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I HATE MY COMPUTER!! Stupid freaking thing broke right before I finished typing my entry. I can't remember half of what I typed now, and I don't feel like writing it again. But I suppose I will, just to spite my computer for losing the stupid thing.
So, yeah... what on earth was I talking about?? Oh well, we'll start with what I was going to write next anyway... I had a really weird dream last night... I was at orientation for Chicago, but it was in this giant baseball stadium (I'm pretty sure it was Sky Dome). They had us all sitting there, talking about random stuff, then they said they'd opened the concession stands, so I went down there and tried to share nachos with some girl that looked a lot like someone I work with, but wasn't, and she wouldn't share with me and only took about three chips and a ton of cheese. I don't remember getting anything, but later on I was in this small room with one of my friends and I was trying to hide from one of my old "gifted class" teachers. I could become invisible, and I made my friend invisible too, because she was jealous. I also was going to trade hair with her, but then I realized I didn't know how to do that, and I didn't want to break the spell of being invisible by trying to do something I couldn't. That happens a lot... in my dreams, if I have some sort of strange magical power, my brain eventually becomes subconsciously conscious of it, and tries to force me to limit myself. Other times, though, I actually realize that I'm dreaming, and then I can do anything. One dream where I was standing in my yard with my mom and suddenly I could fly comes to mind. But they never last very long once I've realized that I'm dreaming, which is no fun.
I felt weird all day today.. I think partially because of my weird dream, and also because the theatre was supposed to be "inspected" today. I don't know why I was nervous, though, since the thing happened at about 8 in the morning when only the managers were there anyway. I guess I just get paranoid about things sometimes. It was a terribly, terribly slow day today. So much so that they sent the other guy on concession home at 1:30 or so, and I was the only one there until I left at 6. The only notable thing that happened customer-wise today was the amazing number of people that complained about the lack of normal theatre candy. We've entirely gotten rid of all the traditional stuff... no Rasinettes, no Goobers, no SnoCaps, nothing usual at all! Who comes to the theatre and eats a king-sized Three Musketeers bar during their movie? These are the staples of movie-snacking here! Next thing you know, they'll get rid of the evil burning-oil Steel Bright popcorn! One of the ladies today was so distraught (though not entirely seriously) by the lack of Rasinettes that she actually talked to the manager about it. I really hope she wasn't offended by the fact that I kept snickering at her, but she was laughing too. She was so upset! I miss the Goobers, but not so much that I'd go complain. Of course, the manager was standing right there, so why not, hmm?
I didn't come anywhere close to the alotted number of combos today... I think I sold about 3. But then, it was horribly slow. I did sell a combo to these two little adorable girls and their grandmother (this is not something I'm proud of). The drinks were probably 1/4 of the size of the girls, and they were so proud of them! It was so cute. I can't help it, I think small children are so cute (provided they're not related to me). My strangest order today was cheese on the popcorn... it looked so good, but I was starving because I hadn't had breakfast. I ate the too-old pretzel bites as a snack, but then the evil pretzel-cooking machine bit me with its gigantic dull, yet powerfully hot teeth. I was trying to get the last pretzel bite out of it, and I burned myself all the way from my index finger down to my wrist. It's sort of purple-ish red now, but it doesn't hurt too much unless I touch it, and even then it just stings a bit.
My dad's friends just left. He sat in the living room for about an hour telling his weird stories... He's writing a book of them now, and it's getting rather long. It's been my job to proofread it, what a task that is. He plans on getting it published in order to fund my college education in some way.. there are too many embarassing stories (3 of several hundred) involving me, though. I could just pretend they're my little sister, though, and she can be the one going through many years of therapy. Not that she doesn't have her share of embarassing stories in there. Most of them are bizarre motorcycle stories from the 60s and 70s though, involving the police and drugs, but in funny ways.
If I had any money or free time, and if the time-space continuum bent in such a way that I was closer to San Diego, I would be at ComicCon right now. Just because I'm geeky like that. I could be stalking some nice webtoonists, and perhaps Kevin Smith (I heard a rumour that he would be there). Maybe I shouldn't threaten to stalk people like that. By stalk, I usually mean "stand about ten feet away and wonder if I should come any closer and try to talk," not "follow around incessantly and hound for things" when I'm the one doing the stalking. Even the weirdos that come dressed up as their favourite super heroes would be fun to see. My sister always says I'll end up marrying one of them. I think I'd be more likely to run in the other direction, but if they're not dressed up when you meet them, can you really tell?
I almost bought that laptop again today. It looks like I might have it around the 25th, but by saying that now it automatically renders it completely improbable. I'm not sure if that's really a word, and when I get to the point when I'm using words that I've made up, I think that's the sign that I need to stop typing and go do something else, like try to finish reading The Demon-Haunted World. Funny, when I mentioned that I was going to the UofC at Best Buy, the guy actually knew what it was. It made me feel so much better about things. Actually, the first thing he mentioned was "Oh! That was where Carl Sagan went!" Tom from Best Buy is my new hero.
So, yeah... what on earth was I talking about?? Oh well, we'll start with what I was going to write next anyway... I had a really weird dream last night... I was at orientation for Chicago, but it was in this giant baseball stadium (I'm pretty sure it was Sky Dome). They had us all sitting there, talking about random stuff, then they said they'd opened the concession stands, so I went down there and tried to share nachos with some girl that looked a lot like someone I work with, but wasn't, and she wouldn't share with me and only took about three chips and a ton of cheese. I don't remember getting anything, but later on I was in this small room with one of my friends and I was trying to hide from one of my old "gifted class" teachers. I could become invisible, and I made my friend invisible too, because she was jealous. I also was going to trade hair with her, but then I realized I didn't know how to do that, and I didn't want to break the spell of being invisible by trying to do something I couldn't. That happens a lot... in my dreams, if I have some sort of strange magical power, my brain eventually becomes subconsciously conscious of it, and tries to force me to limit myself. Other times, though, I actually realize that I'm dreaming, and then I can do anything. One dream where I was standing in my yard with my mom and suddenly I could fly comes to mind. But they never last very long once I've realized that I'm dreaming, which is no fun.
I felt weird all day today.. I think partially because of my weird dream, and also because the theatre was supposed to be "inspected" today. I don't know why I was nervous, though, since the thing happened at about 8 in the morning when only the managers were there anyway. I guess I just get paranoid about things sometimes. It was a terribly, terribly slow day today. So much so that they sent the other guy on concession home at 1:30 or so, and I was the only one there until I left at 6. The only notable thing that happened customer-wise today was the amazing number of people that complained about the lack of normal theatre candy. We've entirely gotten rid of all the traditional stuff... no Rasinettes, no Goobers, no SnoCaps, nothing usual at all! Who comes to the theatre and eats a king-sized Three Musketeers bar during their movie? These are the staples of movie-snacking here! Next thing you know, they'll get rid of the evil burning-oil Steel Bright popcorn! One of the ladies today was so distraught (though not entirely seriously) by the lack of Rasinettes that she actually talked to the manager about it. I really hope she wasn't offended by the fact that I kept snickering at her, but she was laughing too. She was so upset! I miss the Goobers, but not so much that I'd go complain. Of course, the manager was standing right there, so why not, hmm?
I didn't come anywhere close to the alotted number of combos today... I think I sold about 3. But then, it was horribly slow. I did sell a combo to these two little adorable girls and their grandmother (this is not something I'm proud of). The drinks were probably 1/4 of the size of the girls, and they were so proud of them! It was so cute. I can't help it, I think small children are so cute (provided they're not related to me). My strangest order today was cheese on the popcorn... it looked so good, but I was starving because I hadn't had breakfast. I ate the too-old pretzel bites as a snack, but then the evil pretzel-cooking machine bit me with its gigantic dull, yet powerfully hot teeth. I was trying to get the last pretzel bite out of it, and I burned myself all the way from my index finger down to my wrist. It's sort of purple-ish red now, but it doesn't hurt too much unless I touch it, and even then it just stings a bit.
My dad's friends just left. He sat in the living room for about an hour telling his weird stories... He's writing a book of them now, and it's getting rather long. It's been my job to proofread it, what a task that is. He plans on getting it published in order to fund my college education in some way.. there are too many embarassing stories (3 of several hundred) involving me, though. I could just pretend they're my little sister, though, and she can be the one going through many years of therapy. Not that she doesn't have her share of embarassing stories in there. Most of them are bizarre motorcycle stories from the 60s and 70s though, involving the police and drugs, but in funny ways.
If I had any money or free time, and if the time-space continuum bent in such a way that I was closer to San Diego, I would be at ComicCon right now. Just because I'm geeky like that. I could be stalking some nice webtoonists, and perhaps Kevin Smith (I heard a rumour that he would be there). Maybe I shouldn't threaten to stalk people like that. By stalk, I usually mean "stand about ten feet away and wonder if I should come any closer and try to talk," not "follow around incessantly and hound for things" when I'm the one doing the stalking. Even the weirdos that come dressed up as their favourite super heroes would be fun to see. My sister always says I'll end up marrying one of them. I think I'd be more likely to run in the other direction, but if they're not dressed up when you meet them, can you really tell?
I almost bought that laptop again today. It looks like I might have it around the 25th, but by saying that now it automatically renders it completely improbable. I'm not sure if that's really a word, and when I get to the point when I'm using words that I've made up, I think that's the sign that I need to stop typing and go do something else, like try to finish reading The Demon-Haunted World. Funny, when I mentioned that I was going to the UofC at Best Buy, the guy actually knew what it was. It made me feel so much better about things. Actually, the first thing he mentioned was "Oh! That was where Carl Sagan went!" Tom from Best Buy is my new hero.
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If you meet Kevin Smith, tell him I say hi. I've developed a non-sexual crush on him the past little while. :)
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If I ever see Kevin Smith on the streets or in the movie theatre, I will be sure to use the phrase "non-sexual crush" in some way. Actually, I think I will use that phrase sometime today. Hehehe.