7.02.2005
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All right. I think I'm done blabbing nonsense and random ass shit. With me?
Aight den.
Shiit. So this is how I spend my late midnight alone hours. Ha. Just got back from seeing "Batman [that's right] Begins." HOLY SHIT. It wasn't as bad as it was presumed to be. When I say presumed, I meant presumed by me, but hey whatever right? I'm always so cynical *rubs hairy chin* Yeah so anyways. It was good. Dark. I like that. It wasn't all honky dory and shit, but the kiss scene I could've lived without. It was too Hollywood for me what with the music, but then again what the hell am I saying, the whole thing was dripping with Hollywood scene. But they did it in a very stylish way, IMO. Tightest inventions, it'd make Michael Keaton just about shed a tear.
*sigh* But anyways, worked a double today for Aritha. I kinda had to beg Kevin to let me off at 6:30 instead of an hour later, trading shifts for trays. Haha, when I say beg, I meant threaten. :) No, I just came in the back storage room with him and put my Miriam face on. That face is scary. "Kevin, could I ask you for a BIG favor?" And I mean big. Not.
"Oh, so now you're being nice to me now just because you want something from me?" He gives me the eyebrow raise and a smirk. How annoying he can be, you have no idea.
"Well...yes. BUT...might I say that's a really nice haircut," commenting on his mop chop. Ah the season of summer.
"Let me guess...you want to get off at 6:30 right?" He does this cocky smile of his as he brushes past me, making me having to walk after him.
"Well yeah, you're right."
"Because you worked a double?"
"No, I could care less about that, I work doubles all the time," I say dismissively and he just shakes his head.
"Ah, haha, uh, no, I would have to say no on that one." I think I made a smart-ass comment about something to which I'm not quite sure about. That's the reason for this retort.
"Please Kevin, I'm begging you! I have this rehearsal dinner I have to attend ..." And I made up something even I had trouble lying about. And somehow I ended up leaving at 6:30. But good god though, Kevin would not leave me alone. He's such an awkward kid, being 15 but looking like he's 19. Like I could distinguish the weird ways he's trying not to act, the way he talks, the way he looks at me, I just want to push him out there into the world where he'll learn to mature a little faster. Eh, whatever.
He wouldn't stop whistling and singing and being a total ass, and I just said, "Kevin, I love you like a brother, but please SHUT the fuck up." He just stopped at whatever he was doing and looked at me.
"Now wait, isn't it ROBERTO that you love...like a brother?" And I threw something at him. I think it was a dirty dish rag. Fuck that kid, Jesus. Haha, earlier that day Gary pretended like he was gonna throw an egg at me. I was all, "you wouldn't dare," and he's all, "Oh, you don't think I wouldn't?" I just laughed in his face and went out the door. Next thing I know I'm putting away some dishes and I hear my name called, and I turn and I see this egg flying at me. I step out of the way in time and it just pummels itself on the rubber floormats like white jelly. I was only thankful that shit was hardboiled.
Rosalia keeps going on and on about her husband who hit her and now she has a restraining order on him, but now he's apologized and wants her back and she's having second thoughts. Holy ish, if a guy ever hit me that's like a big fucking red stamp on their forehead that tells me LOSER and to dump his mothafucken ass. Damn.
Tennessee man [haha o man] won't stop with the calls. I really don't know what to do. I need to figure out what to do about it before it gets out of control. :(
I work with Marta and this new kid Gary tomorrow. Or more like today, haha. God, I hope it all goes smoothly. Otherwise good fucken god I'm gonna go insane. Roselle hasn't called me back and SHE'S the one who sent me a text asking to kick it this week, but this week's already over, wtf? Come on people, come thru, COME THRU! ARgh like a pirate.
Also John the cook is SO fucken hilarious. It's weird that our cooks are a little on the strange side. So Kevin asked John what he was doing for the 4th, and he's all, "I don't give a shit." What? hahahaha oh man. That was totally random, especially for John.
I was all, "I bet John's gonna buy a bunch of M80's and make some bottle rockets and cherry bombs and make his own little Civil P-Town War," I pound on the counter and yell, "Let's go blow some shit up!!!!" Oh god, I"m catching it too.
Kev's gonna get his license in a month and now he wants to race his car [dunno what kind it is] against the Acura Integra. Oh my shit, I hope I haven't been mouthing off too much and then get my ass smoked. That would NOT be hilarious.
Besides my "exciting" day, I did get to talk to Shan and Torin. They're the only homies who I don't mind spending minutes on, haha, except maybe for Erin. Mel was telling me when my parents were up here, they were saying one time they were trying to tell me something, about paying some bills and whatever and they said it seemed like I was barely listening, almost like I was dreaming. What? So Mel's telling me that's why I shouldn't go out so much, my head gets lost in certain things that they have trouble finding ways of getting me to do shit I'm supposed to do. Most of the time it's true though, I just work, sleep, go out. Hm.
;it's something sophiscated.
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