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It's time for a change [19 Jul 2006|08:35am] My paid subscription is almost expired, so I can be found here. ghosts

[15 Jul 2006|07:12pm] [ mood | livid ] So I've worked for this company for only a few weeks, our store has only been open for one and I am seriously beginning to get frustrated. Firstly, the reason I got a new job (other than the fact that my other one really sucked) was I never got hours. I would work 2 or 3 days, basically Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I got the scedule for next week and I'm only working for 18 hours next week (opposed to the 30 hours I requested, and the 25 hours that everyone else is working) which are distributed throughout Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. After previously requesting Sunday off for personal reasons, personally with my store manager and writing down in a book which we are instructed to write down days we can't work. After talking to my store manager about this, as far as getting more hours I just have to "bear with it" and "wait and see" because I might have more hours next week. I don't want to have to get a second job. Sunday was her mistake, and I ended up having to switch shifts with someone. In addition to this, we only have two shift supervisors, and one is a total bitch. She is pretty nice and everything, but come to find out she tells on everyone to our store manager, not just what we do wrong, but adding things in, that don't really happen. I've gotten bitched at at least twice, because of the one five hour shift I've had with her. And every time has been for something that I haven't even done. This sucks. 7 ghosts

[02 Jul 2006|02:50pm] Pat and I got halfway through a 500 peice puzzle yesterday and I am going to see Belle and Sebastian and Ted Leo and the Pharmacists on saturday! 7 ghosts

[30 Jun 2006|01:27pm] In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was smething so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears. Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. But mostly it didn't because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was that in daytime, they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness. The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left. 1 ghosts

new shoes [28 Jun 2006|12:06pm] ( +1 ) 4 ghosts

[20 Jun 2006|07:30pm] I cannot stop living in the past, whether it's my past or someone elses, I can never get over it. ghosts

just some updates [20 Jun 2006|12:52pm] schools out i'm probably going to be working at caribou coffee scary doctors appt on saturday ( and some pictures.. ) 2 ghosts

Where do we go from here? [18 Jun 2006|11:21am] [ mood | heart broken ] I don't think he knows how he makes me feel. I wish he could know, without my telling him. They don't like you to tell them they've made you cry. They don't like you to tell them you're unhappy because of them. If you do, they think you're possessive and exacting. And then they hate you. They hate you whenever you say anything you really think. You always have to keep playing little games. Oh, I thought we didn't have to; I thought this was so big I could say whatever I meant. I guess you can't, ever. I guess there isn't anything big enough for that. Oh, if he would just telephone, I wouldn't tell him I had been sad about him. They hate sad people. I would be so sweet and gay, he couldn't help but like me. If he would only telephone. 1 ghosts

[10 Jun 2006|09:00am] i have no plans for the summer 2 ghosts

[28 May 2006|08:26am] Where can I get chai candles? 2 ghosts

[11 May 2006|04:31pm] I am employed! 6 ghosts

[04 May 2006|04:44pm] today my boyfriend chased a bus for me. hahaha. 2 ghosts

[29 Apr 2006|06:15pm] My dad found this small wooden music box at a yard sale and got it for me and for some reason I am absolutely mesmerized by it and have the urge to carry it around and listen to it all the time. ghosts

[27 Apr 2006|04:45pm] There are changes in myself that need to be made. 2 ghosts

[18 Apr 2006|04:54pm] what does it feel like to be disliked by everyone that doesn't know you, and judged by everyone that does! if only i could begin to describe... 2 ghosts

[13 Apr 2006|04:17pm] please don't drive me home tonight because i don't want to feel alone. Please don't drive me home tonight because i don't want to go ghosts

[04 Apr 2006|04:31pm] Recently I have been thinking I have been wasting time, not seeing much, not doing much, but I realize how lucky I really am when I compare my life to people I used to know. People stuck in a place where they aren't going anywhere, and now that I see everything that they are missing out on, I pity them. I love my life! 2 ghosts

this weekends themes [02 Apr 2006|04:40pm] strawberry and smoking cigars! 7 ghosts

I'm in love [27 Mar 2006|06:52pm] Everyone's college acceptances, and conversations with Pat about the future have provoked me to once again question my career path. Maybe I'll be a writer. 4 ghosts

happy st. patricks weekend [19 Mar 2006|10:10am] sore muscles are no fun but certain ways of getting them are. 3 ghosts

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