Snapshot of my day? Listen to Me vs. the World by the Halo Friendlies.

I'm sick of people being P.O.'d at something and therefore being obnoxious & rude to me. Or maybe they're P.O.'d at me? If they are, maybe they should tell me? I'm not the kind of person that would flip out on them, I'd rather know if I'm doing something wrong so I could fix it (assuming it's a legitimate reason to be so irritated). 

I'm also sick of people whining to me. I'm perfectly happy to listen to your problems. Really. Doesn't bother me. Until you start whining incessantly about every, little thing and getting all b!tchy on me when I offer advice to help fix a problem, or when I don't offer advice at all -depending on how you are feeling at the moment.

Another I Hate Facebook rant:

I hate reading all of my MN friends' facebooks. It makes me feel so alone seeing that they have moved on in their lives, and that I don't understand all (meaning any) of the jokes plastered across their walls.  *sigh*

Oh, if anyone wants to join the world's coolest Facebook group, join "TRUE Harry Potter fans HATE the movies", but be sure to read the description BEFORE joining.

Random

So this is a draft post from before the last one that I never finished, but it basically works now too:

"I am not in the world's best mood today. Hence the change in the blog's colors. Maybe it's the crappy weather.

I'll post about WT some other time, I don't feel like getting my notebook. Ugh, I still have to finish writing sheets this weekend too. Great...

I finally got a facebook this Monday. I'm already regretting it. Why did I not have one previously? I didn't need one, I prefered email, they were pointless, and everyone else had them. All of those things remain true, even after getting one. I only got one to see everyone's pictures form work tour, and maybe reconnect with old friends in Minnesota. It was a bad choice. Picture-wise, I'm just reminded of how un-photogenic I am. Friend-wise? My best friend  is "in a relationship" as of yesterday,"

Alright, so its actually fairly nice out today. I am in a bad mood though. I keep snapping at everyone. 

Before I go on about today, I'm going to finish my train of thought about facebook.  About my best friend being in a relationship: we were always super close, and I love my friend, but she's a super genius. No joke, she's been doing college level math for a year already. But because of that, she's always been ahead of me in everything. Which always got irritating and I ignored it. And then i moved away and it still bugs me that all of my friends up there are ahead of me, because their district is a year ahead. Which, at least, makes me look super smart here. But it's just kind of stirring up old issues that should be left buried, you know? 

Back to today. I slept in, which was great. Since about 12:30 I've been outside painting a trellis, and some giant concrete planters, and then faux painting the planters to look old with my mother and one of my sisters.  It was fun, sort of. The planters look AMAZING. 

But while I was working on the planters, Tiery texted my asking if I wanted to walk to Noodles, & co. I got the text half an hour later, when I finished. I asked her if they had left yet and she said she wasn't going because something came up. I hate it when people give sketchy answers. And Tiery usually says she's babysitting or something (whether it's true or not) so I figured it wasn't true. Not a big deal, really, because I do the same thing if I don't feel like doing something. So I texted her and another friend half an hour later to see if they wanted to come over tonight and watch a movie. Tiery responded, again, that something had come up. Whatever, again, not a big deal. But then I go on facebook, and she had some post about hanging out with Laurey tonight. Really? Could she at least have the decency not to write about it?

I just need to get out of this place. I'm going insane. The people, the drama, the...just everything! This summer will be a blessing, but I'm dying to get to college and be on my own, able to do what I want, and to actually be working towards something, for once! I'm probably building it up to be way better than it is, but i don't care. I'm sick of this place.

Oh, that's another thing. About guys. I wish I could just know, right now, if I'm ever going to fall in love with someone and get married or whatever. Because if that is never going to happen, I could plan my life completely differently. Whatever, I don't feel like getting into it right now.

Another, very random, thing: I'm sick of this whole "it doesn't matter what size you are" crap. Not saying we should bully people because of weight, I have some good friends that have major weight issues, but I still love them. But, first off, this is America, and I unfortunately looks do matter. Secondly, why should we tell obese people, "oh, it's okay to be fat, size doesn't matter!" Reality check: it's not okay to be fat, it's suicide! Maybe if we said (nicely, of course) "It's not okay to be fat, let us help you loose weight" we could actually help people, instead of prolonging this "epidemic" of bad choices!

Lunes

So. Today is Monday. Its not worth writing about anything before 4 today. Or, as a matter of fact, much of the stuff after 4 either. So I won't bother writing about it.

The one thing worth writing about today was work. I worked in the basement, which i love because I get to actually converse with the customers and, usually, put my not-quite-nine-years of Spanish to use. (one second- I need to put on glasses: my contacts are driving me crazy. Ok. So.) Today, around 5:30, I met a really interesting man. He was Mexican (yes, I know for a fact that he was actually from Mexico, I'm NOT being ignorant), older - probably in his fifties, around 5' 6"ish. Spoke pretty good english, but with a heavy but fairly understandable accent (sorry, I love accents)Black hair that hadn't quite yet turned gray, wrinkles. But he still seemed young. This man came down with a peachy-tinted creme jacket and skirt set, size 6. Note: for the dialogue, I'm going to write theater script-style: italics=my comments.  He said (roughly, I don't remember exact words, but its too confusing to write this another way)  standing off to the side, more speaking to himself than me "I'm considering this. I want to get it for my wife I'm not sure he meant wife-I'm thinking I misheard- you'll understand later but I'm not sure if it will fit... now actually talking too me Do you think it would fit? She's about your size, but not so thin thank you for the complement, it brightened my day , and she's more... she has more...  he kind of drifted off I'm assuming he was thinking something about her being wider or more busty- who knows? " --END OF DIALOGUE WEIRD STAGE WRITING-- I tried to answer the best I could but I wasn't quite sure. His description was kind of vague, don't you agree? It wouldn't fit me, because I honestly am skinny - I'm not bragging, it's just a fact. Anyway, he hung it up on the corner of a shelf-so it wouldn't wrinkle- and continued to shop. The man came back up, say, 10 or so minutes later with some stuff to leave on the counter, so he didn't have to carry it around. Among those items was a blue, glass, star of David- shaped candle holder -probably an inch high, 2 or 3 inches across. He set it on the counter, and began explaining (I hadn't asked about the object, i hadn't even noticed it) that he collected candle holders and that he had found many of them in our shop. I've never heard of someone collecting them before, its really a neat/unique (maybe?) idea/hobby. Then he half talked to me/ half talked to himself about the clothes again, mentioning that it cost $18, but it would cost so much more at another store, and it's a skirt and jacket. Then he mentioned osmething about a bag and sontinued shopping again. The third time he came up, about 1 minute later, he brought this bordering-on-tacky gold colored tree, with stars instead of leaves. It was made a wire and a plasticy shiny gold sort of paper(?)ish stuff. It was maye 10" tall, 10x8 wide/long. He made a comment about how much he liked it and set it on the counter and continued shopping. The last time he came up, he asked to see a 50 cent chef's knife in the knife window/ cabinet thing and started putting everything he was getting into a basket to carry upstairs. When he picked up the tree, he made a comment about how much he liked it again, and said he was going to put it on the table in his living room. Then he said (again, roughly) "You know, I am divorced twice. Both times I got very lucky. They were both really delicate-like you. But now I have this girlfriend, and she's white like you. That's why I want to get her this jacket. I want to go home to Mexico, but she say 'I don't speak Spanish'. She want to go to Poland, but I don't speak Polish. That's our only problem. I don't want to spend my whole life here in Chicago. The cold...  Poland is like here. I've lived here 27 year. I want to go home." Then he said a few more things about the outfit, and decided to go ask the people upstairs to see if they would know. And then he left. He was such an amazing guy. The way he spoke- when he said he was going to but the tree on the table, I could see it on  an end table, maybe on a white table cloth, with the light from the candles in his candle holders bouncing off the golden stars, emitting a warm glow... The way he spoke- and the look in his eyes... they looked so sad when he talked about home, and they glowed when talking about his girlfriend... I wish him luck, he seems like a good man.