[Selfish Jean-Travis]
im pretty sure this is about to be a giant clusterfuck of a blog about alotta different things.
i have exactly 4 work days left at marsh. maybe. i might have to transfer my job to WL. boo. i was so excited about dumping my shitty job as a cashier, but i was informed that i might not get nearly enough hours at villa over the summer. i was promised 35 hours a week by katie. we got a new manger and this stupid bitch is cutting everybodys hours, and giving hours to nobodys that dont deserve hours. katie suggested that i transfer my job at marsh cuz i wouldnt get my hours at villa. piss. i wanted to be rid of that place. but i gotta have money too. i only hope that working at marsh somewhere like WL will be better cuz it will be mostly college students instead of ignorant ass nasty people like we have here in the M. but i have to get my hours, so ill do what i must.
i leave to go back to WL in one week. 7 days. im excited. and i am sad. i feel like this is a reoccurring theme every single time i move, because every single time i leave, i become a little more grown up, and a little more of me leaves home. but this month home really made me realize this place really doesnt have anything left for me. yes, marion will always be "home" in the sense that this is where my family is. this is where i grew up. this was the place of many childhood memories. but marion is no longer "home" in the respect that this is not where the majority of my life is anymore. my friends, with the exception of my beef, and maybe ann a little bit, are all in WL now. my job is in WL. my stuff, my room, everything is in WL. its like the more i establish myself there, the more i lose myself here. but i am excited to move back out on my own. im tired of the silly rules here, and im clearly excited to get back to my friends and fun and such. of course ill miss my beef, and my mom, and bob, and my dog and homecooking and alotta other things, but its time to go.
i have to work tomorrow night. 4:30-10. with janet. i might end up punching her in her fat face.
speaking of people id like to punch... my father ranks pretty far up there on that list. sometimes i think he needs to shut his damn mouth. kelley, a girl i work with, said that she asked him how i was doing away at college. his response? "i dont know. she never talks to me. but if she doesnt get her shit together in college, im gonna put my foot up her ass." 1) dont whine to other people about how i dont talk to you. its because you are a big whiny baby that i despise talking to you anyways. 2) i had a bad semester. but it wasnt horrible. i didnt fail anything. my GPA never dropped below a 3.0 so it couldnt have been that bad. get over it. 3) dont think that suddenly you have a right to judge anything i do in my life. you have never been there or cared before, so dont pretend to now. 4) you have no right to talk shit about me to people i work with. so shut your damn mouth.
today was logans birthday. he is a bagger at work. he had to work the last shift and we felt bad for him, cuz it was his birthday. so me and cierra bought him a card, cupcakes, and a moutain dew and sang him happy birthday. he blushed. logan is mighty good-looking. he should date me. just sayin.
charlie the stock guy creeped on me hardcore. he was pissing me off somethign awful. he basically called me sleazy and a whore. and i wanted to punch him, because he is a creep. luckily, i only have to deal with him one more night before i leave.
anyways, i think im done. for now at least. mostly because im tired lol.
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