take another...bitch

i had a long day of work today after a late night. i did pretty well with sales though which helped me make goal for the week. i've been slacking off so much at benefit lately. i have no desire to do anything, i just sit behind the counter and call girls and family members. all girls love talking on the phone. two random teenage girls saved my job tonight. see, macy's requires employees to sell 3 credit cards a month, and after a few months, if you aren't making your credit goal, you are sent to
"credit counseling" (I KNOW, tell me about it!) and after counseling, if you still aren't making your goal, you can get terminated. i'm completely against selling credit- hello, i sell make-up. if a person wants a card, they will ask for one. these girls came up to the counter and said "we want to get credit cards!" i hung up the phone with lesley and saved my job.

this woman walking around cosmetics today wore the most ridiculous outfit. she was rather horizontally challenged, but didn't stop herself from wearing tight white pants and a white sheer tunic, unveiling her white bra and mountainous back rolls. like a freaking brat, i wanted to see what she looked like, and i was welcomed by her nipple hanging out her small bra, which was completely visible, mind you, because of her sheer shirt. i could not help but run away and laugh. this girl at the chanel counter kinda snapped at me and told me to go tell her her nipple was hanging out. you don't understand, confrontation like that is impossible for me. i could walk up to her, but words would not come out of my mouth. for starters, no girl likes to be told what to do, and i got really upset with her. but then, i got really upset with myself for doubting myself. what was really stopping me from helping that lady out? i can't really blame my personality. regaurdless, that woman would be more embarrassed if i told her. at some point in her shopping trip, it's bound to pop back into place.

i bought a new journal yesterday. i am really excited about the journal journey. the one i've been using for the past 3 years is filled with pain and petty complaints about past relationships. every time i open it up to write in it, some magical power possesses my thoughts, which influences me to bring out the negative. i'm putting that one away for good. i don't want to look back on my writings and only remember the bad things that come few and far between. i am hoping to write in this journal almost daily or weekly, with the boring to the blessings. it will, hopefully, be a better depiction of my life as i know it.

touch of class

last night was real good. skye and i wanted to eat somewhere new, and i remembered this sweet lady that i "perked up" a few weeks ago. she was in town with her husband who comes monthly to get something done to his spine. they were a really sweet couple. she had a stroke last year which caused her memory to be short. her husband looked at her so sweetly when she spoke and forgot things. i loved them and i hope they are doing well. anyway, they were talking about how much they loved the Atlanta Diner, and i specifically remember them mentioning the great tasting grits. raised in the south, i base my views on a diner by the taste of their grits. lesley met up with us and we had a great time full of "oh no he didn'ts!" and just so you know, the grits were better than the lady led me to believe. and let me tell you-i'm feeling it today.

rami called and told me to meet him at the majestic. i walk in and see spencer. 5 months ago i would have turned right back around and gone home. but now we have been civil with one another, and we have really good conversations online. i sat down with rami and faith, pretending i hadn't seen him...cool, i know, but that's what everyone does. i notice he's sliding down in his booth so i wont spot him but then he walks over and says to check the text message he sent me. it was talking about how f-ing gross faith is. i'm sorry, but that is so rude. who does that?! she's my friend and also happens to be sitting right in front of me. what was i supposed to say when rami and faith ask what the message said?

i fell asleep in rami's bed last night and had the strangest dreams. in one of them, ro, zach and i painted his den black. we painted a crappy high contrast mural of us dressed up like hardcore cowboys. you know the look, black white and myspacesque. we didn't want any of his roommates to know it was us, even though they could make out who was pictured in the mural.

i'm getting my hair colored lighter tomorrow! i'm going to vidal sassoon because it will be free. it's pretty dumb of me to go back to them after they seriously messed up my hair last summer and left me looking like a dyke. i was told that they wont be cutting my hair, just coloring. i love the length it has gotten, and i can't wait for it to get even longer.

this week has been full of girl party fun. lindsey has been staying with us and ro is home from the beach. oh do i love an estrogen filled house.

the road trip starts in T minus 2 days. i've got my sunglasses and starbucks cups packed. k?

basketball gum

benji told me about a basketball player having a bubble yum flavor, and i couldn't believe it. i went to walmart and bought a pack of basketball gum. it's actually really good. tastes like lemonade and rubber, a strange mix, but a keeper. now how does this nobody get a gum named after him, while others are struggling to be famous?

the storm is over!

nicole and i talked everything out at work. i know it's not the most appropriate of times to have a mondo discussion, but we stood 4 feet apart from one another for 2 hours and didn't say a word. it was the most uncomfortable i had ever been.i came back from my break and just popped the question; i'm certain i broke a sound barrier out in the bermuda triangle when i cracked the silence. we talked about it for nearly two hours, being stopped by makeup questions. neither one of us sold as much as we should have for a saturday, but that was the least of my concerns. i'm glad we talked about it and it went very well. the conclusion is that she's aware of her selfishness and expects a lot from me, while i act and eat like a child and want more attention from her in our friendship. i think we are going to try to have a weekly "talk-out" where we just talk about what is going on in our lives, what happened that week, our feelings, and if something annoyed us about each other, we address it then...that way, we will be in a comfortable setting, making it easier to say and hear constructive criticism. i think this is the best solution yet, because i would love to know what goes on in her life and i'd like her to know my daily struggles to famehood. plans such as these usually happen twice and then die off...but i'm going to strive to make it routine.

i'm at my parent's house right now. morgan had a sister party last night in her room and made invitations that said:

parta over here

parta over there

parta everywhere

the theme is: get er done

we didn't "get er done", instead, we sang kelly clarkston really obnoxiously, and then i spent the rest of her parta begging for these sad eye cat and dog prints that were at my grandfather's house. i've wanted those prints since i was younger, and she took them from my stack of "i'm taking this" when we cleaned up his house. she wont even trade them for my old computer! what a bimbo.

my father can be described as "Brookstone" and possibly "Sharper Image." if only the rest of us could be summed up in a store's name, we'd be on our way to world peace. he's actually annoyingly precautious of anything that plugs in or has a dock. to much surprise, he JUST NOW got a digital camera. the man is like the president of the clark howard fan club, but somehow he went wrong with his digital camera choice, resulting in possible impeachment. the camera wont even load onto the computer correctly. one thing i do like is that it takes excellent clear videos with sound. lesley, he made a video of me being the grudge, which is quite impressive.

keep on livin la vida loca!