Hoopla, we fly! To the sky so high

Entry the Thirteenth

Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:42:41 GMT

For fishhooke. I am alive!

Entry the Twelfth

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 18:43:36 GMT

Entry the Eleventh

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 01:37:46 GMT

So, I'm severely sick of my boss. She has done nothing but antagonize me since I started. And Saturday was so bad, I burst into tears as soon as I got home. That has never happened before. And it sucks, because at times, she can be the most positive and encouraging person in the store. And then she'll just wail on you, and make you feel like garbage.

Everyone keeps telling me to go talk to the district manager about her harassing me, but I'm afraid that if I do, my boss will do something in retaliation, like cutting my hours or something. And I can't afford to have that happen. I'm broke enough as it is.

I'd like to transfer, but I can't because we just had someone transfer from our store. And I'd like to try and find another job, but I don't know if I could get insurance.

Oh, and another huge problem. My mom's company is closing in September. So she's scrambling to find another job, which is really hard even with her credentials, because of how the economy is. So we're both set to lose our insurance through her company.

And my car is getting way too expensive to maintain. I can't pay my car payment on time this month; that's NEVER happened before. I was looking to buy another car, and actually went to a car dealership, but they were AWFUL to me. They'd call and tell me one thing, and I'd go in, sit for over an hour, and gape in disbelief as they denied their words from our conversations. I finally got fed up and was a complete bitch my last visit.

Now, I'm never mean to customer service people. I work in CS, so I know how awful it is when a customer is nasty to you. But I was so pissed off, I was THIS close to cursing out the man who was "helping" me.

So, with all these crappy things happening, I'm waiting for the silver lining to reveal itself.

Entry the Tenth

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 05:27:29 GMT

My kitchen sink is haunted.

I swear it is.

Every three hours or so, it'll dribble a weak jet of water--almost like someone's turned it on very low--and then it'll stop.

I'm naming the ghost Mr. Dilke. And no, that name has no particular meaning. It simply sounds amusing (and slightly dirty).

~balaustinus

Entry the Ninth

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 23:54:18 GMT

So, I think I passed my first test in Japanese class. I feel the need to squeal, but I'm too tired right now.

I also, despite my better judgement, want to write fanfiction. I don't write fanfiction. But I want to. I want to write a PGSM fanfic. Which mortifies me, because few people know I still dabble in Sailor Moon. But, y'know, I totally wouldn't if Rei and Minako weren't so annoyingly gay. They radiate gay. They exude gay from every pore on their body. Especially their PGSM incarnates.

I'm going to go watch Rei and Minako radiate gay now.

And contemplate writing that one-shot.

I hate you, Naoko.

~balaustinus

Entry the Eighth

Wed, 28 May 2008 00:41:02 GMT

I decided on a whim to take Japanese this summer. It was the first day, and I'm already drowning! All I can remember are lines (strokes of the brush) and a, i, u, e, o, ka, ki, ku, ke, ko. But I can't figure out how I'm going to memorize the symbols.

I feel like a kindergartener again. Only dumber.

Man, forget having fun this summer. All I'll be doing is serving coffee and repeating my Japanese syllables.

Entry the Seventh

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 04:13:17 GMT

I am so awful at updating my journal. I can't help it! For one, LJ likes to randomly freeze one me, and I have to end up rebooting my computer. And two, I'm usually on Facebook. Facebook's easier to update on.

So, what's going on with me. I'm now a Certified Barista (TM) at Starbucks! It's actually less glamorous than it sounds, but I still feel a silly sense of accomplishment whenever I say it. Besides work, I'm working on applying for a Creative Writing scholarship at the New York State Summer Writer's Institute. And it's due in March. I will now randomly emit dsgruntled sounds and stay hunched over my computer for the remainder of the night.

~balaustinus

Entry the Sixth

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 02:11:23 GMT

Since it's been for-eva since I've posted, I decided to fill you lovelies in on what's been happening.

I started working at Tony Roma's after Midtown was closed, but I've quit there to work exclusively at Starbucks. It's much more fun than Tony Roma's, sans the great ribs.

Mum and I are selling our house to move to the most darling little bungalow in Hendersonville. Get this--the neighborhood's called Horny Heights. No joke. Even funnier, most of the people who live in Hendersonville are retirees. Dirty-minded old people are the best.

I'm still single, but I'm fine with that. I haven't found anyone I really want to get to know better, and I have absolutely no time for a girlfriend. I have myself, and that's good enough for me.

I must go study Emily Dickinson for tomorrow's Lit class. Until next time,

~balaustinus

Entry the Fifth

Sun, 10 Jun 2007 23:08:41 GMT

I am officially twenty. Gasp!

It's quite odd, knowing that I'll never be a child again. And I don't necessarily miss my childhood, per se, but the innocence and wild abandon that children have...that I had. That I'll miss.

Now onto another rant~! Seems my workplace was closed down by the sheriff for "shady dealings" (as one girl put it so well), so not only am I now without a job, I won't get paid for the time I worked there.

Being an adult sucks.

~balaustinus

Entry the Fourth

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 22:14:41 GMT

Joy!

It seems Mom isn't kicking me out! Which means I don't have to be a streetwalker in the ghettos of Charlotte!

I am unbelievably happy right now. ...oh, wait, I sti have exams.

Shit.

~balaustinus

Entry the Third

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 07:46:48 GMT

I am going crazy. There is no other way to describe my thought process right now.

It's finals week, and I know since I've been so damn lazy, I'm going to end up getting mostly F's in my classes. And I can't stand the fact that I've let it come to this. I feel so disgusted with myself.

To make matters worse, my mother has been threatening to kick me out of the house because of my grades. And if she does that, I don't know what I'll do. I have no way to support myself. I'm also afraid that if I decide to stop going to school and get a job, then I'll be stuck in a low-class lifestyle for the rest of my life, and I won't be able to realize any of my dreams.

I just...don't know who I'm living for anymore. I don't know what I want out of life. And it's really scary, being twenty years old and having to face these decisions. I really don't know what to do.

I know this is a bit of a ramble, but I needed to get it out. And I really don't have anyone here to talk to. So my LJ seemed as good a bet as any.

I'm going to go fret some more. Even though it's my fault, I still hate this.

~balaustinus

Entry the Second

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 00:16:13 GMT

Apparently, I'm in a better mood than I was the last time I posted. But this probably has something to do with my being on break right now.

Anywho, I have nothing exciting to report. Unless someone out there finds the fact that I bought a pair of overalls on sale yesterday exciting. I wish there were more fun things to do up here, but there isn't.

So, I'm going to go browse yuri sites until something more interesting comes along. Woo-hoo.

~balaustinus

Entry the First

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 04:08:21 GMT

I have been sitting here for five minutes, trying to think of something terribly clever and witty for the opening of my very first post. But, alas, nothing is coming. It appears I will have to fall back on the cliche of telling you a bit about myself.

I hail from North Carolina, and am currently in my second year of college. I'm training to be an actress, although I'd also like to be a published writer, someday. I'm not going to bother putting my interests down, because there are simply too many to list, and if you really wanted to see a few, you can click on "Interests." But I doubt many of you are interested.

And apparently I'm feeling cynical today, because both my bio and this note are coming out harsher than I intended. Ah, well. Everyone has his or her bitchy days. But I do apologize. I suppose I could simply erase this and post when I'm feeling more amiable. But I won't, because I'm lazy.

Anyway, I'll work on being in better spirits the next time I post.

Until next time,

~balaustinus

P.S.: There is a British man outside my door who just said, "shag." I am amused.