the music of my heart
2000-08-27 @ 11:39 p.m.
I just finished watching 'Music of the Heart'. It was a very nice movie, although it was extremely slow. I enjoyed it, for a change. It was kind of a nice ending to an extremely horrible and trying day. I went to the mall today to turn in my application, only to get a problem from the girl taking them, because I didn't have enough hours filled out. They didn't want people working just the weekends, and if I did, I would have to have extremely long hours. I had to state on my application that I couldn't exceed sixteen hours for a weekend. As if I have that much time to spare anyway. I don't need the money that bad. I changed the hours that I could work about three times, and then she was finally satisfied. She said to me, "I thought you could work more hours." I said, "Yeah, that's why I refilled them out on the application." Then she went on about how they opened at six for stocking and inventory, blah blah blah. I had just had enough, and wanted to go home. Forget this. I'll get some nice little job in an office filing papers. Never mind wearing a microphone on my head and bringing the size seven pants someone needs to the dressing room at Old Navy. Then Kerri wanted to go shopping and stuff, and I just wanted to go home. I felt so awful today, and I don't know why. Actually, now that I think of it, I do. Which is a good enough excuse for any girl, let me tell you. So, I called my mom to pick us up after trapsing around a million stores, being miserable, to put it basically. Well, mother dear was busy because one of her friends came over, and she could not come out to give us a ride. So Kerri and I took the bus home, and she came home with me. I was a real bitch and a half for the rest of the day. I just sat on my bed staring at the ceiling. After Kerri left, I worked on my work for school, which I am almost finished with, but still not quite finished with.
After the company finally left, my dad decides that he wants to go to Maine to go to the beach. No one is going to get in the car with my father after he's had more than a few drinks. My mom refuses, and so does my sister and I. So, he leaves to go to the beach. Whatever. He'll be back sometime tomorrow, I'm sure. I hate to let him go by himself, but he's a grown man, let him take care of himself. I am not going to endanger myself at all, just for the sake of anything. Today was pretty hectic. I can't describe how it really was, as I am too tired. But read into the little pieces that I've written, and imagine what it would be like if it happened in your house. What I say is kind of bland and doesn't tell the whole story. But trust me, it's not like that in real living color and flesh.
I was watching the credits at the end of the movie, 'cos they have a music video with Gloria Estefan and *Nsync at the end. I got to see my Lance. *drool* I am getting so sick of *Nsync because my sister and Kerri obsess over them all the time, and if I say anything about it, I get dirty looks and pillows thrown at my face. I mean, I like them too, a little bit, but they just take everything overboard. I mean, I hate when people think they are going to marry some movie or music star. Yes, it could happen, as anything is possibly. But, it is very unlikely, and as they often say, you have a snowball's chance in hell. People get so obsessed and think of these people as their own personal possessions. It's sick, really it is. But I like Lance. He's cute. Like I told my mom, I always have a soft spot in my heart for the blonde and blue-eyed ones. *hehe* Nah, just playing. I lurve all the boys. Now I sound like a slut. Almost anyone who reads this knows that I'm not. I'm so silly. ^_____^
Okay, I'm starting to say weird stuff because I'm tired. So I'm going to bed, it's already tomorrow, which makes it really today. Or something.
Ciao.
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