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Blast, I hate where this computer is in my house now... everyone can see exactly what you're doing. It's been too long since I've touched anything on my account here (a year and a half, at least) and since my friends have been so evil as to not give me any LiveJournal codes, this will have to suffice.
Every time I sit down to actually write something, I forget what it was that I was going to say, or there is no coherant way for me to put it. So, this will be the warning to disregard anything that doesn't make any sense, because it probably didn't matter too much anyway.
I don't know how much longer I'll be able to put up with my job, but it looks like it'll have to be all summer, because no one else's gonna hire me now since I'll be leaving in the fall anyway. It's a shame I can't ask the managers for at least 6 dollars an hour. There are some people that come in that make things worthwhile, though. There were two little boys that came in last night that were fifty million times more nice to me than any of the adults I've dealt with thus far. One of them even tried to leave me a tip.. I should've just taken it, but we're not allowed and if someone would've found out I probably would've gotten into quite a bit of trouble, and the theatre would've gotten the money. Since they're charging so much for everything (something I get blamed for constantly by the customers... I guess few of them have ever worked a job like mine), I don't think they need the little bit of a tip I would've gotten. I mean.. is 3.75 for a bottle of water anywhere near sane? BAH!! Maybe, once I'm older and I've made my fortune, I'll open my own independent theatre, where I won't charge more than 2 dollars for anything (the cheapest price at the theatre right now). By then, with inflation and all, 2 dollars ought to be quite cheap. Maybe my tiny independent theatre will show a festival of all the dreaded art films my mom is afraid I'll make at college. That seems to be her biggest fear, and I find that rather funny. Though, I can absolutely see myself doing that, and having a ton more fun at it than I probably will with Physics. I'm thinking that I might go back to Chemistry as a possible major, because you get to set more things on fire in those labs. It's an idea I haven't entertained for at least two years, but it's seeming more and more interesting. I understood the math in chemistry more than I did in physics, but both were a bit of a challenge. I'm still not sure yet if the problem was me, or the way I was taught. I guess I'll find out this fall, eh? I've still got a terrible fear of falling into remedial math at the UofC. That would be pretty freaking embarassing. At least I don't have to worry as much about the writing and such, unless it was just some strange fluke that I scored well on the verbal part of the SAT.
Well, that paragraph was particularly long and rambling, wasn't it? It's funny that I keep talking like I'm talking to someone, even though chances are I'm not going to tell many people about this journal-thing. Blogs have become a bit of a taboo or something (I know that isn't quite the right word).. afterall, who really cares about some complete stranger's life? Then there are the bizarre things that people thing they can type in these things because they're all "anonymous" and such. And they don't remember that they've told their friends, and then there's some huge entry on... uncomfortable stuff, to say the least. Blog is such a funny word... hehehe... blog. From this point on, to stop myself from laughing at the word BLOG, I shall refer to it as a journal, or web journal, or just not refer to it at all. Mmmm, I can't wait until I get my laptop. I wish I had more money. And with that, I will conclude my first entry. Nice, eh? ::smiles insanely and falls over::
Every time I sit down to actually write something, I forget what it was that I was going to say, or there is no coherant way for me to put it. So, this will be the warning to disregard anything that doesn't make any sense, because it probably didn't matter too much anyway.
I don't know how much longer I'll be able to put up with my job, but it looks like it'll have to be all summer, because no one else's gonna hire me now since I'll be leaving in the fall anyway. It's a shame I can't ask the managers for at least 6 dollars an hour. There are some people that come in that make things worthwhile, though. There were two little boys that came in last night that were fifty million times more nice to me than any of the adults I've dealt with thus far. One of them even tried to leave me a tip.. I should've just taken it, but we're not allowed and if someone would've found out I probably would've gotten into quite a bit of trouble, and the theatre would've gotten the money. Since they're charging so much for everything (something I get blamed for constantly by the customers... I guess few of them have ever worked a job like mine), I don't think they need the little bit of a tip I would've gotten. I mean.. is 3.75 for a bottle of water anywhere near sane? BAH!! Maybe, once I'm older and I've made my fortune, I'll open my own independent theatre, where I won't charge more than 2 dollars for anything (the cheapest price at the theatre right now). By then, with inflation and all, 2 dollars ought to be quite cheap. Maybe my tiny independent theatre will show a festival of all the dreaded art films my mom is afraid I'll make at college. That seems to be her biggest fear, and I find that rather funny. Though, I can absolutely see myself doing that, and having a ton more fun at it than I probably will with Physics. I'm thinking that I might go back to Chemistry as a possible major, because you get to set more things on fire in those labs. It's an idea I haven't entertained for at least two years, but it's seeming more and more interesting. I understood the math in chemistry more than I did in physics, but both were a bit of a challenge. I'm still not sure yet if the problem was me, or the way I was taught. I guess I'll find out this fall, eh? I've still got a terrible fear of falling into remedial math at the UofC. That would be pretty freaking embarassing. At least I don't have to worry as much about the writing and such, unless it was just some strange fluke that I scored well on the verbal part of the SAT.
Well, that paragraph was particularly long and rambling, wasn't it? It's funny that I keep talking like I'm talking to someone, even though chances are I'm not going to tell many people about this journal-thing. Blogs have become a bit of a taboo or something (I know that isn't quite the right word).. afterall, who really cares about some complete stranger's life? Then there are the bizarre things that people thing they can type in these things because they're all "anonymous" and such. And they don't remember that they've told their friends, and then there's some huge entry on... uncomfortable stuff, to say the least. Blog is such a funny word... hehehe... blog. From this point on, to stop myself from laughing at the word BLOG, I shall refer to it as a journal, or web journal, or just not refer to it at all. Mmmm, I can't wait until I get my laptop. I wish I had more money. And with that, I will conclude my first entry. Nice, eh? ::smiles insanely and falls over::