I want to buy my milk in peace!

I am not a drinker.

I don’t like drinking, feeling out of control, inebriated, drunk, intoxicated, whatever you want to call it.

I would much rather spend an evening watching movies and eating ice cream than going to a club or bar or crowded house party.

Why do people think strangers grinding against you, firey-like substances being thrown down your throat, and precarious footsteps to the nearest bus/sidewalk/front door sounds like a good time? That doesn’t sound like fun to me. 

I love comedy clubs. Movie theaters. Musicals. Cafes where they play music. Parks. Carnivals. Things of that nature. Unfortunately, when you live 10 minutes outside a busy city and the only way to get there is by car and you know there won’t be any parking/it will be so freakin expensive, it doesn’t make sense for you to go. Not only that, but the nearest train station is also 10 minutes away in the opposite direction. Doesn’t make much sense, does it.

No wonder teenagers in suburbs get into all sorts of trouble. I am very close to no longer being a said adolescent (I’m so ooooold), but I still have trouble finding things to do.

I closed the store last night and as I was throwing the mop water out the back door, I noticed there was a group of kids huddled near the grocery store dumpster. Ew. Why? Maybe they like the smell? But I don’t know anyone who likes the trash-old-bagel-melted-ice-cream-laundry-fuzz aroma that constantly wafts from within the depths of that appalling green container. Blegh.

But anyway … These kids are all encircled around this dumpster. So my friend and I locked everything up and left out the back door and walked past the trash-loving freaks. We made our way to the side parking lot and, lo and behold!, there are MORE kids in circles. Only these kids have two cars and 20 people, all smoking and drinking from the same wine bottle. Lovely.

We rounded the corner and headed to my friend’s car in the main parking lot. …. and there are MORE. CHILDREN. There was a flag football game going on in the empty back of the lot. On the sidelines, girls cheered and giggled. I looked to my right, and there were kids sitting on the grocery store front curb. The parking lot was literally crawling with kids aged from 13 to upwards of 17 (I would guess, because like two of them had vehicles and, hopefully, licenses).

My friend went to go start up the car and I had to go get some milk from the grocery store. So I made my way in, tired and sore from mopping the floors and dealing with cranky customers. I walked into the flourescent lights and blasting A\C and what did I find?? TEENAGERS. Everywhere. In the aisles. By the fruit. Near the dairy. Looking at meat. Not buying anything. Not shopping for food. Just WALKING. And talking. And sometimes running around acting like baffoons. I grabbed my milk and made a bee-line for checkout.

As my friend and I finally pulled out of the shopping center, we were confronted by more children in different parking lots.

We really need to get some more stores to open past 9 around here. Soon, every parking lot in America will be the new home of teens, young and young. Which is not good!

Because I just want to buy my milk in peace.

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On a lighter note, I’m going to start researching local cafes and things that stay open past 7 PM. And are cheap. Cause I need something to pass the time!

P.S. I also wish I didn’t have to drive everywhere …. why do stores and things have to be 5,000,000 miles away from where I live???

Adolescent pandemics

Greetings, Earthlings!

I just don’t get it …

I really don’t understand all the hype that Twilight is getting. Honestly, I had no idea what Twilight was until the movie posters started popping up everywhere …… 

Okay, vampires? Cool. A human falling in love with a vampire that only drinks animal blood (I didn’t know that was possible …. why didn’t that ever happen in any Hollywood vamp movie ever?) …. I can deal with that. But from the reviews I read, it doesn’t sound like my cup of tea. Maybe I’m a snob, but when I read a book, I want to walk away with something in my head, whether it’s a better understand of something, a new appreciation for a writer, humor, sadness, whatever. But I’ve heard that these books aren’t even written that well …. haters can hate on me, but there are better love novels and stories about the “testament of love over all things” than some whiny, shy chick who falls in love with, what is essentially, a bat. Also, since when did shy girls “get all the guys”? I’ve never understood that (also probably one of the reasons why I hated High School Musical so very much…).

Oh and the book cover? The apple? We get it. It’s the apple from The Tree of Knowledge, the Garden of Eden, the Forbidden Fruit. How metaphorical and sophisticated you are …. did you learn that in high school? Please use something else  — if I have to read or see one more Biblical reference that just screams LOOK, I WAS AN ENGLISH MAJOR IN COLLEGE AND LEARNED ABOUT RELIGION AND WHY IT’S IMPORTANT IN LITERATURE AND THE REASON WHY I’LL USE THE SAME SYMBOLISM AGAIN AND AGAIN I am going to reconsider my educational choices.

Also, I’m not really all that into vampires. All I can think about is Count Chocula from that cereal or poorly made Buffy episodes or its spinoff Angel or vampire movies from the 1800s that didn’t have sound. They don’t scare me or bring about any sort of emotions.

You want to read a really good book that represents the meaning of commitment? Go read The Time Traveler’s Wife. Or, if you don’t want to read it, wait until December when the movie with Rachael McAdams and Eric Bana comes out.

“A most untraditional love story, this is the celebrated tale of Henry DeTamble, a dashing, adventurous librarian who involuntarily travels through time, and Clare Abshire, an artist whose life takes a natural sequential course. Henry and Clare’s passionate affair endures across a sea of time and captures them in an impossibly romantic trap that tests the strength of fate and basks in the bounds of love.”

I know the summary makes it seem really cheesy and very Penthouse-y\trashy novel-esque, but it’s really really really good. It’s probably more for young adults and adults, but it really is great.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452694/ — Visit here to see pictures from the upcoming movie.

Alright, I must organize my room\bookshelves\closet\life.

Stay focused,
K

I feel like a hypocrite.

Hola mis amigos!

You know what’s the worst thing?

When you’re really looking forward to a meal, and it’s ruined when you find that long strand of hair from some unknown chef.

You know what’s even worse?

When you serve something and the customer comes back complaining of a hair in their food.

Hypocrisy? Probably not, but it still makes me feel like a hypocrite.

Stay focused,
K 

See my big girl shoes.

Right now, I love

… The Office, Season 3.
… thunderstorms.
… Jason Mraz, “Unfold.”
… WALL-E.
… burning CDs for SD.
… It’s Not News, It’s Fark by Drew Curtis. Also fark.com
… working for RHC.
… making To-Do lists.
… green Sharpie markers.
… staying up late when I have to get up early. 

Please see WALL-E. That’s all I ask.

When I decided to start writing this thing, I was doing it to help me write more. To express myself. Now it’s become a list of superficial things, where I dump useless information.

Just another blog clogging up the Internet waves. (Question … could we ever reach a point where there is just too much on the Internet?? Is that even possible?)

Stay focused,
K 

I’ll try not to fall overboard.

Hey hey hey!

Right now I am sitting at the front desk, answering phones.

I have never been a phone person. I would much rather write out in an email how I feel than express myself through spoken words. Whenever I get upset or flustered or caught off guard, my throat closes and the words get lost behind my tongue, warbling into an inaudible jumble of mixed up language. Writing is much more natural for me. I can not count the number of times I’ve fought with my mother through letters and email and not through yelling. 

But here I am. Answering and transferring phone calls.

I am working on putting together sponsorship information for one of JG’s clients. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s better to call and get it over with than wait in anguish for an email. As much as email is great (and I love it) it’s unreliable on the recipient’s end. They can choose to ignore my messages and leave me in the dark. With a phone call, they could send me to voicemail, but chances are they have to hear what I’m going to say. I just wish I was more comfortable on the phone.

I am starving but I have to wait for the other intern to come back. And then it will be her turn to answer phones.

This phone-tag will go on for another week and a half until T comes back from vacation. Joys!

Stay focused,
K 

Hello Internet world!

Hey, you!

So I thought I’d give this whole blogging thing a try. I won’t update on a regular basis, but just write stuff down whenever I feel the need. Sometimes I just need an outlet to express my thoughts.

Stay focused,
K