Kay, so I just got home about 10-15 minutes ago, and I’m tired. I guess I’ll talk about work tonight because I don’t have anything else to talk about for today… So yeah, I like working night shifts better, the people on those shifts are more fun to work with, and we play around. Oh, btw, if you guys ever eat at a restaurant… and you head banging noises coming from the kitchen… they aint moving shit, there’s a rat back there.

Ima backtrack, because I like telling stories: So Luis (the one I work with), was all like “Paige, go get some whateverIwassupposetobe, (a tomato or something), getting from the back”, and I was all “’kay.” so I walked back wher we store food in plastic shoe box looking things and I saw something scurry across the floor with a tail, and I was all “Yo, Ya’ll we got a rat!” and Luis was all *making stfu noises so the customers wouldn’t hear* (because I talk really loud…), So I bring him back to see the damn vermin, and he was all like “ew…”, Note, big Lu is a like… 300lb Mexican, and he was also all like “Nuh-uh, I don’t mess wit dat shit, I don’t get payed enough”. So after we moved a shoebox looking’ thing, the rat scurried out again, and he was like *profanity*, and I was like roflmao. And then he made me go get our boss. So then we had like, three people in a 5 by 8 foot space, all looking for a rat, and the floor was dirty… so then we see the rat again after someone got a flash light, and one of the waitresses walked up to us and she was all like “wtf? D;” and I was all like “Karris! There’s a rat! XD”, and she was all like “NOWAI?!” and our boss was like “NO THERE IS NO RAT GO WORK WOMAN.” Then we ate watermelon that was left over from lunch, and it was awesome, then I was told it would be coming out of my check and I was all like “._.”, because I made like $32 this week, and heaven forbid I have a dime taken out of my next whopping check. I think he might have been joking, but I can’t tell. Then I was peeling shrimp and I saw the rat again, so I called Lu, and he got the golf club we keep by the back door, (I don’t know why the fuck we have a golf club… I asked and no one answered my question…), and some Tom & Jerry shit started and I rofl-ed and ate more watermelon while he tried to get the rat with the golf club, and at one point, he jumped very gracefully onto of a cooler to try and flush it out. Which was awesome beyond words. The rat ended up running over the sticky-vermin-catching-paper that’s always on the floor, and it didn’t work… he also avoided at least two mouse traps, and we never found him. I suggested feeding and naming the rat, but no one liked that idea much. I also got a David Bowie CD today, so yay me. ;)

Oh! and my brother's out of jail and crap too, I'll talk about that later though.

It turns out some people can talk behind my back, and behind other people’s backs, but they’re too chickenshit to you know… do the whole, “say it to they’re faces” thing. It’s awful pathetic, especially when they pass up chance upon chance to say something, but instead put up some faggy smilies and pretend to be friendly when they in all honesty, would rather tell you off. What’s awesome is that I got called fake, and petty throughout this, at least when I don’t like someone, I at least have the guts to say it. I’m a bitch, and I’m fine with that. I see myself as honest. But for real, don’t call me fake when you’ve only spoken to me one on one… maybe like, 4 times. You have no real insight on my personality, or anything about me. Yeah, I might go as far as saying I’m petty as well, but to whom it may concern, you had no real grounds to call me that other then seeing the mere tip of the iceberg. I don’t hate anyone on the internet, god, I don’t even want to get into that BS, but quit acting like I’m always about to lash out at one of your precious bestest-best fwiends <333 =^________^=. How many times have I seriously gone off on someone? And don’t give my any fake assed apologies then go talk about me behind my back. Because geez, I’m not as stupid as I look. Kthnxby.

Now that that’s said, I’ll update for real, because my LJ is looking kinda sad with all the single sentence posts, and plus Ryan did some big ass entries and I thought I’d rip him off. ;)

So my brother (Who's name is Ryan, huh...) has been staying with us for about, I donno, three or four weeks? He lost his job, then he lost his truck, then he lost his apartment, then he moved in with us, then he started asking me for money, then I got pissed off and stopped talking to him, the he got a truck or something (it couldn’t be a car, because girls drive cars, it had to be a truck.) and I donno what he’s doing now. He got back from Nashville two days ago from a job thingy, he got the job and gave him a nifty little laptop (he can’t get the interweb working, so HA.), and our dining room full of company merchandise.

Best of all, everything’s made of corn, see?! look!!

And a box of stuff we wont be able to give away… Ugly teddies, pens, there's CDs and keychains too. D; This really doesn't do it justice, there are a bunch more boxes full of crap somewhere.

I’m currently writing a letter to Ashley, and seeing as we have a hellav’ a lotta free stuff… I’m thinking of sending her something useless and ugly. I love you Ashley, you’re letter was very tasteful, and best off all, I could read it, unlike someone named Eliana Ester Frim’s letters… Haha, Eli’s middle name reminds me of Madonna. I get sidetracked easy.

I’m also working again, as I’ve said in succession. My friend Luis who I worked with at the first dinner got me another job at another dinner, where he worked, and one of the waitresses from the old dinner works there too, so it’s cool. This one’s basically the same place, only with a different name, the foods the same and everything, and I still eat things I’m not suppose to. So it’s cool. I also worked at DQ twice before I decided to quit, as fun as saying “would you like fries with that?” was, I didn’t A) Get to eat anything for free, and B) Didn’t like working with the cash register. No, I didn’t take money, it was just stupid and it bugged me. Lets see… what else… I might go work at a grocery store as… a grocery person… But I donno yet. As far as my home school goes, I have to go and get new books in the middle of this month, and I want to be able to finish them fast again. New icons for my LJ too! I’m not neglectful today!

Here's the letter I got from her today, incase you didn't know, she's away at Jew camp ATM. To everyone who makes fun of my spelling, eli's handwritting is 1000x's worse, half the shit she wrote I'm guessing that's what it says... Plus smartass un-funny comments from me, here:

" 7/9/06

Paige:

Sup homiem, *the word here is ether sorry, or horney, I can't tell...* for not writting earlier. Cive lol too many bullshit letters to write, anywhow...

Did PC fucking die yet? (she asks this like all the time, *eyeroll*) XD J/W... Camp's acrually gooat, might go 2 months next year, if I get in... (what? are you not jewish enough to go to camp?! I'm assuming there's a test...)

Haven't heard from Mike (boyfriend) yet. (he's cheating on her with Kevin. :) ) 'cause he got back from France just yesterday (my ass he did...), though all the sins in my bunk head the noem he wrote *no clue what the word here is* me and they all love him. XD Dhe girl asked if I was 'emo' (wonder why...) "well you box deviant and *no clue what this word is*" Lmao, thouseht you'd apprecuate that. ohyeah, the people I play guitar with listen to AFI... Reminded me of you they're hard core people (yeah, I'd still do the guitarist)

Omg I didn't chow what "hooking up" really neant until last week, I thought it meant dating XDXD

OMFG I heard the most perverted story ever to exist, ever tell it to Kevin. (No...) this girls boyfriends (?) favorite food was tuna (ew...), and he wanted to eat her out so she stuffed tuna up..
...yeah... (this story is stupid.) she got ants there the next day... lol(?) (this sounds like an urban legand...) fucked is thatitXD Anyhow, I'll leave you be (please do.) gotta gone (?)
Peace much love
                         Eli

P.S. Send my regards to Kevin. (I'll make her day and tell her I can't... because he died. ;) )"


Moving on, aparently, finding a DS Lite is like, impossible, so damn me. ;/