alecto - your little bluejay (pollytrance) wrote,
alecto - your little bluejay

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I Set Some Paint On Fire

It's been a crazy five or so days.

I feel like I just met the devil at the crossroads and now I am walking back home with my enchanted guitar, and even though I feel so high, I know it will end in doom.

Today's Monday. Hopefully this means clubbing. I love clubbing, it is my new addiction. I can't dance and I don't know the music, but I love it anyway.

Last Saturday Mike moved back to Benicia. Him, Mya and me all hung out the night he moved back and jumped on the trampoline at Stefan's house, and sat underneath the stars eating popcorn. It was the weirdest and most wonderful thing ever. There were all three of us, back in Benicia, just like it was.

Friday I went and saw Harry Potter with my mom. Every time that is the first time I see those movies I want to cry and cry, and I don't know why. Maybe this time it was owing to the fact that Dumbledore is dead and you could tell that he was ill in the movie. I don't know. I'm turning back into such the wuss I was. But I was happy as a wuss, so maybe it was for the best.

Then Saturday night, I went to see Harry Potter again with my two favourite boys, Mike and Stefan. Mike worked a 16-hour shift so he fell asleep during the movie. He was drifting in and out, occasionally being woken by me poking him in the ribs and saying, "Look! Look how SEXY he is!!" in reference to Snape.

After that, we tried to go to In-N-Out but we got there six minutes late and they wouldn't feed us. So instead we went to Denny's where we were waited on by a pale, gaunt waitress that could very well play Narcissa.

After that, Mike drove home, and my parents weren't home so Stefan came with me to spend the night and make sure that everything was ok.

(My mom, before they left for the night: "If you come back late, have Stefan walk you inside, although if there is something wrong, I don't know what his skinny body will do.")

She knows I'm tough but she still treats me like I'm five. At 16, I had no curfew, I was out all night raving and doing god knows what else, but now that I'm 18, working, funding my own adventures, and being responsible, she's tightening the reins. It's ridiculous, and driving me just a little bit insane.

So Stefan decides it will be a good idea to share the bed with me. I have a twin bed. It's instant discomfort. After an hour and a half of tossing and turning, and realising he's asleep and oblivious, I climb over him in my slippery-ass pajamas and nearly break my spine, and try to sleep in the other rooms.

Can't sleep in my brother's... there's a noisy fish tank.

Can't sleep in my parents'... they have no blinds and it's day time by now.

So I just lay in my parents' bed, eyes assaulted by the brightness, getting a headache, and wanting to be alone in my bed.

I have to be at work at eleven, and no sleep has been had. I go wake Stefan up at ten and tell him he should get ready to leave. He said he noticed that I'd gone (Well, I'd hope so, I slammed the door leaving the room) but he didn't bother to come ask me why, or to volunteer to let me have my *own* bed, even though he has no job, and I do... but anyways. I'm just being a bitch now.

So he leaves, I work, and things are smooth. I am there until two by myself and for the most part things are ok. It just takes me a while to get to the customers when they come in hordes. I decide I don't want to quit because I like the people I work with too much, and I have so many days off that it's like I'm not even working anyway.

It gets me dinner and clubs, I'm down.

Plus, I talked to my manager, and it *was* that bitch with the exotic spawn that got me in trouble. I explained to him the whole way it happened, and now I don't have to train anymore. Take that, ya gray-haired cunt-bitch!

At around 1.30, right before my shift ended, Mike came in to keep me company and buy ice cream and tip me a dollar because he's great like that. Nick also came in to begin his shift, and I spent 20 minutes over schedule finishing the dishes I wasn't able to do because of the customers. Nick came into the back and asked me if Mike was giving me a ride home or something.

"He's looking at you." he said.

"He's just my friend. He comes and visits me at work." I told him.

"Sure," he said.

"No, seriously. It would be more fun if there was a scandal, but there is no scandal."

So I finish some of the dishes and then Nick comes and chases me out, saying my friend is waiting for me, and that he'll take care of it. I want to work with Nick more often. He's great.

Mike and I go to his house, which is where he used to live when he, Mya, and I all used to live within a block or two of each other, and used to hang out all the time in 8th grade.

He shows me his new room, and I see his brother, who seems to have grown up so much that it's impossible. It feels like Mike, Mya and I haven't really grown up at all, just been away from each other. The only way I know it's real is the way other things have changed over this time, and the fact that the three of us went through high school and still were able to do it without each other.

We hang out a bit and then take Tom (his now 16-year-old gangsta brother) to Burger King.

We get there, and Tom gets waited on by a man with a Spanish accent. The man says, "Hello, may I take your order?"

Tom says, "Yes you can, mayn."

Mike and I look at each other in disbelief and stifle inappropriate floods of laughter. It still feels weird being in the car with him and Mya, because we all just used to walk everywhere together.

We come back to my house and watch Home Movies for a while, and then I take him home because I feel like I am about to pass out with exhaustion, having been awake for 24 hours or so.

I tell him that I will call him, but I sleep through everything. I have to call him today and apologise.

When I was at the mall on Wednesday, some ladies stopped me and asked me if I would pose in front of the tree. Apparently, they needed something colourful to photograph so that they could adjust the camera. I got a free print out of it. That was fun. I like being colourful and useful. I'm the most exciting tool in the box, maybe?

Also, I keep making weird mixes to play at work to encourage weird kids to come visit me at work, just for the music. Cos I want to be the employee that people come in to goggle at, cos I look funny, I play eclectic music, and because I sing the tip songs like a dying animal.

I was also able to talk to my favourite Jersey girl for an hour and a half in the wee hours of Saturday morning. That was fabulous.

Sinead O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U
Scott McKenzie - San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair)
Duran Duran - So Long Suicide
Buddy Holly - Rave On
Etta James - At Last
Pixies - Where Is My Mind?
I Won't Say I'm In Love (from Disney's Hercules)
Partners In Kryme - T-U-R-T-L-E Power
Natalie Imbruglia - Leave Me Alone
Q Lazarus - Goodbye Horses
TLC - Sumthin Wicked This Way Comes
Joan Osborne - Man In The Long Black Coat
Hooverphonic - 2 Wicky
Rasputina - The Remnants Of Percy Bass
Squirrel Nut Zippers - Got My Own Thing Now
Everclear - Santa Monica
Stabbing Westward - Save Yourself
Rasputina - Hunter's Kiss
Solid Base - Fantasy
Shirley Bassey - Where Do I Begin? (Away Team Mix)
Hooverphonic - Mad About You
Sly & The Family Stone - Everyday People
Portishead - Glory Box
Erykah Badu - On & On
Duran Duran - None Of The Above
En Vogue - Don't Let Go
Moloko - Time Is Now (Matt Darey Mix) -- during this one, two girls came in and got their groove on while I made them cappucino smoothies
Curve - Perish
Rasputina - My Orphanage
Pat Benetar - Invincible
Madonna - Like A Prayer
Bangles - Hazy Shade Of Winter
Faithless - God Is A DJ (Edit)
Ace Of Base - Voulez-Vous Danser
Garbage - Milk (Tricky Mix)
Garbage - The World Is Not Enough
White Town - Your Woman (Live 105 Mix)
Jackson 5 - Who's Loving You?
Selena - I Could Fall In Love
Johnny Hates Jazz - Shattered Dreams
Kylie Minogue - Love At First Sight
Stabbing Westward - Love At First Sight
Ace Of Base - Love In December

When I quit/get fired... I want to go to Playboy or some other porn magazine and pose in only my Cold Stone hat with melted ice cream all over or something similarly dirty, just for spite and revenge... though I have no idea who I'm pissed at. It just seems like a fun idea. Though I have a lot of work to do on my body before I can undertake something like that.

I also need to get to work on my NaNoWriMo stuff. I have been neglecting it like woah. The month is more than half over and I'm not sure whether I've even broken 10,000 yet. (I have been hand-writing some, just neglecting to post it.)

Things are beautiful.

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