Monday, August 29, 2005

My Day Off

This is how I spent my Monday. I went to work. Well, not to work, but to shop. In essence, I put on a fashion show for my co-workers, then blew $150 on 6 shirts, a sweater, a pair of pants, and a down vest. And yet I saved $128 from my employee discount. All I have to say is WOW. That night, one of my friends called me up and asked me to go ice blocking with her and her youth group. "Sure," I said. Before I knew it, I was sitting on a block of ice at the top of a hill in B-ham, getting ready to slide down. Needless to say, by the time we were done, I was wet and cold, and my butt was extremely dirty and hurting. It was fun though. And funny as hell! We had lots of people that go to Western, stopping to watch us make complete idiots of ourselves! You should try it sometime...

Friday, August 26, 2005

Roses and Chocolate: A Woman's Best Friend

My day went wonderfully. It started out on the bus, of course, when a good guy friend of mine got on at the local grocery store, dressed in a suit and tie, holding a couple of grocery bags; One containing roses, and the other containing Hershey's Hugs and Caramel Kisses. The man who got on behind him asked him if I was the lady and Nate, of course, said yes. We walked around the mall until my shift was supposed to start. The woman running the newspaper kiosk even asked us if we were engaged. He escorted me to work and about ten minutes later, he came into my store and presented the roses and candy to me in front of all my co-workers. Then he took off. The rest of the day, I was higher than a kite. I have no romantic feelings for this guy, but it was still a nice gesture. Thinking it through, it's starting to look like this guy has feelings for me. I mean, a dozen red roses, Hershey's Hugs and Kisses? I talked to him tonight and he admits that I'm one of the four that he would consider a relationship with. Insane. I didn't think that I'm the type of girl who a guy would want as a girlfriend.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Work, The Crazies, and The Witnesses

So, I was on my way to work yesterday, after seeing a few of my friends at registration, and some little boy walks up to me in a nice, blue suit and tie, carrying an old, worn Bible and a piece of paper. I had my headphones on but when he approached me, I listened up. He started preaching to me about the end being near, the suffering is almost over. He even quoted Psalms out of the Bible. And this whole time I had two questions in my head: What religion are you and how old are you? Did I mention the fact that this boy looked to be younger than ten? He hands me the piece of paper and says, "Here's something for you to read on the bus," and walks away. I turn the paper over, hoping to find a sign of what religion the boy was and find the Jehovah's Witnesses address on the back.
Boy, do they train them young these days.
The ride in was uneventful. Thank God I didn't see my stalker.
After about an hour, I head into work. Like I had predicted, Kendra was working. Also as I predicted, I only had to work with her until five. That's five hours of my shift but I wasn't complaining because that's not a lot. Orlando was also there and we had a new girl named Alex, who, by being hired, had broken the name pattern. Listen to the names before Alex was hired: Vanessa (who quit two weeks after she was hired), Kendra, Delana, Jessica, Jessica (This isn't a typo. There are two Jessica's that work at this retail store), Tia, Zorah. Orlando is the only guy that works there so it's not a big deal. Then there are the managers: Stacey, Stephanie, Tami... notice the pattern yet?
But anyways, Tami gave me a surprise that day; I was getting register trained, which explained why Orlando and I were scheduled together. Zorah was coming in later but once she came in, Stacy got Orlando and I busy with the registers. Then Orlando proceeded to flirt with Zorah, yet it wasn't sickening, but insanely entertaining. Orlando left and Zorah took her lunch. That's when Stacey figured out that I am crazy. I started talking to her and myself and she could never tell when I was talking to her or myself. So she gave me a bunch of shit about it.
"What? Are you talking to me or to yourself?"
"I was talking to you Stacey. I'm not insane."
"Yeah. Whatever."
All this was said with smiles on our faces. Most people don't love work, but I think my coworkers and I all make it fun.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005


It's like Alex Hitchens says: "Any man has the opportunity to sweep any woman off of her feet. He just needs the right broom."
Has any guy ever considered the possible reasons why a woman wouldn't want to fall in love? Well, there are the obvious ones, like her career, another (fake) guy, or maybe it's just not a good time for her. But you know, the real reason runs deeper.
I can walk down Main street every day and count at least five couples holding hands, holding eachother or making out. Maybe not on the same streetcorner, but they're all there. Then I think about all those girls who are single, like me, who are lonely, unlike me, who are seeing these same couples, wishing, hoping, praying that they will find a guy like that. It doesn't matter whether the guy treats them like crap, just as long as they have something to do on a Friday night.
The truth of it is, women don't want to fall in love because of men themselves. I know from personal experience that it hurts to fall in love. Divorce rates are increasing, breakups are common, people are looking for their true loves, and sometimes they find them. But for most people, I don't think it exists. I think Mr. Right is a faulty character that women who don't know what they want, come up with just to have something to hope for.
The way I see it is, if a woman can work her way through college, find a well-paying job, be self-sufficient, and have a few true girlfriends (maybe a guy friend or two, as long as they don't fall in love with them), they are set for life. People come and go in your life and the best you can do is try not to get hurt. It's hard as hell but it can be done.

Now, let's look at it from the guy's point of view: he's out there, looking for a piece of ass, maybe to make a baby or two. Now, if he's a nice guy, he'll stay with his wife. The chances? Slim to none. There are a few good guys out there. And the assholes make it horrible for the good guys. They don't have a chance! If someone could tell me, please how a nice guy is going to sweep me off my feet after all the men in my life have hurt me, and make it convincing, I would be ready to try again. The most I give? One shot, then I'm done. If the men can't see the "Fuck off. I've been hurt too many times by other men just like you." stamped across my forehead, they must be blind.

The truth? Falling in love hurts too damn much too be worth it once you hit the very hard cement ground.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Tons to Tell

Are you ready for this? Well, to begin with, I got kicked out of my father's house (a blessing in disguise). My mom found out about my back and neck hurting after I fell off a horse and she called up one of my friends in Moses Lake and requested that they take me to ER because she knows my father won't. So I go to ER, my mother drives the five hours to come and get me, Shane makes a scene in ER just before we leave and I forget a lot of stuff at my father's house, including my pictures from France. SUCKY. So I come back to the West side and I spend most of the next few days in a pill-induced coma and came to the realization that Vicoden gives you some extremely screwed up dreams. When I'm finally awake enough to call people, the first person I call is my soon-to-be boyfriend (not anymore) and I ask him if we're still planning to be together. He then goes on to explain that "shit happens", just as I thought would happen. That same day, I have an interview to go to at Eddie Bauer. The next day, Tami, one of the managers, calls me and tells me that they want to offer me a position, despite the interview that (I thought) sucked. The next day, Katie and I go to see "Must Love Dogs" and have a really good time. I start my new job as a sales associate the next day at 8:30am. I got grounded shortly after that for going to see Charles, Morgan, Shauna, and Jesse. On Saturday, the thirteenth, my grandma and I drive the piano back to her house and my mom and dad are already there. We bring the piano in and the next day pick up the stuff at my father's house that I left behind. We take off up to the pass and our car ends up overheating. Turns out that it blew a headgasket. Grandma and Grandpa catch up with us and call a tow truck to tow our car to Stanwood. I get home at ten pm and call Charles after checking my email.
We talk about a ton of sensitive subjects, some including, Shane, Tyler, Charles' relationship with Shauna, and our "relationship". He finally admitted to me that he likes me in the same way that I have liked him for four years. That's a 1/4 of my life! It's funny how fast things can change. Five days later, I am extremely angry with him and I call him up and start yelling at him about lying to me about what happened between him and Shauna in the park. I totally freaked on him, the poor guy. And when I broke down and started crying, man, I really must have scared him. We start talking civilly and I tell him through my continued tears that I just want it to stop hurting. He tells me that in six years, he'll come to find me so we can get married. He had told me in an earlier email that he loves me and I finally said it back to him. But you see, this love isn't the romantic kind. It's the kind that just tells someone that you're there for them... that you care. I worked last night and it was quite funny because Delana and I talked about a ton of stuff too. Like Shane, love, boys, and doing the right thing. I aquired a new nickname too: FRG (pronounced furggie). Fitting Room Girl. Hers is EeeeeOoooo for Easy One. She thinks I have turret syndrome. A couple weeks ago, Charles invited me to his brother's wedding. It's today and even if I could find a ride, I wouldn't go. I don't want to suffer watching Charles and Shauna grope eachother until dusk, while I sit, paired up with someone who's trying to grope me, whom I don't like. In other words miserable.