So we’re totally gonna ignore the fact that I’ve skipped about three days of this thing. Technically, it says nothing about doing them in order. SO.
My pet peeves. This is hard considering I do a lot of things that piss me off when other people do them, but I guess I’ll just be a hypocrit.
1.) When people change lanes without signaling. This pisses me off to no end. Not really sure why, but it just feels rude.
2.) When people leave food in their dishes when they put them in the sink. It takes about five seconds to rinse it out, and about five MINUTES to chisel it off after it dries!
3.) When people feel the need to walk down the middle of the walkway. Bitch, share the road!
How many times do you have to absolutely fail at having a healthy relationship before you both just give up?
Oh boy okay lol. Lot’s of emo-ing and bitching ahead.
Person 1) Annoying CoWorker - Ok so we’re totally cool anytime we’re in the pool. We both just do our jobs, we don’t have issues while we’re both teaching or cleaning or just watching. You’re an okay chick. We can have conversation and I totally enjoy it. But if you ever wonder why I sort of ignore all your attempts to see me outside of work, it’s because every time you get out of the water, you’re a bitch. The only reason our manager gave you the ‘Deck Manager’ title is because you whined and bitched about not having any authority over anyone else. News Flash: It’s not a real promotion. She made that position up just to placate you. While it does make you responsible for making sure that everything is cleaned properly at the end of the day, it does not mean you ought to act like a snooty bitch.
Like the other night after the kid classes. Our classes ended at the same time. I have no idea what you were doing in the pool for so long afterwards, but I was out of the pool and taking out the trash before you even got out. Then you have the nerve to come out and ask why no one had taken out the one on deck. Bitch, you had to walk PAST THAT TRASHCAN to come complain about it needing to be taken out??? Are you serious? You do still have to clean. We ALL have to clean. AND THEN about ten minutes later after everything was done except mopping the bathrooms (which takes about two minutes with the swiffer), you come out of the changing rooms (honestly why does it seem to take you so long?). You’ve not cleaned the first damned thing. I clock out, because swim team is still in the pool and it’s pointless to mop if they’re just going to go in the bathrooms right after practice. So I’ve got all my stuff together, and I’m about to leave. Then you go “Hey, the bathroom still needs to be mopped,”. It took everything in me to not just say “Cool story” and leave. I did say I’d already clocked out though. Then you look at me and go “Okaayyy?” as if it’s MY job to clean everything. Bitch. We both had the exact same amount of time to get shit done. Our lifeguard cleaned most everything, there wasn’t that much left for us to do. But instead of actually helping, you whined about things not being clean. God, you seriously just piss me off.
And yet you always act confused when I don’t jump at the opportunity to hang out with you or go to dinner or party with you and your friends. I like you when we’re both in the pool. You don’t act like a brat then. But because of how you act after classes, I hate you about twice as much as I like you. So no, I will never be your friend. Not ever.
Person 2) Ex-Best Friend - I understand you don’t want to talk about what happened in High School. I know we’ve already talked about it a little, and you’ve told me you just want to let it die. So I don’t expect a response (if you ever read this that is. I doubt you visit my Tumblr). Honestly I have so much to say to you. Mostly, I miss you. You were the best friend I’d ever had. I felt completely safe around you, like I could be myself. I’ve counted myself lucky that you seem to be okay with me now. We’ve talked at a few parties, laughed and had fun. I just wish I knew why you still seem a little cold. I’ve told you I regret siding with the douchebag back then, and that the only reason I did was because you weren’t speaking to me at the time.
I don’t know. You still hold a very special place in my heart. Everytime I walk my dog and we pass your house I remember all the time I spent there. Dance Dance Revolution on Christmas Day. The Barbie Tree. Remember when we were little and decided to go on a Pokemon journey? We made that paper chain and you tried to climb your fence? Stuff like that.
I’m not going to say my life is miserable without you. I do think it would be a little better though if you were my friend. More than anything I just wish I knew WHY you still seem to dislike me. I understand it’s probably my own fault, that maybe you just hate my personality. Maybe you think I’m a bitch, and you only put up with me so as to keep the peace.
Either way, I’m sorry. Have a good life.
Person 3) My Personal Hero - You inspire me. I honestly don’t feel as confident about doing things without asking for your approval. I know if I ask you to give me your opinion on something, you’ll give it. I like to think of you as a mentor. You’re one of the reasons I crave to better my art. I want to make you proud.
You’re not perfect, but I still admire you anyways. You rock, and I sincerly look forward to the day when I can finally hug you. I’ll probably cry, but I just hope you’ll be able to see how much I admire you because I’m never sure if what I say online will mean what I want it to mean to you.
(And I’m cheating, but Person 4) KIM - You rock, your art rocks, and Kellan has an awesome voice. If I ever go to DisneyLand instead of DisneyWorld, it will be for the sole purpose of meeting up with you. YOU are the reason. And I can’t wait for it.)
I do read, though far less often than I used to. I tend towards supernatural romance novels (shut up, my Twilight days are far behind me).
I really, really super loved the Uglies trilogy. It blew my mind. I started reading it in Junior High because I thought it was going to be about a bunch of people who got plastic sugery to have perfect bodies, partying it up a la Gossip Girl. I was DEAD WRONG and all the better for it. It helped me get over my body insecurities as well as featuring a badass chick who gets ass wherever the hell she wants it. (Don’t even kid yourselves, Tally and Shay were so hitting it).
Harry Potter of course. I’m not going into WHY I loved it. If you’ve read it, you know exactly why, and if you haven’t GTF to a library you unread slut.
I love Sarah Dessen books. Her books do typically follow a predictable formula (barring her earlier books. They were fucking intense as shit) but I still love them. There is rarely a huge screaming climax like most slice-of-life books, but I find that a positive. Rarely in life do things actually get resolved from letting your emotions get the better of you.
Meg Cabot is amazing. Princess Diaries rocked my world, though I never got around to reading past the seventh one (estimated). I loved the series with the girl who saw ghosts (I forget her name, but her sexy ghost roommate was named Jesse and I had a huge crush on him). I also liked the one with the girl who found people in her sleep (again her name escapes me, but her sexy boyfriend with a motorcycle was named Rob and I had a huge crush on him).
Here recently I’ve been less into fiction. I do plan to read The Hunger Games before the movie comes out because of a certain friend of mine who’s harrassed me about it for years. Other than that, I mostly read books on knitting, crocheting, cooking, and crafts. I’m such a freaking granny it’s almost not funny.
The looks on peoples faces when they see me knitting in public kind of rocks. I’ve actually had people come up to me and ask about it before. Usually they ask how I learned, saying they never managed it. My answer? Youtube. It will guide you.
And now that I’m completely off topic, I’m going to add in that I’ve been watching G.I. Joe: Renegades and Snake Eyes is too sexy for me to handle.
I blame you Jen. This all started back when you got me hot and bothered for Kakashi. Then came Ted. YOU HAVE RELEASED A MASKED NINJA FETISH IN ME WOMAN.
(We’re all going to ignore the fact that I typed this up yesterday but for whatever reason forgot to post it. IT COUNTS DAMMIT.)
I can’t really say that any musician is MOST important to me. I find music in general very important. As an amateur artist I draw a lot of my inspiration from music. I have a hard time liking specific artists though. I typically like specific songs from various artists. I guess for the moment I can say I really like Adele. That girl’s voice just rattles my bones.