I think I finally got my page fixed. I deleted my poll, and it seems to work faster now. I hope this entry shows up so I can inform people more on my lifetime events!

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This is just an entry to see if it posts because my entries haven't worked, and I don't know why!

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Yesterday, I came home to our Christmas tree toppled over onto the floor. I'm guessing the cats did it when they were fighting during the day (since they don't get along well at all), but I'm not really sure. Anyway, there were bulbs from the tree clear out into the kitchen (Our Christmas tree's in the living room, which comes after our kitchen)! I panicked, knowing that Vicky had been extra mean lately anyway. I called Matt in histerics. He told me to clean up as much of it as I could so that maybe Vicky wouldn't be so mad. Luckily, as soon as I had found the tree, I unplugged everything. Water was all over the place! I could have been electrocuted! I tried to pick up the tree, but to no use. It was way too big, and wouldn't stop sliding off the piece of wood it was originally posted on. Luckily, all the presents I had for anyone in the household had been off to the side. The tree had fallen straight forward, missing all my presents. Unfortunately, the one present that Miranda had placed under the tree, the one for me, was crushed and soaked. I removed it from the monstrocity of a pine and put it downstairs by the woodstove to dry. The present was obviously some sort of clothing because I could tell it was in a gift box, and it was really smooshy. When Vicky called me the first time, she seemed furious and irritable. I didn't really know how to deal with her. She called back a second time when she found out she was going to be later than she had originally planned. This time, Vicky seemed fairly okay. When she got home, she actually was talking to me. Matt and I saw this as an opportunity to ask her if it was alright if I got off the bus at his house to spend some time with the kid we're babysitting Friday and then come back to my house to try and watch the rest of the movies he rented. Luckily, Vicky agreed so I'm back on track and excited about Friday!

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Sunday at Subway was extremely slow. I think business is going to slow down with us during the winter anyway, but it was really boring. I got so bored that I organized the napkins into the Star of David. I think that by the time I left, which was at five, we had only sold thirty some subs. That's not cool at all, considering we open at 10:00AM. At one point, I called Matt to tell him how bored I was. He told me that he called Vicky and she said it was okay if he came over that night and watched some of the movies that he had rented earlier that day. I was happy to hear this, since my day had basically sucked so far. I told Matt to call her back and see if she could pick him up before she picked me up for work. That way, I could see him sooner. Luckily, he came in with Vicky when she picked me up from work. Matt had rented five movies from the Video King in Troy because they had a special to rent five movies for $3.00. We watched "The Blair Witch Project" and "Hellraiser". Matt was supposed to come over to finish the movies tonight. Instead, I screwed it up. Miranda and Vicky were fighting over Miranda not cleaning her room this morning. I really didn't need to get into it, but I did. Vicky said she was going to clean Miranda's drawers herself. Miranda said that if she did, she was going to clean Vicky's drawers and see what was in there. Immediately, I spoke up and said that Vicky had birth control in there. Vicky told me to "quit the fucking attitude". I told her to "quit the fucking language". Then, she said that I couldn't have Matt over to watch movies tonight. I can't stand that woman! Miranda can mouth back to her all she wants, but I can never even say one thing back to her without losing some small priviledge (which tends to be something to do with Matt, since he's all she's reallly go to take away).

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