ARGH!!

SO I was working on the Lanai yesterday and suddenly I realized I live less than a mile away from the ocean and have not been there since early August. Why do I have no time for anything anymore??

Joke

Q: Who's the opposite of Christopher Reeves?





A: Christopher Walkin

Sad Day

The good news is I have enough money to come home. The bad news is I can't get the time off (from either job, they both have blackouts in Dec) to come home. It seems as if this will be the first X-mas without TN friends, family, or cold weather. Don't worry though, I will be asking tomorrow for summer off (all of it), and I would welcome any visitors at anytime. Also, I won't be spending it alone. Kristen (my roommate for those who don't know) also can't get off work for X-mas, so we are going to decorate a tree and do Christmasy things together. And get VERY VERY drunk (another traditional X-mas activity in our family).
Love and Kisses
George

Sad Day

During our five minute meeting at Bubbas the other day, we were told that the corporation has put up something like $100,000 for the other Bubbas in New Orleans. Employees are supposed to give money and raise money from customers to match. As of then, only 23 of 124 employees had been found. Now the number is half, but most of them have no possesions and we still have of 60 missing. So sad.

Who Is, Who Isn't?

Is a Super Good Friend's (who is a guy) roommate (also a guy) off limits? I mean on a weirdness scale 1-10 (1 being minimum awkward breaks in conversation and 10 being never being able to meet each other's eyes, no phone calls, and the end of quality hang out time) how wierd would a guy go in that situation? I'd be stoked if one of my guy friend's started dating one of my roommates, but guys are always the ones starting drama.

Holy Moly!

So my fellow O-chem students and I were talking and we came up with a question... Is it true you have to get at least a B in O-chem to get into Med School? I'm gunning for an A anyways because of my scholarship, but the added pressure is kind of eesh!

And how do I have two jobs and still not make enough to cover my bills and eat? I can do one or the other, but not both. I get free super-good meal at Hiroshi's, but since I stopped working there four times a week, I've lost weight, and not in a healthy "I've been working out way; gee, don't I look buff?".

My Piece of Flare

I didn't quit my old job. I simply have them make my schedual around my other scheduals and I still get my employee discount.

You know ChaChis in Officie Space and how it grates on Jennifer Anniston? That's how I feel. One of the managers actually said "we need to break you out of this shell you've created around yourself." I feel that the customers like me and that's all that matters....right?

Why I'm Not Upset Anymore

I'm not upset at the stupid ass credit collector guy trying to get me to pay a bill that wasn't mine by yelling at me until I have to tell him to "Stop yelling at me!" anymore because he lives in a SARS and water-borne disease ridden part India in a one bedroom with 12 other relatives with no girlfriend or a wife he was married to when he was 15 and doesn't love and can't get any from because he lives in a one bedroom with 12 other people in dirty, nasty, SARS infested India. I live in Hawaii in an apartment with my own room where I can get laid whenever I want and can drink the water without boiling it. Plus I'm filing a complaint. That makes me happy too.

Wardrobe Malfunction

Ususally these come in the form of busted straps, but this time it was different. I went to a club with the girls only yo have my pant zipper break and then my seam split all the way down to my crotch. Luckily my shirt was long enough to cover the mishap, but I couldn't sit, dance or do anything like that. What a downer on the entire night.

The Jorb

I got a new job at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. I'm a server there and my first day is on Sunday. Now I just have to quit my old one.

Back in Hawaii

I'm BAAAAACK! I got back to the big H-I Wed. night. I got back to find two people have been living in my living room. I knew about one of them, and I'm cool with her. In fact, she might move in with the two of us. The other one was someone who was an overnight guest of Kristen's one night and just stayed. Way. past. his. welcome. I'm giving him until this Wed. before I give him the "you are in my space, get out" talk. I also came bakc to find work "replaced" me while I was away, and they will call when they need me (code:we'll call you when somebody quits). Whatever. They didn't pay for poo anyways. Also ex-roommate still owes me $200 for the last month of rent on our apt. Ahhhh, to be back. On a positive not, my tan is coming back and we met some of our neighbors. Additionally, the community rules have changed and we are allowed to grill on out lanai now, but it's only propane or gas grill. Fire Marshal says "NO CHARCOAL!". I don't care, bring on the burgers!!

Stalker Update

After getting totally grilled by the shop on who I was (apparently he has real stalker who follows him and once said "if I can't have you I'll kill myself" to which he replied "do you need something to help you do it?") I got through to this crazy kid. He was, to say the least, very excited to hear from me. He kept telling all hi coworkers to shut up because I'm someone he hasn't talked to in yonks. The were all very understanding and kept turning up loud music and making lewd comments into the telephone. Fabulous. I suggest everybody tries to suprise an old friend. The expressions they let loose are more than enough to entertain.

My Stalker Tendencies

The other day I was talking to a good friend of mine when we got onthe topic of or past relationships; who sucked giant donkey dongs, and who was actuallt good to us until the point of us cutting the relationship off. Two of the three of mine were accounted for. One's married to somebody everybody hates and all his friends say they liked me 50x better. RS and I still talk about once a week. This other one, JP, is still out in the wind. He was all ready to move to Hawaii last Jan. for me, but I told him not to because it would be a bad, bad, bad idea. He stoped talking to me and he has moved and gotten a new email address. I wanted to track him down and touch base with him because I have a problem sayng hasta la vista permanente to good people. This is how I tracked him down in slightly stalker terms.
1. Develop a plan. Sounds stupid, but mine was track him down through his profesion. He's a tattoo artist and they actually are relatively easy to find if you know how to look. I was going to google him, but if that didn't work I would call his old shop and find out where he was.
2. Google. The most underestimated way to start a stalk.
3. Find an article with his name and shop and profession.
4. This particular article was from somewhere I didn'texpect him to end up so I REALLY wanted to make sure it was him. Unfortunately the only picture they had of the staff of the shop was their forearms.
5. Think back to the tattoos on his left frearm (he has a pach on his right one with a guitar wrapped around it. The right would have been easy). I vaguely remembered the tattoo but I wanted to make sure it wasn't just wishful thinking on my part.
6. Find a picture of him. This was difficult because my picture box is in KY. Found one, but his arm ended right below his elbow. I ended up matching just a couple lines (with help of the good friend with whom I had the canversation that started this bit of nostalgia) and realized, yeah its him.
7. Tried finding a listing for the shop, but could only find a listing for it's sister shop.
8. Emailed newspaper that ran story for info. Got it.
9. This step is the hardest, haven't done it yet. I've been staring at the phone being to chicken shit to call. I guess after and entire day of looking, I should probably do something.


If becoming a doctor doesn't work, I guess I could always go into being a PI or a professioal stalker.

My Roommate's Boyfriend Is an Ass

He's an ass because...
-He just lays on th couch all day and dominates MY tv remote
-He gets mad at K for playing with her guy friends (mine too, he calls them losers), but it's ok to play with his girl friends.
-Called out place a pig sty because it's cluttered, yet he doesn't take out the trash he generates.
-Left me in another town, at night, without a ride because me haircut took too long when K ASKED him if he wanted to come (she was perfectly capable of driving me)
-This morning I made coffee and he critisized me beause I was putting some of the extra back in the bag (I put too much in)
-Argued with me that Korn was on one cd we were listening to (they had nothign to do with the cd) and then got mad at me when I showed him the cd cover and proved to him they weren't (he likes Good Charlotte and argues with me about a metal cd, idiot). He actually stormed out of the room and stopped talking to me.
-Won't move K's bed down to our apt because he wants her to get a U-Haul which she doesn't have money for when they are perfectly capable of doing it themselves if he helps. She and I moved all of her stuff down already.
-Admits he has a drinking problem, but won't do anything about it.
-He stomped on the air matress I was sleeping on once and laughed.
-Thinks I am unhappy single and tries to hook me up with all his friends which makes me feel uncomfortable.
-Thinks he is SO superior, but is so stupid he didn't know what stem cells were (or the word differentiated when K and I tried to explain stem cells)

He's just a self-centered prick who I just can't stand to be around. I like a whole host of her ex's (actually we both are still friends with all but maybe one of them) but I don't like him. If he doesn't agree with something he calls you an idiot or stupid, and when you talk back and stand up to him, he gets angry. ASSHOLEY-OLI-O!!

My Restaurant...

Likes to ass rape me. I've been working the Japanese side of the restaurant making shit money when I ALWAYS work on the Italian side. They've been giving the private parties on the Italian side to the male food runner who doesn't even know the table numbers in there, doesn't ever work there, and has been working for the company half as long as I have. So while I'm making $20 buncks a night and getting bitched at ALL the time for stupid shit (like being yelled at for not being prepared with steak knives after the party stole all but 10 in the restaurant for their private party I should have been working), he's making upwards of $100 while I am polishing all the silver and carrying up all the dishes. Favoritism much?

I just can't wait until the project is finished. I'm getting them all the way down. 

Excitement?

Today is K's and my hous warming party. I want to show off my cute new (short black w/ bangs) haircut, but I hope everyone gets here early because I have to work. Just so everybody knows, I'll be home June 2 or 3...Just in time for Blue Plum. I am excited. Hope to see you there...

For your viewing pleasure, a picture of my latest body mod (if you look closely you can see where the artist blocked out another artists nape piercing. The piercings are vertical bars which are very straight, but look at a slight angle because I was leaning.



~Is the Picture showing up?

Republican Babe of the Week?

I'm sorry, did anybody else know this existed? FoxNews Anchor Babes won the Republican Babe of the week some time in the past. The Jersey GOP has a Republican Babe of the Week. I'm not sure what kind f message they are trying to send here, but I don't like it. If I vote republican, will I look like these gorgeous women? I want to see the Republican Hot Men for the week.

I mean, if these ladies don't make you want to vote Rpublican, I don't know what will. Maybe if they were naked and nude with no clothes on.

News Hounds

They watch FOX so we don't have to.

MySpace Invasion

It has gotten out of control. I actually had to set up some stupid MySpace account to get in touch with somebody I knew had it. I have this lame ass profile with NO picture NO blog NO anything. I just wanted to send somebody at home a message without worrying about the stupid time difference. I am sick of hearing "Are you on MySpace?" No, I'm not fucking on MySpace. I have better things to do with my time than search online all day for people who live in my area. Sometimes I think I should make that stupid thing look cool so I don't feel left out when people ask me if I am on it or not. I mean realy, what's the point?