Taco Salad. Bad Omen?

So it begins. 10:00 I get to work. Well, it was more like 9:43ish, but still. Anyways. Get there. Things were stocked 'cause I had made sure they were the night before, so it was easy to open stuff up. Everythings going good, and L.R. (the guy that opens with me) gets there on time. I get him to pouring some dressings for me while I do some pre-parring (ask me later if you don't know what that is and want to). 10:30 rolls around and we open. The first salad order is a taco salad. Don't get me wrong, I like taco salad, but I just hate having to make 'em. So I says to James, I says, "You know it's going to be a bad day when the first thing you have to make is a taco salad." Little did I know, I was right. Sense we had opened and orders were starting to come in, I start to put away some stuff into the fridge and the cooler. Well, I walk back to the cooler and find L.R. sitting on the bottom shelf outside of the cooler hunched over. I ask him if he's ok and he doesn't do anything but kinda slide into the floor ever so slowly. ((Skipping some details)) We get him out front were he passes out again. They end up calling an ambulense and they come to get him and stuff. The medic dudes stay for flippin' ever; and apparently L.R.'s parents came 'cause they wanted to talk to James for some undisclosed reason. (keep in mind that the store is open to the public and people are coming the whole time.) Well, in the end the amblience leaves, L.R. leaves with his parents, and James leaves. What was wrong with L.R. you may ask? The managers didn't want us to talk about it, but rumor had it that he had been smoking him some pot and poppin' some pills before he came to work. What an idiot. Well, the moral of the story is, don't do drugs. Stay cool, chums.

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~~master skipper

Roses

You know, people say life's not a bed of roses. But i say it is: it smells sweet and looks pretty most of the time, but then there are those times that you hit a thorn.

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~master skipper

*sigh*

I sit here downcast; listening to techno on my computer hoping to God that things will clear up and this crap will stop being so confusing...

~~the moron that can never get anything right...

Everyone's stealing from Everyone

Well, I stole this from Kris who stole it from Jenn. Actually, I read it on Jenn's blog first, but I actually copied it from Kris's. But it seemed rather nifty, so I decided to plop it on here:

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01. Tell me a secret.

02. Give me a compliment.

03. Say something bad about me.

04. Tell me your favorite memory of us.

05. Lyrics from a song that remind you of me.

06. How old are you?

07. When was the last time you thought of me?

08. Do you think we'll be friends for a long time?

09. How well do we know each other?

10. Anything else you'd like to say?

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So yeah, it would be neato as a mosquito if you'd do that little bit.

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~master skipper

The worst day ever

Today hasn't been the best day ever. Started off with having to get up when I really really really really really didn't want to. When I got to work I looked at the schedule to find out when I work this week. The first thing I noticed was that I didn't have to be at work til an hour later than I got in (came in at 9:00, wasn't supposed to be there til 10:00)... that kinda bummed me. Then I looked and saw that I have to work all frikin' day on friday, ((c'mon now I'm only part time people!!)). And I also have to work a whole stinkin' bunch on Saturday too, which is total crap. So that didn't make me happy at all. And all day I've been preoccupied with different things (and person) on my mind. That didn't help either, lemme tell ya. And then, to top all that off, before we were even supposed to open, we had people comin' in and getting stuff 'cause a fire alarm went off in the building they were in. All of us in the kitchen were really ticked 'cause we had more prep work than you could possibly imagine 'cause the Sunday night crew don't do squat. So we were running around on empty most of the morning. Thankfully we weren't too awefully busy today. I'm seriously hoping I can get someone to cover for me on Saturday, or at least get them to let me off a little early; maybe I will be able to plan around it. **sigh** Well, enough telling you of one of the worst days ever. Stay cool, chums.

~master skipper

Wouldn't it be nice?

((This post is due to the fact that I'm rather annoyed/upset with certain unnamed persons right now.))

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Wouldn't it be nice if every did what they said they would do? Wouldn't it be nice if no one lied and no one gossiped. Wouldn't it be nice if people wouldn't say one thing and do another? Wouldn't it be nice if people wouldn't tell you something and get your hopes up, and then let you down by telling you they've got something else? Wouldn't it be nice...?

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Here's a nice depressing song to fit my mood right now:
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My December
Linkin Park
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This is my December,
This is my time of the year...
This is my December,
This is all so clear...

This is my December,
This is my snow covered home...
This is my December,
This is me alone...

And I
Just wish that i didnt feel like there was something i missed
And I
Take back all the things i said to make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that i didnt feel like there was something i missed
And I
Take back all the things i said to you
And I'd..
Give it all away,
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away,
To have someone to come home to...

This is my December,
These are my snow covered trees...
This is me pretending,
This is all i need...

And I
Just wish that i didnt feel like there was something i missed
And I
Take back the things i said to make you feel that
And I
Just wish that i didnt feel like there was something i missed
And I
Take back all the things i said to you
And I'd..
Give it all away,
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away,
To have someone to come home to...

This is my December,
This is my time of the year...
This is my December,
This is all so clear...

Give it all away,
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away,
To have someone to come home to...
Give it all away,
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away,
To have someone to come home to...

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~master skipper

Stuck In My Head

Well, there's a song stuck in my head. So I thought that I might be nice and share it with you. We listened to this song last night @ KP's, and then twice today just 'cause it was the only cd in and we were listenin' to music and it's a good song. So, w/o further adieu:
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Until the Day I Die

Story of the Year

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Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you

As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you die right now
You know that I'd die to
I'd die too

You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does

We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you

Should I bite my tongue
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
But still we'll say, "Remember when"
Just like we always do, just like we always do

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Yeah, I'd spill my heart
Yeah, I'd spill my heart for you

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Mistakes like friends do
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you

Until the day I die
Until the day I die

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~master skipper

Two and a Half Hours

Last night was the wing ding at Kenny Pinc's. What a blast. Well, to sum up really quick 'cause I don't want to make a super long blog:

1. Played w/ a tennis ball in the Pinckley's driveway w/ Jenn and Sarah before anyone else got there.
2. Played a game of football when everyone arived. (for which now I'm really sore)
3. Went inside and played part of a game of Life w/ Julie, Ashley, Nadia, and Bailey while everyone else was picking a movie.
4. Watched Little Black Book
5. Girls ran off.
6. Played a snippit of Halo 2.
7. Watched Anchorman.
8. (I snuck in a couple minutes of Halo while Kenny set up a mattress in the floor)
9. KP and Dave watched Texas Chain Saw Massacre. I didn't really want to see that so I layed down and watched a peek here and there.
10. Ian fell asleep.
11. David and Kenneth started playing Halo and I watched & played a tad before dozing off.

Well, that's pretty much it. I woke up this morning and had to leave w/o doing anything fun 'cause I bloody had to go to work.

Speaking of work, I get there and do the setup stuff and when my helper guy is supposed to get there, he's a no-show. Moron. He really is; but that's another story for a different day. Anyways, he ends up showing up an hour late. Plus, just around half an hour before I was supposed to get off, I was needed to stay til 4:00, two more flippin' hours of work. And of course they dragged on and on and on. So typical. Needless to say today has been a l o n g day. And I'm rather tired, considering I'm running on empty: it's 5:30 and all I've eaten is a small bowl of cereal, and I've only had 2 and a half hours of sleep. So I'll leave you guys with that.

~master skipper

Black or White?

David and I were going to Devin's from church last night. At the 72/Wal Trianna red light we get stopped. I end up behind this car, a white honda prelude. What the car is is completely irrelevant. Anyways, when the light turns green he just sits there. Then after like 10 seconds he finally starts going. Then I make a crack on teenage drivers these days, who lets them on the roads (joke, by the way. well, some need to get off the road, but that's neither here nore there); and David makes a joke about black people and how they can't drive. I don't know what he's talking about 'cause I was thinking the driver of the car was a white kid with a toboggan. Then Dave's like, "No, it's a bald black guy." I'm like "No, it's a white guy with a toboggan." We go back and forth a couple times, fully in jest of course, and then we decide that we're going to find out whether he's a black bald guy or a white guy with a toboggan. So I tailgate the guy with my brights on so we can see inside the car. We still can't come to an agreement. Then we have to stop for a cop that's pulled a guy over and he gets ahead of us. So after I get passed him I gun it to catch up. Yes, I sped within radar-gun distance of a cop; but he was occupied. Anyways. I catch up to him at the light at Capshaw. He pulls into that Chevron gas station there on the corner. We're like, let's pull in to see what he is. Well, I pull in as he's getting out of the car... A bald black guy. I was wrong but it was ok. It was fun anyway. Well, as I'm pulling around to leave the gas station he just keeps staring at us. He apparently knew that I was following him. David gives him this rediculous smile as I'm pulling out and waves. The guy just flicked us off and went inside. Then we laughed histarically and continued on our trek to Devin's.

What a blast.

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In honor of my last post, here's a song on the album in the post aforementioned. Here is,

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Open Road Song

Tonight I feel ambitious
and so does my foot
as it sinks on the pedal
I press it to the floor

I don't need a girl
don't need a friend
cause my friend lonesome's unconditional

We're flying forever bored
And for a moment I love everything
that I see and think and feel
I love my broken side view mirror

Cause it's so perfect
I'm so perfect
you're so perfect
you're not here
I hear the changin gears

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song
The night is beckoning
although I have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind
if I could frame my mind
Where would it hang?

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out
But that's O.K.
Cause I sound better than him anyway any day
yeah my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I find it
where I've found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

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~master skipper

Inside out

So it's Tuesday. The second day of the week. Almost Wednesday now. I like Wednesdays. Get to go to church. See friends. Plus, it means that the week is almost half over. Friday is going to be cool 'cause there's a prayer group. They're always fun. I'm going to try to get the group to go to McAllister's. That would be cool if I could get us to.
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Well, yesterday I decided to go shopping. Yay. Went to AE, 'cause that's where I always go. The thing I wanted to look at first was jeans. Well, I get to lookin' at the sale rack to see if there's anything there. I see a pair that catches my eye and I say to myself, "I like these". Look at the size... the nice little tag says, 32-36. (I wear around a 29 or 30 waste and 32 length). Well, I don't lose heart over one pair that's big; I keep looking. "Huge, huge, huge.... ginormous". Needless to say I didn't find any my size. So I look at the ones on the shelves. I see some that I like the look of. Then I think to myself, "wait a minute, I have these jeans". Well, I move on. I look at different ones. While I'm looking at them, I think to myself, "Wait a sec... I'm wearing these jeans...". Well, after thoroughly striking out on jeans, I move to looking at shirts. To make a long story short, one of the girls there hit on me, I found a shirt that I had seen before and wanted, and bought it and another that I liked. End of story.
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Man, at the gym today they had just varnished the basket-ball court's floor. A guy could get high in that place. Well, it wasn't that bad, but it did kinda get to ya. But other than that, it was ok. That has nothing to do with anything at all, but oh well.
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And I bought a cd today. An album by an older band, Eve 6. I like 'em. Anyways...
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~master skipper

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p.s.: Inside Out is the song I bought the Eve 6 album for... in case you were wondering... which you probably weren't.

A Good Deed Done

Well, today started off fine other than the fact that I had to get up and go to work. Works not bad in itself, but I'm not getting too much sleep 'cause the only time, other then at church, that I get to talk to Jules is pretty late and I have to get up early. I know, I know, 7:30's not early for you guys. But when you only get that 7 and a half hours of sleep it starts to chew away at ya. Plus I have to work near full-time hours this week. I hope that they don't keep my work schedule like this. God willing they won't. I'm hoping the only reason they have me doing so much is that I had to ask for someone to cover for me last Saturday last minute so that I could go to Makin' Music. It may not have affected anything had not the manager had to end up having to do it.

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Today I put my "nifty" little truck to use. Devin and Anthony needed a truck to haul their drier to their house. They were going to use dad's, but he had some stuff in the back and it had that top thing on it (which is deplorably ugly and should be destroyed never to be seen or used again). So I drove over to Lowe's and helped 'em load it up and then drove over to their house to drop it off. Then I proceded in helping them set it up. After doing so I cast off and headed home, where I now am currently blogging to you. That concluded the high points of my day, I say farewell.

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~master skipper

For the record

Man, work's getting rather hectic. Today there weren't many people helping and it was as busy as ever, maybe more so. So yeah. It's getting a wee tad stressful. And then there's school got alot to do before the 20th of May. That's when I gradiate. There's only going to be four of us. Our home school group is kinda small, needless to say. Well, that's pretty much it for right now. Gotta get started on that RO essay thing.

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~master skipper

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oh, and for the record, I thank all of you who participated in the poll. It was much appreciated

Poll

Unofficial Poll:

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Do you read my blog?:

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Yes)

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No)

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If you do, then please leave a comment saying so. If you do not, then I won't get anything from you. It's not that hard.

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I'm doing this out of curiosity to see how many people do read it and who they are.

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Thanks for your cooperation.
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~master skipper

Gansta Rap

The Star Wars Gangsta Rap. It's great. You should watch it. In fact, I'll give you a link to it. GANGSTA RAP

~master skipper

Oh yeah...

Have you ever forgotten what you were wearing? I've done that alot of times. I'll sit down and think, "Man, I didn't know these pants were so uncomfortable" and then realize that I'm wearing a different pair than I thought I was. Or I'll be going along or doing something then go to roll up my sleeves and be like, "oh yeah, I'm wearing this shirt." Like the other night. I walked into the bathroom, looked in and freaked for a second 'cause I saw a guy in a blue plaid-like shirt (I don't own any like that). And then I realized that it was just my reflection of me wearing David's blue western-like shirt. I was like, "I did wear this shirt didn't I?" But yeah. Just thought I might see if anyone else was as weird as me.

~master skipper

Long time no blog

It's been rather hectic these last couple a nites. Friday night I went to the prayer group and then to Schope's (I hope that's how ya spell that! Sorry if it ain't!) to watch a movie. Then last knight I went to Devin's and played D&D, well, actually D20 modern, but still. Stayed up til 2:00 (adjusted time). That was stupid, let me tell ya. But anyways. One thing I did yesterday was help out Devin and Chris (Meacham) to mod Devin's computer. He's got this wicked cool computer case that's UV reactive; so when UV radiation hits it it glows and all. And inside, he's got these cables that glow green to UV. But the red of the outside made it hard to see the cables clearly. So he wanted to cut a hole in the side of the case and put a clear piece in the whole. Easier said than done. But it all turned out wicked cool in the end. All glowing and stuff. Tonight was the Sr. High devo. It was good but almost no one came. Disappointing in a way, but I liked the fewer people. Except Jules wasn't there. Anyways. That's all I can think to blog right now.

~master skipper

p.s. I'm gonna kill you! Naw just kiddin'... but really, I will.