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I will be there at midnight when it comes out. And I will probably cry, hard.

    Rain. Lightening. Thunder. Sirens going off. People getting struck by lightening at Jody's Bakery. Cars floating down Hwy. 49. Almost all of downtown Hattiesburg and USM flooded.

    Its katrina all over again.

I don't know how many of you on my flist knew Jason Weathers or knew of him, but I just found out that he died in the past week. Please keep his family and friends in your thoughts and prayers.

Happy birthday, jarekojosh!!!

This is what I will be waiting for all summer and watching on July 25th.

    Today is Sunday, which is by far the worst day in retail. Why? Because, the day starts off slow and easy, and new comers to the retail game are easily fooled into believing the day will be less stressful and easy. Then, church lets out, and tons of people come streaming in. Today was far worse thanks to the holiday. However, we survived a day of fielding holiday-happy shoppers and callers who kept demanding why we are having shortened hours tomorrow.

    We were all sitting around the customer service desk, goofing off and whatnot while waiting for the manager of the night to finish closing the registers. A woman pulled up in some little sports car, came up to the door, and started yanking on the handle. Upon finding the doors locked, she peered in at us, and started banging on the door. A customer had found a debit card in the parking lot earlier in the day that belonged to a woman, so we thought it might be her. Ben, one of the archery associates, went to the door and opened it about a foot wide, then blocked the door with his body. We only heard bits and pieces, and at some point the manager, Jason, went over there as well. They came back, and it turns out the woman wanted to buy some high end sunglasses. First she begged to be let in to look at them. According to Jason, she said something like, "its memorial day weekend, and I must have some sunglasses." Jason told her that she could just go to walmart and get some, and the woman said it had to be high end sunglasses. He also said she could just come back tomorrow, but she "had to have them today." Then, when Jason said no because all the registers were closed, she asked him if she could pick some out and just give him the money, and he pay for them tomorrow. When he still said no, she turned on the waterworks, because she "just had to have some sunglasses for tomorrow."

    Spoiled much?

    She didn't get her glasses, obviously.

    Today is my birthday. While its been a good birthday, my mind has been weighed down. I went to my parents on Saturday to go out for my birthday dinner at Macks. It was good. When we got back, I sat around the house for awhile with my parents. When I go home, I always pet the cats. While Lucy was her usual self, Dixie wasn't.
   
    Dixie is turning seven this year. She's got white all around her muzzle, and she's starting to act like her joints hurt her on occasion. She's been a predominantly house cat, but she has been given free reign of the outside, and she and Lucy are put out every night. But she's getting old, and you can tell it in the way she acts. I went over to pick her up and cuddle her, and she hissed and growled, so I put her down and left her alone for about ten minutes. When I went back over to her, she was all purrs and sweetness. I understand that cats are temperamental like that, and she has been one of the most temperamental cats I've ever encountered, but it made me wonder if she hurt when she got picked up, because I didn't pick her up when I petted her the second time.

    I guess I'm just realizing that she will likely die within the next five years, and it just feels like it went by so quickly. She was the family cat, unlike Lucy, who is my baby. But Dixie and I have always shared personality traits. Most animals pick up their owner's traits, and Dixie somehow picked mine up out of a family of four, while Lucy picked up the traits I exhibited around her (by the time we got Lucy, I had grown up alot from the time we got Dixie.)

    Sigh. I'm just randomly sad right now I suppose.

    In a week, I turn 23. I don't feel 23; I still feel 18. And then Joe graduates, and the next day he turns 24. We're getting old, and we're growing up. Its strange.

    Anyway, my birthday was supposed to be celebrated on April 24th, at the House of Blues in New Orleans. My Chemical Romance is supposed to be there. However, it appears its sold out. Oh well. I know I'll see them eventually. They've been in my music collection for alot longer than many other bands, and it seems they will reside next to Marilyn Manson, Brooks and Dunn, and Nickelback as long lasting music favorites for me for awhile.

    So, because my birthday plans fell through, my real birthday stuff will be Saturday. I want to go fishing at the hunting club in the morning with daddy (if he doesn't have to work) and then go out to eat with my parents and hopefully Joe that night. I'm swinging between Macks West and Macks on the River. I haven't been to River Macks in a long time, and I kind of miss it. But everyone keeps telling me that Macks West is better, but I don't think I'll like the atmosphere there much. I've never been there, though.

    I love what my gift is going to be. I really can't think of anything I really need or want, so when I decided I liked the way costa del mar sunglasses look, I up and decided that that's what I want. We have this pair at work in the black frame, smokey lens color for $119. With my discount, and the added employee appreciation days discount, they would cost around $80. Joe has agreed to pay half, and my parents are paying half. They are also paying my dinner at wherever I decide to eat at. I'm turning into a prep because of that store.

    Anyway, now I'm going to finish some clothes I have cleaning. I finally broke down and bought some *gasp* shorts!!! I never wear shorts. However, these are Columbia brand cargos, so they at least don't end two inches from the bottom of my butt.

    This just in:

    I just fucking PWNED my Research Methods test! Yayness!!
 

Stand in the Rain
Superchic(k)

She never slows down.
She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down
She won't turn around
The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down

[CHORUS]
So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain

She won't make a sound
Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down
She wants to be found
The only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down.

[CHORUS]
So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain

So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
Stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found

[CHORUS]
So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain

My little sister is getting married. Yep.

    My bank account is seriously depleted. Without going into deep detail, I was stupidly drawn in and signed away 80 dollars on two magazines from one of those sales people who go around apartments selling things. And because I find it hard to say no when people are being pushy, I bought two, and then found that if I had just ordered them myself off the internet, I could have gotten them half off, and the other half I paid the girl was actually money that was going in her pocket. Grrr.

    Yesterday, Joe and I almost got into a massive wreck. We were coming home from the ghetto walmart (49). Joe turned onto the road that runs beside the school and parallel to hwy 49. We stopped at the red light on 4th street. The light turned green for us, and Joe went to turn left onto 4h street, and thus to the apartment. I was staring out my right side window like I always do, even though it makes me car sick, when I saw a car coming rather fast towards the red light. But, I figured, people do that all the time. She'll stop like everyone else. When it became apparent that she wasn't going to stop, I must have uttered something or other, because Joe looked over and nearly stopped he slowed down so fast. She flew by through the red light, honking her horn at us because apparently in her mind it was our fault. The vehicle behind us also honked, at us or her, I have no idea. It seems the only person who didn't honk was Joe. Joe got angry, and it being a two lane road at this point, sped up and flew by her, whipped in front of her, and flipped her off. A few moments later, she turned off into some of the ghetto apartments along 4th street. *evil grin* I know where she lives now, then. If I see her car again, passive aggressiveness will be used, because if she had hit us, I would be the one hurt the most. I like being alive very much, so she will feel my wrath should I ever encounter her.

    Anyway, tomorrow, should Joe decide not to go out and hang with friends, cleaning of the apartment will occur. Since we're going fishing this weekend, and much fish will be caught (hopefully) I intend to have my parents over for a fish fry sometime next week. And I want this apartment clean and orderly by then. We've been living here since August, and there's still boxes everywhere. Granted, a ton of it is from when his mother moved to Arizona in October, and for some reason we're housing stuff, but it could still be organized out of sight if we just put forth the effort, and what better time than spring break?

    And finally, I've not only applied at Wesley, but two other undisclosed places as well, and tomorrow I will be going to a final place to apply. Should I get a job at any place, I will say so here, once the job is assured, but I'm not going to jinx it by listing the place just yet.

    So, off with me now. I have work at 5:30, and I intend to be lazy until such time, and typing is not lazy to me.
 

    Spring break is finally here. Happiness. Joe and I both asked off Friday, Saturday, Sunday of next week to do something, but what I don't know yet. I'm hoping daddy will agree to take us fishing down at the coast, but if not, then Joe and I can go fishing on the hunting club. However, April and Nathan, my little sister and her boyfriend, also want to go fishing, but they want to go Monday and Tuesday. Daddy will not agree to go down there twice in one week just to appease us both.

    BREAKING NEWS: My mother just called while I was writing this blog. My aunt works at Wesley as a nurse practitioner in the ER, and she's been looking for a job for me. She just called my mother and told me to go up there Monday and put in my application right away. O.O It seems my dream of working in a hospital isn't going to die after all.


    Anyway, enough rant. Aside from all that, I was wanting to know if anyone wanted to get together sometime this week to go bowling or hang out this week? Seeing as its spring break and all.
 
    Plus, Joe and I are going to start looking seriously for a new apartment. Paying almost $700 dollars for an apartment that is not nearly worth that much is ridiculous.

    I must go now, to get cleaned up. Sabine, one of the full time customer service associates at Gander, is sick at least once a week, and she chose today to be sick. So that Kristen will not be closing on a Saturday by herself, and because no one else will come in, Daniel asked me to come in if Sabine doesn't show. He failed to remember that I closed by myself last Saturday, and that we knew a day in advance about that, and I still had to close by myself, and I managed to get everything done. Tonight, if I do go in, I will not be very helpful. Perhaps I will make a badge that says, "I was supposed to have tonight off, so I'm not going to be nice and sweet to any customers today, and I'm not doing any work."

Stoled from kiwimunkyluv

Rules:
+ Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
+ Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
+ Post them here for everyone to guess.
+ Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
+ NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions.

    So.
    Gas prices skyrocketed to $3.09. This tells me that gas will be around $4 this summer, and I'm driving a 6 cylinder GMC truck. My gas mileage is maybe 25 mpg in city, kinda sorta if you squint. Its more likely closer to 20. So this means that during the summer, I'll be paying an absurd amount of money on gas. So, I've been looking at cars to trade in. The best deal I've found that I like is a Honda Accord 2006 for $15000. Selling the truck would probably bring in about $7000, so I'm really not looking at too much to pay. But then, something happened.
    I rebooted my lovely little Averatec laptop that I bought in the summer of 2005 on Feb. 22. I've been having such problems with it, I figured it was time to reboot. In the few days since then, it has blue-screen-of-deathed me a least 10 times. Apparently, it is reaching the end of its life. So, it has been deemed my school computer, only to be used for my papers, checking soar and blackboard, basically just school stuff.
    This new laptop that I just bought tonight, though, is my play laptop. It has 3 gigs of ram. Hell yes. That sure beats the crap out of my old laptop's 512mb. And I got it for under a thousand dollars, which is less than I paid for the Averatec. Circuit city, my friends. Circuit city.
    No call from Forrest General yet. However, I just put my application in right before 5pm on Friday, so I'm assuming that yesterday and today they were calling references and whatnot. Tomorrow I shall make an appearance at the Human Resources department before my doctor's appointment, and inquire as to the status of my application. If by the end of the week, no calls have been made to me, I will find the number of the supervisor to Central Transport and call her monday.
 

    Quick update

    Hospital: The reason they never called, even after a man at work told me that he would pass my name to the supervisor of Central Transport, was because the girl behind the glass the day I took my application and resume in didn't file it. The girl today said the last app. they have on record from me was in October. :/ Needless to say, I was very pissed. I redid my app, though, and the girl promised me it would get through this time.

    School: A whole mess of stress.

    Gander: Ditto.

    Exercise: Seriously lacking.

Adieu

    Well, apparently endorphines do work. Yesterday, I went for a ride on the trace not long after Joe left for work. We traded in our cheap blitz bikes a few days ago for some better quality bikes, and I decided it was time to break mine in. I ended up biking all the way to Jackson Station, which is a little less than five miles down the trace from the USM station. So all told, I biked about 9 miles yesterday, with minimal stops. And I forgot my water bottle full of powerade, which is probably why I felt so weak when I got home. However, weak as I was, with much pain in the lower buttocks region, thanks to the hard as rock seat, I felt wonderfully calm and happy. Endorphines must have kicked in. When Joe got home, in his regular bitchy "I just got off work so I can be snappy at you" mood, I didn't retaliate or get angry. This is an interesting development. It tells me I need to exercise more, because apparently I'm a nicer person.

    However, during on my breaks on the way home, I called mother to share in the good news that I was working out. And got yelled at. I understand that there are crazies in the world, but yesterday it would have been very hard for a crazy to attack me. The trace was full of people, because it had been raining that morning, so I was constantly around other people. I told mother, but she insisted that I never ever go on the trace alone again. With the way Joe and my schedules clash, it seems I will never ride on the trace again. However, I could just go buy some mace and continue to carry my knife like always, and I should be relatively protected as long as I don't bike when its obvious the trace will be deserted.

    I'm getting my results back from the practice MCAT sometime today or tomorrow, so assuming my score isn't embarrassingly low, I'll post it here. And I might actually be getting a job at the hospital. I'm trying not to get too hopeful, but I talked to a customer Friday night who is friends with the lady in charge of the Ambassador program. He said they are seriously understaffed, and he got my name and said he'd pass it along to the lady. If I don't get called sometime this week, I'm pretty sure that's a good indication that all my worries revolve around a recommendation from another job *cough* petsmart *cough*. Last time I went into that particular store, the managers avoided me and would not make eye contact. Very suspicious.

    Anyway, I would like to get some reading in before I go to work tonight, so I will end it here.