its all a beautiful blur











{Sunday, July 20}
Women are stupid stupid creatures and put up with way too much bullshit from men. The phrase "give him an inch and he'll take a mile" applies to my boyfriend, well as long as he's still my boyfriend. Who know's whats going to happen within the next couple of days. I suppose I should elaborate. Before I elaborate I need to enter in a little background information. *dum dum dum* My boyfriend and I made a deal that if he quit smoking by Christmas I'd buy him an Xbox. I bought him the Xbox, and I thought he quit smoking, but lo and behold I find out he's been doing it behind my back since then. I feel used and taken for granted. He doesnt think its a big deal, but to me I have to wonder if he'll lie to me about that, then what else is he willing to lie to me about. Especially after he tells me a few weeks ago that he would never hide anything from me because his best friend wouldnt let him, his best friend told him not to tell me about the smoking!! There goes that cover. I cant trust what else he's hiding from me. Im completely heartbroken. He was even asking a friend of mine to give him smokes and hide it from me! Im glad I have work today and tomorrow, it gives me a chance to not be around him to hopefully clear my head. Even though if I try and "discuss" it, he'll only turn it around and make it my fault. *sigh* Times like this I want to give up on relationships completely...


{Wednesday, July 9}
Ahh.. the joys of work.

Lies. We're fairly busy today and it sucks. Im dead tired and feel rather shitty because of that reason. And I dont get to go home until another 5 hours. Blah. I had a good day yesterday though. Wing night is always fun. There was only a few of us, but after we ate we played pool for a little while and then went for ice cream. Shh about it going to my hips, frig that I wanted ice cream. After ice cream my friend and I went to town and talked for a while. Until my boyfriend called my cell wanting me to go to his house (boys are whiney). But town was good while it lasted. I enjoy sitting and talking to that particular friend, we've got tons of relationship stuff in common. We've both got relationship situations that really the only can understand. Girls need that kind of understanding every once in a while. One of these days I'll get into what kind of relationship stuff exactly, but not today, Im too tired.

I may post later in the shift when we *may* be less busy. Im just too tired to listen to customers and think at the same time. Ugh.


{Saturday, July 5}
It feels like I havent posted in forever. In all actuality it's been almost 2 weeks I think. I've been busy. There was my brother's Prom/Grad party which basically killed a week of mine. Last week I was just lazy. And work is busy as fuck and I dont get a spare minute between the whining customers bitching about their internet. Tonight is pretty slow. I wont get out early, but as long as its slow between calls I wont mind being here the next 2hrs.

I was invited to a party tonight. I dont want to go. By the time I get there everyone will already be drinking/drunk, and I'll have to walk in by myself. I dont do that. I dont arrive at places alone unless Im really comfortable where Im going. Not that the guy who's having the party wont want me to go, I've been going to random parties at his place for 3 years or so and I get along with him really well. Im just pretty anti-social, and after 11hrs of work I really dont want to go out and pretend Im not tired and cranky. That and I despise being around my boyfriend when he's drunk and Im not. It makes me even more cranky, dont ask why.

Im off tomorrow and Im supposed to see Charlie's Angles: Full Throttle with my boyfriend. I went to see T3 with him on Thursday (and hated it) and now he owes me a "girly movie". Good thing he's paying, I cant afford to spend money for the next 2 weeks, lol. Technically I cant afford to spend money for quite a while, I have to save up and get a car. My car isnt going to get my through the summer the way it looks now.

I decided I really like my new shift. I start at 12pm noon and finish at 11pm and I have Sunday/Tuesday/Thursday off. Its like everyday is my Friday. Working only one day at a time makes the week go by a whole lot quicker. And I've got some vacation time coming up. Not a whole week like everyone else (stupid superiors fucking up), but I've got 3 days booked off which will leave me working a total of 2 days in an eight day period. And I plan on calling in sick on another day because they're not fucking up my pubcrawl. All that said, I really like my shift.

Im officially bored tonight. Only an hour and a half left though. I'd rather not take calls for the next hour and a half, but a nice connectivity issue would be great, I dont care if it takes an hour and a half, it would kill some time. Im sort of looking forward to going home and just vegging in front of the tv with some popcorn. I might stop and buy some pop to go with my popcorn *thinks*. Sounds like a good idea. An hour and 10 minutes left. The countdown is on. I've got a rather nice customer on the phone now, its a messenger issue. Not too hard, not much I can do for him except rip/reinstall it. Piece of cake. Only one hour left. Score one for me. I cant wait to get home and sit up by myself and do nothing but watch crappy shows on TV, maybe I'll go online for a bit but that would be pointless because nobody will be online anyway, its Saturday.

I should end this monster before it takes over my night completely. I think I can occupy myself reading other people's blogs in the next 50 minutes, and possibly take a call or two, lol.


its all a beautiful blur

I am a twenty-seven year old Canadian girl. This is my blog.

Skin and tragedy always attract a crowd. (June 18th, 1976 by Pedro the Lion)

I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary screamin' out aloud
And I know that you'll use them however you want to.
(Breathe (2am) by Anna Nalick)


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