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mainly posting this for megan...

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 04:56:40 GMT

...as everyone else who sees my myspace knows.

we had to put molly to sleep last thursday.

i am sad.

when the hell was my last post here?

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 18:44:45 GMT

anyways....

i was thinking about how some people do things that change your opinion of them in an instant.

when i was at pac sun one saturday, i got really mad at my manager one day (i don't even remember the context of the argument, just that i got mad). so my shift ended, i said "bye" and walked out extremely pissed off.

my manager lived 2 hours away from the store, but the next day, which was his day off, he came up to the store specifically to talk about what happened, which went for about an hour. so he took 5 hours out of his day off to make sure i was ok.

before this, i thought he was just a hard-ass and a mean workaholic. afterwards, he totally earned my respect, and since that point i've learned more from him than any other manager i've worked for.

i don't like when the opposite happens, however.

just a thought.

What Do You Have To Say? - Do You Believe?

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 22:24:56 GMT

When did you stop believing in Santa Claus and why?

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i was in 2nd grade and i was talking about christmas with my friend jenny. jenny started yelling at me about how "santa's not real!!!", etc. of course i didn't believe her. she told me she'd make her dad tell me he wasn't real too. i forgot about the conversation pretty much as soon as it was over...

that night when i got home from school, i get a phone call from jenny, saying "my dad's right here and he's going to tell you that santa isn't real" and i was extremely confused.

jenny then puts her dad on the phone, who told me that not only is santa not real, but i was dumb for believing in him in the first place. i confirmed all this with my parents....i grew up a lot that day :(

this made me cry. a lot.

Sun, 09 Sep 2007 06:00:05 GMT

"It's daybreak and light begins to filter through the laundry window, revealing the room's contents: a washing machine and dryer, a basin filled with dirty clothes and, on the floor in the corner, a sleeping puppy. She is curled up tightly into a ball of fluff, her small face and snout tucked in under her two front legs. She lies on top of a pastel-pink blanket; newspaper covers the floor around her bedding. The pup looks more like a stuffed toy than a dog as she lies motionless on her cosy, warm bed.
The first sounds of distant traffic drone through the double-brick walls as the puppy begins to stir. It's 6:00 a.m. and the house is still quiet, but it's the calm before the storm. Saturday is always a busy day in the Johnson household and this day is even more special, because last night Dad brought home a new addition to the family: a ten-week-old pup. The three Johnson kids, Rhiannon who is twelve, Jade who is nine and Mattew who is seven, could hardly contain themselves last night as they cuddled and played with the new pup. It was after midnight before all the children were marched off to their rooms and the puppy was put to bed in the laundry.
As the first set of footsteps come slapping down the stairs, the puppy wakes and sits upright. The little dog stares at the door, her head tilted to one side. She tries to prick up her ears, but they are not yet strong enough and they quickly flop back down again. The door bursts open and Rhiannon rushes in. The puppy jumps up to greet the girl, its little tail beating quickly. The girl lifts her puppy into the air, cuddling it. The puppy responds with a lick to her face and a wiggle. Rhiannon whispers to the puppy, 'You're not a dream!'
It doesn't take long before the whole family is awake and they gather in the lounge room. The puppy takes centre stage on the floor as they all sit around and laugh. They agree that her name will be 'Molly'.
This Saturday is the first of many Saturdays that the family will spend with Molly. Over the years Molly will become a much-loved member of the Johnson household and will become part of their family history. Molly will be there when Rhiannon has her sixteenth birthday party in the backyard. During the speech Molly will jump up on the table and lick the birthday cake, much to the amusement of the whole party, except Mum. When Jade gets glandular fever in Year Nine, Molly will sit by her side while the doctors come and go for several months. After Jade recovers, Molly will sleep protectively at the foot of Jade's bed every night for the next two years, until Jade moves into the spare room upstairs. When Matthew buys his first car at the age of nineteen, Molly will be the first to go for a drive with him. On that day, Matthew will drive down to the local river where he will take Molly for a short walk; and Molly will run up to a lovely young stranger who Matthew will marry three years later.
Molly is a new chapter in the lives of this family. She will delight and entertain three small children as they grow, giving them love and affection as only a dog knows how. She will be in many of the pictures of the kids playing together in the family photo album. She will feature in the family's home videos, as the children become teenagers and go to high school. In their hearts, Molly will continue to be part of the family, even after old age takes her from them."

-taken from Little Mongrels by David Darcy

me complain for a bit

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 06:08:01 GMT

i can't wait till monday, as i am off, and this has been a crappy weekend so far, and i don't really want to work tomorrow, but i kinda have no choice.

i have 3 moquito bites that have gotten really bad. they're quite swollen and red and mainly just painful, not even that itchy. i probably have west nile. we were discussing this at work, and if i did in fact get these bites at work, am i up for worker's comp?? i should be.

i saw an infomercial this morning for a tattoo shop in chicago, and it made me very much so not want to go. i caught the tail end of it, but they were holding up a metal tube (the thing the tattoo artist puts the needle through and holds onto while tattooing) and saying how they will NEVER use a metal tube, calling them dirty and "if you ever see a shop using metal tubes, run." this is bullshit. i personally use metal tubes because i think it distributes the weight of the machine a little easier on my tiny hands. also, i know how to use an autoclave so i can properly sterilize them, and i am not constantly buying disposable tubes. i'm sure plenty of highly reputable artists use metal tubes. disposables have their place, but it just seemed to me that the artists at that particular shop are extremely lazy and don't want to devote the time to sterilizing their equipment. to each his own, i guess.

this is why i don't talk to strangers

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:32:32 GMT

well today i decided to go to gurnee mills, as i haven't been there for a long time, and as such that is odd for me. but i soon realised why i do not miss it.

i had just visited jeff at oakley and was heading back to my car to go home and spend time with ze puppy (we decided on petey for his name). so as i am walking a random guy asks me to stop, promises he's not hitting on me, and wants to ask me something.

i know how this story usually goes, he needs to sell me something. though he did start it out a bit more clever than most do. he said ( in a much lengthier version than here- this is abridged for your sanity) that he is in a speech class and by talking to random strangers it will help them learn social speaking skills. ok, i get that. "now what are you selling me", i ask. turns out he is selling magazine subscriptions in order to get points to go on a trip to acapulco.

ok, sincerely uninterested, but let's listen to his rant a little longer.

one of my former coworkers walks by and we start talking about pac sun, then he mentions that he knows the other girl we are talking about, as he gave her the same advertisement at hawthorne mall. so i said i wasn't interested in buying anything today, blahblahblah. then he decides to take a different angle which i absolutely loathe.

he goes on to tell me that if i don't want to spend $20 right now, i can give him a check and he'll hold it for a couple weeks till i have money in the account. i said that i have to leave and then he says that if i don't want a magazine for myself, i can buy a subscription for a child with cancer. i had to politely turn him down, as i have absolutely no real money right now. then he said "so you seriously won't have 20 bucks in two weeks? come on. i know you're not poor enough to be living under a bridge or anything".

at this point i have had it and tell him i don't have money cause i have lots of bills to which he replies "but 20 bucks? i can loan you a few if it's that big of a deal". then he goes on: "i can't believe you turned down the one for the cancer kids. you're like the first person ever to turn that down. seriously, you can't afford $20 for a kid with cancer?" i then told him that i sponsor a dog at an animal shelter which is where some of my money goes every month, but it's just not the same as him getting his trip to acapulco, i guess.

so i start walking back to the parking lot, severely annoyed that some stranger asked me for money so he can go to acapulo, while masking it as a way to help sick kids.

i can go donate $20 to the make-a-wish foundation whenever i please. at least i know where my hard earned cash is going, since, you know, i make so much of it.

i seriously hate that mall.

weeeee

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 06:10:40 GMT

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my excursion to hawthorne...

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 21:30:39 GMT

...began with a stop by gurnee mills to see jeff. the store looks really cool. very snazzy.

then i trekked all the way to hawthorne. found a nice pair of jeans, i'm really hoping these don't get all funky once i wash them. it's happened to every pair i've bought for the last year. it's a pain. i'd like to find ONE pair that i can wear and not worry about what belt i put with it, if they shrunk too much...oh, the trials of being a girl.

but it was nice to just walk around, not have to answer to anyone for a few hours.

i also got several compliments on my tattoos. now, this isn't out of the ordinary. especially at my work, especially from: a)sailors thinking they will strike up a conversation about ink; or b)preppy girls that are amazed by how i actually sat through it.

like, one guy that worked at one of the kiosks just yelled out "i like your ink." he very obviously couldn't see what any of my tattoos were, just the fact that i had them, seeing as i was walking by quickly. and at a quick glance, i saw he had a half sleeve which took up his forearm.

i came to the conclusion that they're not really complimenting MY tattoos, just the fact that i have an obvious abundance of them, as do they. it's more of "hey, we're cool cause we're awesome enough to have visible tattoos." like, a communal thing. to be able to relate to people a little easier. i don't really mind. i think it's funny when they start going on about what their future ink plans are. it's the same kind of thing: they use it as a basis to make everyday boring conversations a little easier.

i am done rambling for now.

well, since my blog is out of commission...

Mon, 24 Jul 2006 04:52:17 GMT

at work today, the boss made me try on skinny jeans. like, hipster doofus skinny jeans. so skinny you can't walk jeans.

yeah, those.

and it was hilarious. i put on my shoes, which made my enormous feet look extremely out of proportion, one coworker said i looked like a cartoon character.

hey, at least good times were had by all. i've been in a much better mood since friday, so yay for good things.

and this morning before work, there was nothing on tv when i woke up, so i decided to watch the most interesting church show i could find. and the discussion?

why baptisms at a couple years old are not full baptisms, and to fully accept jesus, you must be baptised again when you are older and have made that decision for yourself. and the man also said that being sprinkled with holy water doesn't do the job. you must, basically, be dunked in holy water to achieve its intended...blessing? don't know how else to put it.

he said that people are convinced that if they are baptised, that's it, and they are locked into heaven. he said that is not the case. soo...

yeah, buddhism rawks.

revelation, declaration (reposted from my blog)

Sat, 27 May 2006 02:35:07 GMT

(part 1)

i remember buying my copy of "the art of happiness" by the Dalai Lama (my original receipt was still in the book, bought in '99. damn that was a while ago). i was in high school, and not in a very good frame of mind. constant depression, hating everything. so i got about 10 pages in and just couldn't bring myself to finish the rest of it. i don't really know why, maybe i didn't think i was capable of being happy at that point, maybe i didn't think i deserved it, maybe i thought it was bollocks. so i left it to gather dust on my bookshelf.

(part 2)

i was driving to jeff's the other night, and was already feeling disgusted with myself, no particular reason, just generally unhappy with life. and there was a raccoon hit in the opposite lane, which i only noticed because an SUV had to swerve to avoid running it over again. on the way back from jeff's, i had to pass over it's newly decapitated body, and i had a really odd kind of breakdown. while driving, not the best time to happen, but whatever. and i went home after bawling like a baby and got my wits together and yelled "fuck this. i'm gonna meditate." and i did. and i didn't expect it to actually change anything, but it did. i felt so much better, like i was able to accept things and leave it at that. one of the main teachings of buddhism is to dissolve attachment to things. which, in some minor form, i think i did.

(part 3-where i combine the first two)

i decided to pick up "the art of happiness" again. and it's all making so much more sense. some of my favorite lines so far:

""Wherever I meet people, I always have the feeling that I am encountering another human being, just like myself. I find it much easier to communicate with others on that level. If we emphasize specific characteristics, like I am Tibetan or I am Buddhist, then there are differences. But those things are secondary. If we can leave the differences aside, I think we can easily communicate, exchange ideas, and share experiences."

"...that human bond is enough to give rise to a sense of worth and dignity. That bond can become a source of consolation in the event that you lose everything else."

(part 4)

in conclusion, i have decided that i am tired of holding grudges for nonsense. i am tired of constant stress and not knowing how to manage it. i have decided that i need to keep the bonds i do have with people close, and not exclude possible bonds from forming, like i usually do.

i'm going to track down some kind of buddhist temple in the area- i'm officially declaring myself buddhist today.

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 20:49:18 GMT

if you caught that last post, 'twas rather mean.

you're not worth my time.

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 05:35:31 GMT

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i'm too tired to think of a witty subject

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 08:08:51 GMT

sometimes things happen that make you sick.

i could destroy you right now.

you're a sad excuse for a person.

i am done.

(just needed to vent for a second)

Mon, 27 Feb 2006 06:10:07 GMT

i can't believe this all was said.

stop believing that your beliefs are the only ones that matter.
stop using your God as a cop-out.
stop feeling sorry for yourself.
stop thinking that you are above anyone.
stop your hypocritical views.

maybe you're the one that's wrong.
maybe this is the reason things never worked out in the past.
maybe you need to ACCEPT people that are different than you instead of having to CHANGE them.
maybe insisting that people will change on their own is a pipe dream that God can't guarantee.
maybe God has a cool sense of humor, and what we consider blasphemous really isn't blasphemous at all.

i may not know a whole lot about this subject, but i know for damn sure that i may be wrong about everything i believe as well. that is just a fact, and if i pay the price by going to hell, so be it. believing in something you have no proof of is ignorant. believing that putting other people or the ones they love down because they don't share your illogical beliefs is hypocritical, judgmental, biased, just plain ridiculous.

talk about being offended.

memories...

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 07:44:01 GMT

so, megan, this one's for you:

i was reminiscing at dinner tonight about the one and only kim lewis. please oh please help me remember some of her more infamous moments.

...to move across the water

Fri, 20 Jan 2006 07:15:07 GMT

so, i haven't updated this journal for quite a while-the blog has taken precedent. but here have been the goings-on of dianna:

worked from 9pm to 4:30 am last night. got home at 5 am.

found out my maxed out credit card had been stolen, with $19 in fraudulent charges and an attempted $849 grocery store purchase.

on the way home from work last night, just missed a nasty car accident in that a douchebag decided to run a stop sign a block from my house, then flip ME the bird.

got 20 minutes of sleep in between calling work and credit card companies for 2 hours: work to get specifics since i believe the card was stolen by one of the random people that came in to do our inventory; and credit card companies to get all my account numbers changed.

worked from 9am to 6:30 today, had a lunchable (which was SO not filling) because i couldn't leave the store because the other hasn't gotten keyed yet.

left work and napped. came home and found that the books i ordered finally came :) i have lots of reading to do.

but i would like to be busier with tattoo business, and i'm broke, so...gimme money and i give you tattoos. yes?

reality my eye

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 06:39:12 GMT

if having my own tattoo shop is going to be anything close to the way it's portrayed on miami ink, i think i'll go crazy from boredom.

my dog is a retard.

Sun, 13 Nov 2005 07:09:31 GMT

i get home tonight and she's so happy to see me that she runs up the stairs (2 stairs, mind you) and hurts her leg in the same spot again. we'll have to take her for x-rays pretty soon-the vet said it was probably a torn ligament. i loves my fat puppy.

and whilst walking to my car after work i was almost annihilated by the wind.

goulet.

the most depressing halloween since last year's

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 02:54:31 GMT

this was even dumber than when a friend ditched me.

all day at work i had to hear about what was done wrong the whole time my boss was on vacation last week. i got blamed for everything.

and my eye is still really itchy.

and i want to stay up and watch crappy movies all night, but i can't, cause i have to be at work from 8am-1, then come back from 6pm-10.

and i learned that the day after thanksgiving, i'll probably have to work 4:30 am-2.

and my district manager is gonna be there tomorrow, and i have a billion things to do in the hour before he gets there, or else my "reputation as a manager" is on the line.

and i couldn't do anything remotely halloween-ish today cause of work.

and every time i am home, i can't use my own computer because my stupid mother is addicted to ebay and whatever the fuck she's bidding on takes the highest precedent in the fucking household. and she expects me to answer every single computer question she has, and know exactly what is going on when she starts rattling things off, because she thinks i'm that computer-savvy.

and all my friends live far away, and the only person that's around is working all the time. other than that, all my time is spent with douchebags that i want to strangle, or complaining via this boring journal.

i'm not happy.

this is misery

Sun, 30 Oct 2005 18:23:14 GMT

so, last night, in an attempt to feel nice and cozy, after being sick all day from my cold medicine, i went on a search for a stuffed bear i have. you throw it in the microwave, and the flax seed, lavender, and other herbs contained in it warm up like a heating pad.

i found it, and i instantly started sneezing so much i couldn't stop and almost started to choke. then, about a minute later, my eyes felt like they were going to explode. they were completely red and burning. then, my right one started to feel better, and my left eyelid swelled up so badly i couldn't open it.

and here i am, the next morning, looking like the hunchback of notre dame with my one gimp eye. and it hurts, and it burns, and i'm on benadryl, eye drops, and ice packs to relieve some of this pain. and i still have to go to work for a few hours.

this is unbelievable.

you could be from venus

Fri, 28 Oct 2005 06:58:43 GMT

smashing your hip bone into a door knob is actually quite unpleasant.

though on a happier note, i found my cold medicine so i don't have to go wasting more money. even though i'll be sick on my only day off this week, i won't be feeling it.

yay.

i'm bored too

Sat, 22 Oct 2005 01:58:46 GMT

1.Your name spelled backwards?
annaid

2. Where were your parents born?
mom is from the south side, dad's from the north

3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
some pictures from an email

4. What's your favorite restaurant?
mmm barnelli's!!! or olive garden

5. Last time you swam in a pool?
a couple years ago at jeff's old house

6. Have you ever been in a school play?
elementary school

7. How many kids do you want?
at this point the idea of children makes me nauseous

8. Type of music you dislike most?
COUNTRY!!! i can deal with hip hop, cause at least some of it has a good beat

9. Are you registered to vote?
yep

10. Do you have cable?
no, me so ghetto. i just got a computer this summer :) i'm frikkin' prehistoric

11. Have you ever ridden on a moped?
no but i want a vespa so freakin' bad!!

12. Ever prank-called anybody?
maybe once

13. Best friends?
there's only a select few and they know who they are

14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?
no!!! that's hella scary

15. Farthest place you ever traveled?
CANADA!!!

16. Do you have a garden?
my dad did

17. What's your favorite comic strip?
most of them suck, so i'll say blondie just cause she's cute

18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem?
heck yes

19. Bath or Shower, morning or night?
shower, morning

20. Best movie you've seen in the past month?
i just bought batman begins, so, yes

21. Favorite pizza toppings?
cheeeeese

22. Chips or popcorn?
oooh the chips

23. Whats your favorite commercial
the bk lounge!! with vader and the king having a breathing contest!! that one rocked my socks off.

24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells?
ummm, no. but some friends of mine used to smoke those cheap little breadsticks.

25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?
hell no. i have no time to be degraded onstage

26. Orange Juice or apple?
both. depends on the mood

27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with?
jeff

28. Favorite type chocolate bar?
snickers is a classic

29. When was the last time you voted at the polls?
that one time when it was between a douche and a turd sandwich...

30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?
last summer

31. Have you ever won a trophy?
i got one of those "you didn't win anything but you still get a trophy" trophy from t-ball when i was in 1st grade :)

32. Are you a good cook?
i would starve without my microwave. so no.

33. Do you know how to pump your own gas?
the only person on the planet that doesn't know how to pump gas is my mother.

34. Ever ordered from an infomercial?
no

35. Sprite or 7-up?
sprite for the sole reason that it instantly cures hiccups

36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work?
every job i've had has had some kind of uniform: eagle was white shirt, black pants; fuzziwig's was white polo with khakis; burlington was "professional"; pac sun is "california douche"

37. Last thing you bought at a Walgreens?
probably candy

38. Ever thrown up in public?
no but i did faint in front of my class in 7th grade

39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love
i got my man. so i agree: i need monies!!

40. Do you believe in love at first sight?
i guess so

41. Can ex's be just friends?
i don't have any ex's and i don't want to find out :)

42. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital?
my grandma right before she died. i have an intense fear of those places, so i wish to avoid them at all costs

43. Did you have a lot of hair as a baby?
totally

44. What message was on your answering machine or is on your answering machine?
"i figured it was you. that's why i didn't answer it. leave a message."

45. Where would you like to go at the moment?
oooh italy, ireland, australia

46. What was the name of your first pet?
mandy!!

47. What kinda backpack do u have, and what's in it?
a black corduroy jansport, though i barely use it

48. Who's your best friend?
i don't think i have just one

49. What is one thing you are grateful for today?
getting paid!!

50. What's your favorite color?
blue, black

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 01:13:39 GMT

everyone needs to read the short story "song of the silent snow" taken from the book of the same name by hubert selby jr.

a strange bout of optimism coming from mr. selby. he should have done more of that.

PAC 10 my ass

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 04:00:36 GMT

i really feel like milton today. poor guy. all he wanted was his stapler...

day in, day out, i have to put up with the absolutely stupidest people on the face of the planet. i know i say that a lot, but these people have NO common sense.

today, for instance. i was on the register most of the afternoon. but in between sales i was helping customers, because that's what i am supposed to do. so, i helped a guy pick out a belt and a buckle, and i put the sale under my name. i really just blanked because i totally forgot that another associate, liz, sold the same guy a pair of shoes. keep in mind, there is no commission gained, just better numbers next to your name on the chart in the back room for the week. i was really tired and had a nasty headache, so i apparently didn't hear liz yell in front of all the customers and our coworkers "dianna's stealing my sales."

next thing i know, after i had finished the sale, my retard boss eric says "you have to go apologize to liz." i asked why, and he explained. i said ok, i'll be professional (even though liz wasn't and didn't tell me she had a problem with me). so i apologized, and i thought all was well. oops, i made a mistake, done.

no.

upon my meeting at the end of my shift, i found out i had been stealing sales all day. which is complete bullshit. because my sales were higher than the other manager's, i had been told i was stealing bunches of sales (even though i had been there 9 hours and the other guy had been there 5). so i lost my shit on my boss. i told him everyone needs to stop picking on me about tiny insignificant crap. because throughout the day, i had to deal with sales associates calling me "sale stealer" among other things. everyone just thinks everything is such a fucking joke.

so i told my boss i'm sick of him acting like a 5th grader and picking on me all the time, and he said he honestly didn't remember ever seriously picking on me. he also conveniently didn't remember that i tell him every time to "seriously knock it off". mr. human resources actually got upset that one of his employees was annoyed. for fear of a lawsuit, if nothing else.

i'm so sick of stupidity. these people have no fucking brains in their tiny insignificant skulls. i'm actually surprised that they are able to walk themselves to the food court and shove food down their asinine throats without choking.

ugh.

this amooses me

Sat, 08 Oct 2005 03:35:48 GMT

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