show me a sane man and i will cure him for you

i don't exactly have anything new to post. i'm trying to go to the UK in a few days, we'll see how that'll turn out. How often do i pray???? i've been down on my knees a lot in the past few days for this trip. i have an atheist friend who's been annoying me with his "there's no G-d" way of thinking. if this trip goes how i want it for the first time, then i'm going to smack the daylights out of him and have no regrets about it, and i'll even let him know why, normally i don't bother with trying to challenge him on the whole religious thing. but seriously, if i get my way just this once, he'll hear it.

i'm moving home, in like, a week. the apartment is still a disaster and i still have to pack most of my stuff, but it shall get done one way or another. i'm sick of the guys upstairs, rude inconsiderate jerks that bounce around and keep me up all night long.

i have yet another crush now, well, not really, but it's the person i'm going to go see in the UK. freddy. i want to meet him so bad, but i just saw some resent pictures of him and they kinda frightened me. he lieeeedddd in his other piccies, but i still wanna meet him. he makes me laugh and he's sweet.

ok, that's all

*Sigh* ok, I guess I'm pretty pathetic, but the homesickness has gotten to a point that I just can't take much more. That and I'm sick of the airline, at least for the holidays. We've been having nothing but these wheelchairs, and it's one right after another every single effing flight we might as well be called Cripple Airlines. I have to fight to board a flight now, I always seem to be scheduled for the damn ramp and you get worn out fast from three aisle chairs and countless wheelchairs in just one day.
Who in the HELL would make their parents or grandparents or friends or family who are confined to wheelies or can't walk or always hurt, get on an aircraft and come all the way out to them??? Talk about being jerks. I just don't don't want to do this anymore.

But good news now. As I said I'm pretty homesick, but instead of just going home, guess what?? I'M MOVING BACK!!! And no one seems to hate that idea at all. I'll be living with my stepsister Aerynn. We've already found out where we want to be, the apartment is awesome, great price nice footage and good area, right in the middle of everything. Aerynn's been on this shopping spree lately and it's absolutley hilarious. i'll be flying home to visit and an interview of two next week. Hopefully i can just get a full time job with a vet hospital and move back withing a month.


yeay!

the greatist one ever. As most of you know i'm a dog freak and hate people who abuse or neglect animals. Well tonight the manager for American Eagle brought in a chuwawa puppy, no more than 2 months old. It was energentic cute and just down right irresistable. We were calling him Tank. Then I found out why he was there. Apperantly one of our baggage delievry people works for the tribune in the morning and happend to be out in the back when she heard a noise coming from the dumpster. When she looked in she saw about 6 of these puppies. SIX!!!!! What kind of sick twisted jackoff would do something like that!?!?!? Anyway, by the grace of G-d she was able to get them out of there and bring them home. Five of those puppies were found homes in no time, this one we're having trouble with though. The Eagle manager was going to be the owner at first but then reasons still unknown to me made it impossible so she brought the little guy to work. Kris, another coworker in Eagle said she wanted it but she'd have to get permission from her husband. DENIED! *tear*. So we asked everyone we knew, heck, eevryone wanted it, but noone could have it, including me, my apartment complex doesn't allow pets of any shape or size. Then one of our TSA guys gets a great idea. take him out into the terminal with all of the passengers! So he walks out with Tank craddled in his arm completely swooning everyone with the story of how he was found in a trash bin, a couple almost took him but couldn't at the last moment. And then Chuck Liddel and his girl friend walks in. For those of you who don't know who Chuck is, google his name. He's a local hero around San Luis Obispo, completely cute (though his taste in girl friends could be improved a few notches), and a hell of a fighter (his profession). Anyway Eli, the TSA guy strolls on by innocently and Chucke's girl sees the puppy and completely flips out. Eli again tells the story about the dumpster and how we're thrying to find a good home for him when she turn to Chuck and begs him if she can have it. He sais he doesn't care, she squeels happily and takes our Tank. So there you have it, he went from the garbage to riches with a "sure I don't care."
thank you Chuck

I haven't had a corndog in forever. so i went to the store and got a box. Ate a few and you know what? THEY'RE FANTASTIC!!!! I can't believe i every stopped eating them! when i was little corndogs were their own foodgroup to me, along with hot dogs and mac&cheese. Little greasy, but yum! So then i get this idea to think what i loved when i was a little tyke, so i just threw a list out there:

food
cartoon
movie
book(s)
after school snack. . .

So I came home form work and had a cut up apple and peanut butter, corndogs and string cheese for lunch watched daffy duck and Beauty and the Beast while i was eating and afterward i snuggled down with a teddy i brought out of the dust and in my pj bottoms and re read a princess/dragon book i haven't seen in ages!!!! oh it wonderful to be a kid again

ok, nothing exactly new lately, still have same job, same roommate, same apartment. but damn! it's been a while since I've posted anything. well let's see. sometime in January we had a car run into the side of our apartment and left a huge frigging hole. took them a month or so to fix we were freezing at night during that time, yes, we stayed in the same apartment, we had too much crap to move and since we still had one room left they weren't going to move us out. It sucked but it's over with now.

we got our first newly painted plane in s few nights ago!! they're so pretty! yeay! they say USAirways on them and not America West anymore! better color scheme too.

anyway up to date: lately- i met a friend while at work. got a phone call, it was a male passenger calling asking what time ticketing hours were, that her had a e voucher to use (e vouchers are gift certificates we give away to people who volenteer to go on other flights if we're oversold, we love these people), i asked them if they had done this over the phone with reservations since we made this voucher specifically for them, but the passenger answered very frustrated that they were too much of a pain in the rear end and wanted someone who spoke English to help them out, so i said why not and told them to come in and I'd help them out. an hour or so later a woman was standing at the counter and i was helping her and we got into a fun conversation, somewhere at the end of it she was just about to leave she asked if i knew anyone who would be interested in dog sitting since she and her husband were gone a lot. I immediately jumped up and down excitedly since i love my doggies. We exchanged numbers a week later she gives me a call invites me over to meet the dogs and take a tour of the house. that's what i just got back from and it was great. She's the older version of me!

except i hope i don't pick up a habit of smoking in my future. I'm a doggy sitter now! including a few other things she might have me do here and there.

\m/^_^\m/

granted the new apartment has two bedrooms instead of one and it's a whole lot bigger. so that means that the roommate and i won't be spending so much together time which makes me want to kill someone. but it's 1050 a month and she's still having her parents pay for all of her stuff, rent, gas, phone, etc. and i pay for myself. she was attempting the dishes last night and my stomach turned so violently when i was watching her i had her give me the damn dishes and put the left overs in tupaware. her parents never taught her the little things in life and if they did she didn't grab all of it. even dishes. i do not like dishes being airdreid. it leaves water spots and if you didn't get everything off the crap is either in the water spot or permanantly cemented onto the plate. towel dry wipes it off and gets the plate into the cubbord giving you more counter space. vaccuuming - if you go over the stupid spot too fast you wont get all of the dirt and if you do it sparraticly instead of maybe in rows you miss spots alltogether. laundry - when you have a basket full of dirty clothes and they're smelly, sure wash 'em, but the only way they're going to be stained is if an artical from the darks is still bleededing while being washed, otherwise it IS safe to wash lights and darks together once and a while, you don't need to waste $4 worth of washer change for 2 machines that aren't even half full.

work - kevin has been favoring a certain someone pushing her ahead of me any chance he gets, basicly making her a lead when she's only been there 6 months and i've been there over a year. afterward i got mad and spent about three days in some serious PMS attitued. he finally talked to the station gossip about her big mouth and then to be "fair" he pulled everyone asside and had a "talk" with them, of course i was special and he had to scold me about happy at work (before my PMS) so he told me to hate my job. then i get stuck as his confrence call hampster b/c he has class and no one will cme in for the 30 mintues to listen to head honchos chatter. but i have to do it in the main office, so i have people walking in and out through a very squeeky door and rummaging crap around and what's the point if i can't hear them about 1/2 the time?!?!?!?!?!

i'm not going to ireland unless some mirical happens, which i'm praying for believe me. i just spent everything on a POS izuzu rodeo which the only real thing i can say good about it is that it gets me from point A to point B. but it's used and i've found a few uglies about it.

yey, i'm still logged in!! that means i don't have to remember my password. i hate remembering passwords. you know why i don't write often? because i have no life. yep that's why. at the moment it's about 12:40am and i can't sleep because tiffany is snoring obnoxiously loud. so i got on the puter hoping that carrll is going to get on. carrll's my buddy in ireland, i'm going to ireland on the 30th and staying with him. he's the perverted type that makes you giggle and feel liked at least, not whore like. i like him, he's adorable - slightly older - but he's sweet. and it's a great excuse to go to ireland without imposing on my brother. i cooked today - tiffany had thirds - why do i bother cooking if i don't even get seconds because she eats so much? she doesn't know how to controll herself and it's frankly very frustrating - living with someone who's been so spoiled all their life that they have no idea how to accomidate to another person. i guess i'm doing the kids at the dorms a favor by suffering for them. someone at work made the crude comment on that - that now i know how Jesus felt suffering for others - no - i don't know how he felt - but i respect him more now i tell ya. it sucks - seriously. dangit carrll get on msn.

waiting for a man - he should be at work by now -and he gets on msn when he gets to work. i wanna talk to my pet- he makes me laugh.

my oh so noisy neighbors started throwing all of their stuff over the balconey yesterday morning, dvd players, chairs, clothes. i was all thinking, 'wow, spring has just hardly begun and they're spring cleaning hardcore. . . .dedicated. . . ' should've known better than that. but this mornign there's a u-hal here, and these two girls are mving their stuff into a very empty apartment, i was so excited i actully went out depite how sick i am and said hello, not the best impresson to make while sniffinf and coughing and generalysounding likt a toad, but they're nice, so sweet, and short. . .

ok, not cool. tiff leaves for like, 10 days and the DAY she leaves i get wicked sick. and i seariously wanted to grab my man and bring him hom ewith me, 'cause his place kinda creeps me out, his roommate's female, so there's bras and stuff everywhere. i'll lie and say i'm better, then bring him home with me. tiff!!! stay in turlock!!!!

don't like it. started out as a slight case of tonsilitis about noon day before yesterday, then i just kept getting dizzy, couldn't stand right for more than a few seconds before i had to sit down. a few hours later i start thowing up, and when iw asn't throwing my cookies i felt bad enough to where i wish i was. then the head stuffieness kicked in and by the time i was getting ready to go to bed i was COLD!! it was 70 degrees in that apartment and i was shivering the whole night. i couldn't get warm, not even the next morning when i was still stiffy headed, sik to my stomach, dizzy and my gut felt like i had a rat inside chewing away at the stomach lineing - painfully. then i have to go to work, i couldn't find anyone to cover my shift. i get ther and they said i was like the living dead. so i was ever colder (neer tears cold) down on the ramp, cause they didn't want me neer the passengers with whatever it was that i had. so i'm shivering violently by then and i feel like i'm about to hark when they finaly let me go home and i sleep for a strait 14 hours. then i wake up this morning and i still have a headache that painkillers don't seem to want to touch, my nose is stuffy, neck muscles are still cramped and no matter what i eat my tummy still hurts, but at least im not throwing up

you know it's seriously awasome when you find an exact date on something so silly. i was going through some of my old journals from 7th grade, with the terrible (and that's no joke) spelling and odd shaped letters, when i came across 9/23/06. and it talked about how i met another girl that day, how i didn't think she liked me, she didn't speak to me and left shortly after, how i was upset at denise for bringing her over when it left me in an awkward state. 9/23/06 was the day i met my best freand sherry walter. 9/23, which is funny, cause that's the date on my badge as date of hire for my current job too, i guess it's just a good day

for the past three days and for the next two our flights are completely overbooked. no seats left. . . not even for our poor nonrevs(employees and family members who don't need to pay but only go if there's a seat left) well we had two on our early morning flgiht, the cooies. cute little married couple about my age. well they weren't able to get ont hat flight, or the next one or the next one. so now all that's left is the vegas flgiht at 9:10pm, and they aren't getting on that one either. she's in tears 'cause she's going to miss work for the third time insuring her termination. i felt so horrible that i spent the next twenty minutes searching the database for anyting to phoenix, AZ. there was only ONE flgiht, monterey. and it was at noon the next day. they didn't have much money left or a ride, so i spurred it and said they could stay the night with me and i would take them the three hour drive to monterey the next morning since i had the day off. they were so happy she broke into tears again. so they stayed the night and i tok them the next morning (today) and talked to ticket agent there just to make sure there was going to be nothing wrong with the flight. they got out ok and i absoutly refused the money they tried to give me in return. so i hung out in montrey the whole day.

sorry, but it's gonna be a rant.
since i moved here from home (where i know everyone) i have been constantly alone, and i hate it. no one has called me and hardly written and the lonelyness that shoves into my face is dang near unbareable. i work at the san luis airport and the people i work with are the ONLY people i know here. considering i've been here for four months and still haven't made any good friends is a bad sign. the only person i see out of work is albert, who is my apperant boyfriend. yes, i'm not sure. i think he's the type that believes until you're married you can have more than one woman anytime, and he's been treating me like a disposable whore for the past three weeks. it's valentines day and i haven't heard from him at all and he hasn't even picked up his phone when i called, which means he's having sex, it's the only time he won't answer it. so i feel like crap and want to cry, since i started out hating this day from the start he's not making it any better. so, yes, that's the short and ugly, oh, and he shares a bed with his roommate, whom is female.
it's sad, even my father admits that i will never find a decent guy because of my masculenity. i work on cars and with aircraft, able to sling 80 lbs obove my head and according to people i work with i'm all sorts of tough, and with that comes less and less beauty, so i'm not exaclty what you'd call pretty. and with how i'm treated relationship-wise it just proves it all the more. i'm so sick of being alone.