Blog of a Dork

  Well I gues the title about covers it. So I’m leaving school Monday, trying to get home so I can have a little time to rest before I go to work. I get in my car, put on my seat belt, turn up the music, and back out of my spot. My car is completely out of the spot and stationary. I reach down to put it in drive, look up, and-BAM! A big, red Bravada backs right into the front passenger side of my poor little Nisan Sentra. I’m like ‘WTF?’ Then this tiny little goth chick jumps out of her gigantic SUV and was like “OMG, I didn’t even see you there!” And I was thinking ‘Yeah well you obviously didn’t look in your rearview mirros, because even though you car is 3 times the size of mine and a far larger vehicle than any person needs, you still should have seen me there.

  So the police officer posted at our school (who is a really sweet old guy) comes over and fills out the accident report. He asked me what happened and I told him. Then he asked her what happened and she says “Oh, we both just backed up at the same time and ran into each other.” That made me rather angrey because it was obviously her fault and she was trying to spread some of the guilt onto me. But he checked out the damage on our cars and on the accident report says that it was her fault so whatever.

  Oh, and let’s talk about the damage while we’re at it. Her gigantic monster mobile gets a bit scratched up on the bumper. My poor little baby now has a huge dent in the front of the passenger side door and the hood. I mean it’s a seriously big dent. My dad check it out and he was said there was no way he could fix it himself. Then today on my way to school it was making this wierd noise and I kept thinking it was going to explode or something. It turned out the the tire was just rubbing against this little peice of plastic which my dad popped back into place so that’s no big deal.

  I guess the positive side to this is that it wasn’t my fault and her insurance will have to pay for it. Also, my mom said that while it was in the shop we could maybe get it a new paint job. Yay! My poor car’s paint is badly faded and rather… splotchy. It would be nice to have it painted one solid, cool color. Green maybe! But, oh well. I guess I’ve discussed it enough now. It was the only thing that any one in my second period could talk about. Andrea told me “I’m would throw down for you if you want to fight her.” I graciously declined the offer but it’s goos to know that some people have my back. Okay, that’s all. Go drive safely, My Readers!

  I’m just going to rant for a little bit, it’s been a long day. I just got of work and it was so busy! We had this benefit thing at the resturaunt tonight and everyone was coming in for that and it was just crazy busy. I was hostessing, doing a little cashier work, bussing tables, folding napkins (we kept running out), and I delivered some food. I thought I was going to die. Everyone was like ‘Thanks for bussing my table, hun’ or ‘What would I do without you here to help me?’ But did anyone have the decency to tip me? No! They’re supposed to tip the hostess but they almost never do. There are only a few servers there who will tip me occasionaly. Seriously, wtf? I’m busting my but out there and they can’t even give me their spare change. All I got tonight was the penny I found while wipinng up the water that was spilt on the floor in the lady’s room. Yeah, I feel appreciated. And what’s with this hun bussiness? I don’t mind if the girls call me that or some of the older guys that are more like a big brother. But if Matt calls me sweetie or sweetheart or babe one more time, uhh. It was nice to here ‘hey good looking’ at first but now I’m like ‘Matt you’re not a player, stop thinking you are and get back to work.’ But I can always smile and ask nicely and he’ll pick up an extra table or something so I guess it all evens out. Boys are easy, the stupid ones anyway. But that doesn’t make it right to use them. *Gives an evil glare to a few girls.* That’s why I like the smart ones, but I’m getting of subject here. And what’s up with Chris? He’s my friend Brittney’s older brother and I go over to her house a lot and I’ll see him there. Sometimes Brittney and I play video games and Chris always tries to get me killed by giving me ‘helpful hints.’ So I usually joke around with him at work. He always calls me an ‘evil little girl.’ I don’t know about the evil part but I am little compared to him. He’s like 20 and atleast 6 feet tall. But he is rather annoying sometimes. Whatever. I guess I shouldn’t complain about any of this. A job is a job and I’d rather work there than at McDonnalds or something. It’s all just part of life I gues. So I’ll write you guys later. Work On, My Readers! (But not too hard.)

 

 *P.S.  I’d like to send my condolences to my friend Heather. Her boyfriend just broke up with her and I’m sure she’s having a tough time with it. I love you Heather! (In a completely platonic way of course.) Be strong my friend! Be strong.

  I just heard this thing on the news about potato chips. I knew that they were unhealthy, clog up your arteries that sort of thing, but I had no idea how bad it was. Turns out that there is some kind of chemical that they use in potato chips that causes cancer. Yes, cancer! Now snacking won’t just make me fat and lazy it will also kill me slowly. Great! What has the world come to? Steriods in the meat, pesticides on the vegetables, cancer in the snack foods. What’s next, ice cream causes leprecy? It’s so sad. Now I don’t want to exagerate this too much. You have to eat a whole bunch of chips for you to actually get cancer, like 40 bags a day for a year or something. But still, it makes you think. ‘Do I really want to risk it?’ I’m just going to have to have my own farm where I grow my own vegetables and slaughter my own livestock. Then I can know that what I eat isn’t going to kill me, after it’s been cooked anyway. But that could get rather expensive… hmm. Maybe I”ll just buy all natural stuff and never eat junk food again. No, we all know that’s never going to happen. I guess I’ll just have to live with it I suppose. So, that’s it for now. Watch your snack foods, My Readers!

  As I said in the title of this entry I’m not the kind of person who really complains about stuff. I try to stay relaxed and go with the flow. But this is my blog where I can post whatever I want and just sort of vent myself. So now I’m going to go on a little rant about something that just happened. If you don’t really want to read that kind of thing then just skip to the last paragraph where I’ll post a joke or a funny quote or something. See I came up stairs to get on the computer, check my e-mail and surf the web, you know. Well Men in Black 2 is on so I thought, ‘Maybe I’ll sort of watch that while I’m on the internet.’ So I was going to turn the tv so I could see it better from where the computer is. On top of the tv there was this little air purifier thing and when I turned tv it fell off and landed right on my head. That thing was a lot heavier than it looks and it beaned me right on the top of the head. Now I have a killer headache. I hope it didn’t cause any permanant damage. I’m not the most normal person as it is so I don’t need junk falling on my head and making me evevn stranger. Do you think that sort of thing could kill brain cells? I hope not. Well, enough ranting. Okay now for something interesting for the people who didn’t have a long enough attention span to read about my day and just want the good stuff.

 

Question: How many football players does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Answer:   No one knows, they keep getting electrocuted.

 

 

 

 

*I appologize if any footbal players were emmotionally damaged durring the reading of this joke.

 

 

 

*Actually I doubt that any football player would be intelligent enought to comprehend that joke and I do sort of hope that atleast one was offended by it.

 

 

 

*Just joking football players… please don’t beat me up… please…

 

 

 

  It’s official guys, my computer is dead. Yes, now is the time to mourn for our lost comrade. You were slow at times, froze up a bit to often, and would never print when I needed it the most… but you were a good and faithful friend and you will be missed. *cries softly for a moment* Yeah, one of my mom’s friends owns this computer shop and we took it in to have them look at it and they said there was nothing they could do. It’s just old and worn out. Some of the parts were salvagable though. Mom ordered a new hard drive and the guy at the shop is going to take all the data off of the old one and move it to this new one. It will also need a new mother board and a coule other things but it will be able to run with the new hard until we have the money to buy the other parts. I say we should just buy a completely new computer but we can’t really afford that.

  Speaking of money, I’m trying to earn some so I can go on the trip to Italy and Greece next year. You see, every year the juniors and seniors at the school have the oppurtunity to go on some big trip to Europe and i really want to go next year. I’ll be a senior and it will be a chance to take one finale trip with my friends. Plus the trip will be a ton of fun and I’m sure the boys over there are really cute. I put in an application at the Library and Food Stop (local grocery store) so hopefully I can get a job and convince my parents  to let me go. Mrs. B really wants me to go, she said that it would be no fun without me. *Kind of makes me feeel special* Well, we’ll see how that turns out. What else…

  Okay I’m going to share something with you guys. Something peronal and secrative that I haven’t told a lot of people about. I sort of thought I wouldn’t have to deal with it after the school year ended but I guess things didn’t work out the way I wanted. You see, as most of you already know, the Universe hates, I’m cursed with bad luck, and so on. But another thing that I’ve realized is that I must send off some kind of signal. It’s a low frequency signal that only guys can hear. It tells all the nice, sweet, funny guys to go in the opisite direction and tells all the jerks, losers, and morons to come right to me. One person in the afore mentioned group goes to my school. He is, or rather was, the biggest loser at the school. I’m serious. He’s that kid who has few friends (most of them losers), plays magic at the lunch table, wears the lamest clothes, and thinks he’s much cooler than he really is. Now I’m not the kind of person who judges people by their outward appearance or other superficial social conformities b/c I myself  don’t like to be judged. But this guy is a jerk too, he has a horrible personality I mean, he’s just not a nice guy. You might think he was when you first met him but believe me he’s not. Something about him just really creeps me out. Plus I’m one of those people who needs personal space, I don’t want anyone I’m not familiar with like touching me or being close to me… or even breathing my air. I barely even knew this guy and he was like trying to put his arm around me and stuff. So any way this guy was like… how should I put it… completely in love with me. I really don’t know why, it’s not like I’m that pretty or even nice. And let’s talk about that for a second. I wouldn’t say that I’m a complete jerk but I’m really just not a nice person. I’m very sarcastic and mean to people, usually in a joking way but still. So I was mean to this guy and tried to ignore him but he didn’t get the picture. But he was a senior this year so he graduated I thought that was it. I’d never see him again and not have to deal with it anymore. Boy was I wrong. My friend Christina, who knows all about this, was at Walmart and saw on of this guy’s friends. And the friend was asking why I didn’t like the guy and what was so wrong with him and why couldn’t I give him a chance. (The same stuff that the guy asked me all the time). Then, here’s where I get to the actual point of this if it actually has a point, he tells her how the guy like loves me and that he cries over me and is all depressed that I don’t like him or whatever. Now as I said before, I’m not really a nice person but I’m not devoid of human emotion. I have empathy, I know what it’s like to like someone who doesn’t like you back. *moment of silence for my past failures in dealing with the oposite sex* So now I feel really bad about the whole situation. I mean, he cried wouldn’t that make you feel bad. Though the fact that he cried does make him seem like a wuss, but that’s not the point. I just hate knowing that I’m responsible for making someone else feel so bad. Even if he is a jerk and a loser he’s still a person and it’s not right… oh. You see the kind of delimmas I have. The friend gave Christina the guy’s number. There is no way in Hell that I’m going to call him but still I feel like I should. Like that would be the morally decent thing to do. I’d e-mail him if I knew his e-mail, that would be simple and I wouldn’t actually have to talk to him. Then I could justs block any other e-mails he sent me and never have to deal with it again. *stare into space confused and sad* You see, you see what my life is like. I shouldn’t have to deal with crap like this. When you tell a guy you don’t like him then he should be like ‘ok, sorry’ and go deal with it. Believe me I’ve done my fair share of dealing with crap, especially when it comes to guys. Why can’t life be simple? Why can’t I find some guy that I could be comfortable to be around and just have fun hanging out with them? Is that so hard? Is that so much to ask? Really? Now guys I want your honest opion on this. I’d tried to let this guy down gently it’s not my fault that he can’t get over me. But… he cried… huh. Should I feel this bad about it? I mean it’s not my fault right? It’s that guy’s problem and I shouldn’t worry about it. But I just feel so bad, guilty I guess you could say. I’m not a completely horrible person am I? I’m so confused. Why can’t boys just be simple? Maybe it’s just me. I’m unlucky and hated by the  Universe and cursed to forever have bad luck with boys. Oh… life is so messed up. Well, I’ve been writting for forever and I’m sure you’re tired of reading about my screwed up life so I’ll stop now. I don’t really have anything else to say anyway. Cry On For Me, My Readers

  *Before I post anything else I would like to say thanks to all of the people who were wearing green today. You all did a great thing. I am forever in your debt. I thank you. The Green Party thanks you. And most of all, the world thanks you. (Except the Government, they hate you now.)

  Yes!!! Today I got my ACT results back. Guess what I got? No, I’m not an idiot, guess again. No, I did better than that. Yes! That’s right! I got a 30! Aren’t you proud of me? Christina is. She said that, if they made them, she’d get me ‘Congratulations on doing better than everyone else on your Act’ balloons. I’m so happy. That’s 4 points better than last time. With a score like that I could get into Harvard. Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exageration, you need a little more than that to get into Harvard. You need like a 32 Act, 4.0 GPA, lots of club activities, and sports. (*Talks like Napoleon Dynamite* Book knowledge skills, Social skills, Athletic skills…) Let’s see here. I can get a 32 if I work hard. I don’t know about that 4.0, that’s probably not going to happen, 3.9 maybe. I’m in lots of clubs, but I’m not in a leadership position in any of the, I can run for something next year. Sports… no… never going to happen. I’m a dork, we are very clumsy and not athletic in any way. Well, I’m not doing too bad. I could still get into Harvard. And if I do then I won’t even need to worry about the education. Because all the guys there will be rich so I can marry/get knocked up by one of them and then I’ll never have to worry about money again. (Just joking guys! I really do plan to get a good education and become a doctor. But, if the rich guy is cute…) Whatever. Go Dream About Harvard My Readers!!!

 Today Christina and I went out on the town. We had a fun day just shopping and hanging out. We went to Goody’s and Fashion Bug and the mall. It was a ton of fun. I got some cute shirts, shoes to match my prom dress, and those camo pants I’ve always wanted. Yeah, things are really looking up. Shop On My Readers!

 So today is my birthday. Yes, I’m finally 17! Ha, Ha! Well, Friday me and some friends were supposed to go to Jitters. I wasn’t going to have a birthday party this year so that was sort of like my party. That day it started snowing really hard but it stopped pretty early in the evening. But one of my friend’s mom didn’t want them to go because there could be ice on the road. Then my other friend couldn’t go because something had happened to her aunt and she had to go to the hospital to visit her. Needless to say, I was pretty bummed that they couldn’t make it and if they weren’t goin then I didn’t really want to go. So I just stayed home and moped around and felt bad. Then Monday my mom made me get up (it was the first day of spring break and I wanted to sleep in) because she said we were going to visit my aunt. So I got up, got dressed, and we left. She said something about how we were going to stop at Pizza Hut and pick up some pizzas or something but I wasn’t paying attention I was just listening to my mp3 player. Then we pull up and my mom, brother, and sister get out of the car and my mom tells me to get out. I’m like why do we all have to go in just to pick up some stupid pizzas. I walk in the door and “SUPRISE!” my two best friends jumped out yelling. I was so shocked, I had no clue they were going to throw me a suprise birthday party. So I sat down at a table while Christiana and Lindsey told me how they had planned it out. It turns out they had planned to throw the party at Jitters but neither of them could make it so they called it off and re-scheduled it for Monday. They were the only ones who could make it but my other friends sent their apologies for not coming. It was so awesome, I’ve always wanted a suprise party, it really meant alot to me. I ate pizza and cake and laughed my butt off. I got a copy of Napoleon Dynamite, The Killers cd, Bleach (the manga not the chemical), Trigun Maximum (vol. 4), and lots of great pictures. Eventhough it wasn’t actually my birthday it was still the best birthday ever. I hope your birthday’s are awesome My Readers!

  School was closed Tuesday and Wednesday because of snow. The sad part is that there wasn’t really snow at my house so it wasn’t like a real snow day. I was supposed to go to FBLA regional competition but it was Wednesday and we didn’t go because school was cancelled and it was all snowy or whatever. So we are going to this make up thing on Thursday. Well let me give you some background information. I signed up to do bussiness math but apparently I’m not good enought for that. So they stuck me in name tag all I get to do is make the flippin’ name tags! I may not be the smartest person in the world but I could atleast do something more intelligent than that. So they make me do something I didn’t really want to and then no one tells me what I’m supposed to do. But I didn’t worry about it, I was going to do my best. You know, help the team however I could. Well I finally managed to get a little info on what I should do so I desinged a simple but cool nametag. Well, back to the present. We had a meeting Friday and they discussed this make up competition and who is going and all that. They said something about how only people who were making speeches or taking written tests needed to go. One of my friends is an officer so I asked her if that meant I didn’t get to go. Someone ended up asking our superviser, let’s call her Mrs. F (I prefer not to use peoples’ real names without permission). Turns out the name tags were supposed to be submitted some time last week so I wasn’t registered because it was passed the deadline or something. It made me a little angry that no one had even taken the time to tell me that before now. So, whatever. Screw it. I don’t care any more. Don’t ever make name tags for FBLA My Readers!