Answer to yesterday's Magic Eye thingie:

It is the almight immortal god among men, goatse.

 

Stare at the middle, relax your eyes, and tell me who you see!

I almost forgot!

I GOT A JOB

It's just doing service deli at the local Albertson's, but it's work. Unfortunatly, one of the guys I work with feels he must CONSTANTLY turn everything into a sexual context. I really don't care much since it's usually aimed at the chick I work with and she's a tough cookie, can take care of him if she wants. But it's damn annoying. Being the old fashioned girl I am to have someone act like that, especially a man, is akin to giving me the modern day "vapours". Rumour has it he's already talked about quitting just after his first day. He's going to say something at the wrong time and get in shitloads of trouble, if he doesn't quit first. We'll see.

And it probably will get people to unfriend me, but oh well.

Has anyone else drawn a line between racist attitudes towards people who act as a stereotype vs. a non-stereotype?

IE: Realise the difference between niggers and blacks, jew/kike, arab/towelhead?

Am I the only one lately who doesn't mind their black friends but can't stand niggers, and realises the difference? Or with any other group, for that matter?

Went to bozo with the clan, almost killed J. Picked up kitty stuff and an expansion for the CSI board game we're all addicted to. Boring shit.

M has gotten creepier. Since Kurt and B mentioned it I've noticed he really IS trying to impress me for some reason. Case in point and tell me if I'm being paranoid:

We're playing that CSI game downstairs and M shows up. He has the paper for Carwars with his "ultimate game car" on it. Despite the fact that I'm not into cars, don't give a shit about cars, barely know how to play the game, don't know anything about guns and explosives, and generally TELL him I'm not into that shit......he still decides to shove the thing in my face and ramble on and on and on. This wouldn't bother me as much if he was doing the same to everyone else, but he focused on ME. For over an hour it was "hey, A......". Always directed at me, getting too close, even poking me on the shoulder repeatedly when I ignored him to finish my conversation with Kurt and play my turn.

Am I paranoid? Is that creepy or is it just me?

And WHY, when the open chair is on the other side of the table, down near the other side, does he pull it right next to me to sit down?

What's up my ass?: uncomfortable

So Z, the guy who claimed Kurt hit his car with our door, has fucked up. Down at Learning Partners I found out that he's been scheduled to be evicted today, but for some reason he didn't get the three day notice and has until Monday.

What more proof must one need for the existance of god? None for me, I'll say.

I can't wait for the asshole to leave. Now it's a matter of getting rid of M. He was finally shown the importance of responsibility and timeliness in a group setting over at MH the other day. When he came to Kurt and I for validation for his negative behaviour I didn't give it. How's that for getting more assertive? I must learn the boundary between nice and being taken advantage of.

But as for our trip, the busride out was hell. Kurt meeting my parents was wonderful, even leading up to Ma giving him a hug. They don't want me far away but they accept that I'm happy. Driving back wasn't as bad as the bus, but Kurt did all the driving and is an angel for it. Oh! We saw the Spam museum! Which lead to us getting a Spamtown, USA bumpersticker and Spammy the Spam can bobble head figure. And yes, they DID have the Monty Python skit on continuous loop in one section.

I go to see Voc. Rehab. on the 4th as to find out if they'll comp or help pay for a distance learning course. Since my med school experience isn't needed around here for humans, I want to go into vetrinary and work with animals.

So yeah, busy month.

I'm back bitches. Marvel at my greatness.

But yeah, we're unpacking and settling in.

Massive DVD and video game-age to make up for months apart.

Oh MST3K! How we love thee!

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What's up my ass?: exhausted
Aural entertainment: The voices in my head

So we leave onight at 4 am for our trip back to PA, So we're planning to stay up tonight once we rest. I'm good about the trip out, it's coming back I worry about. But Kurt's a good driver and if we run into bad weather we can always just stop and find a hotel.

M is a complete jackass. I mentioned yesterday how I hope the money situation doesn't annoy my parents since I grew up pretty well off and spoilt rotten, and he goes " well, they're jews, right? So no wonder they like money.". Totally devoid of the fact that my father's a child of the depression and he worked his ass off for years to get his doctorate and he enjoys what he worked so hard to get. He's lucky I was in a good enough mood not to punch him, but my fists were clenched.

So I got over the flu and got the antibiotics by the time our visit to Kurt's parents came around. Everything was great except when we tried to leave for home we hit a rock which pierced our gastank. Got it fixed, spent an extra day in Idaho with the parents, all is well. Now we wait for the 3rd for the trip to meet MY parents. God help us all.

What's up my ass?: calm

Looking at my friend's entries I've finally realised there's too much drama, stupidity, and plain old boring-ness. Sorry if you've been un-friended by what's left of my brain must be protected. I can't take the pseudo-philosophical bullshit anymore!

I'm an asshole and I approve this message.