tripping over wires.

so i don't have anything else to blog about, so i have to talk about prom. my apologies.

my sister did my hair and make up.
promenade was long, hot, and boring. and smiling hurts.
panera bread was good. very good.
the dance. the scenery was amazing. mr. fure is an unbelievable artist.
i hate that everyone grinded to every song. what the hell kind of dancing did we do before the grind? whatever it was, i'd like it back.
it was nice to see everyone all dressed up, i suppose. although i saw some disturbing dresses and tuxes. i hate people who show 90% of their skin, although they claim they're wearing clothes.
i hate taking pictures.
abbie's house was something. we watched one of my top 30 movies, fast times at ridgemont high, and catch me if you can. but no one stuck around to watch that one. her hot tub was nice and warm. thank the lord it wasn't too crowded. i fell asleep at 6 am? i don't even know why. and i woke up at 10.
there's a grocery store in geneva that has a restaurant in it. it's good, good breakfast.
i have a new favorite cartoon, the misadventures of flapjack. what a fucked up show. but it's awesome. excuse the language.
after that, i just went home. i'm tired of doing stuff. it's nice to just sit around by myself.
that's all i got. prom really wasn't a big deal. i don't get the mass appeal.

they must love you in the produce section

I can't tell whether I like it when I suddenly recall a memory or if I don't. I suppose it depends on the memory. I mean, when I recall good ones, I wonder why I ever forgot it in the first place. But, on the other hand, when a bad memory zips through your head, it sucks. I mean, I repressed it for a reason. I don't like that sights and smells and textures can ignite a memory in my mind. It's just sort of bizarre. But, worse than recalling a memory is not being able to recall a memory. You know it must have happened, but you've completely blanked on everything. That sucks. Our minds are just so weird, I'd actually like a job in the field of studying about them.

My dad can text. Weird.

I'm obsessed with Twilight. I have been since the beginning. People are getting sick of it, but I can't. Being the obsessed person I am, I Google-imaged the cast of the New Moon movie. I approve, I really do. I'm very excited for the movie to come out.

Sunshine has made a comeback in my life. I love it. I'm not used to the heat, but I still love it.

Man, I really don't have anything to talk about. I don't.

Track is no fun. Meets are fun, 'sides the running part.

Arghhhhhhhh. I've got nothing, hopefully the above is good enough. I'll do better next week.

only one mean customer so far.

I think my last blog is about work too, but come on, what else have I been doing? I started learning how to work the register, with much help from my patient co-workers. I am trying to remember where all of the different cigarettes are. And lottery tickets. And how to do money orders, take coupons, type in PLU's when an item won't scan, remember where to find items on the computer when you can't scan them, how to deal with customers, drop $20's+ in the safe, ignore the pain in my feet, and remember to smile. Oh, and I still must learn how to do everything NOT behind the counter. Yeesh.

They way they clean bathrooms is fun, though! I'm not even kidding. It involves a power sprayer. And I get paid $8.30. For starting wage, that has to be amazing. So I worked Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday this week. I got Tuesday off because I had a track meet.

So you should go ahead and make the assumtion I am sleep-deprived and irritatingly tired. Good thing I can sleep in school. I'm not supposed to, but whatever! I am still getting straight A's and really don't feel like I'm missing much. Except school's the only time, otherwise than track, that I get to see my friends. But they'll still be there, hopefully.

Whatever. Money will be nice. I mostly spend it on food, though. maybe I'll buy a shirt or something.

it's weird to know that somebody hates me. luckily, they're civil in public, but i'm not oblivious. they hate me, i get it. i just never thought it would bother me so much. maybe because it's over a misunderstanding. scratch that, several misunderstandings. from their point of view, i'd hate me, too. but they're not getting it right, not understanding how i actually feel, what i actually did (or didn't do). but back to the point, i didn't think it would make me feel so horrible. it just tears me down, wears me out. i want to fix it, but i've tried. and failed. miserably. so what do i do? ignore it, sure. i can continue to try that. confrontations are out, that never seems to work. how about i just tell myself everyday to ignore this distorted situation created inside their head and just live my life. i like that one. soon, i'll be able to not give a damn about anything.

Kwik Trip

I started my first job. I work at the Kwik Trip on Front Street, across form the Albert Lea Tribune. I officially started training on Monday, and dang, it is exhausting. And I'm not even doing real work yet. Just watching 3-4 hours of training videos. I get done with work when I usually go to bed, so its really messing me up. I'm falling asleep in a lot of my classes and it just stresses me out! It won't be so bad once I know what I'm doing but for right now, its hard. But the pay is good, and on weekends I might get to work with my big sister Jenna. The people seem very friendly, so that is a good thing. Yay paychecks!

this isn't it.

I feel like I eat a lot of chili. Probably because I live in Minnesota. We love soup. We have soup and pie suppers, for example. They are delicious. Soup is the best thing that ever happened to liquid meals. And pie, oh pie. I only eat one kind. Strawberry pie, from Trumbles. I've heard a rumor it's back, so I will be making a stop there soon enough.

Mr. Worth, I must tell you. I hate online assignments. It's sort of like you're assigning me a punishment. You see, I have dial-up Internet. And an assignment that would take other students an hour to complete takes twice the time for me to do. Can you see how that would be frustrating? I'd do it at the public library, but after school I have track and then I go to work. The library's not open by the time I'm done. As I said, very frustrating. So I'm spending my Sunday waiting for all of these slides and links to load, so I can read three sentences. I'll say it one more time-- frustrating.

I Love You, Man is a great movie. Just saying.

I should take a nap.

Dearrrrr Blog.

So, I left off with a weird and depressing blog. So I might as well do a quick follow up on that and get on with this shindig.

Earl's funeral was... odd. I was brutally sick, and it was unsettling to know I wasn't even the person in the most pain that day. I walked into the room, immediately noticing a wooded box with his name on a small plate attached to the box. Inside the box was a smaller golden box. I did the best I could to not try to think that his burned body, the ashes that remained, just sat in that box. Too much to try to wrap my head around. Anyways, the whole right half of the place was filled with veterans. After the short ceremony or whatever it's called, we go to the parking lot, yes the parking lot, to watch those veterans shoot off their guns three times. Is it really okay to do that right there in the parking lot by a busy Albert Lea street? I wouldn't know, but it was weird. Then it was back to grandma's for a small lunch thingy, and despite the dreariness of the situation, we recalled good memories and enjoyed each other's company.

New subject alert!

Brandon Ranum's wonderful mother got us tickets to see Demetri Martin (!!!!!!!!) on May 30th in Minneapolis. 2ND ROW SEATS! wow! I have to go, I just have to. Demetri Martin is possibly my favorite person. So talented, so funny, wonderful.

New subject alert!

I haven't chosen a prom dress yet, but I know it's going to be polka dotted! And I'd really rather wear my good old Chuck Taylor's instead of some sort of shoe that involves a heel, but I'm not winning that battle.

and lastly...

Radiohead's a good band. Not sure why they are compared to beyond-amazing Muse, but they're talented and I can enjoy them somewhat.

'Night.