Remember More Than You'd Like To Forget

Things to touch base on.

I guess I never mentioned this, but I got a ticket on January 18, the day I was heading to Beat The Bookstore for the first time. Ticket for what you might ask? For not wearing my seatbelt. Apparently the cop saw me trying to put it on and started tail-gating the hell out of me. Thanks stupid bitch. They just had to be a female. Who the fuck gets pulled over for not wearing their seatbelt? Tell me.

My Mom just came in showing me that she spent about $450 on two pairs of shoes and a purse. And she bitches at me for shopping for too many shirts and etc that cost 10 bucks each >:O

Today's my Dad's birthday. Kind of forgot but remembered when he was calling me. He tried to call me out on it about him having to call me to hear a "happy birthday". HAHA. He ALWAYS forgets my birthday. Douche. After that I pretty much got hate voicemails or calls from him all day cause he couldn't get ahold of my sister. Bitchy on his birthday, cool.

I just realized my parents are fucken old. I think my Mom just turned 57? That means my Dad is...if not by now, pushing 70. Holy fuck.

$200 every month for car insurance. So off with my budget. I'll just really restrain myself from buying shit... after H&M's sale >_>

Maybe I really should see a physician. I don't remember the last time I've been to a regular doctor for a checkup. It's disgusting, but I could never go to a gyno, no matter how much you paid me. Ever since I was told about it at like the age of 12, I've been deathly afraid to go. Now that I can go by myself, I still don't want to go. Besides the fact that they totally violate every sacred part of your body, I think I'm scared what the results might be. Mainly because my Mom and sister is extremely sick now with I don't even know what. They have major medical problems that I still don't understand and I don't want to know that there's something wrong with me, if there is (knock on wood). But seriously, I'm happy going about my days working as hard as I can and all that junk.

Nathan, Kiwi, and more just put in their two weeks notice. Nancy had already quit. Some people just work once a week. If Courtland passes that security test, he'll be gone. All my good co-workers are gone. >:O

Mr. Anderson really toys with my last name. He gave me a candy count sheet with different pictures displaying what a 'fan' might be. Ceiling fan.... those Asian fans that you use to air yourself off with.... I think there was a helicopter on it too. I get put in box office and he says, "I'm sorry for this but... I'm putting you next to the heater." Oh I dread going to work sometimes just to see him pull the cord and swirl his finger around in circular motion in attempt at making the ceiling fan spin. (If you ever do this to me, I will personally sock you in the face.)

Philosophy is getting interesting in the whole constructing valid arguments. I think I'm getting the hang of it.

The Cobra Starship show is fucking SOLD OUT. I'm so fucking angry. I wanted to take pictures of Gabe. sdihgoisdhgsodighoiwh5t3w9yg0ps9dhg

I will go to the Emery show though. That'll be the first time I'll have a picture of them since they're always at HOB. Going with Cathleen... haven't talked to her in months. Kind of cool how we don't talk but the second we know a show is coming up, we catch up on the day of.

Oh, and I guess Andrew has been like deathly sick so he hasn't been at work. I sent him a text yesterday saying "Heard you got sick. Get well." It's the thought that counts? But I tried to make it as informal as possible. Haha... His friend, Kimo came in looking for him on Monday too. He went up to me and talked. Meh. I kind of hoped to not see him ever again.

Oh and I totally bombed that Gattaca assignment that had nothing to do with the movie. Woo.

Story of my life.