An update? So soon?

Yeah, I decided to update this again, even though I JUST updated it a few days ago.

Today was slightly awful. I woke up feeling like absolute shit again. I felt like I did the day I had my asthma attack, but worse, with a headache because I slept like shit. So I laid in bed, trying to sleep, trying not to move so my head didn't hurt, and coughing and blowing my nose every few minutes. And feeling like I couldn't breath. I sucked on the inhaler for a while and then went to take a shower, but I got lightheaded and ended up laying on the bathroom floor on a towel in the fetal position for a while. I tried to call into work, but my mom wouldn't let me. So I went to work and told her to fuck off and called people cunts and that was lovely. If I had called into the theater or EB like that, they'd have given me the day off. Her excuse for not letting me stay home was because I'd taken a lot of weekends off. Bull-fucking-shit. Who cares? There's a guy who works there that takes every Wednesday-Saturday off. I was legitimately ill. Gay. I can't wait until I'm done working there.

And today was gay too. I was working with a new guy, Jake for the night, with Michelle too, the owners daughter I think, but only with her for a little while. They're both alright, but they're 16 and make me wonder if I was that annoying when I was 16, which I probably was. Both of them seem to know just about everything about the world, and that annoys me a little. But they're both reasonably smart, so they're good. But one thing that bugs me about that place is Friday Night Movie Night. One thing I've thankfully avoided all summer is engaging in political discussions with the owner. He's very left wing, a proud member of the Green Party. I don't trust far-left and far-right political parties. I believe that they're detrimental to the American way and self-serving. And I would tell him that if he asked me my opinions, but he hasn't. Instead, he subjects audiences of like-minded patrons to left-wing movies that are all anti-Bush and the like. Look, I'm not a huge Bush fan either, but he's not the anti-Christ like those liberals make him out to be. And really, can you take anyone on the left seriously that's criticizing Geerge Bush after attending college? I know I can't. I like all my classes and the like, but there's just so much stupid, overblown Bush-bashing. And all those movies do is remind me of all the stupid arguments that I had in POL 369: Terrorism and Political Violence to the group of anarchists in the front row that had the approval of Dr. Venable. Nice lady, but I wasn't surprised that I got a C+ in that class considering I called the American Revolutionaries terrorists.

But anyhow, back to my original rant. Movie night is awful because of the political leanings, but also because the owner likes to debate the movies after, and the movies usually end after 10, which is closing time. The kitchen closes at 9. So by like, 9:45, I'm generally done with all my work and I just go out front, have a drink, and read the NY Times, which is my newspaper of choice at this point because the Post Star is awful and the Times Union just bitches about Albany, and, quite frankly, I don't care about Albany. I like fictional stories better anyhow. But, tonight, the owner, his girlfriend, and her kids decided to stay and talk to Jake's mother and father RIGHT NEXT TO THE REGISTER. And they decided to talk to Jake while he was trying to count the till. Now, Jake isn't stupid or anything, but he doesn't know how to close yet. He's only done it a few times. He goes slow as hell when he doesn't have people distracting him, but when he has people talking to him the entire time, it's awful. I ended up sweeping, mopping, taking out the garbage, and bagging up the bread on the front end, leaving his only responsibility being counting the register, and we still didn't get out until 10:45. Fucking gay.

Right now, as in, this very moment, I'm tired, but I'm hungry. I'm almost tempted to run out and get something to eat, but I don't really feel awake enough to go. I looked upstairs, and the food selection is poor at best. I don't know what my parents are doing with groceries, but they aren't buying them, that's for sure. For some reason, we have three bottles of barbeque sauce though. I'm not complaining. Some people don't have barbeque sauce at their houses, and when they do, it's some weird, down-state brand that I'm skeptical of and avoid. Apparently, my parents want me to give back my Mobil/Exxon card, because their gas bill was 600 dollars, and I charged more than my dad. My parents also want me to save money for school. The unfortunate thing that my parents don't seem to realize is that if I have to buy my own gas, I won't have cash for school. I mean, I don't spend that much, between gas and tolls, maybe $200 a month, and this is only for the summer. At school, I fill up my tank maybe once every 3 weeks, if that. And it's not like they're buying me anything else this summer. They haven't bought anything besides gas and tolls, I've even paid for all my doctors visits, which I feel falls as a parental responsibility. And yes, while I might have a job and I might be 20, almost 21, my parents spend a FUCK of a lot more on Kristen and Ericka's babysitting fees, which probably come out to about $200 a week. But if they're really serious about the gas thing, then I'm going to start seriously whining about how my door on my car is broken that I haven't asked them to fix really, and I'll start whining about how the window in my car is broken that I haven't asked them to fix really, and how I need new tires for my car, which I haven't even mentioned to them. And then I'll run out of money again at school and they'll have to give me money during the school year again, and they won't save any money at all. Sounds like a plan to me. Because, really, I'm going to spend as much as I do on gas now even without that. This summer is lame enough half the time, without being able to drive down to Staten Island to see Rita would make me miserable.

Alright, I'm going to go. I'm still debating food. I don't know though. I'm a little more tired now, but also a little more hungry. I ran out of snack food. I was going to wait until Sunday to go to the store because the lovely Rita Torsney-Sullivan is coming up to celebrate the 4th of July with yours truly, but I might have to go now and get some snackage. Maybe some Munchos. I like those. Best chips ever. Salty, but not greasy, at all, unlike my nuts. I could go for some cookies too. I liked those Elf cookies for a while with fudge in the middle, but I was getting the double-fudge, and then quadruple-fudging them, and that's just way too much fucking fudge. It grossed me out. I always end up eating one more than I should have. Maybe I'll get some Chips Ahoy! cookies. I like them. The double-chocolate ones are delicious. Rita got me on a Tostitos and Salsa kick for a while, but the last can of Salsa I got didn't taste that good, so I don't know about those. And I'm back on the Pepsi again. Delicious caffeine. So happy-inducing. But I'm not that bad with it. I go several days without a bottle, and I usually don't finish that one bottle for a couple of days (I'm talking 20oz). I think I'm going to go to Hannaford and wander around aimlessly, buying random junk food and convincing most of the employees that I'm probably stoned.

BURRAP!