FICTION...it's in the URL.

So it has come to my attention that some people are reading this blog and taking to heart everything that it says. In fact, they're questioning my honesty in real life based on things I've said in the blog...one of the reasons that I never mentioned my name is because I figured this would happened. It has...
While running the risk of repeating myself, I'll say again that while the entries I make on this blog contain some factual information, they aren't 100% truth. So for those of you who believe what you read no matter what, might I suggest you cease and desist? STOP reading my blog if you believe everything I write.
I may feel the need to test your logic, be warned.

What I Didn't Tell Them

So Michael and Andrew were in the car yesterday talking about 'lost loves'. They went on and on about the person they had love (different person for each of course) and how said person broke their heart. I was depressed yesterday so I just listened and didn't say anything. It's not like I can participate can I? I never had a guy break my heart, I never fell in love. I wouldn't understand it.
They got quiet just before we got to Andrew's house to drop them off, and what I wanted to say, I kept to myself. I didn't tell them that whenever I found myself fantasizing about a guy that wasn't imaginary, I worked damn hard to get that person in the 'just friends' spot. I may have never fallen in love, but I've had my heart broken.
I'm not going to go into the whole 'poor me, my parents divorced' thing, but they did divorce, and it did break my heart.
I want more than anything (almost) to fall in love and get married, but I don't see it happening. I never want to experience that feeling again. It hurts like hell.
So what I didn't tell them was; "I don't fall in love, because I've felt the impact of finally hitting the ground, and I don't want to experience it again."

Failure With A Capital U (Look At How Confused That Made You!)

So I just started a new story, 'If All Else Fails', the beginning of which I posted on my other blog; livingintheworldofmakebelieve.blogspot.com
It is loosely based on my life, loosely as in yes I had the late night McDonald's conversation and yes I hang with friends before class is canceled, and yes I have a friend who is incapable of answering her phone (and there's a good chance she's reading this, and I dare her to comment her denial...go on I dare you), and yes I am being 'seduced' by a guy from an alternate world.
One of those is false, I'll let you figure out which one. So basically, the realistic parts of the beginning are based on real events, the rest of it? Yeah, it's from the land of make believe.
It's only Monday and I'm ready for this week to be over. Am I alone in that thought?
By the way, if you want to make yourself feel better, might I suggest going to fmylife.com?
Stands for "Fuck My Life" funny stuff there, check it out.
Ta ta, I've got a story to obsess over.

Too Long, Too Short, Too Damn Time Consuming

So I spent twenty minutes trying to put my hair up for work because one of the managers said it was too long. "Too long?" I hear you laugh, "Just put it in a ponytail!" You think it would take me twenty minutes to remember there was such a thing as a ponytail? It's too SHORT for a ponytail, I can't get it in one. "So try pigtails, drama queen." you laugh? No, too SHORT for pigtails.
So I had to use bobby pins, do you know how many bobby pins it takes to keep short, thick hair up? Too many that's how many, like twenty. And it still won't stay because let's be honest here, bobby pins are useless by themselves. My hair was still down so I got yelled at again for ignoring her 'warning'.
Where is the solution to all this? Get a friggen haircut obviously because I can't deal with that crap. I don't spend time on my hair besides drying it because it dries funky. It's B.S. and I'm chopping it off again...

Where Have All The Good Guys Gone?

Ash spent the night last night after work, and we watched Psych. She's out there watching Step Brothers which is the stupidest movie I've ever seen in my life. I can't sit and watch that thing through it's that stupid.
I've got to find a way to chop my hair off again. It's officially too long to wear down at work, and too short to go into a ponytail or pigtails. Dude, I'm going to go play Zelda on the Wii.

Leave the Folders? I Say Nay

So after work today the guy who closed with me on grill walks out to my car and says, "Do you smoke?....Oh! You're seventeen, you're not allowed to smoke, never mind. I was going to offer you a cigarette but you're too young." He then takes this as an invitation into conversation which I will admit, it was partly I guess.
But he starts talking about dope and how it's okay as long as it doesn't control your life, he has bisexual tendencies but he would never 'bang a guy' (his words not mine), drinking it more dangerous than dope, I shouldn't become addicted, I seem like a quiet girl; do I like to party? It went on and on and on, and I'll admit I found him pretty cool...despite the fact that he smokes, drinks and does dope. He's my kind of guy, that guy (who is twenty in case you were wondering).
So then he left, saying he didn't want to keep me from getting home...the conversation lasted a half an hour.
BEFORE that though I had a cute guy on a motorcycle behind me on the way to Ash's for the football game party...half of us (not me) are in the band, so we hang out before games...I always try to make it. So as he was behind me, I really wanted to pull over and ask him to give me a ride. I didn't though because then what would I do with my folders? I couldn't leave them in the car.
Ex-boyfriend has a new girlfriend...he says anyway. If this is a way of making me jealous...it's not working because I don't care. That should be awesome, but shouldn't I care? I think maybe there's something not right about me....

Thou Shalt Not Kill

Man I finished both Government AND English....so it wasn't my best effort but I'm fricken tired so it'll have to do. Now I just have to wait for tomorrow, and my first day back to work since suspension.
Went to dinner at Taco Bell with two gay guys and Andrew....it was awkward. First because I was the only girl. Second because I'm not good with guys, they make me nervous. And Third because I felt left out so I took to reading the sauces. Speaking of which, will you marry me?
Ha ha ha....
Yeah, I'm going to go write before I'm killed in my sleep by an unhappy murderer.

On James Madison and Other Essays

So I've been waiting all weekend for my English teacher to get back to me so I could fix my essay which is due Wednesday (and she wants us to work on this weekend once we get her comments) but I haven't gotten a single message from her...makes the assignment slightly more challenging wouldn't you say?
She's not the only tough assignment this weekend though, my Government homework is difficult too. I have half of it done, but I don't understand what we were supposed to read, so I can't imagine my answers are right so far. *sigh* This college thing is more challenging than I thought.

Grandmother What An Empty Wallet You Have

So grandma's asked if our team won the game last night about fifteen times today, and grandpa's just been watching t.v. We did win, we kicked the other team's ass, I think they got one touch down or whatever. I don't know, we left during half-time.
My sisters, two of our cousins, grandma and I went to see Tyler Perry's; I Can Do Bad All By Myself. It was an awesome movie, just as funny as the rest, and just as much of a lesson. Now I've gotta go talk grandma out of taking them all to walmart for 'breakfast food'. If they asked her to buy them each a horse she'd find a way. *rolls eyes* Drives me and Savannah nuts with all her spoiling.
Hey! How was Psych last night, do you know? I didn't get to see it, but I'll catch it tonight, on that you can trust me.

Murder is a Sin, but God is it Tempting

My sister is once again the reason for my less than prompt appearance at our high school's first home game. I don't like football, but my friends are in the band, and we're going up against my cousin's school...so I decided to go. But the game starts at 7 and she won't be home until a quarter til...it takes 10 minutes to get to the high school, but you all know how the parking is so close to the start. It's going to be a bitch, and I'm going to be late, and that's going to piss me off.
Did I mention that she made me 15 minutes later to the movie on Wednesday? No? Well she did...I missed the beginning and then she went on and on about how bad of a driver I am.
The only thing stopping me from killing her is mom's "No blood spilled on the carpet" rule.
Well at least I got to go to my friend's house before the game and hang out with everyone. I haven't seen much of them lately.
Off I go to sulk and curse little sisters. Have an enchanting Friday night.

What's a Wee Lass Want With a Huge Scottish Man?

First, I'm not wee, and if some giant Scottish guy called me wee I'd punch him...even if it probably wouldn't hurt him at all. Second, I've been reading Scottish romances lately and maybe it's what all girls want, but the idea of a nearly seven foot monster of a man, feared by all, dangerous as hell (and maybe a few violent tendencies...not towards me of course), with a Scottish accent is heavenly.
Think about it, it'd be awesome arguing with him, he could pick me up (though if he did, I'd probably get very angry and slightly violent myself), lock me in a room (I'd get out) and order me around (not that I'd listen...I'm a poor listener). It'd be awesome.
Okay so yeah, I may have been reading a bit too many 16th Century Scottish romances, but doesn't he sound spectacular? I wouldn't say dreamy because it's a gag worthy word. Man, the idea of someone like that liking me and arguing with me (so I like arguing, it's not a fault! It's invigorating) and trying to control me (I'll admit, I enjoy it when someone tries to boss me around and defying them...especially when they like me all the better for it)....that's what I want.
Find me a Scottish man and I'd love you forever! *sighs* Oh if only dreams came true.
Of course I know it'll never happen, but a girl can hope can't she?

Welcome to the Wonderful World of Suspension

Yes, suspension. I was suspended from work for the upcoming weekend for a drawer shortage. A shortage of $21 to be more exact. No I did NOT take the money you unfaithful reader. I don't know what happened to it, but on the bright side, I get the weekend off right?
So yeah, it's not exactly vacation, but the manager who called knows I didn't take it, and says to just be careful next time. No harm no foul...though I don't think that applies.
We're going to go see G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra. Wish me a safe trip.

Cross Off My Vacation Time, I Beg of Thee

Mom wanted to take me to a Safe Driving Seminar, and she asked me to take off work for it....I begged the manager to have me work that day. By the way, oyster babies are known as spats. Didn't you find that interesting?

I was mugged walking home from school today, he took my favorite book. We chased after him with my friend's pepper spray and tackled him to the ground. I got my book back and he went to jail for murder.

Ha, just kidding. I'm completely bored.

The Proper Conduct of a McDonalds Employee

Is not in fact attempting to climb through the drivethru window. Andrew tried that today as he carried my purse across the parking lot. I had jokingly told him to go get it and I'd buy everyone a sundae...he went and got it.
He then waited a good ten minutes after he got off for me to BUY him a sundae. The kid is truly unbelievable. The way he is with food is enough to make anyone laugh. He's wasted about $80 on fast food alone this week, and he's not even fat. I tell you, the world is not fair.
One day I was closing with him and this really big order came through, so he's rushing around making the food and I'm taking the money and chatting with the customer outside the window. All of the sudden there's a loud bang followed by his cries of, "Are you kidding me?"
My head whipped around to look at him and I burst out laughing. You see the tartar sauce, mac sauce, etc. comes in these types of guns. Well when he was rushing to grab the tartar sauce, he dropped it. It shot tartar to the ceiling, and when Andrew turned around, arms raised in the universal signal of, "What the hell?" he had it all over his face and arm.
Mayo later found it's way on his other side, and he now hates closing. The kid is more clumsy than me, he doesn't belong so close to dangerous objects.

By the way, I was not mugged today. I know you were all wondering, but alas I was just too quick for the muggers of this small town, though I'll admit it was a close call. Maybe next time, huh?

They Found My Stash!

By they, I mean mom, and by stash I mean the books she doesn't want me reading, but hey the title, "Mom Found My Against the Rule Books!" isn't nearly as good, now is it?
So yeah, mom doesn't like me reading Nora Roberts type books, and I don't like being told what not to read, so I read them anyway. She found them, and my diary (which she read, but the jokes on her because I haven't written in that thing for months) under the bed while I was at a friends house talking about how I should rehide them because she was bound to look at them. Talk about bad timing.
Jeeze, it was horrible, but never fear, I had a plan of action; hide them in the trunk of my car. They can't stay there for long but whatever, I'll work on it. Maybe a take out a wall and hollow out a hiding spot? Somehow I think that would just really piss her off, a hole in the wall I mean.
In other news, I finished half of my homework...well half of half but that rounds up right? Yeah, thought so. I have to go to work in a few hours and I still have to shower, read (yes that's actually a part of my schedule, but I'm behind and need to catch back up with the schedule), and write a bit of that story like I promised my friend.

Does anyone else think that my life story is completely and utterly unfun? Maybe next time I can talk about a would-be mug....probably not, no one mugs you in small towns...so far anyway.

Starting Out

Someone once told me (by once I mean dozens of times, and by someone I mean at least a ten people) laughingly that I should write about my life. They laughed over whatever story I was telling and said, "You like writing fiction so much, but your life is just as funny. Write about that." So finally I thought, "Hey why not? No one will read it, but it might improve my writing skills."
Fiction is my greatest accomplishment, and I'll say right here and now that it sometimes slips in with the facts. Not enough to change my life, but just enough to make it more interesting. Since this is kind of like a prologue, I should introduce myself, huh?
Name? Don't need one because it doesn't matter. Occupation? Currently working drive through at McDonald's. Education? Finishing my senior year of high school, and taking two college courses. Family? Two sisters, a mom, a dad, mom's boyfriend, and a list of others, but it's way too long. Friends? Enough to not want to list them all.
Anything else? No? How unfortunate, I mean I had a list of useless facts to give you. My favorite color, names of all my past boyfriends (as if I had that many...three, that's all), etc. Now that I've sent you merrily down the path of boredom, I shall end this with a fare thee well, and wish you luck.