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The Pirate Says ARRRR

I greatly approve of Laurie's most recent e-mail to the staff:

Hello Everyone!
It seems that everyone and their brother wants Memorial Weekend off. Well, no can do! That weekend is Pirates!! You may request a single day or portions of the day off. But the chances of getting the Entire weekend off is slim to none. If you are scheduled you can always try to get someone to cover your shifts, People have been begging for hours. Welcome to the life at the theatre. Weekends and holidays are our busy times. Everyone was informed! If this is going to pose a problem with you or family nows the time to reconsider your employment with us.

Thanks,
Laurie

Last sentence = gold.  Laurie is awesome like that.

So, real work starts Friday.. morning?  One would think that I would be working Friday NIGHT, opening night of Shrek 3.  Apparently not.  I get to open!  Yayay.  Nine-fifteen is really early.  It is a school day, why are we opening so early?  I work at noon on Saturday, open again the next Wednesday, and finally work Thursday night.  Once school lets out I should have quite a few more shifts. 

Talked with Corey, Jason (home Jason; from now until September, all instances of the word "Jason" will refer to the Jason that lives in Sterling Heights, MI), and Nicole tonight.  Galina and Ragu barely.  Apparently telling Nicole that Corey does not like Pink Floyd was a bad move...  Meh.  Provided humor. 

Home has been pretty lame lately.  Not much to do.  It will be great once/if gas prices go down and I get more work shifts.  I worked maintenance Tuesday morning, skipped Wednesday for not feeling well, may or may not go in Thursday morning.  Mom said she was taking the shifts out, I still have Thursday's.  We'll see.  I cannot wait for the real work to start.  Stupid outdoors work.  Woodchips can bite me. 

I wonder if driving mom's truck up the curb as I did did anything to the suspension...

Once the kiddies get out of school, then will there be more fun to be had.  Brian's graduation party should be pretty cool, too.  Just need to find a volleyball net, or improvise somehow... 

So, yeah, some things (everything) are (is) weird, but, honestly, what do you expect?  I can't quite easily fall into the happy-go-lucky-let's-pretend-nothing-ever-happened ideology.

...

Because I do not feel like talking (and because it was an interesting discussion Jason and I were having):

(12:18:19 AM) Jason: i was wondering if your style changed so drastically depending on the topic
(12:18:19 AM) itstonylol: happy vs. angry?
(12:18:22 AM) Jason: no
(12:18:28 AM) itstonylol: it changes based on mood + event
(12:18:31 AM) itstonylol: how i reacted to the event, i guess
(12:19:52 AM) itstonylol: like the writing style of... well, happy events with linda makes me embarrassed
(12:20:28 AM) itstonylol: whereas when I write about the things that make me angry, the writing style is actually quite polished and presentable
(12:20:43 AM) itstonylol: things like linda... <_ <
(12:21:18 AM) Jason: hehe
(12:21:36 AM) itstonylol: ugh
(12:21:36 AM) itstonylol: wtf
(12:21:47 AM) Jason: hm/
(12:21:48 AM) Jason: ?
(12:21:50 AM) itstonylol: her
(12:21:51 AM) itstonylol: lol
(12:22:10 AM) itstonylol: feeling "emotionally" abandoned by me
(12:22:11 AM) itstonylol: wtf
(12:22:15 AM) itstonylol: er
(12:22:24 AM) itstonylol: quotes around eihter abandoned or both emotionally and abandoned
(12:22:28 AM) itstonylol: either*
(12:22:44 AM) itstonylol: of course she is, she broke up with me
(12:22:46 AM) itstonylol: way to go
(12:23:44 AM) Jason: quote that on your blog
(12:23:47 AM) Jason: for truth
(12:23:53 AM) itstonylol: -_-
(12:25:19 AM) itstonylol: i would
(12:25:20 AM) itstonylol: but
(12:25:21 AM) itstonylol: i dunno

Two things in there, the second is pretty self-explanatory: I have noticed differences in my writing style.  Previous that snippet, Jason had asked me if I still kept private journals.  I do, from time to time.  Depending on the topic, I will either type up the entry as an unposted entry on my site, or as an ASCII file on my harddrive.  (I remember having a talk with dad years back in which he made fun of "English majors" (he always thought I was going to major in English) and griped about the fact that we cannot refer to one thing the same way if we must talk about it several times..  I am having a tough time forcing myself to keep "type up the entry as an unposted entry..." only because I cannot think of something to replace the first entry with.) I have quite a few text files that formed within the past... three months on Saturday.  These ones have never seen the internet.  I really do like the writing style in them.  Especially the most recent.  It is refined.  I took my time to look over it.  Why?  All the happier ones, as I said to Jason, make me want to vomit.  I just cannot stand to read those posts, yet those are the ones I let the world see.  I look them over just the same, but I can never make them sound all that great.  At least to me.

And for the record, I despise the word "blog."  It is either my journal or the "blag." (http://www.xkcd.com/) Blag more for making fun of people who use the term blog. 

I did not start a blog, I may have started a web log (of which the laziness of people led to the shortening), but I most definitely started a journal.  It just so happens to be on the internet.

Grades do not equal too happy, but at least they are better than they could have been.

That will most likely be the last school related thing until mid-August.  Sweet!