angeejay

Schweet, I just got another kick-ass job, at (undisclosed) Bank! They're starting me at $11.50 an hour, and in 90 days it automatically goes up to $13. I feel really accomplished, because I got the job after my first interview, and I didn't even need a second one. I'm so pumped, I absolutely love working with people and having a great, respectable job. One point I.
Starting my training in Lititz on October 20th. No more free time, but hello nice paychecks!

I got my court date! It's THIS FRIDAY!.. at 8:30 am at the courthouse where John stole my car back in August. He wants me to not show up so the case is dropped and he gets off with the whole mess he made. NOT happening, friends. I'd have to be insane to do that. I fell for his crap (even though everyone and their freakin grandmother advised me against it, more than once) a few too many times... far too many times, and this will not be another one of those times. I'm fed up as I should have been a long time ago, and it's time to stop with the games already.
I had a really great interview at a really great bank this morning, so hopefully I'll have two really good jobs. That'll surely get me through all these rough times and easily back on track, faster than I could hope. . I'm really excited to start at the bank; hopefully it all goes the way I'd like it to.

Haha, has anybody seen the commercial for LifeAlert? "I've fallen off the ladder and I can't get up!" I guess it's some sort of bracelet you wear and you can alert the operator on the other end if you need assistance, and they can also alert you if they detect a problem. What if you're in the middle of some hot sex and bump a button? I'm not into audiences.. creepy...

Oh yeah, way to go me-- I missed Kacey's birthday, as well as Aleis's baby shower because I didn't check my Myspace emails soon enough. Sorry guys! =( Just keep in mind, I was the biggest loser. Check. I'll make it a point to exploit you for your upcoming birthday, Doug.
Love!

So I have this whole weekend ahead of me and nothing to do with it. I'm trying to keep myself away from getting bored because that leads to bad things for me. I put up some shelves for my shoes and organized my plethora of purses on a hatrack that I aquired at my last residence. So now all I need is some hot pink paint and a full length mirror and I'll have my little room all finished. That'll be a nice little project for the weekend.
I'm working on myself a little too-- trying to work out a bit and get myself in better shape; I've been trying some new things with my hair, I need new hair! ...and I've been going tanning with my mom. I'm kind of trying to pretty myself up so I can completely regain my post-John confidence.
Right now I'm waiting for my mom to show up so we can hit Hollywood Tans. She's already been here twice today and this will be the third time (a bit crazy). She's been doing a number getting me worked up lately, as anyone who I've spoken to or seen this past week knows. Ugh, I'm tired of it! I voiced my concern about my rent at the end of the month to her, she told me not to worry, then she got home and called me and said I'd better call my landlord. She said she wants me to now not only go to a detox, but at the end of the month she wants me to move into a halfway house. Insane! I'm not sure what I'm even detoxing off of. Well, she's here!

...does anybody else stay awake late enough to see this insane shit they try to sell you on television? Now they've got some sort of little fella you're supposed to pick up if you want to "shape your breast muscles." It's effin disgusting. It shows girls using this piece of shit and their "breast muscles" are moving up and down and left and right. Not the hot way, like the weird way like when a guy makes his titties flex. eee...
And while I'm on the subject, these MTV shows are so staged out and scripted.. like Next. They give the "contestants" those lame ass lines.. these shows are just lame0r. When it comes down to it, I think I'd rather just stick to the breast muscles commercial.
I'm still awake and I have to wake up really early today for work. Aweh snap. I hate these nights. Guess I should've thought twice about taking some of those bitchin' pm pain relief meds. Think maybe I'll pick up some of those Jessica Simpson/Ken Paves hair extensions. Random thought.

Things I like right now: Kim Kardashian, purty hair. Avoiding fights with my mom that seem inevitable.
Sometimes I don't think she really cares about me as much as she'd like to have a conflict. I feel like she's always mad at me and I feel like I never can do enough to make her happy. No matter how hard I work or how hard I try, she isn't supportive nor does she give any credit where it's due. You don't get credit for progress, you only get a little for full-blown success, and that's only if you waaay outdo yourself. I've tried time and time again to trust her with information that I want nobody else to know, and she always swears up and down that she won't tell anybody, and by the next day everybody knows, including, but not limitied to (and this isn't a joke or an exaggeration) cashiers at Redner's, telemarketers for Ursinus College, my mom's coworkers at her office, my sister and all her coworkers, the lady at the Chinese restaurant, a cab driver, and my friends' numbers that she pulls off of my cell phone bill. Am I justified to get really annoyed by this?

Well, I really don't want to have 930485 journal entries blemishing the delicate balance of my gorgeous myspace (does that make sense?) so I've decided to start up one of these babies to post some thoughts, when and if I ever have any. So here they are:
Thought #1. I'm so sick of hearing/thinking about effin' JOHN. I just want to forget that I ever knew him, I want to forget he was ever a part of my life, and I want to completely rid myself of any thought or chance that he'd ever be a part of it again. I would never let him back into my life, let alone my home. As of now, I'm almost completely convinced that the only thing he wants is to come back for a home (free!), rides (free!), money (free!)... you get the picture. Then when he finally has me cleared out, the idea is to rob as much as he can, as quickly as he can, either while I'm inside the courthouse paying off his fines, or while I'm asleep. Grab anything, even clothes (especially if the receipt is lying around) because they can be turned into cash, even if it's $5. That may not seem like a lot of money to somebody, but for the person that stole your shit, any money is free money, and just because you spend $500 on something, that couple bucks in the thief's pocket is a couple bucks more than they had before, so it's justifiably a job well done! If you think this kind of lifestyle is pathetic, imagine doing this for ten years, and counting! ...screwing over, lying to, robbing, people who support you, give you everything, are willing to, and do anything for you. Well this is where this lifestyle got him-- years in prison, his family and friends all want nothing to do with him. They refuse to even recognize his name or have any communication with him. John sent me a letter sometime last week, and he said that he's going to try to talk to his family, and if they won't have him, when the time comes when he's clean and doing well for himself (like that'll ever really happen), he'll "just say FUCK YOU!" His family has taken him back and given him so many chances, and so much money in the past TEN YEARS, and he thinks he reserves the right to tell them he wants them to do it again or else. Who in the hell does he think he is? He doesn't think he needs to prove himself, show them he's changed... he doesn't have to do anything except give them the word that after years of only calling them when he needed drug money (that he'd lie and say was for bills, car trouble, any kind of bullshit you can possibly dream up), or when he needed anything else, then take off for months without any contact with them to hide out in Philadelphia and shoot up, that he can just say, "Ok, I'm back now!" ...and they aren't supposed to think he's calling because he needs something, as he has done for the past ten years. What a stand-up kind of guy! I guess anyone whose path he crosses should be honored to be in the presence of such a "man." When he would be getting ready to go into a shopping mall to steal clothes for drug money, he'd always say, "I'm gonna rob these pussies." Yeah, robbing hard-working people... they're the pussies. Ugh. Disgusting.
So I walked to Subway with Jeremy, his girlfriend, Joey, and his brother. Found the walk really isn't that bad, and meatballs and black olives are freakin' amazing! I've been having a great week so far. A few things happened that got me down for a little, but I'll get on my feet again. It usually always works out quite well. Not only that, but I heard from an old friend, Justine. She and I are going to hopefully get together tomorrow and kick it for a few days. I cannot wait!!!