||Tim McGraw - Angry All The Time.
I'm in such a GRR let's cuss and scream profanities type of mood, lol. But I'm not in a bad mood, it's the strangest thing. I'm having a good time, though. Listening to Eminem and doing gangster poses. -Laughs.- Damn, I'm cool.
So yeah. New journal. Ugly bitches can't stay away from my old one, yeah - it is quite sad. I know, my life is so fucking exciting that people just can't stop reading. =P It's cool, though. I'm sure I'll continue posting in the old one (breaking_even) every once in a while. Quotes, poems, lyrics, random things, blurtysecret stuff, things like that. Blah blah, anyway.
Spent last night at my Dad's house, and I have to admit *rather reluctantly* that I had a damned good time. We stayed up 'til five in the morning playing Poker, watching T.v, and listening to 80's music. Before we got into all of that though, my Dad spent two hours just talking to us about the things that've been going on in his life, why he's been neglecting us, and how important we are to him. I had to keep myself from crying a few times, but I never broke. He explained all about his world seemingly falling apart when his company found out about his affair with one of the married women in the plant, and then fired her, when his entire group of friends turned on him because of some bitch who hung out at the same bar as him, how he's been drinking/smoking/fucking random girls a lot, and how he really does want to fix his shit. He said he doesn't know when he's going to stop smoking, and that he doesn't plan on making any promises to anyone about any of his bad habits, but that he has indeed quit drinking, and he plans on spending time with us at least three weekends out of the month *normally he gets three out of four sundays off*. I have to say that as much as I don't want to have my heart set on him being a Dad for us again, I can't really help but get my hopes up. He even said that there's this voice inside of his head that keeps telling him that he needs to quit his bad habits, give himself to God, and then he'll be set on the right path. Not sure he plans on following through with that, but he did tell my sister that he was going to go to Church with her next Sunday. ..I think I might even go with them. God knows I could use some guidance. Just not sure whether or not I can deal with that right now. I suppose we'll see.
I called off work today because I was having too much fun hanging out with my Dad. I called in and made up a story about my Stepfather having food posioning and having to babysit while my mother stays with him at the Hospital. I couldn't really tell whether Elaine (the store manager) was upset or not.. it's hard to read her, especially over the phone. I just absolutely HATE the 5-11pm shift on Sundays. We're only open 'til 10pm, which means as a Cashier, I get to stock and straighten shelves for an hour. It aggravates the hell out of me because it is incredibly boring, and it's not my damned job. If they would've tried hiring me as an 01, which are the people who do that, push carts, help people to their car, etc, I would've told them no thanks on the spot. It's not worth it. Plus, Sunday nights are SO slow that it's sad. I sit there reading Cosmo and chatting with my coworkers more than I actually ring up customers. The only thing is that I left last Sunday early, and a few weeks ago I just up and left work before my shift started. They say that there's a six point system where you have to gain six points (absences equal one, and tardies equal a half of one) before you can be terminated, but I think if they really wanted me gone, they'd find a reason to fire me. I like this job though, especially compared to some of the other crappy minimum wage jobs I've had before, so after today I have GOT to stop fucking around and just go to work. I've only worked there for a month and a half, afterall. Lol.
Great. Jeremy H just texted me and told me that his Srg caught him drunk in formation. They're not allowed to drink while in AIT. God.. he can be such a fucking idiot sometimes. I'm waiting for him to text me back and tell me what they did as punishment - I just hope they don't take away all of his freetime or something like that. Not talking to him at all would just suck beyond anything else. Even though he's been rather prickish for the last day or so. -Shrugs.- I'll deal with it. He feels hurt and betrayed, and I don't blame him, so I'm just going to let him vent all of his anger and resentment and hopefully eventually he'll be able to forgive and move on from it. If not, I'll life. It'll suck, but I don't need to be with him in order to continue breathing - life will go on without him, even though it feels like it won't sometimes. =/ Blah.
My dad let me make a mixed CD while we were at his house, and I'm SO loving it. It's got tons of awesome songs on it and I could seriously just play it over and over without ever getting bored. From Candlebox, to Asia, to Motley Crue, to Goo Goo Dolls, to Hinder, to Def Leppard. The perfect CD. <3.
'k. I'm going to end this now, read a bit of Buffy fanfiction, and wait for mr (I totally typed "my" at first, Haha, what a total Freudian slip.) Jeremy to text me back and let me know whether or not he's going to get into major trouble. Fuck, I hope they don't make him stay in Maryland over the Holidays. The poor man NEEDS to get away before he kills someone. =(
That is all. ;o