We're gonna have a dog, and he's gonna poopie in the front lawn

[rachg82]

Oh, man. I'm watching Brian Posehn on Comedy Central Presents right now, and he just made me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. He was talking about how he was driving down the street, and these jock kids were kind of giving him a look from the corner, making "get a look at this guy" gestures, and he was like "It's like I had a nerd-flashback, and I flipped. All this nerd-rage!" then he was all screeching "Fuck YOU! What are you looking at? What, my glasses? I HAVE A VISION PROBLEM! FUCK YOU! I hate you, fucking jocks!" Oh, how I laughed. I have a vision problem! Haha. Then it turned out he just had something stuck underneath his car. That's why they were staring. Meanwhile he was all crazy and flipping them off, behind his window. Heh! NerdRAGE!

I was feeling kind of blah before, but the good laugh cheered me up. Speaking of a good laugh, did you all know there's health-clubs in India, where the exercise is going outside, and laughing? A big group of people will walk outside in the morning, and start laughing (making themselves laugh, in the beginning, then it starts feeling more natural, as others are laughing around them). I love that. Laughter is healthy, you know. No, really. Don't make me type up my article on it, from High School! Hee.

Oh, SWEET! World Comedy Tour 2 is on tonight, at ten. Sue Murphy will be on it! I flove her. FLOVE HER.

Work went by pretty fast, today. I only worked five hours, though. The fitting rooms were crazy. I got put upstairs, and was stuck doing freight for the first couple hours, then had to stop, even though I wasn't done. From then on, I worked on put-backs from the fitting room in intimates. All night, yo. Couldn't believe how much stuff there was. The whole little rack by the door was full, with things piled on top of it, the table by the wall had stuff piled on it, and the disabled room had stuff all over the big bench in there. It looked like someone had literally taken a rack of bras in there with them. How many bras do you need to try on? Damn. It wouldn't have been as bad either, except most of the bras on the table and all of the ones in the disabled room weren't on hangers. Lazy bitches.

They changed the policy this week, so that it's our job to check fitting rooms, so that's why I was in there too, if anyone wondered. They were supposed to give more hours to accomodate the extra work involved, but I'd love to know where those hours went. There were two of us upstairs, two in men's, and one in women's. They sent us home at seven, because it was New Years, but there was still a full z-rack in women's that needed to be put out, and I hadn't finished the stuff in intimates, myself. Let alone straightened and cleaned. The openers tomorrow will be pleased, I'm sure. Heh. I was happy they didn't keep us later, though. Joy (the store manager) was on the intercom, all "I'm sure you all have places you need to be. . ." and I was like "Not really, but I don't mind benefiting from the people who do!" Hee.

New Years Eve is often kind of a depressing holiday for me. There's all that pressure to be social, and make it special. So, when you don't really have that option, it makes you feel lonely. It's just another night, I know, but still. In High School, I'd usually spend the night at a friend's house. I wish I had a friend here, to eat with, and watch TV with, and be goofy with. To make fun of Dick Clark's Rockin Eve with, and toast the new year with. I'm all in the mood for it, and everything. I'd have my sister over or something, but she isn't really feeling well. They told her she could take tylenol (she has a headache), but she's all "No, no, I'm not taking anything." Yikes. I have no idea how I'd ever make it through being pregnant. Really. I mean, no excedrin? Could you please induce a coma for the next nine months, then? Thanks.

It's okay, though. Not everyone is out with friends tonight, right? Most people at least have the option, though. But meh.

It's funny; I've been very emotional lately. Like, ready to cry over things on TV, and in the newspaper. Last night, I guess it was all the reminiscing and all, I don't know, but thinking about the past year and where I am now--the friends in my life now, meaning you guys--got me all teary. But not in a sad way. Just emotional. As for the TV thing, probably the nostalgic vibe on TV and everywhere right now is influencing that. You know those things they do, where they show clips from throughout the year on TV? Those things always make me cry. Or at least want to. Same as the "In memoriam" clips, during the Oscars. I can not even know who half the people are, and I'll be all "Oh, that person's gone! I don't even know who they are, but still! Cinematography won't be the same without you, random celebrity! Sniff!" Heh.

The newspaper today really was full of sad stuff, though. God. It was all about two main stories, too. One was how three seperate men have up and killed their whole families in Oregon this year, although I didn't get to read that one. I'll have to see if I can, later. I thought it was coincidental though to see it, because I watched the beginning of Amityville Horror on Sunday, you know? And there's the whole story of how the whole family in that house was killed. I almost cried while watching that, by the way, too. See! Emotional. But, God, it's sad.

The other big thing in the paper was this recent inquiry the state did into our mental health system, which apparently blows (oh, I'm so surprised! Except not). It talked about how many people have died, due to its neglect, and had individual stories for a bunch of the people. One woman had finally been improving, when the hospital she was staying in got closed, and she was kicked out. Then she couldn't get any other help, because her medicare or medicaid (can't remember which) was "exhausted", and she had no out-of-pocket money. So, she drove to the mall parking lot, and overdosed. Two days later, her kids had to take her off the machines, because there was no hope, and she died.

Another woman, a schizophrenic, believed that she was burning. She could hear the sizzle of her skin on fire, and thought eating and drinking somehow made it worse. So, she stopped. She sobbed to whoever would listen, "I'm dying!" The county knew of it, but basically let her starve herself to death.

The last one I read about, was a man who called the police and asked them to arrest him, because he was so afraid he was going to kill himself. The next day, after evaluating him, the doctor decided he was no longer a danger to himself, and they sent him away, with a number to a hotline in case he felt suicidal again. On the way home that night, he drove into oncoming traffic. It was a four car pile-up, but no one else was hurt. He was thrown out his window though, and apparently a passer-by said they saw him on the street, crying for help, when a semi drove over him and killed him. His wife had to tell his son that he was "sick," and didn't do it because he "wanted to leave him."

And a Happy New Years to all! Heh. God. Thanks, Oregonian (that's the name of the newspaper); way to spread the holiday cheer!

Okay, Comedy World Tour 2 is on now (set in Melbourne, too! Shout-out to the furriners, perhaps? Hee), so I'm off to watch. I'm sure I'll be back, but I'll wish a Happy New Years to all who've already had it, and an early one to the rest of my west coast pals. Westsiiiiiiiide. Heh.

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[sonneta.livejournal.com]

Kid, don't worry, the last (counts in head) 5 or 6 (possibly more) NYE's I have spent at home, in my room. This year the highlight was watching Conan O'Brian do his "Central Time Zone Countdown." It doesn't bother me so much any more. Guess I'm used to being anti-social.