So this was how my post for today was going to look:

Title: We chose the wrong day to go to Disneyland

Body: I had one word routinely pop into my head today and it kept me amused in the lines--Wonky.


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This is what it ended up being thanks to the five minutes after leaving my parent's house in Sylmar.

Title: Fuck the police

Body: Today was one of those "If only..." days. 

• Today would have started out great if only...
  

I didn't have to get up at 7am

• Getting up at 7am would've been worth it if only...

we had left for Disneyland within the agreed upon time period

• Disneyland would've been more fun if only...

the entire population of California hadn't tried to fit into it at once

• Waiting in line wouldn't have been so boring if only...

my little cousin hadn't broken my games application on my phone 3 days ago

• I would've enjoyed the food more if only...

my woman's time hadn't come today and made me nauseous

• I could've had awesome seats for the snow and fireworks if only...

my sister hadn't whined and convinced my family to leave the park early

• The day would've been classified as "okay" if only...

I hadn't become part of the annual quota for the patrolmen of sylmar

WARNING: There is a lot of swearing, whining, and other stuff I'll probably regret writing later, especially if I suddenly want to have a political career.

Yes, I got pulled over. It was fucking bullshit too. Stupid motherfucker pulls me over literally two blocks from my parent's place and approximately 4 minutes after pulling out of the driveway. At this point in the evening I am disappointed from the many things on the above list and concentrating entirely on not throwing up because that is how bad my stupid ovaries feel. I am driving my sister's car (which is actually my dad's) because she is sick and has just chugged down Nyquil. I offered before she chugged so none of this is her fault. 

So in my kindness I start the car and go down Drell to Borden (both small residential streets). She comments on her curiosity over a couple of police cars on another corner. I was totally reading a book on the way home from Disneyland and have no idea what she is talking about. I turn onto Borden and stop at the stop sign. There are no other cars on the street with me. I check because I had been playing with the radio and I am one of those people who always think that the second they are not looking at the road some car is going to T-bone them. Its a panicked sort of glance. No cars. I continue forward at a sedate pace, because, frankly, I am exhausted and all I want is my bed and a hot washcloth. I pull up to the stop sign at Roxford and stop. Then I ease forward so I can actually see if cars are coming because the city decided to put the stop sign WAY too far away from a place where you can do this. No cars coming. 

I turn right and the Foothill light turns red and I stop behind the car in front of me. I notice a police car pull up on the other side of the street and turn. I comment on it. Then I look in my rearview and see a cop car pulling up behind me. I comment on it. Finally the light turns green. The car in front of me starts to move, I start to move. The cop behind me turns on their lights. Figuring that they want to follow the other car I had seen (this has happened to me before) I pull over to the right lane. Cop car follows. 

Now I am thinking that there must be something wrong with the car: faulty light, expired sticker, something like that. Stupid fucker cop turns on ALL the lights and I am temporarily blinded until I flip up my rearview. I am pretty sure I definitely need glasses now. Thanks. One cop on either side of the car start looking in the car with flashlights. I am now thinking that maybe they think I am hiding something/someone and working with whoever they had previously pulled over. I wonder to myself what that person did. Donut Receptacle #2 knocks on the passenger window so  I roll it down. Whilst doing this, DR #1 knocks on mine. I roll this down as well.

#1 tells me that I didn't stop at the stop sign and didn't use my signal. What the fuck? Uh, yeah, I totally stopped. I probably didn't signal cause there were no cars behind me and its 11:15 on a fucking Monday, but I always stop at stop signs. The only time I don't is that 4-way one in the mall parking lot by work when I open because there is never anyone in the lost that early. Otherwise, I always stop. Especially on that specific corner. I have been driving to and from that house for 3 years, I know its a busy street. I stop, ease forward to see if there is anyone, there's not so I turn. How is this wrong? 

Add into that the fact that I was positive there was no cars behind me. Which begs the question: Where the fuck was this asshole? Either he was driving behind me on Borden the whole time without ANY lights on, or he was on Roxford traveling in the same direction I was turning, meaning he DIDN'T SEE ME MAKE THAT STOP! All he would've seen was my easing forward, which can look like I didn't stop fully or at all. I also ask, if they saw me not stop and not signal why the fuck didn't they turn on their lights right away? Wouldn't normal curb be a better/safe place to pull me over than say, I don't know, the curb right in front of a fucking freeway entrance. Yeah, good plan genius. And they waited the whole fucking light. I think that red light gave them time to think up something they could cite me for. Fuckers. 

So D1 and D2 ask for my license and all that good stuff. Of course the insurance card in the car is expired. Which meant my sister had to call my Dad. Because I am tired, nauseous, bleeding from my vagina, and frustrated, I cry. And then I think about this costing me any money and I cry some more. I am so poor, its really ridiculous. I just got $1000 from my loan and I pretty much owe it to various peoples already. D1 comes back and tells me I get a citation (Hooray!) for the stop and a warning for the signal. I also apparently get a free lecture on how busy Roxford is (keep in mind that exactly one car has passed us this whole time) and I should drive safely home. I am weeping and clearly pissed off and in no mood to listen. I ask him how much money they are planning to take from me. Since my voice is less than stable I must repeat this several times. Unfortunately the anger is diminished with each repetition (and repeating myself, by the way, is a HUGE pet peeve). He tells me the court will decide and let me know. 

At this point I hate cops. I know my cousin is a cop and I love her, but she is totally bitchy enough for that job. I seriously wanted to kick this guy in the balls. I wanted to take their flashlights and first hit their groin and then go for the jugular. Stupid mother fucking quota collecting lying asshole douchebag. All I wanted to do was go home. That's it. 

Suffice to say, the second I get that court date in the mail I am asking for it off. There is no way in hell I am paying that bullshit. I stopped. I know it, my sister knows it, and the two donut receptacles know it. 

I am still fucking pissed, but slightly better now that I am in my bed and have eaten chocolate. I apologize for the rant, but it was that or go hunt him down. 

I'm watching Home Alone whilst home alone!!!

I just saw the picture of Robert Pattison's new haircut. The cut is not bad, but the picture is horrible. He needs new sunglasses more than he needed a haircut. And maybe a shave, too much facial hair.

Its Christmas Eve. Have a good one!

Too much of a good thing...

I just logged into my myspace and there was an advertisement that popped up and it reads "22 and overweight? I lost 42 pounds in 4 weeks no diet no exercise It was easy!"

WTF?

How did they know that I am 22, overweight, allergic to diet and exercise AND easy...no, wait I take that last part back. Regardless, I am amazed. 

Its almost Christmas and I am alternately excited and exhausted. I still have gifts I need to get, but I'm waiting for my loan check to come in the mail this week. Please, god, let it come this week. I so need it, just to pay some credit card bills. The sad thing is, on one of them my last four statements are all just payments and I am still maxed out. Lame. I hate interest.

What is santa doing in this picture? And can I help him?

I love Christmas.

I was trying so hard to get through the season without this

The internets has been down for the last couple of days so I have not posted. At this point, yesterday's events erased anything I had previously intended to write about from my mind. 

• 7:30am--Visit to dentist, where my gums were poked to death and I left with the feeling that I'd never be able to fully close my mouth comfortably again.
  
• 8:30am--Visit my mother in Sylmar in order to use her internet to accept my loan. My mom's idea of breakfast, I find out, is cookies. Where was this version of my mom when I was growing up?
• 9:30am--Begin the drive to Westlake to visit an old friend with lots of...issues. 
• 10am--Receive a text from said friend saying that she just woke up and needs more time before I come visit. I am approximately 5 minutes away from her place. I tell her this and she replies "Crap. Ok. I just need to get rid of a boy". Hmm. I try to be nonjudgmental, but this, to me, is just rude. I thought I was being rude by being 5 minutes late to our meeting. 
• 10:20am--After sitting outside her building (as instructed in a following text) reading in my car, I am finally allowed to enter her place. Met her beau. Was decidedly unimpressed. 
• 10:30-12pm--Had a nice lunch at Denny's. Was strange how casually we talked about some tough issues. I think I am getting jaded. 
• 12pm-12:45pm--Spent 45 minutes on the 101 maneuvering around drivers who fear even the lightest of rain. 
• 12:45-1:30pm--Relaxed at home. Did NOT want to leave for work. 
• 2-11pm--Worked. See below.

So it was a normal day at work. It was really slow and Alix decided to leave early since it was becoming apparent that 3 closing managers was excessive. I hopped on the Reg right before my break and ended up selling 2 glitter balls to Brad Dourif, who we all know (at least us LOTR freaks) played Grima Wormtounge. That made my day. After break, everything proceeded as usual until the last hour of the day. Apparently no one was scheduled for the main info station and all the extra sellers were needed on the register. I thought nothing of watching the station myself. At 20 minutes to close I was dodging 3 phone calls and was requested over the walkie at the registers. 20 seconds later Amanda comes up and tells me that they really needed me cause some guy was yelling at Megan. I don't really want to transcribe the whole conversation, but it consisted mostly of the douchebag of all douchebags constantly telling me "Listen to me" and "Focus". Focus on this asshole. He wouldn't let me or Megan talk because he was so convinced that he knew what needed to be done. I eventually just talked right over him and proceeded to do what I knew needed to be done to rectify the problem. His inability to trust in female intelligence exacerbated the situation, until it bordered on the ridiculous. Suffice to say, I didn't take any shit from him. His whole problem stemmed from the fact that in really teeny tiny font his gift receipts said RTN/EXCH and he thought that was tacky. I'm not gonna say again my personal prejudices against a certain group of people in this world, but he was undoubtedly one of them. I'm sorry, if I saw that on my gift receipt, I would think "Oh, okay. I can return it or exchange it", not "Oh how tacky, they exchanged something else for my gift". He was so fucktarded. He didn't calm down at all until Patrick came over and a man told him the SAME FUCKING THINGS I HAD BEEN TELLING HIM!!! To his credit, Patrick basically straight up told the man that he didn't care what the situation was cause he had faith in my abilities and trusted that I did everything correctly. At 10:10 (10 minutes after we close) this transaction was done and then he decided he needed to wrap the presents. I was shaking I was so pissed. After all this Patrick, Heather, Lauren (wasn't involved in any of this at all) and I went over to Amanda's and had some drinks to unwind. It was random and fun. 

Things I was going to mention in blog form prior to yesterday:

• Loan drama
• Racism at Roscoes?!
• My friend's problem that seems straight out of a romance novel
• Finals

After much consideration, I've decided to add the following item to my Christmas List:

• Britney Spears "Circus"

I just started reading the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris. I'm thoroughly enjoying them. Its like Stephanie Plum with vampires. Lots o' sexy men and a highly amusing and interesting narrator. 

It does make me cringe to think about this series in comparison to the Twilight series. It does really seem like she jacked some concepts. Yikes. 

mental break

Thank god they've made these webisodes, cause I'm dying for new episodes. Now I can't wait for friday!

Ugh, back to homework.

I just watched a segment on Showbiz Tonight where the reporter was interviewing Harry Connick Jr. and random people about what christmas songs they love and hate. When she was asking random people I was like "I recognize that crappy holiday sign!" and realized they interviewed people at some Borders location. Unfair. They interviewed some random employee and he sang 'The First Noel' with the reporter. Lame sauce! They should interview me and we can spice it up with some Wham!

Incidentally, I found out that not only does Grady have a keytar but one of it's demo songs is, in fact, 'Last Christmas' by Wham!, my all-time favorite Christmas song. Jealous!

What's the difference between trash and a Jersey girl?

Trash has a better chance of being picked up. 

Today was my last class session for theories of fiction and it made me a little sad. That teacher was definitely my favorite thus far and even though I'm not big on participation in class, I really did enjoy learning. I had to lead a class discussion on Junot Diaz's "How to Date a Browngirl,White girl, Black girl, or Halfie". My presentation was on cheese. That's all I'll say. 

Finals loom and all I want to do is watch Gossip Girl and read romance novels. The internet has now become a curse. I need to stop getting online all the time. Time to crack down and study. Lame.

"Treat your friend as if he might become an enemy." -Publilius Syrus

I ran into a friend who then became an ex-friend and is now I guess an acquaintance. It is weird. I haven't talked to them since a casual "Hello" like 4-5 months ago. It was strange because we don't actively avoid each other, but there is no deliberate contact made between us. Well today I ran into them as I was walking home from school and had a really fun conversation with them for like a half hour. We kind of caught up with each other's lives and talked about the Twilight movie for awhile and it was awesome. Clearly we are on friendly terms. Now I am confused. Are we friends?

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.
-George Washington

I can't think of anything I want for christmas except new romance novels or a professional massage. 

We stayed open for Beedle the Bard and sold............(drum roll)..........8 copies. That's including one that was bought by Lauren. Lame sauce. Although two people did come dressed in Hogwarts attire. They were precious. 

Going to bed now since I have to be at school in 7 1/2 hours. 

I am just now going to sleep. 

Christmas list shall commence on the morrow.

 

So I was walking home from school and super enjoyed the weather. Its like a sunny day in San Francisco. The sun in the clear sky and chill in the air counteract each other, and if you stand in the shade its effing cold. I miss that city. We should road trip. 

Paper was done, but its total crap. I'd be satisfied with a C. 

Now on the myriad other things I have to get done by the end of next week...

finished.

two sentences over 10 pages and 12.5 font

hopefully she can't tell a .5 difference. 

sleep awaits

I have cheated and changed my font to 12.5

I now have 4 1/2 pages. 

6 more to go...

two pages

So I continue to procrastinate. I'm watching the Bad Girl's Club on Oxygen. Apparently some guy named Steve did something bad to DeAnne and I presume it has to do with cheating. Sooooooo...he attempts to win her back by doing something super cute. 

He arranged for her to meet him at Hollywood and Highland, then scattered his sister and some friends around and had them wear these signs (Die Hard 3 style). They said things along the lines of "DeAnne rocks and Steve sucks". She went to each until his sister finally told her where he was adding on that she was only the second girl Steve had ever let her meet. So, of course Steve is wearing a sign too. He is holding it up so it covers the bottom half of his face (a la embarrassed kindergardener) and it says "I'm an ass". Straight and to the point I would say. Well done, sir. No guarantees, though, that she'll take you back, sorry. 

damn you kellie. i tried to resist. 

Opening Credits: Dancing Queen by ABBA
Waking Up: A Thousand Days by Clay Aiken
First Day At School: Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy
Falling In Love: Christmas Time is Here by The Vince Guaraldi Trio
Fight Song: Since You Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson
Breaking Up: What it Takes by Aaryn Doyle (Camp Rock Soundtrack)
Prom: Barbie Girl by Aqua
Life: Liar (It Takes One To Know One) by Taking Back Sunday
Mental Breakdown: Dig A Hole by Jay-Z featuring Sterling Simms
Driving: If I Should Die by Jay-Z
Flashback: For A Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic by Paramore
Getting back together: What I Like About You by The Romantics
Wedding: Decode by Paramore (Twilight Soundtrack)
Birth of Child: Everybody's Changing by Keane
Final Battle: In My Place by Coldplay (Its more of an emotional battle I guess)
Death Scene: Time Is Running Out (Live) by MUSE (fuck yeah they need to be on my soundtrack)
Funeral Song: It's Been Awhile by Staind (did not know I had this song)
End Credits: Pink Ego Box by MUSE 

Still only have two sentences...