A day NOT well-spent
Today was crap. I know it's supposed to be Christmas and all... but everything was just sucky. So, unless you want to dredge through boring/depressing recount of my day, I don't suggest you read past this paragraph. Merry Christmas.I got up around 9 AM because I KNOW that if I'm not up, the cavalry will wake me at 9:15. I encourage everyone to get the present unwrapping done (because the sooner it's done, the sooner I can go back to bed!)... I finally get everyone together around ten after nine. We rip the paper off and open the bags containing our presents. No real shocks for me... I got clothes from my parents (I really needed them for work; I'll talk about the shopping ordeal later) and some lotto tickets, and random stuff from my brothers: cheap fake nails (and by cheap I mean low quality--I'm pretty sure they're just press-ons), some rhinestone nail art, and a foot file. Thanks guys. It was stuff that I didn't expect, but didn't really need (or want for that matter). But it's the thought that counts. They saw them in the store and thought of me. How sweet! Speaking of sweet, I also got a giant chocolate bar (which I also picked out for myself), some mint skittles, Final Fantasy I & II--Dawn of Souls, a little angel that holds inspirational messages, and a bobble head turtle. I got the third to last from Ed (that's our gaming connection) and last two from Bridget; but a few days before Christmas. What I really wanted for Christmas was for my car to be fixed (which was next to impossible seeing as it just went to the shop 2 days ago), and my grandma Josephine's hugs (which is also impossible because she's dead; but I believe in the afterlife, unlike some, so I'll get hugs from her soon enough. AND for all of eternity :D).
After present time, I went upstairs, only to find that Mom seriously wasn't cooking anything for brekkie (or for the rest of the day, as I later found out. Aren’t you supposed to have Christmas dinner ON Christmas, and not the day AFTER Christmas? And my mom says she’s not weird...). She was heating up meatballs and li'l smokies and setting out a veggie plate with pickles, green and black olives, and cheese. I convinced her to let me do the spinach dip bread (cut a hole in some bread, pour spinach dip in it, voila! Ready for eatin') while she set out one of the four cheese balls she made this week, and some shrimp. I waited like an hour for the frozen stuff to get ready while munching on bread, shrimp, and the veggie plate (I also talked to Bridget on the telephone), but I got tired again around 10:30 and went back to bed. But before I go to bed Brian reminds me that we're going to the movies tonight at 7 to watch Fat Albert. Okay, fine, let me go to bed dude.
I woke up around 3:30 to play some more FFI, and I get a call from Chris P. I talk to him for like half an hour or so. No sooner do I turn the game back on and load my saved game than get a call from Sheryll. So I talked to her for like 20 minutes. Back to the game! Around 5:30, Mom comes into my room and says, "Are you going to the movies like THAT?" Hey, I have on shorts and a t-shirt... I don't have to get dressed until 6! "Well, get ready because the movie's starting earlier!" Ugh, fine. I put on some pants that I got today from the 'rents, and my VA Beach sweatshirt. I get upstairs and everyone has their coat on. I announce that I'm going to take another 20 minutes to get ready (sorry, I have to do my hair. I know it's just the Sterlin', but still, it's PUBLIC). Everyone gets frustrated at me. I ignore them and go to the bathroom to fix my 'do. I pop out of the bathroom 10 minutes early (at 6 o'clock) and no one's in the kitchen. Uhh everyone was just getting on my case to be ready sooner and now nobody's leaving? Fine. So I put my shoes on and get my purse out of my room. I decide I want a piece of pineapple upside down cake (which I made 3 days ago and no one has tried yet. Jerks!) and cut it and pour myself some milk when Dad prances in the kitchen and says that we're leaving. UGH! Fine. Leave without me. "We will, bye!" Fine Dad, I didn't wanna see a stupid movie anyway! "Fine! Bye." Well I sat down at the table and started eating my cake and possibly starting to cry. Mom is like, "Come on honey, just wrap the cake up and get your coat on." No... I want to eat my cake. Dad had 10 minutes to announce that we were leaving before I cut the cake. I'm eating it. You and I can drive there ourselves. "I don't want to drive today... come on..." Fine. So I wrapped up my cake, chugged down my milk, put my coat on and grabbed my purse and hopped in the truck. Dad made it clear that neither he nor Mom had intentions of watching FA with my brothers. I suggested we see Darkness. BAD IDEA!!! To anyone that wants to see the new movie Darkness, DON'T GO SEE IT if you honestly enjoy horror movies. It wasn't a horror movie. It was a waste of $6. Wait to rent it. Seriously. The previews were better than the movie!!! The story is slow, the ending is total crap (I don't care WHO you are, you'll think it sucks), and it's not even remotely scary (contrary to certain critics who said it was the scariest movie they'd seen in years. They don't ever watch movies I guess...). It's movies like that which make me want to make a Better Movie Bureau to stop critics from giving out crap reviews and movies to falsely advertise the quality (in whatever genre they may be--horror movies actually have to be scary, comedies actually have to be funny, etc.). So poop on that movie. At least the acting was good and Anna Paquin's movie-boyfriend was hot. The accents were kinda weird though... I won't get into it, but you'll notice it when you watch the piece of junk movie.
That's pretty much the end of my crappy day. So, shopping... I hate shopping. I hate it even more now that I've gained so much freaking weight after this past summer. If you didn't already know, YES, my bike was stolen (did I say that in the last post? Well, too bad). It's like it's a signal that I shouldn't be using a bike as my sole form of exercise—honestly, my legs can’t get any more muscular unless I take weird supplements or only drinking protein shake. As much as I hate running machines (elliptical machines, stair climbers, treadmills and the like), I guess I'm going to have to start warming up to them. BLAH. Anyway, I hate shopping because SINCE I gained weight, my clothes don't fit properly (I only gained weight around my belly button... what a bunch of crap) so I have to get pants that fit in the waist but not in the legs or butt, and shirts that don't make my fat rolls too noticeable. I may as well get some maternity clothes and tell people I'm popping out a kid. Just kidding. Not that fat around the middle. YET.
As soon as I get my car, I'm going back to Louisville. For those of you that don't know, I _DID_ get hired by the company that I want to work for (yay me); but BARELY. They went back and forth on the maturity thing (which I already blogged about), and because fat kids don't run around factories too well. Oh, wait, I forgot, I just don't like stairs because of my knee but they assumed I can't do it because I'm fat. Jerks. Now I'm going to have to work extra hard to gain the little respect co-op students can get (since everyone will prolly deem me the chubby black girl, AS USUAL). The best part of my job is getting up at 5 AM every day to get ready for work. The second best is leaving Louisville at 6 AM every day. The third best is driving for an hour to actually get to work (but at least it's just I-71, so it won't be too hectic in the morning). My first day is the January 3rd (Please, God... let my car be fixed by the 1st so I can actually be at work), and we have to be there at 7.30 AM... but I am not a morning person by any means, so I'm giving myself a LOT of time. Oh yea, did I mention my new 10 PM bed time? *sigh* Ahh, the work world. I guess I'll like actually applying my knowledge of Engineering to SOMETHING (besides answering Jeopardy questions at the Chinese place). But I really don't want to get a Master's and/or PE certification (Principles and Practices of Engineering--don't ask why it’s not PPE) to sit at some desk all freaking day. Such is life. These are things I get to tackle in the future. For tomorrow, I get to go to church and hopefully be happy for one day this week.
This blog has turned into a real freaking crybaby post, so I'm going to quit now and go sulk until I fall asleep.
