Ew, You're Old!

I'm dating a twenty year old. That sounds so weird to me.
We started dating when he was sixteen man. Now he's twenty.
Time passes so fast... but also so slow.

I keep messing with him about it. "I'm dating an old man... I need to trade you in for a newer model."
He's been nervous about it. He's officially not a teenager anymore.
I've got another three years to worry about it, but today is his day to be an adult.
His "party" is on Saturday, but it's more like us just hanging out.
I'm going to make him cupcakes, bring his presents. He knows what I got him, but I'm going to wrap them up regardless. Why not?

Happy birthday, grandpa. UPDATE:
Grandma had another heart attack.

My FANTASTIC* Day

*Note the sarcasm.

My dad was fired from his job today.
He was there for 13 years.
Now our financial stability is up in the air, and I am stressed to my limit.
My grandmother, my schoolwork, my dad's job.

I mean honestly, how sad is it to lay someone off 25 days before Christmas?
That's ridiculously upsetting.

I do respect the company for keeping my dad employed for 13 years.

I was silent when my mom told me. I couldn't really think of anything to say.
Then I just started crying. I cried when I saw my dad. I've cried a lot today.
I'm tired of all of the stress, and of the rich corporations firing their middle-class workers so that they don't get a little less rich. It's happening EVERYWHERE now.
It's selfish.

I'm tired, I want to go to sleep. I want to sleep and just not wake up for 20 hours. Just pass out and wake up rejuvenated. Except that's never going to happen.
So that was my day. I wish it had been better. Now I get to fear where we'll go from here.
Sorry this post wasn't particularly "cheery". You can understand.

The School, The School, The School is on Fiiire

So today was relatively normal.
Went to class, watched a movie, went to lunch, went to work.
Worked until about 4:30-5:00. It was a quiet day.
Spent most of that time joking around with my co-workers, having a good time.
Helped anyone that needed it, nothing too complicated.

And then I hear a yell from across the room.
At first I thought it was just someone that didn't really have great social skills and spoke too loudly.
"Listen up!"
Huh, that's odd. *turns to look* Oh... uh oh. That's a security guard.
"We're going to need to evacuate the building. Everyone grab your things and evacuate immediately!"
Oh... oh awesome.

So I grabbed my things, went in and told the testers to get out, handed out their cellphones and evacuated.
While leaving the building there was a horrible odor of burning rubber and a fine amount of smoke in the air.
I was scheduled to work until 8:00 PM and I was still on the clock, so I had to wait outside with everyone else while we waited for the building to re-open.
I took this opportunity to take pictures of our ordeal.That's Daniel, my co-worker and Tim, my supervisor.Me and Daniel. He tried a thousand times to take a picture, but my phone was being super stupid. FINALLY got it to work. And resulted in my "ghost face". Why am I so white?!Me and Kriz. Thank the frickin' lord that my face is NOT washed out for once.This is me and Richard, my "work boyfriend". Hahahaha. (Don't be threatened Drew, it's a joke!)
We weren't permitted back in the building for the rest of the night, so I got to go home early. While I waited for my mom to come get me Richard and I hung out in his car and watched videos on his in-car computer thingy.
Came home, ate dinner, blogged about my night.

Too bad tomorrow won't be as exciting... unless the school spontaneously combusts.
But I'd prefer that didn't happen.

Strong Spirit

My grandmother and my sister. Keep her in your prayers!
I'm thankful that after everything, she can look as good as she does.

Hey, wait a minute...

"Where's MY dinner?!"
Happy Thanksgiving!

A Book to Look Into

A few weeks ago I was watching the news, suffering from my anxiety as usual.
Suddenly this segment pops up with a scientist talking about his new book.
The book?Once again the TV brings me some kind of calmness.
More and more I've seen why the atheists I've talked to are probably wrong.
Especially because many of my friends are so positive of an afterlife.

My mother laughs at me now. "I had a near death experience, I've told you about it. What more do you want from me?!?!"
It's just something that bothers me. It doesn't cause me panic attacks every night like it used to. It's just a nagging feeling that follows me throughout the day.

Now I try to focus more on my relationship with God.

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My grandmother fell out of her hospital bed today. She was rushed to the ER, and now apparently she is talking gibberish and she sees dead people.
She sees her dead parents and many of her dead friends. She swears they're right there in the room.
We're worried she's not going to live to Christmas.
So please pray for me and my need for more spiritual stability, and for my grandmother, mother and other family members.
This could be a very stressful holiday season.

Should I Justify This Stupidity? (Oops!)

I accidentally hit "enter" and it posted this blank.
Which was stupid.

OKAY, here we go.
I have turned off anonymous commenting. NOT because of what I'm about to justify, but because I've been getting a rampant amount of ads posted in my comments lately.
I don't know who got a hold of my blog address, but I seriously don't appreciate it.

Now another anonymous comment I got needs to be addressed.

Anonymous: Thats awesome. How many times did you have to trow up to get yourself into those pants? Bet self respect taste good coming up.

First things first, "thats" should be "that's".
Secondly, I never had to "trow" up. If I did ever "trow" up, at least I would know that it is spelled "throw".
And finally, self respect can't "taste". What you may have been going for was that it "tastes" good, but you seemed to drop the ball there.

I'm skinny because I work my ass off, literally, at work all day. When it's busy, I never sit down. Because of this, my metabolism is constantly going.
You're jealous because I'm thin, and you're stupid because your grammar is horrendous and you're too cowardly to come out and let me know how jealous I am without hiding behind an anonymous comment.

Sure, if I puked to make myself thin, that comment would probably make me cry.
Except I don't, so it makes me laugh. A lot.
I wasn't planning on justifying that comment, but the bad grammar and absurd accusation made me laugh so much I wanted to share it with everyone.
So anonymous, come out. Show your face.
I want to know who I'm laughing at.

(OH, I got Left 4 Dead 2. I can't wait to play it... when I'm not EXHAUSTED.)