hey mister gym employee,
it was awful nice of you to compliment my “ink”, but rather annoying when you took that as an opportunity to brag about your own tattoo and how you “might” be on the cover of a tattoo magazine sometime in the distant future when i was obviously trying to leave.
i hate being social. more importantly, i hate tools. but i have a 5 day free pass and i am going to try to use up every bit of my free time before i move.
i’ve been meaning to buy a good set of watercolors for a little while now. i’ve also been waiting for a 50% off coupon and, of course, when there finally is one… Jo-Ann’s has all fine arts/paint supplies for 25% off. grumble grumble.
so i decided to hit up our competitor, Michaels, and use their 50% off at their own store. i was so happy to see that the paint and supplies were NOT on sale (thus allowing me to actually be able to use the coupon!) and was even more happy to discover that they are now accepting competitors coupons!
the craft world is a crazy place, folks. Jo-Ann’s is like the step-parent that wants to buy its kids love because it doesn’t really want to put in any effort otherwise… so they’ll let you use as many coupons, from as many places/devices (news paper, email print out, smartphone app, price matching other stores, etc), on as many items as you want. other craft stores are not like this at all and only accept coupons from their store. since i rarely shop elsewhere for my crafting needs, i never realized what a huge fucking inconvenience this really is for the customer….
i drove down the road to the Michael’s by my work when i finished for the day… browsed through the watercolors and decided that if i am going to spend money, i might as well spend it on a good brand. i picked out the Winsor & Newton: Cotman Watercolor Compact Set. it was about $40 (rounded up) regular price, but i had that beautiful 50% off coupon burning a hole in my iphone… AND a Jo-Ann’s 40% off coupon i was planning on using for a set of brushes. i go to cash out and asked, to make sure, if they accept coupons from other stores. the lady told me yes, and i had her scan my Michael’s one first from my apps* (*more complaining about the Michael’s app to follow!), then went to give her my Jo-Ann’s coupon and she said they only allow one per purchase. so i said (learning from the people i cash out on a daily basis…) “that’s okay, make it a separate transaction.”
“it’s only one coupon, per item, per person, per store, per day.” how about you take all your “per”s and SHOVE’EM. now i know why my store is always so damn busy…. we actually let people use as many freakin’ coupons as they can get their hands on.
so i said “that’s fine, i’ll just take the paint…” and cashed out.
here comes the little * rant…. when i opened my Michael’s app a while ago, it prompted me to “sign up” or whatever nonsense. i didn’t pay much attention to it. after opening my 50% off coupon in the app today, it had me click a button to “redeem now” on the coupon, which then took me to a screen that has a barcode for the “one-time use” coupon, with a button on that page that says “tap when done” to basically “throw out” or delete the discount.
ARE. YOU. FUCKING. KIDDING. ME. ?!!!!.
not only can you ONLY use one coupon at this crapstore (crap… craft.. heh), but the fucking app will only let you use a coupon ONCE?!! what fucking horse shit.
anyway, i’m not an idiot. i left the app open as i drove home and hit up the Michael’s that’s by my house, bought the brushes and all is well.
well, except for the fact that Michael’s is cheap as hell. fuck you, Michael’s.
so i move in less than a month and a half… and i had the stupid idea of having a “birthday/moving” party. i just made the “event” on facebook and i am already freaking out. nobody is going to show up. or everybody is going to be bored. i hate this so much already.
i feel so weird when other people refer to me as “little”, “skinny”, or “tiny”. i don’t think that i am. i have lost 30+ lbs since fall of 2011, but that doesn’t really seem like such a great accomplishment to me. a lady i work with calls me “skinny minnie” all the time, since we both were on weight watchers around the same time and she is proud of my progress. and today, a random stranger i was cutting fabric for and i were talking about thrift shopping and she said something along the lines of “well, you’re tiny - so you can find a lot more things at those places!” uhhh. i wish i was tiny. i still have 10 lbs to go on my weight loss (christmas only set me back 5+ pounds… i thought it’d be more!) meh. whatever. i should take the compliments.
hi.
i feel like i never use this blog to write anymore. sure, i am on it all the time… reblogging photos, quotes, and such. posting instagram images. blah blah blah. but i never take the time to actually write anymore.
I think I want a long distance relationship. Seriously.
Any takers?
a long distance relationship isn’t something anyone should ever want.
do you really want to miss somebody every second of every minute of every hour of every day? do you really want to have hundreds of miles between you and the one person you love? do you really want to feel the most excruciating heartbreak when you have to say goodbyes in the airport, not knowing exactly when you will see them next?
no. you don’t want that. none of us do. but we are in these long distance relationships because we are in love and know that one day, god willing, it will be a relationship. no distance.
#1: showers.
there are two shower tents on our site… one only male, the other is co-ed but with designated times (females getting about 3 or 4 hours split into different parts of the day, males getting showers almost all day long). I got back from a long fucking day of work, sweating my ass off in 98 degree sunlight… and when we get back to our site and head to showers, they tell us they are just switching over to the male time. meanwhile, the male-only shower tent is vacant. no line. no one even in it. I call bullshit.
#2: people.
so, there is a female who I am actually friends with and she has had night shifts since she has gotten here. (night shifts = sitting around wherever you are told to be from 6a-6p, not actually doing anything). my platoon has been on the fuel site (our job) everyday, all day, since we had gotten here. she has constantly been making annoying remarks like “well, time for my night shift! I get to be a soldier while you all get to sleep!” and complains that she can’t sleep during the day without someone walking by the tent to wake her up… well, tomorrow she finally has to work at the fuel site during the day and is making it seem like its such a big fucking deal. “guys, can you keep it down? I have to work at the fuel site all day tomorrow and it’s going to be like 90 degrees. I’m going to be so cranky.” …. listen bitch, you keep it down and actually work for once. we have a week left of actual fuel missions and I do not have patience anymore.
we never talk. the only time we talk is to argue the fact that we never talk. you can’t even tell me how you feel. “I don’t know” is getting old. I literally begged you to tell me how you feel, or what you wanted from me. you don’t get it. I’m always mad. you’re always emo. this isn’t working. you aren’t trying. I’m tired of wasting effort. you don’t act like you even want me. other people are paying attention to me. you’re losing me. hope you’re happy with the outcome of your actions. this isn’t my fault, because at least I gave it a try.
they all fly out of the woodworks and gravitate towards me?
can’t that kinda thing just happen when i’m actually LOOKING? not when i give up all hope?
this makes girls like me psychotic and stupid and crazy.
but i can’t help but feel better about a certain situation… or, start to feel better about it.
and i hope things change for the better.
and i know there are people that have it far worse than i do, so i shouldn’t complain…
but i don’t have enough money to even buy groceries. i have popcorn and oatmeal to last me until next friday. that is it, and i can’t simply put it on my credit card because i don’t have enough money to pay off my credit card. i quit my gym because i can’t afford the $15 a month. i can’t buy any fabric/supplies for my senior collection until i get my tax money, which isn’t until february. i can barely fill my tank to make it to work. i don’t have the luxury of parents that pay for everything for me. i don’t have a high-paying job that gives me 40+ hours a week. i don’t have things handed to me. and i don’t want things handed to me. but what i do want is a fucking pizza.
thats what i’m buying friday. a fucking $5 pizza from Little Ceasars. why there? because it’s only $5 fucking dollars for an entire fucking pizza. that’s why.
and left a voicemail that is probably asking me to come in. I know I told them I needed hours, but this will be one of my only days off before school… today is the only day off I’ll have until next Friday. and i feel like junk. and there is snow on my car that I do not want to brush off. and I don’t have a good enough reason to even think about putting pants on at any point today.
I’m going back to sleep.
i’m not answering my phone anymore.
all people call me for is to do stupid shit for them because they know i can’t say no.
fuck.
I just spent the last 2 hours arguing with someone who I used to care so much about, and it’s over and done for good. I was at my wits end, crying and just so sick of everything… then I turned on my iPod and everything is going to be okay.
thank you, Bayside. you changed my life. I cannot wait to get my tattoo tomorrow.
figuratively, of course. because I don’t really feel like wearing pants today. but, I’m going to just woman-up and do what needs to be done, say what needs to be said, and hopefully get what I want.
