May 30th, 2009

Pluto close up

Ah, Saturdays off...

They wanted me to work today. I lied and told them that I had plans. I don't like lying, I really don't, but I don't like working on Saturday either, so it seemed like the lesser of two evils. Especially given the way that it was handled. Stupid bitch just wanted to use me because she felt that she could, and I fought back and won. Take that, dumb bitch. The next two weekends, however, I actually DO have plans for working and that's fun times, too. Next weekend my parents have a wedding to attend on Saturday, so either I have to watch the house or we get a dog sitter because I also have plans for next Saturday. It's my last Saturday before I go on my trip to Ventura, so I need to get some stuff. Plus, me and Sarah are gonna hit up cheesecake factory and red lobster. The first for cheesecake. The second for shrimp. Last time we went we didn't even get to eat because she said that she had to be home by a certain time. And then they didn't leave for two more hours after that. It was fail. It really was. But the food was good, so I want to go back.

She has a portable DVD player that I'm going to borrow. Mine is all old and doesn't hold a charge and basically sucks ass, so I don't want to use it. I'll give it back to her after we go to Disneyland.

In one month I will be at my last day at Disneyland. I'm very excited for that, but at the same time I dread it because I love Disneyland so damned much and I don't want to leave. Louie, my work BFF, says that it will probably be my last trip, but I told him that I was already planning my next trip around Christmastime so that I could see all the Christmas stuff and buy ornaments (and we know how much I love ornaments!). I don't have concrete plans just yet, but it's an idea in my head. I want to go to Small World Christmas and the special holiday Haunted Mansion. I missed both of those the last time I went. That wasn't a bad trip, but I didn't get to do all the stuff I wanted. Plus, Christmastime is when the Princess and the Frog comes out. Hellllllllll yeah.

I still don't know when I'm going to Ventura, outside of the fact that I know I'm going to be there in two weeks. My grandmother says that my aunt can take us on Thursday, the day of the graduation, but my cousin doesn't know what time the graduation is. I went to his brother's, but that was about 20 years ago, and I don't remember what time that one was at. God willing it will be in the afternoon, I just don't know.

Dad just threatened mom that if she makes an ass out of herself at the wedding next week (ha! Like she won't!) he will do something, I didn't hear what he was going to do. It's idle threats, since my father lacks follow through, but I was amused nonetheless.

Westlife for the win.