carmel freaks me out. it's the most unrealistic place ever, and i dont understand how i'm the product of such a place, seeing as how i'm so...uncarmelized. how did it not saturate me? strange.
and its not just all the neighborhoods having the word "wood" somewhere in every 'court' and 'place' and 'drive' as well as the actual neighborhood name, and its not just all the forty-something moms jogging in their coordinated work out outfits bought at galyans. i think the weirdest thing is that literally every time i've looked out a window in the past month, i've seen an asian guy mowing his lawn.
see, it wouldn't be so bad if it was the same window and the same asian guy every time. but ITS NOT. it's a different asian guy, a different side of the house, a different yard....they're like manicured lawn zombies. i think dignal's pal aaron should get an army of them working for him...he could multiply his business by twofold. or threefold. or something. yeah. maybe they eat grass.
i heard on the news tonight that carmel's considering plans to add some five story luxury apartments, underground parking garages, and a fancy shmancy hotel in the downtown carmel area (for those who know carmel, near the civic area with the fountain and police station and such). somehow that is just creepy to me. it's so....carmel. *shudder*
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work has been pretty fun. as far as work goes, of course. i'd forgotten how much fun making pizza can actually be, as long as you're in a somewhat encouraging environment. pizza KING just flat out doesnt care about you, whereas pizza HUT at least makes effort. like free employee meals after you work. fifty percent discount when eating there starting when you work. and such. so nice of them. though michael (the gay manager) does tend to be a stickler for things like sock color. owell. i deal with it.
there's plenty of boys to play with. boys that arent IWU material are so DIFFERENT than boys that are. i completely forgot what real boys were like. they're pretty nasty and perverted, but they're still fun sometimes. haha, yesterday was pretty funny. nate medders (fellow iwu student) works at PH, and i guess he had some inappropriate picture of a rather well-endowed male infant that he showed a couple of the guys, saying it was his baby picture. some of the guys he showed it to were trying to get him to show it to me, saying "oh, suzin would think that's hilarious." but i think nate was pretty embarrassed, and he declined and tried to change the subject. it was pretty awkward, but i was secretly relishing it. always working with the perverted make table boys, i kind of get grouped into that and associated with their joking like i'm some huge pervert too, so i guess it made me feel less bad or whatever to have the perfect nate medders seem worldly. i dunno. now i feel like i'm sounding like some evil creature that hates nate medders. i think its just three am and i cant think straight enough.
owell. i made a boy fix my windshield wipers since the oil change guy screwed them up pretty bad. that was fun. what made it even funner was that rafo showed up to pick up pizza in the middle of it...yes, dun-dun-dunnnn the ex boyfriend freakin puerto rican rafo, evil master genious of all things that have ruined my life. he got a new car. grrrr. but i enjoyed it because there i was in front of pizza hut with boys fixing my car problems like i didnt need him anymore. booyah.
and i've given in to the pressure and agreed to continue working at PH every other weekend during school. michael almost cried he was so happy. it was exciting. it still is.
and they've upped my hours...i got a deal with them. they desperately needed me to work on a sunday night and asked what it would take and i said at least 25 hours a week. and it worked. huzzah! they've even started scheduling me to close a couple times. its actually quite fun. i like being there when its super duper slow and all i got to do is clean up. its a lot like opening, only backwards. that totally made sense and i didnt sound like a bimbo AT ALL. shut up. foo'. i used to open a couple summers ago, and i dug it. ok, i'm being boring. sorry.
well. matt burns and curtis the shift manager kind of got in trouble...they've always made a lot of gay jokes and just been plain goofy in all the years i've worked there, and for some reason apparantly someone complained about how offended they were by the jokes. the weird thing is they're definately not the ones i would complain about...J.D. and a couple other guys are alot more perverted and offensive...but far be it from me to be logical. anyways, they were told they couldn't be gross anymore and had to speak nicely and politely about pretty subjects or whatever...so J.D. and company decided to make up a special "make table pizza language" that only we would understand so everyone could continue to talk as before, yet be slightly more socially acceptable. they deemed that from then on the word "cheese" would be synonymous with the word "butt." and boy did they grind that joke into the floor once they created it. every cheese pizza or extra cheese pizza, every side of cheese ordered, every box of cheese that needed to be refilled...aw jeese. you can imagine. it was frightful. "matt, get your cheese off my make table." "hey, J.D., look, a CHEESE pizza! disgusting!"
i think i'm being pretty boring. i dont think i'm communicating very well with my journal right now. or my readers. i kind of feel like scrapping this entire entry, but i've worked so long on it and i havent been offering much lately. i suck.
holy crap, i hemmed my pants. i know, you dont care about this either, but seriously, i am SO COOL. you dont understand. i got these awesome new nice khaki dress pants (thanks joe, my sugar daddy), but unfortunatly i'm still on 5'2 and these pants had someone alot taller in mind. so i couldnt really wear them since they were just a tad too long to function in. finally i got a chance to hem them up and they look great! i'm phenomenal! i love being domesticated.
for those who didnt get it, i'll just be domestic. ated. domestic. like a dome. with a stick. yep. and i ate it.
i'm too not right at the moment, so i'll go to bed and wake up a little more normal.
sorry.
current mood:
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