People can be ...

Where do I begin???

Saturday, we went to a symphony. Sherisse got tickets through her music teacher. During the first part (there were three parts), it was a Beethoven piece. Towards the end of the piece, I accidentally tapped the chair of the guy in front of me with my foot. He whips his head around, and very nastily says "Can you stop doing that?" He looked furious enough to punch me! That's how mad he was. As soon as he whipped around, I started saying "I'm sorry". Sherisse dropped her bobby pins on him earlier. I think she might've tapped his chair as well. Either way, I guess I was the straw that broke the camel's back. I wouldn't have thought anything of it except for the nasty way he said it.

Today ... I was folding some sweaters and a customer asked me, "what's the style?" I told her, "it's just a V-neck sweater." She gets mad at me and says angrily, "JUST A V-NECK? I CANNOT OPEN IT? I CANNOT OPEN IT??" Then she stormed out of the store. Where in my answer did I tell her she couldn't open it??? If she hadn't stormed out and overreacted, I would've told her it came in other colors and asked her if she wanted to see a size, I like I do with plenty of customers.

Happy Birthday to me!

Okay, so now I'm 24. Nina and I went to school then met up with Angelina for lunch at Islands. Angelina had gone to Marshall's earlier, so Nina and I went because she said there was a bunch of Dodgers stuff on sale. I got two t-shirts for Joanne. I also found a Red Sox book for Sherisse and a framed photo of Nomar for Angelina. Why am I saying this on my blog? Pretty certain they don't read it ... at least I don't think they do. So if they know what I got them, then I guess they do read this. Nina wanted to find the Boston book, so we went to another Marshall's that was close so she could find one. Instead, she found a Dodgers' warm up jacket (authentic Majestic one too!!!) for 20. Wow. I went home and took some pictures of the stray kitties in my backyard. I heard a strange popping noise when I was walking back to my car. Not sure what it was. Well guess what? I was trying to take some pictures tonight and my FLASH wouldn't work!!! Was that the popping noise I heard???? After picking up Nina, my brother (who even told me happy birthday!), then prayer meeting. After the prayer meeting, we went to Baskin Robbins for $1 Tuesday scoops (okay so it was $1 for kid scoops and 1.50 for regular scoops). I got a scoop of jamoca and a scoop of chocolate fudge. I meant to get a scoop of jamoca almond fudge but didn't see it till later. That's okay, because guess what? Once I got to the scoop of jamoca ... it wasn't there anymore! Yup ... it fell off my cone and onto the floor :-)

Almost 24

Okay, so it's been a long time since I've written anything in here (especially anything NOT related to the Dodgers). Now that the season is over, I've gotten quite a bit of time to reflect. Especially so since my 24th birthday is right around the corner. And to be honest ... my birthday wish has been the same thing for the longest time now. It's the same as my New Year's resolution/wish/whatever. I'm not asking for much, really. It's not like I keep wishing for a husband, because I'm not. All I'm asking for is to go out on my first date before I'm 25. All I want to is have my first kiss before I'm 25. All I want is to know how it feels to hold a guy's hand, to be hugged in a "more than friend or acquaintance" way, to be asked out by a guy who I'll actually say yes to (not some random stranger or someone who's twice my age or not someone who I just plain didn't like or not someone who was asking but only as a joke and yes all of these things have happened to me) ... just once that's all I'm asking for. Is that really too much to ask? I'm content being single and being on my own. But for once ... I'd like to know that there is someone out there who finds me the least bit attractive ... who thinks I'm special (in that more than a friend way of course). Is that really too much to ask? Sometimes when I look in the mirror I see that maybe that is too much to ask and maybe I'm just not cut out for that. Perhaps that's why I avoid looking in a mirror when at all possible. So why do I always feel like I'm not even cut out for second best. That I'll always be last in everything. That no matter what ... I'll always be the odd one out. That given a choice ... I'd be left standing in the dust as everyone scatters away from me. That I'll never be good enough for anyone, whether it's as a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a friend, a girlfriend, or a wife. That I'll never be good enough in what I do, whether it's being a student, a sales associate, a writer, a photographer, a musician, a singer ... that "amateur" doesn't even begin to describe how inadequate I am. If I was a baseball player and life was a baseball game, not only would I strike out every time I'd get up to bat, but I'd screw it up every time I was on the field. If I was a pitcher, not only would I probably give up a single by not fielding the ball correctly thus crediting me with an error, hit the next batter, walk the next to load the bases, then give up a grand slam to the opposing pitcher. If I was a bowler, not only would I throw the bowling ball into the gutter ... but it would get stuck less than halfway to the pins. If I was a novel, it would be shelved in the deepest darkest part of the library collecting so much dust that it would take the world's strongest vacuum to clean it off. If I was a television show, you couldn't pay the extras enough to be on the show let alone the actors. If I was a photographer, every photo would be black because I forgot to take the lens cap off. If I was a musician, every note would be either flat or sharp because I would basically be out of tune all the time. As I'm getting near to the end of this, I'm seriously considering whether or not to post it. Then again ... I'm not sure how many people I actually know actually read this. Most of my hits come from random google searches so who knows if anyone actually pays attention to my random ramblings. Especially ones as bleak as this one. Don't worry. I don't really have this bleak of a view on life... most of the time. It usually hits me when it's late at night. And more so around my birthday. I remember in high school how much I dreaded my birthday because it was so depressing then. Like in the game of baseball, we can only take it one game at a time. You can't play Game 7 of the World Series until you play the first one. Because you can't even guarantee that there will be a Game 7. Sometimes I can't even just take it one day at a time. Sometimes I just gotta take it one hour a time. One minute to the next. We'll see how long this post stays up.

Game Two Results

Now if you thought the results of Game One was bad ... don't even look for a summary of Game two. It was awful. They played like the Cubs. In fact ... they may have played WORSE! It took four pitchers to get out of the third inning! Need I say more??? Let's hope we can sweep them at home and steal one more from them to get to the world Series. They need to stop playing like the Cubs and play like we know they can play!!!

So... I got asked out the other night...

On the street, of course. By a complete total stranger. Of course.

After work, I had to go to Nina's. But I stopped by a used book store. I was looking for a specific book. When I found it, I took it to the counter to pay for it. As I was paying for it, this older Hispanic guy came up to the counter too. He asked, "So you found something interesting?" He looked at the book and said, "oh, gossip." Since he was totally wrong and didn't know what he was talking about, I didn't bother answering him. I paid and left. He followed. He then asked "Hey girl how are you doing? Can I buy you a drink?" I said a quick no and kept walking. Why do I always get the random strangers??