So, I got the job! I start tomorrow morning at Kroger (grocery store.) Drug test and background check came back today, and everything is set for me to start working! No more feeling like a bum, lol. FINALLY will be able to pay my own way. I've felt so guilty lately for not working... it's a great relief to know that soon I'll be bringing in a paycheck.

I talked to muh Skittles today! Skittles being Joni, Joni being my sister five times removed, lol. She no longer has to live with her cheating bastard of a husband and is doing much better without him---AND---has been going on a few dates, WITH MIKE'S ROOMIE! Double flippin' awesome, I love the both of them! And appearantly he misses the me, which makes me feel all warm and loved ^_^

I'm double psyched about Band Camp, can't wait for it to happen! Time, hurry yourself up so that I may mucho-enjoyo myselfo!

Yeah, sorry everyone, I'm on a bit of a caffiene rush :p

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"Hunters dick -- more bang for your buck every time!" is posted on a sign as you come onto my street. It's a business' sign. I cracked up. I wonder what the hell they meant by that?

My head is all achey. And I'm tired, but want to use the phone... frikkin' teenage girls. I know I bitch about her a lot, but honestly, she'd rather be on the computer talking to 15 different boys (none of whom she has actually met) or being on the phone with her "boyfriend" (whom none of us are even sure lives in the same state) than spend any time with any of the family. She gets on the phone with random boys and calls them baby and honey and tells them how she loves them and then referrs to her "boyfriend" as her "best, best friend" as to not clue them in that she's being a major phone-/computer-slut. They call and all introduce themselves as her boyfriend. Then she denies it once she's off the phone but won't say yes or no on it. OMG!!!!!1!111!!1one.

Went in for an interview at Kroger today, everything went amazingly well, they're supposed to call me as soon as they get the drug test results & background screen back in. Cross your fingers and say a lil' prayer, lol.

God. My. Head.

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^^^ My LJ. sorry 'bout linking wrong on my request page.. And it's mostly private, so you'll have to add me on there :(

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So, I've gone on a baking kick. Grandma picked up all the necessities for cakes & cookies yesterday. And...I made a cake. And icing. It's delicious. I don't really brag, like, ever, but it's amazing. My brother is over and he's working on his third piece. Anna just ate her second. Even my pro-at-everything-that-has-to-be-cooked grandmother complimented me. I should start selling this stuff!

I just had to commemorate this occasion, because it isn't often that I get something right on the first try ^_^

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My creativity level has hit ground zero. I haven't drawn in a month. Nor have I written, painted, sculpted anything... Ouch. I need new paints anyhow and an empty sketch book. I can use that as an excuse, right?

I talked to Mike for a bit today! Yeeehaaawww. He started on this guilt trip about how I moved away and left him. It made me cry. Then he called me a pussy girl and I had to laugh. My word, the things he can get away with. I've got to go visit his ass soon. I miss the him. Then again...he's been so distant lately that I'm beginning to wonder if he really has forgotten me. What am I saying? He was always distant till I broke down his defences... It's likely from not being able to talk to him as much. We used to talk from the time we woke up till one of us went to bed. He feels abandoned.. But, so do I. He could answer his phone more. Meh.

Am psyched about this whole concert. Adam's been good support for the past couple years. He saw me through the break up with Dennis.. stood by my side even when I talked about Mike a little (LOT) too much...We've laughed, we've cried, we've gotten drunk on the phone and made funny noises at our TVs. He's the awesome and I can't wait to see him. Half of me secretly hopes that I don't have a job till the beginning of August, just so I can spend more than the weekend with him. (Having a job that would let me take four or five days off would be even more amazing, but it's almost an impossibility...so boo for that.)

Haha, I tried calling an old friend/employer to make sure it was okay if I used her as a reference again and instead of her, I got "John Deere switch board operator, how may I help you?" and didn't understand the fast speech at first. I said "Um, may I speak with Karen?" And the condescending hussie repeated herself like I was some lower life form.

In talking to Grandma today about Anna and Daddy and my whole not having been raised here status, I've discovered some interesting things. I'm the one that was wanted. I at least feel better now that I know I was special to him. Bright and bubbly and outgoing and everything the other was not. Of course, the other treats me like I'm worthless. Now, I simply look at her and laugh. She'd be easy to feel sorry for if she weren't on her frikkin' high horse all the time. And, of course, the whole conversation brought up some deep issues with the maternals. Rah. Life is never fair. Just learn to live with it, I guess.

Grandma helped me make peanut butter fudge at midnight. That woman is amazing in so many ways. I need to make up a grocery list for things to bake with. We have no extract and no brown sugar. :(

Anna has Grand Assembly with her Rainbows group in a couple of weeks. It's about 150 miles from here and I do believe that if Grandma goes for the ceremony she intends to, I'll be driving. That's amazing. "I can't see you driving" still makes me grin.

I like this.

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Why didn't someone warn me that little sisters are the most annoying things in creation? I mean, I love her...But come on.

So, I grew up with my maternal grandparents. They took me as an 18 months old baby and only spoke horribly of my dad's family. I never got to know the grandmother I'm with now, never had the opportunity to really see anything of my dad (who died when I was 14,) and lost the chance to grow up with my siblings. You'd think that now, they'd be like.. a part of my life since they wanted me so badly all those years.. well, at least wanting to see me since they haven't since January when I made the four hour (one way) trip down to where they lived. Wellll, nope. No such luck. They've been in town here, THREE times since I moved here, and they refuse to come see me. It's not like they live anywhere near here and I could go see them. No, they've moved to the other side of Illinois now. AND THEY WERE IN TOWN. AND THEY DIDN'T CARE TO COME SEE ME. Fuckin' geez. Why do I even care? Who knows. I should hate them. Why can't I? Grrr.

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