You Are a Strawberry Daiquiri

You're a fun, playful drinker who loves to party. You may get totally wasted, but you're always a happy drunk!

What Mixed Drink Are You?

There's this man who is a member at the Fitness Center. Everytime he comes in here, he opens a can of Diet Pepsi and pours it into his water bottle and drinks it while he exercises. I just think that's funny. Why doesn't he just buy a bottle of soda? I'm kind of going to miss this place when it closes. That is, I'm going to miss silently making fun of the people that come in here. Oh come on! We all silently make fun of people sometimes! It's not like I talk about them to other people, or make fun of their weight! I just giggle at their respective quirks! Don't pretend you don't do it too! God! Lay off me, will ya! lol

I've got another job interview tomorrow. I guess I dropped off a resume at Family Video a while back, and the manager called me yesterday to ask me if I would be interested in interviewing for the Management Trainee program. I told her I'd have to think about it. Later on that night, I started thinking, "What do I have to think about? I mean, do I really want to stay at Casey's the rest of my life?" Yes, I have friends there, and I would feel bad for making them think that I would be around for a while, but it's nothing personal, you know? It's about my life. I want to BE somebody. I want to have a career. If I succeeded at the Management Trainee program, they would give me my own store. I would have to move, but is anything really tying me down to this area? Yes, my parents and my sister are here, but I hardly have any friends, and for a salary-based job and the opportunity to be somebody important, I have no problem moving. Plus, Ray said that he would go anywhere with me, so what am I waiting for, right?

How weird does this look? This is a picture of the Revolution, Nintendo's answer to the PS3 and the Xbox 360. And that remote-looking thing?...that's the controller! Can you believe it? Here's the link to the article I found about it.

My first two days at Casey's wasn't too bad, I have to admit. The people there are really nice, and they seem to like me okay so far. I made my first pizza, which didn't come out horribly, and tomorrow I'm going to learn donuts. However, I got my schedule, every day this week except for today and Wednesday I have to go in at 4 am to 8 am, go home for a few hours, and then go back from 10 am to 2 pm. Donuts in the morning, and pizza in the afternoon. This is the earliest I've ever had to wake up for a job. I'm gonna have to go to bed at 7 pm! Thank God I bought some sleeping pills a while back!

In other horrible news: I found 3 gray hairs yesterday! I'm only 22! I thought I was dealing with my stress okay, but apparently not!

I wish I could just party all day and never work.

     I had an interview at Casey’s on Monday. Afterward, the manager said I could have the job, but she’s okay with giving me 24 hours to think about it. I took the offer. Who knows what would happen in the next 24 hours, right? The next day Dr. Virgin’s Chiropractic office calls me.  They’re interested in hiring me as an assistant. I go in for another interview, but not before I called Casey’s and asked for an extra day. Teresa, the manager, said that would be fine. The interview with Dr. Virgin went great, but I made sure that he was aware that I would need to know by the next day so I could tell Casey’s yes or no. Also, I don’t want to say no to the Casey’s job, not get the assistant job, and be out of a job altogether. He said that would probably be a problem since he has more interviews on Thursday, but that he would let me know.
As you can imagine, I was extremely nervous after that since I would much rather work at Dr. Virgin’s than Casey’s. Steph came over for awhile, and then Todd came over and took Ray out to My Place (the bar) to drink and play pool. About 2 hours later, Ray called and asked me to come out. See, I normally don’t do that. I have social anxiety disorder. I don’t like crowds. I don’t like people. People don’t like me. However, since I was nervous about the whole job thing, I got ready and went out. I had about 3 beers at the bar. Well, actually, I’m not totally for sure how many I had because Ray and Todd made sure that my mug was never empty. Then Todd met this guy named Brent at the bar, and he invited the three of us over to his place to hang out and get drunk. Apparently this guy has some killer alcohol. To my own disbelief, I was like, sure, let’s go! But first, we went to Trails, yet another bar, where I had a vanilla vodka and diet Pepsi and played a game of pool with Ray. By the time we left and headed for Brent’s, I was already pretty tipsy. I’m such a lightweight. We all end up drinking this vodka I picked out of Brent’s stash that had a piece of actual wood in the bottle! This stuff was so smooth, I didn’t even need a chaser after taking a shot. I think I had 3, but it could have been more. The whole night is such a blur. I do remember the major events, though. Finding out that Brent is actually Brent Chumley, who, well, I’ll just insert this little bio I found about him:

“Brent ChumleyBrent Chumley is an artist from Taylor Springs Illinois. He received a Bachelor's Degree in Art & Design from Southern Illinois U. at Edwardsville. He continued his education at St. Louis Comm. College at Meramec in digital art and graphic design. Brent has been doing professional art since the age of 14 and has been working in the gaming industry as an illustrator for the past 4 years. He has worked with a number of companies including: Wizards of the Coast (D&D core line, upcoming Eberron line), Steve Jackson Games, Mongoose Publishing, Mystic Eye Games, Assassin Miniatures, Eric E. Knight's Vampire Earth game, Dragon Dog Press, etc.... Brent has also produced the cover painting for the role-playing game 1632 by Battlefield Press based on the novel by our Author Guest of Honor Eric Flint! When not producing art Brent enjoys playing those games that he works for and singing for a recording hard rock band.  Brent was the Artist Guest of Honor at Icon in 2002 and the Artist Guest of Honor at St. Louis’s DieCon in 2005.”

So that’s one of the major things. The second was the fact that Todd was hanging all over me, and apparently even tried to kiss me once, according to Ray, and that really upset him. I remember him being all over me, but I’m just going to chalk it up to being single, drunk, and alone. Third was Brent asking me to design a website for him, and asking Ray to be in his band. And fourth, the big one, me puking in Brent’s bathroom… four times… I think.  LOL
Anyway, so I get up this morning, and still inebriated and hung over at the same time, I remember the whole Casey’s/Dr. Virgin’s office situation. I got highly impatient, and at about 11 I called Dr. Virgin’s for an update, and he said that he just couldn’t justify canceling the Thursday interviews.  I said that was fine, and that if he would want me to come back in for a second interview, I would. I mean, if Dr. Virgin offers me the job, I’ll just put two weeks in at Casey’s and then I’m gone. I don’t want to stay there. Not that there’s anything wrong with Casey’s…it’s just not my thing, you know. So anyway, yeah, I start at Casey’s at 9 am tomorrow.  Whoo-hoo!
Oh, and one more thing, Ray won 20 dollars in a pool tournament tonight!  Go Ray!

Some pictures from the ball game last night.

Is the streak over?

     Ray got a speeding ticket last night.  So far, nothing has happened today, so I think (I hope) our streak of bad luck has ended. Monday, we got into the biggest fight of our relationship, Tuesday I got laid off a week ahead of schedule, Wednesday the water got shut off because our landlord forgot (didn’t) pay the bill, Thursday some ass-fuck old farmer hit my car in the parking lot of IGA, and yesterday Ray got his ticket.  It’s 7:47pm right now. Ray’s gone with his friends. I’m at home with the cats enjoying adult beverages… please, God… the day’s almost over…

Treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.  - Quentin Crisp

What else can go wrong?

     Yesterday, I made a quick run to IGA to get some soda and ice.  All I take is my little card holder that has my debit card and driver’s license and what not.  When I’m done, as I just finished backing out of my parking space, I look to my right, and this huge truck backs into me, lifting me up off the ground.  I scream and honk, and after what seems like forever, he pulls up so I can be level with the ground again. I get out, hoping there’s no or minimal damage, but alas, a huge crater above the right passenger tire. I went to reach for my cell phone, then remembered that for the first time ever, I didn’t bring it. I’ll never make that mistake again. I went over and got the guy’s insurance and went inside Dollar General to use their phone to call the police and leave a message on the CallWave for Ray (since I couldn’t call his cell phone because it’s long distance.)  The cop shows up, and while I’m waiting for the guy to write up the report, I have to listen to the old man who was driving the truck, “I just didn’t see her, and I don’t think she saw me either” over and over again. But here’s the thing, and I was to shook up then to realize it, but thankfully I did while I was on the phone with State Farm: I was done backing up and was completely perpendicular with the other parked cars when he ran into me diagonally. That means I backed out first. Unfortunately, as my State Farm agent said, it probably won’t be that they’ll put 100% of the blame on the old man because we were both backing out, it was on private property, and there weren’t any witnesses. Even if they found out that he was at fault, I’d still have to pay my $50 deductible. I just hope my rates won’t go up. I should hope not. It the fault was 50/50, it shouldn’t, or if it was all him, it shouldn’t, and I don’t see how they can put blame on me. Oh, and as I was leaving to go back home, I heard a guy yell. I looked to my right, and here was Ray, running in sandals all the way from home to make sure I was okay.  Isn’t he sweet? And I was okay. So is the car, except for the huge crater of course, but at least it’s not on the door. We do have to drive to the Cardinals game tonight with a huge embarrassing dent in the car, though. Can anything else go wrong in the next few days?

I don't wanna be an ad-typer!

     I’ve got it. You know what I really need? I need a job that I can do at home. Like over the internet or something. That way, I can stay here so Ray can use the car to find a job.  Yes!  It’s perfect!  Oh, wait. Most internet jobs are scams. Ad-typers and the like. If anyone knows of any stay at home jobs that are actually for real, let me know!

The Slambook

     For the first time in years, I added a new category to The Slambook (http://www.geocities.com/theslambook) today.  A visitor suggested it.  Wow!  I can’t believe someone is still going to The Slambook.  Hey, I would have to say that that site is my biggest accomplishment. It’s been up for about 7 years now, and I still get submissions every once in a while. Maybe I should go big with it. Actually pay for web space and promote it and what not. Eh, I think I better focus on getting a job first.  (

I hate stress

     I hate stress. Who doesn’t, right?  Well, yesterday, they ended my temporary receptionist job at Schutt Sports a week early.  Now I don’t have a job.  I’m up for a permanent position there, but I thought I would find out about that before my temp job was over, you know?  But no, of course not. They better call me ASAP or I’m screwed.  The temp agency (Manpower) is looking for another job for me, but who knows how long that will be!  Could be weeks! I’m screwed.

Does anyone know a good alternative to PayPal? Because, after reading this, I want to switch to someone else.