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[09 Sep 2004|03:37pm] |
I don't know how to tell you guys this, but I've abandoned ship as far as this livejournal is conerned.
All I can say is watch out for lolita_bandita, aye yi yi, yi yi.
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[25 Aug 2004|09:59am] |
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My older brother & his girlfriend are here. They are so cute! One of them is reading A Confederacy of Dunces(I think that's Carrie) & the other is reading American Splendor(I think comics are more Zephyr's speed). We all went out for dinner last night, & my mom had two glasses of wine & started telling stories. Apparently, my dad & Zephyr went out to the desert after the first Michael Jackson pedophilia scandal & shot up Zephyr's copy of Thriller. There's something really heartwarming about that story, a couple of guys going out to the desert to shoot up Thriller. I think it's about America coming together.
School is awesome. I am kicking so much ass already, & we've only just begun.
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[20 Aug 2004|08:59am] |
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50 points to anyone who can tell me why my legs, stomach & arms are all scratched up.
50 more points if they keep it on the downlow if it's really embarassing.
50 points to me if I make you swear not to tell & then post it in my livejournal.
Last night was Sean's last night in town. He will be missed, but his girlfriend is totally cool, so I don't worry about him running into trouble leaving the country & moving to Texas.
I get to work the much coveted Allen's Pizza Friday double shift. I know you're all way jealous. My head hurts like a beotch, & newsflash: BEOTCHES HURT
I found out that my cellphone has a function that tells me how to convert set amounts of money to other forms of currency based on the rate of exchange. My questions about kisses remain unanswered.
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[30 Jul 2004|12:39pm] |
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I return to the internet, as I am again sufficiently bored.
Yesterday Teresa & I went to Mexico. We were told that kisses could be accepted in lieu of US currency. I didn't want to ask, but I'm curious what the rate of exchange of kisses to US dollars is. I'm sure it varies from person to person & is entirely subjective, & at any rate, I am certain it would take me atleast two hours to pay for a pack of gum. For this reason, I have decided kisses are not acceptable currency.
The day before yesterday I ate a burrito.
Today, Rocky Horror? Rock & roll? Rocky road? Rocks?
PS Who wants to see Napoleon Dynamite again just for the sweet new scene? I do!
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[16 Jul 2004|12:40pm] |
I bought my fall classes today. It was completely & totally depressing. I'm sure that I'll grow to like them, but summer is so fleeting I want to cry.
PS It's almost one o'clock & I'm still in my pyjamas. I watched Comedy Central all morning & drank a Dr. Pepper for breakfast. Truly the breakfast of champions.
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[14 Jul 2004|10:43am] |
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Last nite, I learned how to close out both of the cash registers & the credit card machines. I also learned that I am now entitled to all the free food & drink I want, so Gabe & I drank Allen's fancy cream soda & talked trash. I'm kind of nervous about eventually having to be a real manager by myself, but I think I'll kick ass at it, & even if I don't, I can still have a cream soda.
Then, the necrophile gave me a ridiculous amount of alcohol, which I have hidden ever so cleverly in my picnic basket, & instructions on how to make said alcohol into apple martinis. One might ask, why the hell did he do that? I have no idea, but party party party.
Then, I got up this morning to find the Orkin man at my door & an Allen's flyer with coupons for the motherfucking family feast hanging from my doorknob. I took the flyer into my house & ripped it into little pieces & threw them in the air while spinning in a circle. Then I had to clean it up, so I did. The best part is, the Orkin man totally didn't see me.
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[12 Jul 2004|08:46am] |
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I am now the only Allen's New York Pizza manager with a full, lustrous, vibrant head of hair & double x chromasomes. Congratulate my ass. I train on Tuesday.
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[09 Jul 2004|08:48pm] |
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Mr. Allen & Allenito (that's Baby Allen in Spanglish) decided to give me $50 for having an idea & telling them about it. Oh snap. Now I have $50 when I want for nothing. I'm not complaining of course, but I want to spend it on something for me, because I earned it & I'm selfish, but I don't actually want anything at all. There goes the selfish plan. What is a girl to do?
I went to the beach today & lost my driver's liscense & debit card. Atleast, that's what I thought happened. They just lodged themselves so firmly in a book in my beach bag as to escape detection until I had been all over town & back & was about as frantic as I get. Afterwards, I felt pretty stupid. I don't know why I'm telling the internet this as it is decidedly embarassing. Man, now I feel even dumber.
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[06 Jul 2004|11:08am] |
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Apparently, I was the manager yesterday, for all of my 8 hour shift. The thing is, nobody really bothered to tell me so until like 3:30. That kind of stressed me out, because then I had very little time & very little assistance to make the place presentable, but I pulled it together by bossing the new kids around & not taking no shit from nobody(translation: I took shit from everybody). But it seems to me, if you run a business & you plan to leave an 18 year old girl in charge of it for the day, you ought to tell the girl. Also, you really ought to give that girl a raise. For serious.
I saw Napoleon Dynamite last night. It was awesome. I'm so glad that my little brother saw that movie too, because it's such a Rusty movie. You guys have to see it, cloud of sparkles be damned.
Also last night, I finished reading Mansfield Park, which bummed me out & started reading Northanger Abbey, which has uplifted my spirits inestimably. It is the summer of Jane Austen. I am so rock & roll.
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[02 Jul 2004|02:35pm] |
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No news on my managerial status. If BabyAllen was just jerking my chain so I'd be nicer to him, he is so dead.
You are all cordially invited to my house on Sunday night for a game of Bloody Revolution. Wear camoflauge & trust no one.
I have to work tonite. I don't dread it, I'm not looking forward to it, it simply is. I need to find time to nag BabyAllen & remind him that I could kick his ass without even really trying. Thanks to his crazy raw food vegan crash dieting, I totally outweigh him, & I don't have that advantage over too many grown men. It is also important for me to make a few well-placed remarks in a brilliantly passive-agressive fashion to make certain that certain individuals come to an understanding of my feelings as regards their person.
Then, I totally need to get groceries.
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[30 Jun 2004|09:06am] |
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It is really fortunate for everyone working the night shift last night that Allen never watches the surveilance tape. We stole, we goofed off, we had fits of hysterical laughter, we pretended to be walking on the moon, we did everything wrong.
But guess what! While I was cleaning up some ridiculous mess I'd made & denying any knowledge of how it got there, BabyAllen asked me how I would like being a manager. I told him I would like it just fine & he said he'd talk to Mr. Allen about it. I saw him talking on the phone a whole bunch & then he double checked with me which nights I need off for Ballet. Then I overheard him asking Gabe if he would mind managing Monday instead of Tuesday. But then he didn't talk to me about it, so maybe that's all unrelated. The point is, I might get to be ManagerMegan for like, one night a week, & I think that involves getting a raise. Oh SNAP.
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[27 Jun 2004|06:22pm] |
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You can tell it's a good Sunday when you're drunk in your elementary school cafeteria at the cool table at midnight to kick off the day. It's even better when you wake up on your couch at six in the morning & for some reason the tv is on & that old man in Gigi is singing to you that he's glad he's not young anymore. Things get better still when you crawl into your own bed & sleep until eleven, & upon rising your mom is making blueberry pancakes & coffee & you eat it on the patio. It's awesome to follow that with a trip to the beach & a burrito with bananas in it, & then to lay in bed reading Glamour & rotting both your brains & your teeth. What's next? Rock & roll, perhaps a bit of stalking, & shaking sand out of things which need sand to be shaken from them, notably my sneakers, my bedsheets & my sunglasses. My day off is reversing the robotic transformation process. I am Meg, not Machine.
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[26 Jun 2004|04:36pm] |
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Mystery bruises are up 15% from last weekend, & in addition to that, I have 1 mystery blister & 2 burns that I actually remember getting. I thought you guys might like to know that I'm still human, & if mysterious things hit my skin, I still bleed internally. Yet, increasingly, I am forced to wonder, Meg or Machine? It seems like everyone else in town is having a fantastic time & I'm not. I'm just slowly but surely turning into a robot.
Next week, I am working much much less. It shall be good. In fact, Allen's is closed 4th of July. We should have rock & roll fun.
In other news, things that were once all fun & games are now no fun & all games. That's not cool.
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[23 Jun 2004|08:45pm] |
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I am the most awesomely bad ballerina ever. Teresa is second to me. We are trashy divas.
I carry excessive guilt on my shoulders for what I'm doing to my car by not fixing it immediately, but I don't have enough hours in the day. If anyone knows how to obtain more hours, by any method short of early-rising, let me know.
I told the witchdoctor I was in love with you.
& then the witchdoctor, he told me what to do.
He said,"Join the Girl Scouts."
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[22 Jun 2004|03:22pm] |
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I finally went ahead & cut my hair all off again. It feels wonderful.
In other news, 9 out of 10 doctors recommend rock & roll to raise your spirits. 1 out of 10 doctors recommend getting a ticket from the MiraCostaCops for parking without a sticker. I recommend paying the fine from such a ticket within 21 days to avoid further fees. Those dirty, cock-sucking bastards.
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[21 Jun 2004|10:14am] |
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ALIVE.
Last night was the slowest night in Allen's history. Noel & the 14 year old went through Allen's desk & tried to sniff his glue. I stole a brownie & I ate it. Ryan tried to chat & I was cold like ice water. Noel prank-called the Necrophile(who was towards the front of the store) from Allen's desk in the back. Drunk Manager Rob was quite tipsy indeed & made a pizza for the house with a truly obscene amount of garlic on it, & the entirity of it was bought about two hours later by a really really old lady.
Then, Kate & Charlie hunted me down & waited for me in the parking lot. They needed me around so they could not have sex. It sounds crazy which is how you know it's true. We went to the movies & watched Dodgeball. Oh how we laughed.
I suck. My dad's birthday was Friday & Father's Day was yesterday, & I have done nothing about it. To be fair, I'm not supposed to drive my car anyplace, but I think I'm just using that as an excuse. I don't know what to get for my dad, & it's much much worse now that I'm late.
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[20 Jun 2004|12:16pm] |
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My goodness, I feel so good this morning. I think it's because I slept for 10 hours & then filled myself with coffee. I feel like taking on the world. I feel like SuperMeg. Almost super enough to take off the glasses, but not quite.
My work schedule has yet to kill me, & I have rearranged next week's schedule, rendering it powerless to harm the pizza-making powerhouse that is Meg.
The only current threat on my life is the state of my brakes. I finally turned down my stereo enough to hear them, & sure enough, they squeak & rumble in the most alarming fashion. The rumbling is more of a physical sensation than a sound & is similar to a growl, as if my car were imitating the growl of some wild beast. Apparently, every Allen's driver & their mama know how to fix their own brakes, so I figure I can lasso one of them & get them to teach me how & then I can do it myself & it'll be one less time I have to talk to my mechanic. I really don't like talking to my mechanic.
I just feel so irrationally good, I can't be too concerned about anything.
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[17 Jun 2004|08:50pm] |
Allow me to add a brief statement on recent activities of my 13-year-old brother.
He has taken to watching nothing but Lord of the Rings instead of Star Trek, but I believe still with the aim of making his eyes fall out. He is utterly incapable of making his own Easy-Mac & can barely eat it himself without assistance & constant supervision. He put a pillow over his head, wrapped himself in a sleeping bag & asked that all hail him as Lord Ridiculous & quiver before his completely useless presence. Truer words ne'er were spoke.
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[17 Jun 2004|08:36pm] |
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Goodness.
Allen is definately trying to kill me. Double shift Tuesday. Morning shift today. Doubles Friday & Saturday. Ridiculous 3:00 until whenever shift Sunday. What puzzles me is this. Allen knows this workload alone will not kill me, as I have survived similar in the past. He must have some sort of plan worked out, sabotage perhaps. Perhaps a well timed slip with a knife. Perhaps a shove into the oven. Perhaps arsenic in my salad. Constant vigilance, friends.
I skipped ballet tonite as I am much too sore from last nite & by far too menstrual. I plan to sit around & eat Reese's cups, & truly, what could be better?
My mechanic tells me my brakes are terrible, but I'm waiting to fix them until next week because I really don't have time until then. They made it sound really urgent & frightening, probably because it's their job, but probably also because it is somewhat urgent. Whatever the case may be, it makes me very nervous.
In other news, a recent study has found that I am so mean, it could blow your spleen. I'm so mean, I'll turn you green.
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[13 Jun 2004|07:34pm] |
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When does my house stop sucking?
My little brother & his friend were here playing video games all afternoon, so I went to hide in my room. I tired of being cooped up like an animal, so I went out, got the new PJ Harvey & washed my car. Upon my return, I went back to my room & opened the window to sit quietly & reflect, perhaps to write in my serious journal. All of a sudden, I heard a sound. It was the sound of the people down the hill from me having a party, to quote my mom, "like it is 1999". How passé. They either have a cover band with an endless succession of terrible singers or a karaoke machine. I can't decide which is worse.
My mom ordered pizza from Allen's & offered it to me, but I was not hungry, & I turned up my nose at it. Now, I crawled out of my room on my belly, starved & frightened, & the pizza is gone. The house is apparently empty, but the video games are on. Noise noise noise. Karaoke for sure.
I want to make rock & roll to drown the noise.
In other news, my odometer was all 3's last night for about five seconds.
Today has been my laziest day ever.
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