| moms say the darndest things |
[Jun. 22nd, 2008|01:13 pm] |
Recently the fridge died. We had to get a new one. It has an ice maker and water dispenser but we never hooked it up. We meaning my Mom and me. This morning somebody she knows was supposed to come over and hook it up. I was sleeping in late since I won't be able to this week (summer school). I heard him come and go. Then, I got up and checked the water dispenser but it wasn't working. I went and asked my mom "It isn't set up?" and she asks "Is what set up?". In an instant in my head I started thinking "The fucking icemaker. What the fuck else was supposed to be set up this morning???". Luckily I kept my mouth shut and politely said "the icemaker". I guess the hose thing was too short and the guy needed something else.
Also, last night we were watching the olympic trials. It was the women gymnast trials. They were all like 13-16 years old. They had more muscle than I will ever have!! So I start telling my mom that I need to start working out and wish I had some place to set up my workout benches and weights. I say I want some place because I own a couple nice workout benches that were nicely set up in the garage a couple years ago. However, my mom took over the garage and just started stuffing shit that we really don't need or use in there. Consequently, I have no place to set up the machines. Sad, I know. Well anyway, she tells me to start drinking this whey protein powder. She told me that it turns your fat into muscle. I pseudo-argued with her over it. I was saying that it worked only if you worked out. She said that all you needed to do was drink it. Of course, like everytime we pseudo-argue (yes, I just made up that word), she starts to get all teary-eyed so I just back off. Doesn't she think that if this magic shake powder worked that there would be no fat in the world?? It just doesn't make sense to think like that. You need the protein to help build muscle mass when one is working out. It doesn't just work with the shake alone. At least that is what science has told me. Not the stupid infomercials that she was probably watching when she bought it. Ugh. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|02:43 pm] |
First off, everyone go and download the new firefox. Version 3.0 bitches. Download here. They are trying to set a world record or something for most downloaded software in 24 hours. The site just came back up. It's pretty nice except for a few addons not working. I haven't noticed anything too significant. Go see for yourself.
Today, I sold another book. I went to the post office to mail it. I got help from John Kerry. Seriously, this guy looks and sounds like him. If he were running for office I might vote for him. He was asking me the normal questions about the package and I told him it was just a book. Then he told me that since it was a book it is much cheaper and saves about 8 bucks. wth? Nobody ever told me that before. Just last week I sent off another book and it was $11. I figured it was because the book weight over 6 pounds. It was a big ass calculus book. John Kerry said to mention it was a book and I wanted it sent via media mail. I also picked up another calculus book. It was much smaller and cost $90. I sold my other big ass one for $60. So I guess I didn't do too bad. Another strange thing is that my macroeconomics book I sent today was bought by someone from Riverside. I actually considered just driving over there and dropping it off. That would have been kinda creepy though. Well for anyone who sells stuff online, remember to mention media mail when you send it off.
Right now, a couple of drunks who always walk down my street to the liquor store nearby are picking apricots from my tree that is hanging over the fence. I'm glad they didn't come in the gate. |
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| I'm back and I need to get a real blog |
[Jun. 13th, 2008|10:05 pm] |
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So today I went to Costco to get some contacts that i had ordered. My mom had mentioned something about going that way. I made the mistake of calling her and asking her if she was still going. She said she wasn't but asked me to pick up a rotisserie chicken. Ugh, I was heading that way so I figured why not. So I went to Costco, picked up my contacts and got the chicken. I got in the shortest line there. Unfortunately there was a fat white bitch in front of me. She was so fat. Her ass must have been at least a foot away from her back. She had 3 screaming little brats that were running around and her cart was full to the max. The cart was overflowing and the lady that boxes stuff asked her if it was ok to give her two carts to hold her stuff. I figured 'if this lady has any heart she'll let me go first.' No such luck. She looked and me and made eye contact. Then looked away and told her kids to start putting the stuff on the register belt. What a bitch! I thought maybe she was still gonna let me go but still nothing. After about five minutes, a worker that was standing next to me says 'Sir, with the chicken. Come with me.'. She let me check out in the cage where they keep the cigarettes. I found out it was the manager and she had let me go to a special line since I just had a chicken. Success! I passed the white bitch and went on my way. I'm sure she was still checking out by the time I got to my car. That will teach her a lesson. At least I hope. |
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| so that was exciting... |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|09:54 pm] |
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So I am house sitting again for the same people as always. My mom and I took the people to the airport today in Long Beach. They are flying to Florida and then going on a 17 day cruise through the Panama Canal. My mom drove home and took me back to the place. I went in and the alarm started going off. THe only problem is the people had never told me the code and told me not to use it while I was here. I tried calling the lady who lives here but she was about to board a plane and turned her phone off. I called my mom and she came back right away. She called the man that lives here and he had his phone on (I don't have his phone number) and told her the code and I turned it off. My mom waited here with me in case the alarm company called or the police showed up. It was about 10 minutes and she was about to live when the police pulled up. We had to explain to him that I was house sitting here. I showed him the instructions that the people leave me. Apparently that's a burglar tactic though where the burglars show the cops a letter saying that the people told them to be there. We told him to ask the neighbors if he wanted and that was enough for him. He took my information in case it happens again. He was a kool cop though and let us go. Then my mom left and I check the answering machine and the alarm company called. They must have called while the alarm was going off and we didn't hear it. I"m just glad my mom had stuck around otherwise I'd probably be writing this from jail. |
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[Jan. 6th, 2008|03:05 am] |
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Don't you hate it when you hear a song and it makes you think of someone that you'd rather not think about. Sounds sappy but in my situation it's not. There's a song called Jolene by the White Stripes. It was originally done by Dolly Parton and, as weird as it sounds, I like both versions. There's also a Led Zeppelin song that mentions Jolene and a Cake song called Jolene. The only problem is it makes me think of this old lady from the American Legion. Not only is she old but she has saggy boobs and doesn't wear a bra of any kind and it can get kinda cold in the Legion if you know what I mean. She also has no teeth and she doesn't wear dentures. It doesn't stop there though. She is missing one or two of her fingers. So everytime I hear these awesome songs I think of her and it's just weird. Especially with older ones like Led Zeppelin and Dolly Parton because it makes me think they're singing about her. So weird. |
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[Dec. 26th, 2007|11:12 pm] |
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i'm sure nobody wants to know this but i have this pimple about an inch under my belly button and it really hurts. every time i sit down it hits my belt buckle or the top of my pants and it hurts. i popped it but it won't go away. it sucks. |
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[Dec. 25th, 2007|06:12 pm] |
so first off, happy christmas or whatever it is you celebrate. everyone i know celebrate christmas so i don't know why i have to say everything else. well, my christmas was ok this year. alot better than last year. i got 3 presents from my extended family which is about 2 more than i usually get. I got some money and some gift cards. i'm glad they just gave me that and not junk that i really don't need. yay for not thought presents!
i've been griping lately of all the references to "god" that i see everywhere. not even christmas related but just cuz it was christmas made it worse. of course i have a few gripes. first the god related ones. i got with my family last night for christmas eve and they were complaining about how stores can't say christmas and they have to say happy holidays or something like that. the thing that made me mad was that they were complaining that they had to let other people join celebrations. not everyone celebrates christmas so we kinda gotta include everyone. saying happy holidays is something like that. how would they feel if everyone didn't celebrate christmas and they were excluded? they would feel left out of course and probably get offended.
another religious gripe. first off i'm glad i don't have any kids. but that gripe comes later. my cousin has a kid about a year old and she's pregnant with another. for some reason every gets a kick out of teaching it tricks like a dog. they teach the babies to dance, make faces and even talk on cell phones. last night i just about went crazy when my cousin told her son to show his grandma how he prays. the little boy folded his hands and even closed his eyes like he was praying and everyone thought it was the most adorable thing ever. i just bit my lip and tried to keep quiet. The other day I had to buy the two babies in my family some presents. my mom told me what to buy one cousin and told me to buy the praying cousin something educational. (i figured alright maybe he has some hope to learn and become a rational person. it's pretty hopeless considering who his parents are.) this was before seeing him "pray". so i bought him some bilingual books for numbers and colors and an elmo's potty time since my mom told me he needed to learn that. today he opens his presents and he has those things and another dvd. i was like "wtf? i only bought one". it turned out my mom bought him a veggie tales dvd. it was titled "god made me special". of course i didn't say anything and just thought, "shit! here i am giving this kid some hope to learn and my mom is trying to pound that shit in his head already. fuck!" of course that was all inside and i just kept quiet.
some of the presents my mom got last night were prayer shit too. they were a pair of hands like it was going to receive something. kinda how the hands go when getting eucharist. it had some kind of scripture thing about "his hands...." and guess what it was. it was a fucking birdfeeder! yes a fucking birdfeeder! isn't there enough jesus going around and now we have to give it to the fucking birds!?
another thing is i am so glad i don't have kids. my cousin is 20 and she has one and is pregnant with another. at least she started later than most but still. my other cousin adopted a baby and is taking care of it. today both of the kids were here and all hell broke loose. we couldn't watch tv, we couldn't have anything on the tables, we couldn't do much of anything. every five seconds, literally, one of the kids was either getting into shit or pulling on the tree. of course, i have my dog here and i have to watch for her. fuck that, she lives here and they don't. they're in her territory. i don't care how fucking cute they are, they are a pain. it makes me glad i'm so lonely and can't make any. i'm glad all i have is a fucking dog.
and to those that don't know or haven't realized it, my family doesn't know how much i hate religion or even that i'm an atheist. not even my own mom. i feel bad sometimes having to hide it from her but i'm sure they've all had their suspicions. |
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[Nov. 26th, 2007|10:02 pm] |
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woohoo! no more braces. but now i have to wear a retainer. i have a lisp and talk like every stereotypical nerd with braces. this sucks. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2007|04:46 pm] |
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i am house sittin again this year for thanksgiving weekend. today i woke up cuz the dogs were barking and i didn't know why. the one stupid poodle barks at nothing but then the chihuahua started barking so i knew something was there. i looked and there was a white bald guy looking in through the window. i didn't know who this guy but he left after a few seconds of looking in. i kept looking outside and saw him get into a truck next door. i guess it was the neighbor. why he was peeking in though, i don't know. i didn't hear a knock or doorbell or anything so i don't know what he was looking for. the people i housesit for usually tell the neighbors i'm here. either way it was kinda wierd. |
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| the internet was made for pr0n |
[Nov. 15th, 2007|01:18 am] |
so today my ethics class was canceled. i was really disappointed because we were going to talk all about pornography. i was kinda looking forward to it even though i know the discussion would ruin porn for me. so i didn't feel like staying for an hour and 45 mins. instead i came home and "studied" porn by myself <.< >.>
and in other news i hate my dad even more. about a month ago he gave my mom a box of chocolates for her birthday. we never really eat sweets but today i got a sweet tooth. i went and opened them and they didn't taste too good. my mom looked at them and said they looked old. i looked closer and they did. i looked at the date and it said 01/07. turns out it was a box of chocolates we gave him for his birthday last year. what an asshole. |
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