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29.10.03. Well, it's been a long time since I've written something new here. A lot has probably happened since then that some might consider worth reporting, but I really doubt many people read this. Actually, I'm positive only a select few of my friends do. And I'd rather not bore anyone. I'm stressed out. I don't seem to be getting better, but the past couple things I tried failed pretty miserably. I need to see a doctor soon. I'm still working at Best Buy. I'm part-time with full-time hours and none of the benefits. Go me. Yeah, I'm also starting overnights soon. Which means, no customers! Yay! Hmm. I hope I can still at least work Tuesday mornings. My favorite thing to do is put out the DVD new releases. Anyway, maybe I should find a way to upgrade to full-time without messing up my schedule. What else have I been doing? Oh, yeah. I've been getting more and more disappointed in people. Everybody always lets you down. Fuckers. Whatever. I have no issues with distancing myself from everyone if need be. So much work to do, you know. Like I'll do it. Who knows. I saw Nada Surf and The Strokes recently. They both rocked. Love the new Strokes CD. Don't really feel like elaborating. I definitely need to start writing again though. Very important. I probably won't though. I have so much stuff I gotta do. Clean my room, organize my DVDs, watch my DVDs, organize my CDs, organize my head, work on songs and poetry (editing, rewriting, submitting, blah to the infinity), etc. I don't know. I just feel sick all the time. Hopefully I'll get my shit together. And hopefully soon. I just read "The Catcher In The Rye" for the 5th or 6th time, or something. It's still a good read, but this isn't really an interesting topic. I'm pretty much just padding this entry, since I probably won't post again till next year. Nah, hopefully sooner. But who knows. Busy, busy. Depression is not a gift, despite what they may have sold you... Bye for now. |
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08.11.03. I'm pretty much mad at everyone for something. I'm really irritated and annoyed. I do NOT want to work 6 days a week. Hell, I didn't even want to work 5 days a week. Great, it's good money. But I have no fucking time to myself anymore, it seems. Only time to sleep. Work and sleep, work and sleep, work and sleep. And tonight I work again. Till 7. Then there's a meeting till 9:30. Then I gotta go back and do it again tonight. My next and only day off is Wednesday night. I could have swore I was part-time. This is beyond full-time. This is fucking every-time. Or something. I'd write more, but I hate you. Bye. |
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27.11.03. I dreamed this horrible dream that Rivers Cuomo died. My girlfriend had sent me an IM casually announcing, "What else has happened? Oh, Rivers Cuomo died... Yada yada..." Or something like that. I checked on weezer.com and it was true. I think I may have cried. That would be sad news indeed. So very sad. Hmm. I don't write to you puppets very often, do I? I've been busy. Trying to figure things out and then some. Also, you know, working. I think they're taking us off overnights soon. One of the managers doesn't think we do enough. I'm not sure if he's talking about the whole crew, in general, or just media. Because I know that I work my ass off in media trying to put 500 accessories in an area that holds two-fitty (250). I'd hate to go back on to days (mostly cuz of customers and the whole whoring process... "would you like to sign up for netflix or rhapsody? how about a reward zone card? 2 free months of Entertainment weekly or Sports illustrated? did you want fries with that? how about a service plan to protect you from damage? it covers everything accept if your fat ass happens to sit on it. c'mon, i just know you want to put that on your best buy credit card..." repeat to infinity. be one of them...), but i guess it would be nice to see some of my old co-workers again. But I would eventually anyway when we went back in January. As it now stands, I'd rather wait it out. Hopefully we'll be given another chance. That's all I have to say right now though. Oh, yeah. Happy Turkey Massacre Day. Or whatever. |
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