Thursday, June 17, 2004
Ok, guys. Haven't posted in a while. A lot of things on my dish right now. Lets discuss...
I got a job. Some of you already know, but for the ones who don't...I got a job. Its at a little pizza restaurant. I do just about every job you can think of that would be legal in a pizza restaurant. I waitress,answer phones,cook,clean,take pick up orders, get boxes set,stock, and help the Hispanics learn some English. Its actually a pretty hard job. Surprising, yes...But true. There is ALOT of things to remember and if you fuck up one small note, you're fucked. It doesn't help when the old,frail owner is there causing confusion that isn't needed. He is the owner, so what can I do? I can watch him and his family fight and answer 184 questions. Hey, its money. The place is made up of about 12-15 Hispanics and my white ass. The owners are also white but I don't count them. The Hispanics range from Portuguese to Mexican. Ya know, Spanish...Hispanics? So they all speak half English half Spanish. I love standing around a group of guys and not know what anyone is saying. That makes you feel educated and cultured. I can help out in difficult situations though. I can let them know what "car keys" and "kids" are and write them down in a flowery notebook which they will take home and study. There is one Hispanic cook that I absolutely love. No need to call "US Magazine" but hes just a little, older, Hispanic, cook. I am fascinated by this guy because he is endlessly happy. Always whistling and smiling. Or cleaning his shoes. This cook has a laugh that resembles nothing shy of a witches. This cook said "ARIBA!" today and I immediately started laughing. I help him out, and he helps me out. I don't know his name. By the end of the 11hr or so day I am left with a tired body from either working hard or laughing. So its all good.
Second batch of business. I will be working at a radio station. Its an online based radio station and it will be a 4hr show. Pretty sweet, right? My sister and I will have our own little show, one day a week depending on repeated recordings. I think it will be a fun thing to do. I have never done anything like this, so the experience alone should be well worth it. Its called, I believe, WKBOXRADIO. I will let you all know the details when I know them. It should be a great time, and I will take suggestions for the shows name.
That is all for today, I wanted to write a witty topic...But we all know that will never happen as long as I am doing the typing. So peace out for now...I'll catch you all soon.
"Hooray for me, Billy! Hooray for me!!"
I got a job. Some of you already know, but for the ones who don't...I got a job. Its at a little pizza restaurant. I do just about every job you can think of that would be legal in a pizza restaurant. I waitress,answer phones,cook,clean,take pick up orders, get boxes set,stock, and help the Hispanics learn some English. Its actually a pretty hard job. Surprising, yes...But true. There is ALOT of things to remember and if you fuck up one small note, you're fucked. It doesn't help when the old,frail owner is there causing confusion that isn't needed. He is the owner, so what can I do? I can watch him and his family fight and answer 184 questions. Hey, its money. The place is made up of about 12-15 Hispanics and my white ass. The owners are also white but I don't count them. The Hispanics range from Portuguese to Mexican. Ya know, Spanish...Hispanics? So they all speak half English half Spanish. I love standing around a group of guys and not know what anyone is saying. That makes you feel educated and cultured. I can help out in difficult situations though. I can let them know what "car keys" and "kids" are and write them down in a flowery notebook which they will take home and study. There is one Hispanic cook that I absolutely love. No need to call "US Magazine" but hes just a little, older, Hispanic, cook. I am fascinated by this guy because he is endlessly happy. Always whistling and smiling. Or cleaning his shoes. This cook has a laugh that resembles nothing shy of a witches. This cook said "ARIBA!" today and I immediately started laughing. I help him out, and he helps me out. I don't know his name. By the end of the 11hr or so day I am left with a tired body from either working hard or laughing. So its all good.
Second batch of business. I will be working at a radio station. Its an online based radio station and it will be a 4hr show. Pretty sweet, right? My sister and I will have our own little show, one day a week depending on repeated recordings. I think it will be a fun thing to do. I have never done anything like this, so the experience alone should be well worth it. Its called, I believe, WKBOXRADIO. I will let you all know the details when I know them. It should be a great time, and I will take suggestions for the shows name.
That is all for today, I wanted to write a witty topic...But we all know that will never happen as long as I am doing the typing. So peace out for now...I'll catch you all soon.
"Hooray for me, Billy! Hooray for me!!"
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
People from school. *Gags* I had me a tight group of friends in high school. Consisted of about 10 people. The rest of the people were either assholes, or they wouldn't give you the time of day. So basically they were all assholes.
So I attended high school for a little over a year. That's right kids, I quit. Half way through 10th grade I said, "fuck this shit". But I really didn't see it as a step down for my future. I know many people would disagree with me, but honestly I am better off now. I did, however, get my GED. I can basically wipe my ass with that. But I did get it, so I can go to college if I decide to.
I want to get into music, and performing. A long shot, I know. I just like to write songs and sing, eventhough at times I am rather shy while trying to perform. But that is a fear/thing that I will have to overcome. I honestly don't have a problem singing in front of big groups, but its when someone says "hey, sing this..." Then I freeze. Basically.
But that's besides my point here. High school. Back on track. Since leaving school, I have lost all contact with all my friends. Here and there I will see one of them out somewhere, or chat with them on the IM, but other then that, nadda. Its partially my fault, but I am always the one to think, "Well if they wanted to hang, they'd call to". But everytime I talk to one of them, my thoughts become their thoughts. Ill take that with a grain of sand. Im Italian, we don't trust anyone.
Then there is a small group of people who I will see, that I never talked to in high school and never had the desire to, who will always be where you are and will say "Hey!". Its like, "I don't know you bitch, and we never talked to eachother before, whats this HEY shit?". As you can tell im very welcoming. Seriously though, I cant wrack my brain around it. Suddenly I am being asked how I have been doing, and what I have been up to. What the fuck is this 20 Questions? Who are you?!!! But I usually answer by saying, "Oh nothing, howve you been?"...In actuality I do not want an answer, but I listen. Then I get the question from the person I am with, "Who was that?" Either I know and say, "oh that was so-and-so we never talked in high school, she/he must want something" or I say "I don't fuckin know". Its just weird to me that these people want to know answers to questions that you ask good friends, but we are not good friends or even know eachother.
Ugh.
People are strange, when you're a stranger. That's for God damn sure.
So I attended high school for a little over a year. That's right kids, I quit. Half way through 10th grade I said, "fuck this shit". But I really didn't see it as a step down for my future. I know many people would disagree with me, but honestly I am better off now. I did, however, get my GED. I can basically wipe my ass with that. But I did get it, so I can go to college if I decide to.
I want to get into music, and performing. A long shot, I know. I just like to write songs and sing, eventhough at times I am rather shy while trying to perform. But that is a fear/thing that I will have to overcome. I honestly don't have a problem singing in front of big groups, but its when someone says "hey, sing this..." Then I freeze. Basically.
But that's besides my point here. High school. Back on track. Since leaving school, I have lost all contact with all my friends. Here and there I will see one of them out somewhere, or chat with them on the IM, but other then that, nadda. Its partially my fault, but I am always the one to think, "Well if they wanted to hang, they'd call to". But everytime I talk to one of them, my thoughts become their thoughts. Ill take that with a grain of sand. Im Italian, we don't trust anyone.
Then there is a small group of people who I will see, that I never talked to in high school and never had the desire to, who will always be where you are and will say "Hey!". Its like, "I don't know you bitch, and we never talked to eachother before, whats this HEY shit?". As you can tell im very welcoming. Seriously though, I cant wrack my brain around it. Suddenly I am being asked how I have been doing, and what I have been up to. What the fuck is this 20 Questions? Who are you?!!! But I usually answer by saying, "Oh nothing, howve you been?"...In actuality I do not want an answer, but I listen. Then I get the question from the person I am with, "Who was that?" Either I know and say, "oh that was so-and-so we never talked in high school, she/he must want something" or I say "I don't fuckin know". Its just weird to me that these people want to know answers to questions that you ask good friends, but we are not good friends or even know eachother.
Ugh.
People are strange, when you're a stranger. That's for God damn sure.
