Friday the 13th. Ew.

Interesting twist of things...

I called the place I work to get my schedule, and it turns out there's no schedule to get. They closed down the bar during the days, so since I'm the day-bar girl - guess what happens to me? Well, I'm not completely laid-off/fired. The general manager said he thinks he wants to keep me on, so I may be picking up some night shifts, but I don't know when because the schedule is already up for next week. I would stress, but that's the really weird thing about me. When little things go wrong, I lose my head completely. When big things go wrong, it's not time to freak out, it's time to think positive. I thought, "Well, I can go to New Jersey early." I don't know. Scheduling makes me very tense, and all I'm worrying about now is how I am now in the desperate stage of work, so it'll be hard to be such a chooser being the beggar I am. Specifically-speaking = New Years. I can't work. Absolutely cannot. I have plans that cannot be altered, and now I'm afraid work will call and schedule me, and here I am without a dime saying, "Sorry, I need this day off." Ugh, I don't want to even think about it. I'll have to cross that bridge when I come to it.

So, here I am. Back to where I began. Jobless and wondering exactly how and when I'm going to start being one of those grown-up types with something that resembles a life. When I move, I'm going to get a real job - one of those that has benefits and a salary rather than tips. I'm going to buy suits and "make a living." It'll be fun. Little kids will call me m'am. It'll be great.

As for now - I'm Captain Frugal. I'm not buying a damn thing that I don't need for survival. Except Vanilla Chais. I'll get those.

So, there's this chick at my gym who fucking hates me. I don't know what her problem is. We never had an issue, we don't even talk. She just works there. I used to smile and say hi. Then I went to sign up me and my sister for cycling and she wouldn't let me sign her up. She was being oddly bitchy about it. Whenever I leave, she's so horrible. I told my sisters about her, and they were surprised. Then today, we were leaving the gym and Kim said, "God, she does hate you. Why does she hate you?" I asked how she could tell, and apparently she was glaring at me as we left. Not a good story, but curious nonetheless.

Just guess how I feel about American Idol kids on the Old Navy commercial. Old Navy commercials are obnoxious without American Idol. Ryan Starr had her stomach showing and her freakishly long torso. Surprise surprise. Anyway, I'm really only annoyed because I know they got paid alot to do it, and I'm having a hard time being happy for anyone who's actually getting money. I'll be a lot kinder when I have money. Now is the time to be resentful.

So, I'm going to just slightly touch upon a topic I can't go much into because I don't really know anything about it, but I think I want to do a little research about Marilyn Manson and Eminem. I find them to be very intriguing. I know they're both brilliant, and I think they are widely misunderstood. I mean, I don't think I understand them or that I could more so than anyone else, but I am curious. I want to read their lyrics and see what's going on there.

The Grinch Who Stole Christmas is on right now - the cartoon, not the movie. The guy who does the narration for that, Boris Karloff - he was born in 1887, isn't that weird? Wow. He also did a billion films. I just looked him up at www.imdb.com and he has like 150 movies on his resume. More TV work too. Also, did you know that the singer guy, "You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch," guy - he is only the voice of Tony the Tiger "Theeeeey're GREEEAT!" How funny is that?

Talked to Melissa and Ruthie about the Challenge. It's coming up soon. I'm excited because I have little to worry about, I don't even think I'm on it. There will probably be very little mention of me at all. You'll see. Anyway, Ruthie hosted some teaser thing, I guess that will air soon. It would be nice if something money-wise could come of that, but it won't. I'm never asked to those speaking things. I don't know what it is. People come here and read what I say, but they don't want me there to hear a thing I say. Strange.

I should shower, but you ever get into that mood where you just don't want to? You're not really all that dirty, and you don't feel like getting wet. See, so much goes into that process for me. Other than the typical shampoo and conditioner, I have a wash for my back and chest, then a wash for the rest of my body. When I get out, I have to moisturize everything or I'll be a pile of cracked flesh in an hour. Then my hair is no easy task. It's just so time consuming. And I only like rushing if I'm about to go somewhere exciting, something that's been planned for a long time. I should be ready already, and I'm still in my gym clothes. I haven't plucked in days, so I'm ravingly Blue Lagoon right now.

You know what's so great about Miss Piggy? She's always in style. Her hair is always in. Look at the Muppet Caper, she has that 70s flip out, middle part. Muppets Take Manhatten - she has the big curly hair (80s). And now these commercials, she has those long bangs which have been so in. It's funny because no one else changes a thing. Not a thing, but Miss Piggy is always up with the times. So great.

I have to run. I'm late.