hollybrooke: (I noticed you have a blog)
So here's the situation. I have a coworker who has two extra tickets for when KISS (HOLY SHIT!!!!) comes to Chicago September 7th that he offered to me and a friend. The seats are supposedly prime--near the front (OMG!!!!) and $50 each. (EVEN BETTER!!!!!) The only caveat is that my friend and I would have to go with him.

Guess which coworker this is. Yep. Doug. That guy with cerebral palsy who tracked me down to Blockbuster through MySpace.

I kept telling myself, "The only catch is you'd be going with him." But I figured that's all water under the bridge. And September 7th is a way off. But the thing is, we aren't really that great of friends. Acquaintances, more like. He acts like we're pals because of the MySpace bustup. (Uhhhh....not really.) Oh, and because he watches wrestling, too. (Uhhh...does anyone really get that I don't get into wrestling as much as I used to? Kevin included? Hello? Anyone?)

But now I'm regretting taking him up on the offer and kind of want to break it off, but I'm not sure without being a total bitch about it. Here's why.

Here's how he told me he came into two extra tickets. He and his GF broke up. Why did he and his GF break up? He tells me she had a problem with his CP. Now I was told this a couple of weeks ago. And he's still moping about it. I don't really pay much attention to his love life (it's none of my business, really), but he won't shut up about it. And it seems like he's a serial dater; the relationships never really last very long. So really, I think Doug is full of it.

But he was moping about it a few days ago and wouldn't shut up telling any coworker about it wanting advice for finding love and trying to figure out what went wrong and wondering why he can't make it work with women. And then he starts complaining that his handicap scares women off. He cornered me while I was eating my lunch during my piddly-ass 15 minute break and wanted my advice.

I wanted to tell him, "Fuck off, Doug, I'm eating my lunch." But I didn't. All I told him was that if she really did dump him over his handicap (which I don't really think she did, if this is all true), he's better off without, and he should move on. He started on about how she claimed she had a kid of her own, and was trying to claim that she was pregnant. I told him, "If that sort of thing continues to be a problem, then make 'chick with kids' a dealbreaker. If you don't want to get sucked into that baby daddy-drama, then don't go for chicks with kids!" I'm not gonna mince words. But for the love of God, it kind of bothered me.

He always plays up the CP card, then acts like he doesn't want pity or sympathy. Then when things don't work out with a chick, he cries that "she dumped me because of my handicap!" I don't buy that. It didn't work because you're a pathetic loser. You're the dickhead that had the gall to track me down to my last job through MySpace, and I didn't even know you had CP then because I had never met you face to face. It has nothing to do with your handicap, and everything to do with it at the same time.

This is why I'm going to go back on those KISS tickets. For one thing, I think he managed to get those prime seats because of his disability. (He milks it, I swear to God. He goes on and on about how he's able to get 50 yard line seats at Soldier Field for Bears' games for the price you pay for regular seats.) For another thing, I think this is a blatant pick-up attempt. Even if he did invite Kevin with.
hollybrooke: (Flynn Rider "What is this fuckery?!")
My parents (especially my mom) have gotten into watching "Doomsday Preppers." I really wish they wouldn't, because that show gives them all sorts of ideas. Bad ideas. I honestly believe that all of these shows on channels like National Geographic or Discovery or the History Channel about the end of the world are just not a good idea because it's going to get you all paranoid about end times when it more than likely won't happen for a long while. At least, not during our lifetime.

But Mom--the gullible idiot she is--is totally buying into all of this. And now--now--she and Dad think it's time to act on our "end times" preparation when it's supposedly going to happen December 21st of this year.

Idiots. Both of them.

Quite frankly, if they were that concerned about it, they would've been working on this plan for the last few years. And neither one of them are that organized or motivated to do anything about it. It's just a fact.

But their big plan? They want to start raising chickens. They are convinced that CHICKENS will be their ace in the hole when the end comes.

Chickens. CHICKENS.

And you know what that means. Dad said to me that it'll be him and me taking care of those chickens. But I know what it means when he says shit like that. It means, "HOLLY will be taking care of those chickens because I'm a lazy asshole who doesn't want to follow through on stuff like that. I'm gonna eat some food and lay down for a nap."

....I don't know about them. I just don't know. I really don't know how they'll fend for themselves when I move out.
hollybrooke: (markers)
So I’ve been having this strange recurring dream lately. I don’t know if anyone can help me interpret this, but…well, here I go.

I’m boarding a rollercoaster car, and I’m not properly or entirely secured in my seat when the rollercoaster starts going. And I’m hanging onto my seat for dear life and don’t say a thing to anyone else that I’m not properly secured and just endure the ride, but I have a hard time enjoying it because I’m scared I’m going to fall out.

It’s been on different rollercoasters and in different parks, but I’ve had it quite a few times in the last couple of months. I’m not scared of rollercoasters. If you've been following me for the last few years, you'll know I'm a junkie for rollercoasters. But the fact that I can remember this so vividly is bothering me. I wonder what it means.
hollybrooke: (Fluttershy is shy)
Dad has to go in to the hospital to have part of his colon removed in May. He has ulcerative colitis, and this is part of the colon that has accumulated scar tissue. (About a foot's worth.) Hopefully it's nothing worse than that, but I'm scared for him. I trust that the doctors know what they're doing.

He'll be in the hospital for five days, and will be on a six week medical leave from work. He'll be getting medical pay, but I'll have to work a little harder to help make ends meet around here.

It may not seem like it, but I'm more worried about this than I'm letting on.
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I'm posting from my new cellphone!! Welcone to the space age!!
hollybrooke: (In yo' face!!)
So I've been waiting patiently for my income tax refund to come in the mail, and now I'm starting to get impatient. Frankly, I should've opted to have it directly deposited in my checking account to avoid this hassle. My brother got his earlier this week, and he got a big return this year.

Then Mom suggested the thing that kind of scares me:

What if I'm getting audited?!

I mean, my accountant would've let me know if I'm getting audited, right?

Gaaaah, this is driving me nuts.
hollybrooke: (Watercolors)
I think I've pinpointed another problem with my relationship with Kevin. We're well into adulthood, but this just feels very.....high school.

I'm sorry, but I don't know if he knows how this works. The best way to get a woman "revved up" does not include dinner at Denny's, listening to a burned copy of The Lonely Island on the way, and then attempting to feel me up later on at home while watching regular ol' TV. IT'S NOT SEXY.

If I have to go out on one more date with him to the same exact places we go and I have to listen to that goddamned Lonely Island CD in his car and he attempts to feel me up with no real smooth moves, I'm going to scream. I can only hope that the trip to Georgia next month for his cousin's wedding is a tad more romantic than that.

He just seems very much like a teenage boy. Not a man. This just seems very "movie-burger-backseat" to me. I feel like I'm growing past that.
hollybrooke: Usagi in PJs freaking out (Pajama Usagi)
My period is running late this month. I know there's no possible way I could be pregnant, so just slightly concerned. But then again, February was a shortened month. And my cycle does tend to shift a week or two this time of year.

....But still.
hollybrooke: Rigby is jumping up and down on Mordecai's bed (Rigby jumping on Mordecai's bed)
Well, it's finally come to this. St. John Video is going out of business. There's a sad, pathetic "Store Closing" sign in front of the store facing US 41 with little balloons on the side. Because a store closing is cause for WOOHOO! BALLOONS!

There's a tiny part of me that's sad because it was a mom-and-pop video rental store (even if it was run by a guy who was gunning for me to get fired anyway). I mean, hell. I was upset when Custom Top and Video in Cedar Lake went out of business. But then that sad part gets cancelled out by the thoughts of, "HELL NO! They dug their own fucking grave! They went belly-up when they were still Blockbuster, and now it's done! I'm glad I quit before that ship sunk the first time!"

Wonder what Scott's doing for money these days. Wonder if he's still in the closet.

Funny story. About a year ago, our director of operations who was in charge of our franchise sent me a friend request on Facebook. HA. Good one. I denied him. That would just be weird.

And for as much as I dislike the grocery store, it ain't the video store. I'd much rather be working for SVT than there.
hollybrooke: (Kylie Minogue)
I just started watching this hilarious cartoon on the Hub called "Dan Vs." It's about this guy named Dan, and he's just a total cranky dude who always has a chip on his shoulder about something and he goes out of his way to take the pettiest things down. It's another one of those kind of cartoons that I'm surprised is on a network oriented towards kids and families (like "Regular Show"). I think a lot of the humor in this show would go over kids' heads, but so far I'm loving it.

*tangent* I'm sick. AGAIN. I feel like I have the cold that just won't go away. Ugh.

*tangent* So I'm participating in the American Cancer Society Relay for Life on May 19th and 20th with some of my coworkers. We had our first meeting yesterday to brainstorm fundraising ideas. Sometime next week when I'm done working on my profile on their website, I'll post the link here to see if any of my lovely friends on DW or LJ would be interested in donating to my cause.

*tangent* Tomorrow we spring ahead an hour for Daylight Savings. Is it me, or does anyone else thing it's kind of early to be doing it this year? Don't we usually do it around the end of March or middle of April? Bah, whatever, I'm ready for spring. Bring in some more sunlight in my life!

*tangent* Bret Easton Ellis is another reason why I stay on Twitter, man. He's tweeting ideas about what Patrick Bateman would be up to nowadays in 2012. He may very well be working on an American Psycho sequel. AWESOME.
hollybrooke: (Fluttershy is shy)
I don't know if it's just this time of year. I just haven't felt the need to be online. My poor email account is getting stuffed full; I should probably go through and start unsubscribing to a bunch of stuff. I hate to even see how many alerts I have on deviantArt. (Especially from the My Little Pony and Adventure Time fanart communities I'm in.)
hollybrooke: (Corona Sun in chalk by Rapunzel)
I feel like I've been neglecting my DW account. Like I said, I was offline for a little over a week, but that's a good thing. This is the time of year when I recognize just how time I spend online and take a little bit of a break. But really, isn't time away from the Internet a good thing?

Valentine's Day came and went. Kevin and I went to the Olive Garden. He's not big on the Olive Garden, so he was brave enough to take me where I wanted to go. He told me about he heard once that some HIV-infected worker jacked off into the salad dressing at one of their restaurants. Did he hear that it specifically happened at the restaurant closest to us? No. Was this a rumor he heard? Probably. Is it a stupid thing to worry about? Yes. But he's "not big on pasta." He later told me that night he was lucky he found that they offered seafood on there.

I'm sorry, but Kevin being a picky eater is kind of a turn-off. *sigh* Oh well.

I got him "Sons of Anarchy" season 3 on DVD and baked him those cookies that he likes. He got me Lady and the Tramp on Blu-Ray and season 9 of "Family Guy" on DVD. He asked me what I wanted, and I was kind of at a loss, because I never know what I want. (Which isn't much, anyway.) But then I opened the "Family Guy" DVD set the next day and there was a flier inside for something I should've asked for instead but totally forgot that SETH MACFARLANE PUT OUT AN ALBUM. GAH, HOW DID THIS ESCAPE ME?!!!

Oh well. I'll order it for myself later on. I've got other stuff to listen to first. I bought the best of the Rat Pack and this four-pack of Sinatra's earlier recordings I need to enjoy first.

Like I said, Kevin's grandmother passed away on Valentine's Day as well. The funeral was last Monday. It was a very Catholic affair, and I felt so confused during the service. I'm an atheist, but I was raised Baptist; I at least know the Lord's prayer, so thank goodness. (I'm not familiar with the invocations that they were doing during the service.)

Might I mention that I'm not terribly open with my secularism. I'm not going to go out of my way to bash other religions or people who believe. I will respect it. Kevin knows how I feel about religion, and I'm lucky I have a BF who's understanding. We had a discussion that if we ever get serious and end up getting married, he wouldn't force me to convert unless I wanted to.

Well, Kevin's relatives from out in Ohio came out for the funeral, so I got to meet all of them, and they're all great and everything. I like his mom's side of the family. And then there was Aunt Nancy. I've only met her once, briefly. Aunt Nancy is the uppity, holier-than-thou member of the family that Kevin and Kathy (his mom) have warned me about. She's nice, but....like I said, holier-than-thou. (Kathy told me not to worry about her because there are members in their family that aren't exactly--as she put it--"practicing Catholics.") So Aunt Nancy corners me at one point before the service and asks me how long Kevin and I have been dating now. "Four years," I answer. She asks what religion I am. I know better to tell her I'm an atheist because quite frankly, I don't want to hear her telling me I'm going to Hell or I'm a heathen and all that jazz. So I told her I was raised Baptist. (Which is true, anyway.) She just gives me this surprised look and then says, "Oh....well, you'll convert, won't you?" I told her that Kevin and I had a talk about that and that he doesn't expect me to, but only if I want to. She says, "Well, I guess we all believe in God, whatever way you worship."

(Hoo boy, Aunt Nancy! Not all of us believe in God, but whatever! I'll just smile and nod politely like Kevin and Kathy told me to do!)
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Yeah, it's that time of year when I take some time off and get away from the Internet. I did it last year, too. But last year, my time off was about two months long.

I've just been working a lot, and I've been engrossed in this Frank Sinatra biography.

The only other thing that happened recently was Kevin's grandmother died last week. She was 88 and suffering from COPD, but according to Kevin, "Don't worry, they saved the baby." (Yeah, he's got a weird sense of humor.) Valentine's Day came and went. It went well.

I'll update more later. I promise!
hollybrooke: (Meg's hair is in the pie)
Call me crazy, but I'm having a hard time remembering what I did yesterday. And I haven't even been drinking! I did take a NyQuil dosage (in gel-cap form) before I went to bed last night, so maybe that might explain things, but still....

No, I just made a run for Subway for my mom and myself. I looked in my purse for my cellphone and I had a missed call from last night at 8:19. I checked it and it was Kevin, of course. He sounded kind of urgent, and now I feel bad because I missed that call because...you know, what if it was important?

I called him back today and left a message, saying I was sorry I missed the call, I didn't hear the phone go off (because it's true). Then I started to think of what I did yesterday to miss the call....and I was having the hardest time trying to remember what I did! I know I talked to him yesterday; he was the one who told me the BP-Amoco refinery would probably go on strike because of the right-to-work bill and gas prices would be expected to skyrocket, so "go fuel up your gas tank now." Which I did. My gas marker is at F right now. So I was wondering if this message was the one I got when he called last night, and I was trying to place when I went for my gas run. Hunter says it was probably around 6:30 or 7 when he got home from work, which sounds about right. Then I tried to remember what else I did, if I watched any TV shows, because I wasn't online last night. Yes, I did. I watched "Dance Moms" with Mom. Then I watched some "American Dad" and "Family Guy." (I saw the tail end of the "Not Particularly Desperate Housewives" ep and the whole one of "Rough Trade." Then I remember falling asleep during the "E Peterbus Unum" ep.)

If he called at 8:19, I certainly didn't hear my phone go off. My phone's been doing that a lot lately. I need a new cellphone. Ugh.

I guess I'm not going crazy if I can remember what I did last night, despite being under the influence of the "Q".

....Yeah, this was a post full of me babbling and wondering if I'm going crazy. *sigh*
hollybrooke: animated version of Rapunzel playing guitar (Rapunzel rocks out)
It's been weighing on my mind for the last week since the Internet blackouts, so I may as well get this out of the way.

While I support modification of SOPA and PIPA, I'm not terribly upset over the takedown of sites like MediaFire or FileSonic or whatever they're called. Here comes a whopper of a confession, people: I DON'T DOWNLOAD MUSIC OR MOVIES. Quite frankly, I have a vast music collection on CD or vinyl, and I'm a firm believer on not illegally downloading leaked music or films. Call me an old fart (I'm only 31, mind you), but I miss the days when people got excited about album releases or actually got out to a movie theater to see a movie. (That, and my piece of crap computer really can't handle those kind of downloads. When I finally get my Mac, I'll probably change my tune on this and be allll over iTunes.)

In these days of digital downloads, the music industry really isn't what it used to be. I noticed this a couple of years ago when I was watching some "Jem" episodes (specifically the "Glitter and Gold" episode where Jem and the Holograms and the Misfits were pitted against each other for an album sales contest). You seriously don't get stuff like that anymore. I mean, you can tally the numbers from downloads, but it's really not the same as going out to search around for good music at a music store and having that legit album in your hands. I suppose if it's an artist you really love, it'd be worth it.

I don't know. I love advances in technology and I hate them at the same time.
hollybrooke: (paintbrushes)
First Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis, now Heidi Klum and Seal?!

This upsets me more than it should, really. Two--not one, but two--of my favorite celebrity couples are splitting. *sigh*


So I got home today, and Dad asked me if I had checked out the new-ish Goodwill in St. John. It's near Strack & Van Til's, and I think it's been open about six months. I've checked it out once so far. They have okay stuff....stuff that looks like the kind St. John residents would donate. (I'm more used to the Goodwill in Crown Point.) I told Dad that I had heard that St. John Town Council had a problem with having a Goodwill in town because--from what I heard--they thought it would cheapen down the town. Yeah! I also heard the same thing about when they started working on Aldi's. That kind of attitude makes me think this town is just snobby and elitist.

Anyway, Dad was talking about how he saw that they had some "good TVs" at the St. John Goodwill for $30 or $35. I automatically thought, "OH SHIT, DAD KNOWS I'M IN THE MARKET FOR A NEW ONE." Even the suggestion of it....just no. I was standing behind him, looked at Mom, shook my head and mouthed "NOOOO!" And that just set Mom off laughing like it was the funniest thing she ever experienced. Then I started laughing. And we couldn't quit for a good five or ten minutes. And Dad wanted to know why we were laughing so hard.

See, Dad has a tendency to be a real cheapskate. I had to tell Dad that while I know I'm looking for a new television set, I refuse to buy one from Goodwill for cheap. I need a newer model TV that will allow me to install my Blu-Ray player without having to deal with a converter box because of the coaxial cable on my current model. (My current TV still works well. It's just older and has a very weird hookup in the back. It makes setting up a DVD player plus my DirecTV box very complicated. Oh, and it weighs about forty pounds.)
hollybrooke: Peter Griffin from the PTV episode of "Family Guy" describing his sideboob (Peter Griffin sideboob hour)

(Just a warning. This video tend to play on a continuous loop.)
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Okay. I really don't like to talk about my romantic life too much on even my LiveJournal, but it's weighing on my mind.

So we had our first disagreement in four years right before New Year's Eve over my/our plans for New Year's Eve. He got annoyed that I hadn't made any plans. Mainly, I think he was annoyed that I didn't include him in my no-plan. Quite frankly, like I've said before on here, I'm getting tired of feeling like we're attached to the hip and I have to do everything with him.

So we had a talk about this. We agreed that yes, the relationship is in a rut. He says he's committed to the relationship, but saying you are and acting like it are two different things. It's been four years. I don't see us moving in together anytime soon, and I certainly don't see him putting a ring on my finger. A commitment is a lot more than just going out for the usual movie-burger-backseat once every week, and it's more than a five-minute talk every day on the phone to keep tabs on one another. And he doesn't really want to be having these sorts of conversations with me.

I have dreams and goals. Goals that will eventually take me far out of Indiana. I don't think he is willing to make that sort of commitment for me. He says he is, but for some reason, I don't really buy it.

Mom says she wishes he would just propose already, but (and I know this sounds bad) I hope he doesn't. The two of us getting married isn't going to solve our obvious problems. I wish he would follow through with more of his "oh yeah, I'm committed" speak.
hollybrooke: illustration of Rapunzel from "Tangled" very storybook-style (Storybook illustration of Rapunzel)
Disney Movie Rewards just announced their ultimate reward:

Tour for Four of the Walt Disney Studios and El Capitan Theater


That would mean you would have to buy EVERY DVD and CD that Disney has out right now and have accumulated all of your points from the last year or so just to be able to earn this!

What kills me is that my previous point balance didn't roll over because I hadn't spent any of them over a period of time. (Sorry, but I didn't see any rewards I cared much for since I got my Up! grape soda top pin.) I was saving them up for something bigger and better (LIKE THIS, MAYBE?!).

Disney owns my soul, sadly. *sigh*
hollybrooke: (Corona Sun in chalk by Rapunzel)
Since I'm still new-ish to DreamWidth (but everyone who follows me on LiveJournal knows about this), here's where I explain that I'm in the process of writing a book! I've been working in the customer service/retail sector for the better part of my life post high school, but I've been employed for the last 4 1/2 years at a grocery store as a cashier. And it royally sucks. I've had to deal with so many mean, rude, terrible customers (and had some clashes with management), and I can't tell you how many people hear my stories of cashier abuse that they sometimes don't believe it, but it's all true. For the last couple of years, I've been keeping both a written journal and a work-related blog (15 Items Or Less) about my work experiences and just to generally vent.

Well, for a good chunk of last year, I was trying to outline this book project and to better organize how I want this project to go. I'm thinking I may turn it into a book/graphic novel. But yesterday, I was going through my work-related posts on my LJ account and running off those pages so I have something to look at and do my editing/organizing when I'm not at my computer. Holy crap, I've got about half of the LJ entries ran off so far and I've already realized it's a lot of material. I haven't even gotten to "15 Items Or Less" yet or my pen-and-paper journal.

What bothers me the most is that after reading these past entries, I just now realized how much of my life I've spent at this job. At least 1/6th of my life. And I don't even like the job. And it just feels like it's getting worse. So yeah. The book has to be written.


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