So, like, I haven't died...this is good.

I am aware of just how forever it's been since I posted anything. And you mofos ARE going to have to put up with a quizspam and a picspam (I got my Halloween pics, finally, plus I have some pics from the auction to scan, haaa) in the near future. *huggles LJ-cut* But I feel it's more important to actually, like, update before I do that, since it's actually been that long.

In no order other than "that just popped into my head!" order...

Detour to Destiny has NOT died. It's just that Shelly was extremely lazy busy and didn't write hers for a couple of weeks. And then FOS changed its URL, but also did NOT die, like I thought it had. Poor little upstart fanfiction archive. Ummm...I've drawn more pics but am too lazy to scan them, at least tonight.

I went for a walk with Nico on a Thursday night and ended up with blisters so bad that after my Friday morning shift at the Steak House I had someone cover my Saturday shift. I still had to work at Taco Bell on both nights, but I don't have to, like, carry plates and walk from one end of the building to the other. Much. And the places where the blisters were are still peeling! >_< But anyway, the point is that we talked a lot that night, and did a bit of bitching on both sides, and at the end he told me I should move out. I said, "On my own?" and he said yeah, if I waited for him to get his shit together I'd be waiting for a long time. And I said (in more/different words) "Thank GOD, I already came to that conclusion but I wasn't sure how to tell you." So we're not moving in together. (Mom is pleased; Dad seems to think it doesn't really matter because he knows that when I move out Nico is still going to hang out in my place.) On the bright side of that, we kind of started making those plans right before I got a raise, and my average tips at the Steak House are getting higher (maybe because I'm getting better at waitressing, maybe because I'm taking more tables than I used to?), and so I think I can actually afford to do it alone. (And maybe it'll be better for me anyway, to NOT have a security crutch. Which is not the phrase I'm looking for but whatever.) You tell me: $750 a month should cover $350 rent, an electric bill, a cell phone bill, a $50 computer payment (which I don't have now but plan to have soon), and internet in some form, right?

Nico and I were going to see Bobby yesterday but ended up postponing it until next week. "Can we do it in a week when I have a day off?" --Nico Fair enough, I suppose. I may wait for the DVD of Happy Feet. I don't want to go alone. If I can get a friend to go with me I'll go but I will NOT be the only adult in a theater full of six-year-olds. Even MY dorkiness has its limits. Especially at $7 a ticket.

There was an interview of Elijah Wood in the paper RE: Happy Feet, and Nico cut out the picture. Wouldn't have minded getting the article with it, but oh well. It's a HOT picture. I shall scan it when I decide to scan all the stuff I have stockpiled to scan. ^_^

Congratulations are in order-- taethowen is engaged! Go her! ^_^ And when I went to church on Sunday (I haven't gone since, like, May, but then this is the first time I didn't close on Saturday night in all that time...and that was only because I took it off, even though we got back from Thanksgiving on Friday I didn't want to go back to work for just one day, plus we put up the Christmas decorations) I found out that my friend Carissa is getting married next month. Gah. We'd lost touch, more so than I'd thought.

(And then Shelly and Josh are pretty much engaged--and even Craig, who I work with, has found a girlfriend, and if you knew Craig you would know how mind-bogglingly amazing that is--and I'm starting to REALLY feel left out. Damn this bullshit about "when it's right, it'll happen." I want a boyfriend. Period. I don't care if he's not the one and I don't end up marrying him. I'm going to get into a relationship and he's going to break up with me because he'll feel like I date like I'm in high school. And that'll suck.)

On the alcohol front: I GOT one of those Schmirnoff's wine coolers all to myself, and it was grape no less. God I love Nico. (That was Monday before last, FYI. At Nico's, after work.) I so saved the bottle, I put it up with the Snapple Element bottles I used to collect when they came in bottles, not cans, and looked really freaking sweet instead of cheap. Then the next night he gave me a glass of (really cheap, I guess, I can't freaking tell) white wine. Citrusy. I liked it, and would have had another except I didn't know how late I was staying and didn't want to risk driving too soon. (I think that by the time we got done watching an ep of Modern Marvels about the Sears Tower, with Nico pausing it every three seconds to point out what buildings were in the background, I would have been just fine.) After relaying this decision, Nico said: "Okay, whatver. Way to be an adult and make responsible choices." Which gave me WaFF for no real reason. Please don't ask me what WaFF are, google/wiki it yourself. We also made the wineglasses (well, champagne flutes, really, but whatever) ring. That was fun. And I did it better than he did. Ha! I win at life.

At work...I got someone fired and didn't even lift a finger. Didn't even open my mouth, but that was kind of the point... Ha. Sherie (who was always really sweet to me and most everyone else for forever and ever) on a Monday morning started bitching at me for no real reason and then continued to NOT LET IT GO all day long. Seriously. I think it started because I wasn't handing out orders fast enough, but that's ALWAYS a problem when there's no expediter, and I was doing the best I could--the point is, the same thing happened that day that happens every damn day, but she kept bitching like I'd done something seriously wrong. If I'd handed out the wrong food to, say, 27 cars in a row, and they all came in at one time demanding that we remake all that food, THEN maybe she would have had a right to carry on for FIVE HOURS like she did. But I didn't, and she DID. I really hope none of my customers noticed from my voice that I was TRYING NOT TO CRY. Ahem.

So I came to work the next morning figuring all would be forgotten, because that's pretty much the Taco Bell code of ethics: Whatever happened yesterday is more or less meaningless and everyone can be cheerful today. But NOOO. I clocked on, hung my coat in the break room, and went to the office door to check the deployment. (Because, goddamnit, if they DO actually ever put me somewhere besides headset, then I don't want to spend the day doing headset because I didn't bother to look.) And Sherie comes along in this absolutely nails-on-a-chalkboard-annoying sugar-sweet voice, "HI SARAH, HOW ARE YOU THIS MORNING, LOVE?"

And I wanted to scream "Get the hell away from me you fucking bitch!" But I thought that maybe that would be a bad idea, so I settled on icy, confused glare and said nothing.

And she kept "greeting" me in the same annoying manner, and I kept ignoring her, and finally after the third try, she said, "I'm going home." No one believed her, but she was being so annoying no one cared. She said, "Yeah, Sarah's not going to say good morning to me so I'm going home." Nico waved at her. XD And she grabbed her coat and purse and hasn't darkened the door of Taco Bell since.

Whatever. As a result, suddenly I get along (more or less) with Candise. And I'm pretty sure Sherie's not getting her job back this time. Even if she was a shift supervisor and has worked there eight years, on and off. She's pulled other shit like randomly not showing up and not calling and come close to losing her job before. I have to say I don't really feel sorry for her. I just hope her little kids don't, like, starve because of it or anything.

Funny moments at work that aren't really witty enough to be witticisms--I was on headset, but I was also closing lobby so I was out there vacuuming the rug. I got a beep so I paused the vacuum to say "Hi, how are you?" At which time Nico walks out of the kitchen and randomly screams. And then I go, "Let me know when you're ready to order" and it dawns on him that the people at the speaker HEARD HIM. XD Sucks for them, maybe, but I find it funny--the look on his face was PRICELESS and he was mouthing "OMG SORRY!" Ha.

So then it happens again, only with Justin, like a week later. I'm doing dishes, he brings me back one and screams at random (yeah, random screaming happens a LOT after lobby closes) and then I say "Let me know when you're ready to order" and that classically hilarious reaction of mouthing "OMG I am SOOOO sorry" happens. He was a bit more upset about it than Nico, especially after I informed him that they said, in reaction, "It's really loud in there, huh?"

But whatever. So later that night he does it again, screams when dropping off some dishes for me to wash. Only this time I'm smart and even though there's no one there, I say "Let me know when you're ready to order." He quietly asks if I'm serious, and I can't keep a straight face, but he admitted that I freaked him out for a moment.

And I was going to talk about the auction, but really, I think I'll wait for the pics. (Plus the library's closing.) And Thanksgiving, for which I MIGHT have pics. Gah. Five hours at the library and I'm STILL behind. But I'll be back tomorrow 5-8. And maybe Friday as well since I randomly don't work at the Steak House that day. HA.