I think I’m going to make a Dream Studio movie… what’s it about, oh you will just have to wait and find out, now won’t you? Any how, while I’m on the subject of things I’m working on, have you ever found yourself planning too many things at once? Well I am right now.
I know that training for this place that I’m supposed to work starts on Monday and I haven’t gotten a call back from the place to tell me what time on Monday yet. I’m beginning to think that maybe they aren’t going to select me for employment. But they are conducting a background check on me, which costs a lot of money, and they also had me take a drug test, which costs money. So why would they be spending all of this money if they aren’t going to give me a job? I interviewed so well, the woman who interviewed me even said so. So why haven’t I received a call. Have they over-looked me? I even called the person who originally called me to schedule the interview and left a voicemail and still no word. I’m beginning to get very anxious and scared. I need this job more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. If I don’t get it, I’m pretty positive that I’ll die. Really, dead!
Any how… as of other things I’m planning at the moment, I’ve been wanting to open a business for about a month now. I’m very good with working with graphics, and I think that it would be fun to start a business where I could make yearbook-style books for people and digitally process their pictures of whatever event they want documented. I would be able to do it for pretty cheap because I don’t want to make too big of a profit off of it like most other professional book makers do. Also, I have so much experience with editing pictures and and making page layouts since I was on the yearbook staff at my school. So I think it would be a fun idea to have a business like that on the side. Of course, I wouldn’t want to do it as full-time work. Just sort of a hobby that makes me money.
Another project I have in the midst: building my PC. I have about half a computer sitting in my closet. All it needs now is a monitor, CPU, motherboard, video card and RAM and it’s good to go. Oh, and I suppose that now it needs a hard disk drive since my boyfriend gave mine to his mother. Boo! But he needs to replace that. I suppose that I have most of the outer-parts of the computer done, now it’s just on to the simple stuff. Yeah, simple…
And I’ve been thinking a lot about Japan. I want to learn Japanese so if I do ever marry my boyfriend, we can get married in late March so we can go to Tokyo on our honeymoon and see the cherry blossom trees. Then we could play Pachinko all night. But how am I going to play Pachinko and get around Japan if I can’t speak Japanese? I’ve seen a lot of software that teaches Japanese, but it’s all very expensive, besides one that I saw on Amazon.com today. It’s called Human Japanese. I’m going to look into it a little bit more. Might be the one for me since it’s only $30!
If I do ever end up in Japan, there’s three things I want to bring back with me:
Pachinko balls, just a few, and maybe a prize that I won at a Pachinko parlour.
Lots of Hello Kitty and Sanrio things for me and my sister and all my good friends.
- A cherry blossom spray.
I don’t think that’s too much to manage. Seeing as Hello Kitty things are cheapcheapcheap in Japan. I should get stationary and every Sanrio thing I can get my hands on! I’ll have to bring an empty suitcase with me to Japan so I can have room for all the Hello Kitty things I’m going to buy. =3
But this is all only if I marry Alex. Which will happen… the question is when? He’s so reluctant to take any responsibility for anything. We currently live with his mother in an apartment. I want to get our own place so badly, but he doesn’t think we’re financially ready to make that move. So in his mind we would constantly be fighting about money if we lived on our own. The truth though, is that his mommy takes care of him and he isn’t ready to grow up yet. The woman still does his freaking laundry and he’s twenty years old. On top of that, she also runs all of his errands, cooks him food, and insists on doing all the grocery shopping. But I’m finding it impossible to live with her for several reasons.
I said that she insists to do the grocery shopping. Well, half the things she buys are absolute CRAP that rats wouldn’t even eat, and the other half she writes “NO” and “NOT ALYSE’S” all over in big huge ugly annoying Sharpie marker. So why would I want to live in a house where the only good things to eat aren’t mine? And on top of that, half the stuff she writes all over goes bad before anyone eats it.
And she never lets me throw away expired milk! EW! She says she’ll make pudding out of it or something! But what the hell? It’s expired for a reason that’s just gross.
She’s also sooo grumpy when she wakes up, which is often because she sleeps so much. I’m never really grumpy unless someone works pretty hard to get me grumpy so when Ogre (her) walks out of her bedroom all pissed off at the world and she stomps on Fairy (me) until Fairy’s wings break, then what am I to do? She’s an ogre and I’m the fairy… See, it’s her apartment, not mine, not Alex’s… hers. And whenever she wants to she can decide that she doesn’t want me here any more. Then what? I move in with mommy and daddy? See I’m not Alex I can’t just live happily ever after with my parents. My parents don’t let me be a slob and mooch off of them.
Many of my problems would be solved if Alex and I had our own place, for one:
All of our CRAP! We have so much stuff and it’s all confined into one small room. If we had our own place the guinea pigs and the bearded dragon could go out in the living room, then we could properly store all of our things (instead of having them on the floor all the time). But nope, it’s not our living room, dining room, kitchen, or bathrooms… they’re his mommy’s.
It’s got to be the stupidest living situation ever. And in two month’s we’re renewing the lease! I have fifteen more months of this! If I put up with this for another fifteen months and he still doesn’t feel like growing up, I swear to God himself, that I will leave! I hope he grows up, I do love him so much!