tounge-tied. I wish I remember what I said. Well, I actually remember the last bit of convo before the make-out stuff began. Tommy: Please, don't make me beg. Me (O

I came to a scary realization just a few minutes ago. My life, which was insanity at 100 miles an hour, has screeched to a dangerous halt. I figured this out in another one of my half-assed attempts to clean my room. During today's archeological dig I unearthed: -just about every single parking receipt from my travels to NYC -some weekly train passes -pay stubs from the theatrical management company, The Evil Place, and KB Toys -schedule printouts from The Evil Place -an application for monthly parking at the train station -at least 6 credit card applications -receipts from my end-of-summer shopping sprees -the boxes from the...(counting) 6 pairs of shoes I have bought since beginning work in the city And I haven't even cleared off my bed. One one hand, I should be happy that I only have one job to concentrate on. It's a paying, full time job with somewhat consistent hours that's really close to home. No more sitting in traffic, no more rushing to

yeah, so the guy who I said was too stupid to have bought the frogger games for his house really was too stupid for them. He forgot to put the batteries in the damn things. I repeat: he never installed the friggin batteries. I even asked him yesterday if he put the batteries in and was the little red light on. Twice. Sigh. Bought The Sims and a used memory card for the Cube today. I even got a discount card that allows me to save 10% on all used games and accessories for my Game Cube. I was so happy to find out that I can save even more money! That just motivates me to spend more. I spied a copy of Simpsons Road Rage that is now on my list of games to own. Hee hee. I think I'm creating a monster. Speaking of creating monsters (otherwise known as most abstract segue ever), I'm not too happy with Eminem's forthcoming album. Ok. I just have to explain the segue because I thought it was so genius. The first words of the Eminem song "Without Me" ar

I feel old. Then again, it's easy to feel old when you work with high school kids. And yes, I refer to them as "the kids." Just like my Shoestring babies, except I make no claim to these lazy kids that work at the store. A good majority of them are football players. One of them came in today and was trying to figure out why his last time punch was at 5 something at night when he left at 10 that evening. I told him it was because he forgot to punch out. But he still kept trying to figure it out. I told him to stop thinking before he hurt himself. Wow, I can really be mean sometimes. We laughed at a person who asked if there was a dollar store in the mall. Like seriously laughed out loud at her. That was kinda mean too, but if you knew my mall, you'd know that hell would have to freeze over before they put a dollar store in it. I also played tech support for a guy who was too fucking stupid to have bought the Frogger games for his house. There are these new

Here I sit on a friday night, listening to my mp3s and giving my thumbs a break from playing Game Cube. I just bought a Game Cube a few weeks ago as a present to myself for surviving the summer with only a few noticeable scars. Any damage done to my stomach should have repaired itself by now, and the election didn't make me relapse. I digress (as always). So I traded in my archaic Playstation (that I owned for only about a year) for a gently used Game Cube and shelled out the cash to buy this spiffy new game called Donkey Konga. It's essentially Dance Dance Revolution for your hands. Of course, using the bongos that come with the game gets a bit noisy, so I've ben using the controller to play the game. Make way for carpal tunnel!!!! This game is so addictive to me that I can sit and play for 2 hours straight and not realize that 2 hours have gone by. It's pretty sad. Then again, it's nice to play video games again. I'm already thinking about what games

new_map Originally uploaded by pr1ncess8304 . Apparently I won't have to move to Canada after all. According to this map, I already live there!

I am ashamed of John Kerry. He should have held out. I would have waited until every vote was counted. Excuse my language here: John Kerry, you're a fucking pussy. You let America down. You let us down. The millions of people across this nation who voted for you had the right idea. We all need change, we need to heal. You were supposed to be the band-aid that helped. And you failed us all. How are we supposed to encourage America's youth to vote when our voices won't be heard? The youth vote leaned for Kerry. BTW, young people in America should be ashamed. There was no overall increase in the youth vote, and it really could have helped. Thanks-a-fucking-lot. I'm telling you all right now. When the next big thing happens and we're all hurting more than we are now, remember who's in office. Remember who was allowed to stay there. In one way or another, we're going to suffer for the mistakes of the dumbass bible thumping homophobic misogynistic

OK. Someone please explain to me why this is happening. Why do I live in the richest nation in the world, the supposedly most powerful one, and it's full of fucking idiots?!? I don't understand how the majority of this nation allows itself to be so ignorant of what has happened over the past four years. Didn't I say three years ago that going to war was a bad idea? Look at us now: we're stuck in Iraq for 4 more years. Bush lied about the whole "no draft" thing, just as he's lied about everything else. Eventually he'll have no choice but to reinstate the draft. He will do it. I live in a country that claims to be the last bastion of freedom and democracy; a place where everyone has equal rights. Every state that had a gay marriage referendum voted against it. The right of a population of this country (however small it may be) has been denied. And they're going to reverse Roe v. Wade. Bush made it clear in the third debate tha he is against a

On this last day of October, I woke up and realized that I still had not done one of the most important things that I do on this blog: my official presidential endorsement/political rant. Well, better late than never, I always say. Besides, during my 100th blog celebration speech, I promised the people more of my political rants. I cannot fail the people. So, at the risk of adding myself to any watch lists (and we're all probably on at least one), here we go. My official endorsement for the offices of President and Vice President are the Democratic candidates John Kerry and John Edwards. If you are surprised, alarmed, shocked, or angered by this in any way, please just leave now. I'm endorsing Kerry/Edwards for the same reason that a lot of people are endorsing them for: We don't want 4 more years of Bush. I honestly believe that the only reason people like GWB at this point is they're either: a) filthy stinking rich b) really f-ing stupid c) standing aro

Holy crapola, where has the summer gone? Of course, it's totally fall now. It's been fall for quite sometime, and now October is almost over. The leaves are changing, there's that lovely crisp burning leaves smell in the air, and all is well for I am where I've been for the past 5 years. Lovely, lovely KB Toys!!!! But before I get into all of that, I should probably fill everyone in on what the hell has been going on in my post-Evil Place life. (The restaurant that I slaved in all summer shall now be referred to as the Evil Place. That is all.) Through a colleague that I was working with on the off-B'way production in NYC with I managed to land an internship at a theatrical management company. Theatrical management (also called general management) is essentially the nuts and bolts operation of a production. Press, marketing, rehearsal space, performance space, contracts with anyone involved in the show, payroll, accounting, and so on are all handled by t

Dude, it's too quiet today. It's waaaayyy too quiet for me to be in this office, especially with the impending doom that lurks ahead. Last night I e-mailed my bosses and let them know that I'm leaving at the end of this week. I have every right to do so. We agreed that I would work for a for week trial period and that at the end of four weeks we would decide whether or not this was working out and where we wanted to go from there. Well, I decided that I'm not the right person for this job, this isn't working out well, and I want to leave. One can probably imagine the awkward silences this will lead to. .... (2 1/2 hours later) .... I have now talked to both of my bosses, and I'm wondering what kind of twilight zone episode I just stepped into. They were both really nice about it, and I was expecting to go all out, guns blazing, and making a stand. But they understood. They realized that they had given me a hard time, but they also understoo

Life at my new job isn't so bad. The commute has taken some getting used to, and I'm learning how to be a somewhat competent secretary if nothing else about the theater business. The nice thing about my job is that it's given me some reason to go shopping. Last weekend, I went shopping by myself and bought one thing that I ended up returning today. I was going to go to both of the malls in the area (they're about a mile away from each other), but I didn't go to my second mall because that's where the cheesecake factory is. I wasn't afraid of being near there, I'm not that damaged. But I was seriously craving a piece of cheesecake, and I wasn't ready to deal with setting foot in that place yet, so I avoided going to the mall altogether. Rather sad. Today (Saturday) I went shopping with my mom and I actualy succeeded in buying some decent clothes for work. Now I just have to wait for the weather to cool off so I can actually wear them. And I need a

So I'm truly feeling the effects of being de-institutionalized. Or I'm feeling what it must be like to finally leave an abusive relationship. My mom even said that I needed "closure" with this whole Cheesecake thing and I guess she's kinda right. But on the whole I just feel better. I can't describe it more specifically than that. I'm smiling more and laughing more (and too hard at the summer commercial remnants that I missed all season long). I'm eating more and I haven't touched a Red Bull in a week. Even though I'm getting sleep again and all that I still feel tired. Just kinda battle weary, you know? Like I'm still recovering in a way, which I guess I am. But enough with the post-traumatic stress nonsense. Right now I'm stalling because I know I need to stand in front of my closet and decide what I'm going to wear tomorrow. I need to do it now because my brain can't function very well at 6:30 in the morning and I waste to

So I finally quit my god-awful horrible job at the Cheesecake Factory. YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! Today I went in for my shift as usual, and things were horrible as usual, and somewhere between trying to add a side of mushroom gravy to a to-go order and some lady screaming at me about her buffalo chicken strips, I decided that I had had enough. I was sick, and I was tired, and I wasn't taking it anymore. I was tired of being patronized by my managers. I was tired of being treated as sub-human by the customers. I was tired of the front-desk bitches acting like they were better than I was. I was tired of a co-worker mumbling behind my back about the way I did my job. I was tired of the hours. I was tired of never getting breaks. I was tired of relying on Red Bull to survive. I was tired of thinking I was going insane. Correction: I had already gone insane. I was tired of being physically sickened by the very idea of having to go to that god-forsaken place and get treated like shit.

yep, i seriously think i'm losing it. i hate my job, but i'm pretty much stuck there until i can go full time at the toy store. but the cheesecake factory is destroying my soul. i'd be surprised if anyone was still reading at this point...all i've done all summer is complain about how much my life sucks because of one stupid place. there's so many things that i've tried to get done today before work. the only thing i've been successful at is doing some laundry and talking to andre. everything else has been a half assed attempt at organization or non-slackerness before i decided that i was too tired or lazy to bother. i guess i'll just call it energy conservation and mental preparation for my weekend in hell. maybe i should just take a nap. i feel tired, but i think it's just depression setting in. that, and knowing that i have to find someone to cover my shift on wednesday, which is going to be next to impossible because we only have 2 in-house cash

Did you ever notice how we wish our lives away? Well, at least some of us do. We spend our time wishing that time would spped up a little so we can get to that next big milestone...and once we get there we're only temporarily satisfied. Then we find the next goal and wish every day away until we get there. I spent my years in high school wishing I could be in college already. Then I spent my college years wishing I could just have my degree already. Now i'm sitting here, wishing for my life a year from now. Hopefully, a year from now, I'll have a real job and I won't live in my parents' house. It doesn't seem like it's too much to ask for, but it's so hard to get there. grrr.... Life at the cheesecake factory continues to destroy my mental and physical health. I realized that my sister is going back to Princeton next week, and I've barely seen her all summer. She was at work while I was sleeping my days away, and I was at work while she did her home

Bust out the confetti and party hats and noisemakers everyone! We have cause for celebration! No, I didn't score a real job in NYC yet. And, no, I'm not so fortunate as to have left the Cheesecake Factory. That party will include hard liquor and the burning of my uniform. Today's a happy day because... (drum roll please) This is my 100th Blog!!! ::roaring crowds as a giant "100" lights up and blinks like some telethon event and confetti flutters through the air:: I figured that 100 would be a good number to take notice of and celebrate. If tv shows get to make a big deal out of their 100th episode (the typical benchmark in order to qualify for syndication), then I'm going to make a big deal out of my blog. I mean, my life is just one pathetic twenty-something quasi-soap destined for one season of fame on the WB before it fades into pop culture trivia, right? So nearly 3 years and 100 blogs ago, I was sitting in front of my computer and typ

so says the lyrics of one of my favorite songs. but no reason for celebrations yet, i'm still at the fucking cheesecake factory. i've pretty much gathered that i can do anything short of steal money or run butt nekkid through that place and i wouldn't get fired for it. that's how badly they need cashiers, and that's a sad fact. My internship is really awesome! I'm the production assistant for this one man show happening on the Upper West Side. For now it means that I get to manage the box office and the house (kinda), but i'm having so much fun with it and i'm totally in my element. The sucky things about it are the commute and my new wardrobe, both of which are going to cost me a small fortune. The commute into the city for me costs about $30 a week for: -gas to drive the 20 miles and back from the train station -$5 a day to park at the train station -$10.25 round trip train fare -$4 round trip on the subway It blows a lot. but it's cheaper

so it's just about 4 in the morning and i've been going non stop this week. between cheesecake, the toy store, and the new internship (yay! more details to follow soon), i've become a red bull addict and a candidate for a mental breakdown. but at least i'm happy with my internship and the light at the end of the cheesecake tunnel of hell is slowly becoming visible. i plan to be out of there by october...but we'll see if that actually happens. well, i still have to wind down from my 2 hour drive and i have lots to do before going into the city tomorrow. just thought i'd blog and let everyone know i haven't collapsed. yet.

the whirlwind of work, that is. it's literally going to be eat, sleep, drive, work for the weekend. like i said, i'm a glutton for punishment and too nice of a person. blarggghhh....just typing to waste time before andre calls, so i'm going to play snood instead. thus ends another pointless blog. ::curtsy:: ::curtain::

rachel's plane will be here in less than 12 hours...i'm so excited about her coming to visit! we haven't physically seen each other since 1999, and a hell of a lot has changed since then. we're gonna have so much fun!!! but before i pick her up from the airport, i have to: -get up, shower, eat breakfast -wash the sheets on my bed since rachel's staying in my room (long story about the f--ing cat that i don't feel like going into) -visit the toy store and get my paperwork into the computer (again) -clean my car, inside and out. then i get to drive to the airport and pick up rachel. oh....i should be sleeping right now. off to scrounge up some grub before finally hitting the hay. and praying that someone will call me this week because they want me to intern for them. i can't stand cheesecake much longer...

so it's been pouring rain for most of the day, and our toilet is still not fixed. those two things are only related by water and water alone. yeah, so the toilet was possesed, i passed up a chance to exorcise the toilet demon, and now it is simply the Thing that my mom can nag at my dad about endlessly until it gets fixed. actually, it's a good thing that rachel's coming to visit on Monday. otherwise, the toilet might never be fixed at all. according to my dad, the toilet was "fixed" last night. then my sister used it, flushed it, and it started to leak. *sigh* my mother is finally starting to speak to me again, but only for strictly functional things, like what the visit itinerary is, whether or not my clothes are in the washing machine, please don't bring my work shoes into the house anymore...things like that. however, if she ever gets around to asking, i'l be more than happy to let her know that i faxed about 4 resumes out for jobs today. now

the toilet in my bathroom is possessed. well, i like to keep saying that it's possessed because that sounds so much cooler than launching into another tirade about the retards who built our house. they cut corners every way you could possibly think of, including substituting a part in the toilet in my bathroom. the substitution of this part has essentially forced my parents to take apart the toilet and replace everything. and now i have to go all the way downstairs if i want to pee. but it really is a lot more fun to think that the toilet's just possessed. up until yesterday, the toilet kept making this bubbling noise every 5 to 15 minutes. and then today, it started groaning after i flushed it. it was pretty scary. i could have made light of the situation by grabbing the toilet brush and attempting an exorcism (fling Clorox bleach cleanser on it and scream "the power of christ compels thee! evil spirit, remove thine self from your porcelain lair and begone!")... to

in the doghouse again.... god, i need to find a job so i can get the hell out of my house and away from my mother, who is increasingly making it clear that i have worn out my welcome. there are so many things that i need to do right now, and i'm in that state of paralysis which occurs when you have so menay things that should be done right away, and you're trying to figure out which way is the best way to multitask it all. meanwhile, my sister's downstairs in the kitchen chatting with my parents about class credits and all of that "oh woe is me, it's so hard to go to an ivy league school" when really she's moving in for the kill because she knows that my parents are pissed at me. she's been doing it all summer. it's getting old. big fucking deal, you go to princeton. that does not make you better than anyone else, despite all of the pampering and what not that you get when you're there. she had just better hope that she gets all that financ

I promised that I'd tell the story of my adventures at six flags with Andre last week, so here goes... Once upon a time, not so long ago, Amber and Andre decided to get out in the sunshine and have some fun. What better place to do that than at Six Flags? (ok, the storybook format isn't really going to work) We went out to lunch at some seafood place in LB (which i would later regret, but that comes later) and then hit the road to get into the park after 4. Ok, so we had 2 main reasons for going to the park later in the afternoon. 1. the day camp crowd would be on their way out 2. back in the day, they used to have reduced admission after 4pm. which is nice, considering regular admission is practically 50 bucks (i'm not lying) So we get to the park, pay the full 10 bucks to park (another ripoff, but then again, sometimes Six Flags should be called Drop Your Wallet and Bend Over Land), and go to the gate. There is nothing to indicate reduced admission after 4. We ask

so i was reading this cool article in the New York Times Magazine about graphic novels, and i realized that if i were to ever commission a graphic novel about my life, i would draw it myself and the medium would be Crayola crayons and construction paper. i'm serious (or seriously messed up, you decide) considering that the craziest and most bizarre things happen to me, as well as the fact that i can be a total blonde at least once a day (i do have blonde roots, y'know...), Crayolas would be a perfect medium. yes....crayolas and construction paper. and i'd use stick figures and lots of action words. the chapters would be numerous and interesting. i could write about all my adventure in college. wouldn't it be great to tell drinking stories with crayons? yeah, so that's just a random thought i was having and i'm killing time before going to work. actually, i'm stalling. but the sooner i go, the sooner i'll get it over with. but not really. i'll

so i'm awakened by my cell phone's renditon of "BOB" by Outkast (which is quite hot, might i add...the song i mean) and it's.... the boy!!! who called out of work even though he shouldn't have so we could spend the day together. we got off the phone 20 minutes ago so we could both finish waking up and think about what we're going to do today. now i'm starting to panic. ok, so he wants to come up to my town (he lives an hour away) and pick me up so i can show him around my part of Jersey and all the requisite stuff that comes with it (high school, mall, downtown...and that's about it). but showing him around town isn't going to take very long...there's not much too see. and he's already been to my mall. we could go to the New B, but i'd feel bad about making him drive the hour up to see me only to drive 20 minutes back in the direction of his house so he can drive me 20 back out of the way before making the hour drive hom

i got the profile thing to work. i'm an idiot. but thanks to anyone who would have been kind enough to help out...i really would have given you extra props and snaps.

talk about putting my foot in my mouth.... the boy called last night. now i feel like a total idiot for saying what i did... i was just really scared and upset and everything, and i shouldn't drink and blog (even if it was only one beer) but we've talked everything out and we're cool and i explained to him how work has turned me into a total nutcase and he's cool. we're going to try and hang out tomorrow, so i'll be keeping my fingers crossed! yay! boys don't suck anymore! to follow at a later date: my adventures at Six Flags with andre and how i was violated by a roller coaster. in addition: i'm going to start transferring my poetry to a new blogger site. my angelfire site's a piece of crap and the HTML is too much work. hence i'll let blogger do all the pretty stuff while i just click and type. the new site is: http://princesspoetry.blogspot.com there's only one poem up, but more will follow, i promise! and one more thing: t

i just have to keep reminding myself: "It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time." i guess that means that 4 or 5 years from know i'll figure out why i'm having such a shitty summer. well, not super shitty. at least i'm not taking summer classes. but i do work at....(you know what i'm gonna say!) the fucking cheesecake factory! (i'm gonna write a song about that one day, just watch.)

i hate boys. that's all that i feel like saying about that for now. or maybe i'm lying. i can't decide if i'm feeling extra emotional because i've had a Corona (which i shouldn't because it was only one on an empty stomach), or because i saw an episode of Will and Grace that had a sappy romantic ending. either way, i feel really crappy towards men (except for my dad and Andre) and i have my job to thank for it. see, not only has this stupid job ruined my eating patterns (i've lost about 5 pounds since leaving school, and i really shouldn't weigh as little as i do) and my sleeping patterns and forced me to rely on Red Bull in order to act like a civilized human being while on the job, but it ruined... see, this job is making me bitter and evil. it ruined my lovelife. if you could call it that. i mean, i haven't actually seen the guy since a week before graduation, but we kept in touch over the phone and kept promising to see each other

grrrrrrrrrrrrr...... So i went to the toy store today to talk to the head manager and stuff. i saw karen, the senior mgr. who i talked to the other day, and she said, "don't say anything about management stuff!" i guess i didn't give you all the other part of the story the other day, as i was so excited about possibly leaving cheesecake. ok, so the head manager of the store is a very unhappy and conflicted person. he's getting married in a few weeks, and his fiancee has been nagging him about working somewhere else other than the toy store. originally he said that he was going to leave at the end of last christmas. then he said June. it's july 1st and he's still there. he can't make up his mind as to whether he wants to stay or go. he talks to karen about how the store's going to be hers and she's the boss and all this other stuff. then he'll start talking about all the ideas that he has for christmas and black friday and all that o

i kvetch, therefore i blog. ok, so i hate working at cheesecake factory. i've hated it since day one. i've kept telling myself that it's eventually going to get better, but after a month it has not. i don't like the people. i don't like the system. i hate the way i get treated there and i hate the way other people are treated there. the hours royally suck. and i mean *royally* suck. i'm not getting paid enough money for the stress that i go under, and this job is sucking the life out of me. even my mother says that it's impossible for me to have any kind of social life with the job that i have, and i agree. so it's obvious that i have to get out of there as soon as possible. but what do i do if i quit? so i obviously have to have something lined up before i go tell everyone at cheesecake to go to hell. the problem is that i have no clue where to go. well...there's one option. i stopped in the toy store today to say hi to everyone and