Logan's first bath

I assure you, he's well taken care of and very loved. We're just strange people.

rokles

This blog has been brought to you by too much coffee. I'm typing this on my iPhone. I'm on my break right now. Yesterday was my birthday. I was astonished by how many birthday wishes I got. Chris and Charlie (old, old, OLD Internet buddies) even called me to wish me a happy day. I went to the Monterey Bay aquarium with my father, and that was kind of nice. It was good to have some one on one time with my father after all the drama him and I have been through over the past couple of weeks. Monterey is a beautiful city when the sky isn't fogged over. I'm upset that we neglected the beach though -- especially when it was within walking distance. What kind of California residing female teenager doesn't go to the beach during summertime? God. I did touch a sting ray though. Very silky. Also probably very tasty!

Batteries are dying on my phone.

lion's mane

I got my iPhone the day before yesterday, and while it's a little beat up, it's a pretty awesome piece of machinery. Regardless, I'm ever so grateful. Thank you so much, Zanderson! You get a kitten, I get an iPhone. Not a bad trade, right?

pay me

I don't work Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, or Friday. My paycheck was a hundred and six more dollars than my last, so I'm happy. I was afraid that with the tiny shopping spree I took my dad on for Father's Day that I wouldn't be able to pay the $190 (maximum) fee for my ticket. Luckily my paycheck can cover the entire maximum fee if needed. I was elated knowing that I could buy my father what seemed like anything he wanted. We went to Target with Teri (my dad's girlfriend/girl/friend) to blow time before assigning my court appointment; with our luck, they were out to lunch when we got there. In the end, I got my dad a forty dollar basketball for him to use at the gym, a DVD copy of Grandma's Boy, as well as the fifth and sixth season of Family Guy. All of it was about 80 bucks total and with spending 40 dollars taking my friends out to dinner the night before, I was a little low on money. I work 14 hours a week at a minimum wage job; give me a break. I took two of the four facial piercings out a couple days ago, one because it was inevitable, and one because I was mad at it. Realistically, my middle and right piercing are still open, but I don't like having both in at once, so I switch off every so often. It's not terrible. It could be worse. I'll just get more piercings that people can't see. ;9 lol.

That's about it for now. I'm going over to Zach's tonight with my father to get hammered and to steal Zach's old iPhone. Exciting! Anyway, Pokemon Pearl update!



Mismagius, F, Lv. 41
Name: Misdami

Ampharos, F, Lv. 42
Name: Mari

Gardevoir, F, Lv. 36
Name: Abernathy

Whiscash, M, Lv. 27
Name: Julius

Toxicroak, M, Lv. 45
Name: Derrick

Ambipom, M, Lv. 35
Name: Slinger

jo jin leaf

Listening to:
Tegan and Sara - The Con

Mood:

It's seriously been three days since my last post? Wow. Time flies. I finally gave Tegan and Sara a try, and my God, I cannot stop listening to this album. One song is a complete abomination and I can't stand it, but the rest I really like. If anyone who is reading this lives in Northern California, you really need to go to Sky High. We (Samantha, Steven, David) ended up going on a weekend, so many, many children were present, but nothing's more fun than pegging eight year old boys in the face with foam dodgeballs. It was nice to jump around and act like a kid again. I really needed it. I went job hunting with Jim again yesterday, and Zach proof-read and corrected some parts of my resume. I'm hoping I get a job here soon. It'll up my work ethic and the productivity will make me feel a little less lazy. Gregg moved out just a couple hours ago and I couldn't be more thrilled. With Brittany not living at home currently and Dad working, I can finally play bass as loud as I please (or even play bass at all). I'm happy.

feelings of bore

I graduated high school today -- a high school graduate at sixteen; that's not too bad. My father gave me the choice of going to a junior college or getting a job. He said I don't have to do both. I'm leaning more towards the job for a year for a number of reasons. With my dad possibly losing his job, tuition will be harder to pay, even with my scholarship. I'm a year ahead, and if I work for a full year without having to pay rent or bills, I'll have enough money saved up for tuition for a good long time. I have other reasons that I can't recall currently, but they're good reasons. My resume is all finished and printed out, and I'll be turning in several applications very shortly. Frankly, I'm hoping for a job at Jamba Juice. I love that shit. Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy.

Outback Reding

This week has been so excruciatingly rough in comparison to how relaxed my life usually is. I spent (almost) all day yesterday crying. I couldn't sleep until late last night because of how severe my left over crying headache was. The day before yesterday was prom, and while it was nice to dance, it reminded me of how crippled I am socially. I don't know what I'm going to do when I go to college/get a job. I just hope the pictures turned out alright for how much money I had to pay for them. A couple hours before my prom, I got the ticket from the county. Ironically enough, the one time I didn't buy a ticket for the VTA lightrail, I got caught. Terrible. I asked everyone I knew what would happen, and they said the most I'd have to pay was 60 bucks. That I could pay for by myself. It was 190. That I can't pay for. I don't have a job yet, and I won't get 190 by the time I need to pay the ticket even if I do get a job. I told my father yesterday and if you know me, you know how sensitive I am with him. That's one of the reasons I was crying yesterday. He wasn't pleased at all. I've had more relationship problems this week, especially in the last couple of days. I'm graduating next week as well, and as much as this sounds like good news, it's really not to me. It just means I have to shape up, and God, I don't want to. I love being lazy. I always have, but maybe that'll change. To be honest, I'm just as happy (if not happier) when I'm being productive. It's just easier to be lazy than to be productive, you know? Sorry for how teenager this blog is, but it happens. I am only sixteen. Most of all the stress that's been caused and the few thing that I've explained are mostly my fault either caused by my immaturity, irresponsibility, or laziness. These are all things I need to fix asap.

Let's see. What can I post that's entertaining... Oh. If you didn't notice already, scroll down a little bit and you'll see my list of favorite Pokemans. How nerdy, right? :)

always and forever, Victor Mancini

It's not midnight yet. Ahem. It's been a rough week for my father and I. I'm graduating in seven days, and this means not only coming to terms with my rapidly approaching adulthood, but I have to find a job (more now than ever), and start college. A win-lose situation here --my roommate, Gregg, is moving out and going back to Pennsylvania. He owes my father about 1k in the money he didn't pay in rent when he first moved in and was too good for the lower end jobs. I guess he didn't know what the fuck a recession was, but all my friends and family have agreed it's time for him to go back home. The good is that he's leaving and I don't have to deal with his social inadequacies, sexual propositions, and general bullshit anymore. The bad is that he's leaving and we don't get the extra four hundred a month which has now become essential because, get this, my father is losing his job. He's worked for this company for four plus years now, the company is recession proof, and he's pretty much bent over backwards for this company for no reason other than out of the goodness of his heart. The fact that they're letting him go makes me angry. The fact that he might not get unemployment makes me want to put faces through walls. I have relationshit going down, but again, I don't like talking about it, so here's a picture of a puppy.



Alright.

wits and bits

I'm getting lazier with this blog. To be honest, I'm surprised I've had as much consistency as I have so far. I got my prom dress yesterday. My mother, being the spontaneous bitch that she is, drove of to my father's around 8, waking everyone in the house up in the process. I wasn't there; I was asleep at Anthony/Tom/Jermaine/Trevor's place, so my father called me and told me my mother's spur-of-the-moment, tarded intentions. My car was left at Anthony's and my mother, sister, and I all left for what I thought was going to be dress shopping. We ended up going to Union City for Krispy Kreme donuts on my mother's whim. Her spontaneity can be annoying at times, but it always keeps me on my toes, and it's almost always some sort of half-assed adventure. I tried a "fresh hot" Krispy Kreme donut for the first time, and it really was an experience all in itself. I don't find it amusing that my mother took me for donuts before I went prom dress shopping though. I'm obviously weight obsessed enough. That's not going to help in the slightest. We went to Burlington at the Great Mall, found nothing, and then went to some little hole in the wall a few stores over called Fashionista Style Boutique or something of the sort. The dress I found and eventually ended up buying was hand crafted and created for the intention of modeling. It was worn once in a fashion show and then donated to the Boutique. It ended up fitting me pretty well. My mother apparently cried when she saw me in it. I didn't see any tears, but that didn't stop her from telling me how the dress was "made for me" and all sorts of flattering shit. The dress was originally 400 dollars or so, but it was marked down to about 150 for a quick sale. The beading is phenomenal -- magical, really. I've never seen such a well crafted dress. We went back to Burlington and got some shoes and a shawl and went home. Shopping in all took less than an hour and a half. I was thrilled. My mother called my father and asked him to invite his mother over, so I ended up having to wear my dress in front of my father, mother, grandmother, sister, uncle, and uncle's girlfriend. They were all very kind in their compliments, so it wasn't a terrible experience or anything like that; it was just embarrassing for me. I'm not too thrilled that I'm not going to prom with someone I'm romantically involved/interested in, but I'll make the best of it. An experience is an experience. I was dropped off at Anthony's after everyone left, and ended up napping for a good two/three hours before going home. Yesterday wasn't particularly productive, but I am mowing the lawn today, and that's good!

fair warning, 35.

God damnit. I didn't post again yesterday? I guess it slipped my mind. The Cold concert at Slim's wasn't too great. Mom got sick and left before the first opening band even ended their set. The first opening band played fine, and more than likely the most passionately out of all three bands, but their image was one to laugh at (the emo haircuts and metal hair isn't a good look for anyone and really never was). The second opening band was as boring as elevator music. Cold not only took forever to start their set, but when the set began, the band wasn't even present. They just played a 10-15 minute timeline clip of where they came from, how they began, and how highly they seem to think of themselves now. I'm all for pride, but I seemed to be more of an arrogant move from a band that had some mainstream success and clung to that for dear life. That entire escapade turned me off the entire rest of the set, which I didn't think was that good anyway. I have trouble saying that, but that's how I feel. Zach was being loud and kind of douchey (especially with the second band), as was my sister, and it just got frustrating after a while. Zach had a bad day; that's fine, whatever. I'll get over it. Brittany is Brittany; that's fine, too. I was just a bit embarrassed at the time. My mom doesn't seem to be in very good health, either. Dad had to drop her off at her place, go back home, take her car back up to Santa Clara, have me follow in the Corolla behind him, and then go back home. It was irriting, but that's just part of becoming an adult: doing things you don't want to do. Dad didn't want to either though, so we shared our sleepy post-concert pain. My mother will more than likely be okay. She always bounced back and probably always will. She just better go to the fucking doctor's today like she said she would.

Apologies for the abnormally bitchy post. They're few and far between, so just take them as they come, okay?

banner pay

It's amazing how terrible of a day yesterday was and how great today was. I won a scholarship ($500-$1000 worth) and passed my driving test. I should have a brand new battery in my escort by the end of the day, if things work out. When I was told I passed my test, I gave my dad a thumbs up from the car (he was within sight);he and Keith (his brother/my uncle) were absolutely ecstatic. I was so happy to see my father that happy. I ran into my his arms and we literally jumped up and down with joy. That was my favorite part of the day easily. :) I'm a daddy's girl. If you want to hear more about my scholarship, visit the Rotten Tomatoes thread here. Make an account, too. It's a fun place and everyone will like you if you say you know me (I'm lying).

Rape it or leave it.

I seriously think my father damn near broke this mouse. While the internet was down for all of forty-five minutes, I didn't know what to do with myself and had a breakdown. No, just kidding. I drew though. Anthony really has helped me out so much with the improvement of my artistic skills, more specifically the anatomy and proportions of the human body. It sucks that I never taught him anything. I don't know much though. I don't even know how to cook an omelet. I was going to upload some of my drawings, but the tower to this computer doesn't recognize and SD card and I don't feel like using my laptop, so you'll just have to live without my terribly drawn bust-up characters. Sorry for posting twice in one day. I'm overcompensating.