Wednesday, June 3, 2009

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Three comments is a lot for me. ...And I'm so tired. Argh, Talim, I should've told you on your site in case you don't see this. I work at a closed down auto factory. My job is to clean the whole place so it will sell. It won't sell to anything but a drug lord so they should let me burn it down. I'll even do it for free. And a puffin is an aquatic bird.
Hm, I like Journey, Boston, Cheap Trick, Van Halen (_{^{most old post have me screaming Van Halen}}), Iron Maiden, Def Leppard, Doors, Kansas, Bon Jovi, lots and lots more. I love 80s and 90s rock. Grunge, I love grunge and the early alt. stuff. We played some blackjack today. I kept winning by one and this time it wasn’t even an ace. Only Brandon plays me because Kurt's watched me play for a couple days now and isn't stupid. My sister knows not to play me.
Did you tell me about Butler? I should find her. I want to see these pictures. Yeah, people ask Chris if Batty's spot is a tat. Nope. I assure you that's a real picture. My dolphin title was going to be "Leaping Aquatic Mammal, Batman" but dA wouldn't let me. And last AAAAAHHHHHHH! I hope the EPIC stuff is transferred! I have a lot here if it isn't.

I should stop addressing you people and your comments like that but oh well. I don't care. Find your part and skip the others.

Well, work is terrible but what else is new? My sister had her first day today so I guess that would be new. Only Bobby knows my sister and trying to describe her is impossible. She has this way about her that really makes people wonder what her thought process is. I guess that's the easiest way to explain it. So, I put her with Kurt since they're friends. There was a few awkward minutes when people were trying to decide who would sweep and who would mop. Mopping is the worst because it's oil or grease, and it was on the inside of the assembly line we worked today. The first thing I said was, 'I am not mopping today or I'm gone'. So I automatically was put on sweep. Kurt's strongest so he got mopping. Brandon likes mopping and mopping is hardest, so people weren't sure what to do. I said that my sister was mopping with Kurt. So she mopped and I swept. I found this disgusting area of greasy oily sludge. I skipped it because you can't sweep it. I swept smaller piles like that and my broom started bleeding oil. But after awhile our supervisor got mad, because she does that a lot, so stuck my sister with me. She told my sister to sweep where I swept, so there was nothing there. So she's walking around flinging a broom around her head. After awhile my supervisor came over and by this time my sister had found a squeegee. So I was talking to my supervisor and she has this look on her face like she's never seen anything like what she was seeing before in the world. I look and my sister is trying to squeegee the sludge. My supervisor very slowly looks at me and asks "Did you tell her how we do that?" Very plainly "No." Basically you mop sludge. Brandon got to do that. Kurt said we should tell our supervisor my sister is a little retarded and see what happens with that. Oh, but the funniest thing was as we were leaving I asked my sister if she had her pass card. She said yes so we went to the car. We get there and she needs to get her phone. So as I'm starting the car she comes back and informs me the door is locked. I told her that's why we have pass cards and that you swipe the card to get in. Well, swipe is the general word. Really you just tap it on the pad. But I pull around and she's swiping her card in the side of the door...the door is not the pad. I'm laughing so hard I'm bent over and crying. She finally figures it out and goes it.

Seriously, I hate this job so much I might not go back after our three day weekend. It's not worth the pay, honestly I'd have more fun in New Zealand without money, and you wake up every morning praying that you break your leg getting out of bed.

Enough about that. My sister graduated from high school on Sunday. The boyfriend she surprised us with graduated last night. Now my dad is flipping out that they'll go to the same college and get married. I normally would just stay out of all this. She's 18; I don't have to babysit her. I don't even talk to her. I'm getting dragged into this because my parents never had to go through the whole boyfriend thing with me. Dating is the step before marriage and I wasn't getting married anytime soon at 14-19. But now I have confirmed what I've always known...don't tell them you have a boyfriend and life with them or around them will be easy. I've already flat out told both of them that they'll meet my boyfriend after he's my husband, maybe a few years after. My parents just have that whole "letting go" thing. Very annoying. I'm 21; you lost me almost 11 years ago. Wake up.

And those are my rants. I hate work. I kind of hate my parents. My sister annoys me but is good for laughs. Something else that annoys me, very quickly before I forget, is how no one plays me in blackjack. Kurt and my sister are in their bubble world. They really got on my nerves today. Me and my sister get along, I guess, but I'm a rational realist and she's a childish idealist. She thinks, and Kurt too, that life is what they're doing. To them life is all this party with drunken moments of peeing on peoples' cars and eating insane amounts of nasty foods because you're too wasted to have control of yourself. Brandon's not much better. He hides behind the gay thing. He’s the most awesome person in the world because he’s gay. Gays will rule the world, blah blah blah. I hate to break this to them, but life is not a lucid moment of rainbows and fairies with the resulting hangover. That's trying to run and hide from life. You want a life? Work at one.

All humans are created equal. We are born with the ability to become what we wish. All humans die and we do not die equally. My life as it stands is worth more than the life of the acid tripper rummaging in the garbage. In response, the life of a child is worth more than mine because the child has a broader range to become anything it wishes, to do something great. Immortality is no myth, people just aren't thinking about it correctly. Ludwig von Beethoven is immortal. Julius Caesar is immortal. Lincoln, MLK, Washington, Henry VIII, all of them are long dead but immortal. They did something with their lives. They didn't waste their time hiding in bubbles. Immortality, that's my goal. I do not waste time in bubble life because I enjoy living a real life. Life is my goal. Freedom and immortality.

And what does this have to do with blackjack? Blackjack requires a certain amount of luck but also strategy and probability. Kurt and Brandon tried explaining this to me because I said I like blackjack because the hand is quick. So these teenagers are lecturing me about is. -pause- ... -pause- I know, my brain just goes that fast. No bubble life to mess me up. It's amazing the things a person can do with focus and nerve. Blackjack is like life, bubble people might not hit a twenty but I do if I see an opening. That's why half the time I win by an ace.
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