Frustration Continued

So, updates on the situation with JJ. So aggravating. This is how it went down:

Scene: walking to the school, last day of school. Just me and JJ.

Me: So did you get the money to pay me back yet?

JJ: Oh, that.

Me: Yeah. That.

JJ: Well, I went through all the receits from CircoK that I have.

Me: And?

JJ: You owe me money.


(WHOA WHOA WHOA. HOLD THE PHONE. EXCUSE ME??)

Me: What?!

JJ: Yep. I've bought packs of gum for you since the beginning of the year.

(Now she has the roles reversed. Heaven help me.)

Me: No, JJ. I don't owe you anything.

JJ: Yes, you do. You owe me a penny.

Me: ... Seriously?

JJ: What's the problem? It's true.

Me: JJ, that's so not true. You owe me for the drinks and the gum. You have bought me one pack of gum this whole year. I do not owe you money, let alone a penny. You need to pay me back.

JJ: That's rude. (hands me a dollar) There you go.

(Oh. My. Freakin. Gosh. Is she actually being serious?)

JJ: Bye. (walks away)


Ohh, JJ, you had better run...

Glee Fever ~ Spoilers!!

Well, I have officially caught the Glee Fever. And I've only seen two episodes now, the Lady Gaga-based and the one before that. They were quite enjoyable.

Maybe I'm understating things. I LOVED the last one, when the Glee Club decided to go Gaga. An amazing rendition of the song "Bad Romance" finished off a spectacular episode chock full of emotion. From Kurt's struggle with judgemental football players to Rachel's confrontation with her discovered birth mother, tissues would have been required (if I was a softie, which I ususally am).

A definate breath-taker moment was when Burt (Kurt's father haha) valiantly stood up for his son against Finn, who was being a complete jerk in my opinion. I mean, Kurt was just trying to impress him. The room he designed was AMAZING. (Although, I am a girl, so that might explain my admiration.) Burt's beat-down of Finn had me cheering. Go Dad! Kurt's reaction to that whole scenario had me choking up. Poor Kurt!

Rachel's problems wit her new-found mother had me in deep thought. Of course it would have been nice if Shelby (Rachel's birth mom) and Rachel could just become one big happy family like Shelby wanted, but then reality knocked down the door. Rachel and Shelby have been apart for too long. They don't know or understand each other. There was bound to be problems, and it seems that it's too much for Shelby, because what do you think she does? She runs off! Puts even more space between her and Rachel and backs away from any chance for the moment of peace. Nice, Mom. Very nice. There goes the hope.

The Twlight references were hilarious, too. The paranoid principal was a definate stereotype for any misunderstanding parents!

Three Seconds is a Long Time

Well. Just now I was eating a quick dinner at the table while that rerun channel, Boomerang, was on. The old show 2 Stupid Dogs was playing, and I was partly paying attention to it, being more occupied with the fact that finals are coming up.

Of course, just then an episode started that featured a perverted rip-off of the Brady Bunch. I'm not kidding when I say perverted. The part I was actually watching featured Greg and Martha (I kid you not, those were the names of the poeple on the show) fighting over the how to set the table. Then Greg stabs Martha in the head with the fork (!!) and it stays stuck in the top of her head (!!!). Nothing too graphic about that, right?

Of course, just then, the mother walks by and notices the utensil popping out of her daughters head. After the situation is explained to her, she tells the two to apologize. And then she says, "Now, kiss and make up."

And of course the older, much more mature teenage kids take this literally. And I mean literally. I mean full on making-out for at least three seconds before the screenshot changes. I mean really kissing.

Three seconds is a long time.

And as if this isn't enough, for the first thirty seconds into the next scene, you can still hear them locking lips.

What is this supposed to tell the young, impressionable minds who see this? That it's okay to passionately kiss your sibling, blood-related or otherwise?

Wow.

Just wow.

And then Mr. Oh-So-Wise-Father, who just criticized the dogs for being stupid (hence the show's title) intelligently sticks his finger in the grill to test the hot dogs he's cooking.

I think you can guess what happens next.

His finger catches on fire. Graphically.

So he screams, "ALICE!! Do something!"

"Yes, Mr. B."

And now I'm thinking, oh, good. Maybe the moral housekeeper can keep the show from sinking. She can teach the kids how to help an injured person.

What does she do with the burning finger? Does she take care of it professionally?

Nah.

She spits on it. From about fifty feet away. With the kind of accuracy that would make a cowpoke proud.

Great medical advice.

As the show progresses, the large dog eats the kids before they are forcefully whacked out of him, the kids launch into a musical number (don't even ask), and managed to break Mom's favorite vase ("Mom always said, 'Don't drive the mower in the house.').

After being run over by said mower, and returning from the hospital, the littlest boy quips, "I learned what the inside of my liver looks like!"

After the dogs swallow fiery hot dogs and effectively burn the house down with their breath, the dogs are kicked to the curb, literally.

What a great way to treat your pets.

Moral of this whole experiance?

...

Be careful about the good old cartoons. They're more racy than you could have ever imagined.

Frustration

I've been having problems with a friend. Let's call this lovely person JJ.

At least once a week since the beginning of the year, JJ and I have stopped at CircoK on the way to school. I usually swing by to pick up a pack of gum or something, but it seems JJ always conviently forgets her wallet, and asks me to buy something for her.

At first, I was happy to oblige. We're friends, right? But slowly this frequent occurance has begun to annoy me. At first she beggged for just a stick of my gum. That turned into a pack of gum, which then turned into a pack of gum and a Monster drink. Yeah.

Just the other day, as we were waiting at the stoplight to cross the street, I hear this small splashing sound. I turn around to see JJ dumping half of the drink onto the sidewalk. I was astounded. How could she have the gall to do this in front of me? That's three bucks soaking into the dirt.

Another annoying habit: she sticks her trash into my bag. She does this when my back is turned, so when I get to class I open my bag to see gum wrappers and cans squashed at the bottom of my papers. Urgh.

So yesterday, I tried to stick up for myself. I said half-jokingly, "So when are you going to pay me back?"

Her actual response: "Huh?"

"The stuff I bought you. When are you goig to pay me back?"

She turned and, looking me in the eye, said, "I never said I was going to pay you back."

Excuse me?

I blinked rapidly, completely confused. "When we were in line yesterday, you said you would pay me back for all the gum and drinks I've paid for."

And she gave this little, annoyed sigh. "No," she snapped, flipping back her hair, "I said I would pay you back for that one pack of gum. Not everything."

Am I really hearing this? Really? Mind you, this girl is a year younger than I am.

Now I am really fed up with her attitude. "Um, no, JJ, you are going to pay me back for everything."

"I bought you a pack of gum at the beginning of the year. That counts."

And how exactly does one pack of gum equal several Monsters and half a dozen packs of gum?

"No, it doesn't, JJ. You need to pay me back."

And then she launches into an entire whiny tirade of how unfair that is. And I just walk next to her, quietly fuming.

She still hasn't paid me back. Is she really my friend? Only time will tell. But from now on, no free drinks for JJ.

An Insight On My Family

Okay, so I might as well put in some codenames for my family so I can talk about them without them finding out and being mad. ;P

So:

Buddy: My little bro, 11 years old and extremely annoying when he wants to be.

Bean: My little sister, 8 years old, and an extreme girly-girl.

Catidid: My next sis, soon to be 7 years old, and a bit of a tomboy. (She can do this really deep voice that freaks me out all the time!!)

Dude: My littlest brother, 3 years old and the most adorable, most frustrating kid ever.

And I'll think up codenames later for my mom and dad. I'm too lazy right now.

The Good Kind of Aggravation

So I have to rant about this, so I might as well do it here. ;)

Yesterday I was at lunch, as usual, and discovered that the only money I had with me was a twenty dollar bill. I decided I would take the wrath of the cashier over starving the rest of the day, so I walked up to an empty counter and ordered a pretzel and a chocolate-chip cookie, which came to about two bucks. The lady handed me my food and I passed her the twenty-dollar bill. Of course the dark look she gave was completely non-friendly, but I tried to ignore it. After all, I was the one paying, right? I was startled when she handed me back my own twenty dollar bill.

"I don't have change for this," the lady snapped at me. "You need to exchange it for the exact amount of change."

So there I was, holding my food and my money, thinking, Really? Did the cashier actually expect me to come back with the money?

There is no way in heck that woman didn't have enough change to make up $18. About fifty people had passed in line before me and almost all of them paid with dollar bills.

So aggravating. I had to beg and borrow from my friends because I didn't have any other cash and the lady wouldn't take it. I should have just walked away with the food and the money, but being the honest person I am, I paid in full. I hope that woman is happy.

I have to tell you, after the whole thing was over I was totally sick of that twenty bucks. I couldn't use at lunch, because I would have just gone through the same thing all over again. So the next class I was in I managed to get rid of it by putting it in some jar that was for donations to build a well in Africa.

The moral of the story? My frustrating experiance managed to bring clean water to the people of Africa. Boo-ya.

Welcome!

Hey there. I'm pretty new to blogging, so I would welcome friendly criticism. I have to say, at the moment, I have nothing much to say. I think that's because at the moment I'm watching Deadliest Warrior, but, hey who knows? ;)