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Grr Ebay! Grr Ebay! Someone needs to bid higher than me in like... an hour. Stupid stupid ebay! I put in a bid on one of the iPods this morning, and something went wrong with AOL so it put in like, three consecutive bids, each ten dollars higher than the other! So I have to hope somene bids more than 162.50 on this one iPod, and time is running out... I can't afford 162 dollars! And stupid Ebay has stupid rules that won't let me retract the bid! Gah! And now I just have to sit here and keep watching and hoping that someone comes along and wants it.. grr!
I do believe that the whole world of internet auctioning is far too fast-paced for me. That was a horrible 2 hours and 38 minutes between when that bid accidentally went through and the last minute and thirty seconds of the auction when people finally outbid me. Evil evil horrible stress! But now I can breathe my sigh of relief, and get ready to go to work in two hours. I think I'll be sticking to small small purchases for now, at least until I'm more certain of my finances. Heh, I already had plans to sell my guitar if it went through, since there was no way to cancel the bid. Stupid stupid Ebay!
Well, I think I'll go back to eating my stir fry with chopsticks now... as soon as my hands stop shaking. Gosh-darn the internet!!
I think if I get any money for my birthday, I'm going to get a paid account, so I can feel like I am somehow better than the people that don't pay. OK, so I feel like I should be paying for using this all the time, and I also want to be able to add more feeds, and have more userpictures, and generally be more spoiled than everyone else. And it's only like, 2 dollars a month.
Well, I think I'll go back to eating my stir fry with chopsticks now... as soon as my hands stop shaking. Gosh-darn the internet!!
I think if I get any money for my birthday, I'm going to get a paid account, so I can feel like I am somehow better than the people that don't pay. OK, so I feel like I should be paying for using this all the time, and I also want to be able to add more feeds, and have more userpictures, and generally be more spoiled than everyone else. And it's only like, 2 dollars a month.
(Today at work was the sort of day that just requires moving myself completely out of the situation and just.. writing it down. I swear, they had some sort of invisible subliminal sign that said "Weirdos! Get in this line!" So, unexpectedly this will be the first story-form entry. It'll be shaky, because I SUCK and all that other stuff. And it'll be sarcastic to cover up the fact that I suck.)
Villy Ippo (that's me!) stood behind the concession stand, as usual. Her mood was unusually light, considering she was at work. Again. She'd already waited on a few (confused) customers, even though it was at least an hour before the next movie started, but they had been nice. Which was unusual in itself. Then it got weirder. About an hour later, a group of five boys came in (not unusual) and started flirting with poor disoriented and tired Villy (unusual, as they were not middle-aged black men). They looked to be about fourteen, and their version of flirting invoved asking questions like "What's in the combo again?" and "Could you name all the drinks again?" and "Did you spit in this?" They came back at least three times that night, asking the same questions. But at this point that is irrelevant. What really, really confused and amused Villy was the group of three ladies that came in around 9:30. They were a little loud, and before they came to the counter, she could hear little bits of their conversation. The first one that actually made her pay attention was "Well, really you should use a cucumber, because they're smaller." Villy was confused, and hoped that they were perhaps gardeners of some sort. They started ordering, and as she was getting the food, she heard "Well, men can do it much easier for free." Villy was scared, and hoped that they were perhaps talking about some advantages to being members of the men's garden club. The next word sounded suspiciously like "Dildos." Villy blocked this out and tried to finish the order, when the shortest lady said "I don't know, I still think bananas are your friends!" Villy started snickering, and the ladies said "Hey, you're too young to be hearing this!" This cemented it. The ladies (that I will now call Polly, Betty, and Pam because they seem like amusing characters to have around for later) were gardeners. Exotic gardeners. No doubt about it at all. Villy gave them their change, said the obligatory "Enjoy your show!" and walked as quickly as possible down to the other side of the concession stand where she pretended to clean until she could stop laughing.
Villy Ippo (that's me!) stood behind the concession stand, as usual. Her mood was unusually light, considering she was at work. Again. She'd already waited on a few (confused) customers, even though it was at least an hour before the next movie started, but they had been nice. Which was unusual in itself. Then it got weirder. About an hour later, a group of five boys came in (not unusual) and started flirting with poor disoriented and tired Villy (unusual, as they were not middle-aged black men). They looked to be about fourteen, and their version of flirting invoved asking questions like "What's in the combo again?" and "Could you name all the drinks again?" and "Did you spit in this?" They came back at least three times that night, asking the same questions. But at this point that is irrelevant. What really, really confused and amused Villy was the group of three ladies that came in around 9:30. They were a little loud, and before they came to the counter, she could hear little bits of their conversation. The first one that actually made her pay attention was "Well, really you should use a cucumber, because they're smaller." Villy was confused, and hoped that they were perhaps gardeners of some sort. They started ordering, and as she was getting the food, she heard "Well, men can do it much easier for free." Villy was scared, and hoped that they were perhaps talking about some advantages to being members of the men's garden club. The next word sounded suspiciously like "Dildos." Villy blocked this out and tried to finish the order, when the shortest lady said "I don't know, I still think bananas are your friends!" Villy started snickering, and the ladies said "Hey, you're too young to be hearing this!" This cemented it. The ladies (that I will now call Polly, Betty, and Pam because they seem like amusing characters to have around for later) were gardeners. Exotic gardeners. No doubt about it at all. Villy gave them their change, said the obligatory "Enjoy your show!" and walked as quickly as possible down to the other side of the concession stand where she pretended to clean until she could stop laughing.
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