September 02
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tags: offline life
· FAVICON Contest
I’m up at 8;38 am……because WHO DECIDES TO CALL ME AT THIS TIME TO GET INFORMATION FOR SCHOOL?
Lisa.
THIS GIRL SPENT LIKE 50,000 MINUTES CARESSING HER DAMN EMERGENCY CARD AND HARASSING US ABOUT IT THAT SHE FORGOT TO FILL OUT HALF OF IT.
LISA THINKS JUST BECAUSE SHE HAS A MEDIOCRE LIFE THAT SHE CAN BOMB MINE WITH PHONECALLS ANYTIME SHE LEAVES THE HOUSE AT 5 AM FOR HIGH SCHOOL. UH NO GIRL THERE IS A REASON I GO TO COLLEGE IF I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU VIA CELL PHONE I WOULD TRUST ME. I DONT EVEN TALK TO THIS GIRL WHEN SHES AT HOME IN MY FACE WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WANNA HELP HER THIS EARLY IN THIS MORNING!!!!!!!!!!
ON TOP OF THAT MY EYE IS SWOLLEN AND I CANT GO BACK TO SLEEP BECAUSE IM OVER HERE IN PAIN.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Then TO TOP IT OFF I ended the call to go find her my moms social security stumbling up the damn stairs like a drunken idiot because im so tired I can hardly stand and my mom is just chillin there awake asking me like hey what are you doing up because she just never sleeps or something. I get the card and I go downstairs nd as I text her it the idiot CALLS ME AGAIN.GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
im sooooosososo tired and i was having the best dream of ppl making fun of me over them getting married at age 20 and I said OH well tahts young and they were like UH NO U TELLIN ME IM TOO YOUNG TO BE MARRIED? then i got up and i left the party and cried outside woooooooooooo k thats it. i hate you lisa. you will pay.
August 31
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tags: offline life
· FAVICON Contest
Just got back from my interview at best buy. I don’t know exactly what to think but I’m definitely NOT getting my hopes up. We all know how that goes. It ends in 3 extra pounds and hairy legs because you’re too depressed to shave.
I think did well in the interview, ain’t even gonna lie~ but you just never know what they’re looking for, or what the person before you said. Or who they were. I mean think about it if Britney Spears was the one before me – she’d get the job no doubt. All she would have to do is…
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August 29
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tags: picture blog
offline life · FAVICON Contest
This is my Aunt’s FIRST time in America! She came here because her son’s wedding is next month and she wanted to be there. Unfortunately my other cousins couldn’t make it, but I’m glad my aunt came anyway :) She came from Lebanon so that’s a longs way from here!
This woman’s plane was coming in at 2 PM and we were all lounging around like we’re in Miami. I was the only one concerned with time. Maybe that’s because the last 2 times I came in from international arrivals I was greeted by DUST.
Even if we flew by telepathy we wouldn’t get there in time.
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August 23
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tags: offline life
· FAVICON Contest
My mom got off the phone with our family friend who helped me get the job at the grocery store. She told him about Sonya (my ‘ex-manager’) telling me they don’t need me to work anymore….to which he responded:
“ I just dropped off some food off at the store today. There is work, I don’t know why she did that. I’m going to talk to her about it.”
LOL this is interesting!!!!!!!
On TOP of that, they haven’t paid me yet. I stopped working Thursday, so you do the counting. Sonya said she would call me when I can come pick up the money I earned but she hasn’t called since Friday and uh I WANNA GO TO FOREVER21 AND BUY SOME FREAKIN JEANS so I gave her a call today. Just kidding though, I’m gonna save that money…and spend it on a llama farm. Then have those llamas run through that damn grocery store and then eat all the produce AND THEN WE’LL SEE WHO REALLY DOESN’T HAVE ANY WORK!!!
Sonya picked up and was hesitant saying, “OH I know I told you I would call you about picking up the money but I’ve been busy. Well (she blurbs out some name that I didn’t catch because she can’t speak at a normal rate) he’s not here…I’ll call you back later when he comes.”
I don’t even know who the hell HE is. She said it so damn fast I was like uh whaaaaa?? HE could be Matt Damon, Michael Jackson…GOD. A LLAMA. wtf. I AM TIRED OF GETTING SCREWED OVER. WHO IS HE AND WHEN IS HE GONNA REALIZE THAT I NEED MY MONEY???
First they basically give me the hand because I’m not fresh out from Lebanon and I’m sorry I’m americanized after being born and raised in America. No one can convince me that me being a female has no effect on this outcome because Sonya pretty much told me they’re keeping the male workers and cutting the girls off.
I feel like they treat me differently because I’m not 10000% fluent in arabic and I don’t get their stupid arabic jokes – not because I don’t understand what they’re saying but because they talk like a damn road runner. We’ll see what happens, but for now I’ll just take it that I’ve been lied to deceived. You know like when someone told Kim Kardashian it was totally normal to be hanging out with 14 year old boys and taking pictures with them. No worries though, I always get the last laugh :)
August 21
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tags: offline life
· FAVICON Contest
The entire night my eyes were bothering me…it was like they were on fire the whole night :( Damnit there always has to be something wrong with me! I have more problems than a freakin math book.
I woke up this morning with my eyes half swollen, most of the swelling went away but the irritation is still there. I feel like crap.
My neighbors are still creepy and according to what happened a minute ago, I just lost my job at the grocery store. The ‘manager’ AKA the woman who talks on the phone all day and stares at celery just called and told me that they won’t be needing me to come in anymore. Apparently they are content with having 2 guys working an entire grocery store. Every day, every night. Two workers. Of course I assume that they will have used this excuse to get me the hell out and then hire some other people in replacement of moi because that’s what people do.
They said they wanted to put me on hold until Ramadan is over but as far as I’m concerned I am DONE with the grocery store of death and the rude, ugly customers that come with it. You know the ones who roll up in their fancy Range Rovers and their coach purses but then pay with food stamps. YEAHHHH.
I wasted my time there but at least I’m being paid for what I worked these past 2 weeks. I’m kinda sad that it happened because I was happy having a job and earning money, but I knew I would eventually be screwed over in time. Sometimes I think I just wasn’t meant to have a job. Maybe God doesn’t want me to work, maybe he likes me just sitting around, watching TV, hanging out with my friends and eating chicken. Sounds like a great life to me.
I’m trying to apply at Best Buy, which would be WAYYY better to work at seeing I’m a nerd and that’s pretty much the land of nerds….so I would be much happier working at a professional setting rather than some old hairy arabic guy who drops his kids off to sit at the store and doesn’t know how to organize anything.
August 17
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tags: offline life
· FAVICON Contest
Besides getting attacked by the deposit machine at Bank Of America and almost losing my hand, things have been running smoothly around here. You know when Ali isn’t lying about going to his friends house then running off into a haunted asylum (he really did this, AND he showed Lisa pictures of it), when Hassan isn’t hugging me every chance he gets and when my Mom isn’t making the same arabic food despite the fact that she could build another house with all the cooking/recipe books she has, yup, things here are still smooth.
There is one issue that has been bothering me though. I’m not even gonna lie and say I like my neighbors and they’re good people because deep down in my non-existent heart I know they are just a bunch of slimeballs. None of these old saggy pants people EVER wanna utilize their damn driveway. Our block is disgusting! People get into arguments just figuring out where to go when there are two cars on the same street. Anyway I’m not here to talk about that just: something better. We had some new neighbors come in about a few months ago and at first my Mom was trying to be polite but you can only be so nice before people think they’re best friends with you.
To start things off the husband came and started knocking on our windows at like 8 in the morning. I was asleep in bed thinking, “who is that idiot knocking on our door?”. The average american would stop knocking after 1 1/2 knocks and some dirty looks from across the street on why-that-guy-isnt-leaving-the-house. I swear to you he kept knocking for like 10 minutes and then he left. In the morning I found out that he actually stopped by and knocked on our whole damn house just to give us some pita bread.
I wish I coulda been like UHH BUDDY WE’RE LEBANESE I THINK WE WOULD HAVE A CRAPLOAD OF PITA BREAD IF NOT HANGING FROM THE WINDOWS THEN STOWED AWAY IN A FREEZER IN A PITA BREAD SHRINE.
Pretty much what I’m trying to say is that these neighbors are creepalicious and they must be stopped. Sure they wanna be our friends, who the hell wouldn’t be when the rest of the block is filled with a bunch of tards. I’d wanna be my damn friend too.
part 2 of this coming soon. Where the daughter decides to become my best friend and she’s only 7 years old. Trust me, this gets better as it goes.
