Tuesday, July 19, 2011

New blog...

So I hate to bring you this bad news
but I did get a new blog url.

here it is:

new url/title/description/style pending I get creative.

So go change all of your bookmarks cause kjlie77.blogspot.com is officially over.
over and out.

Monday, July 18, 2011

you never know what can happen.

So I was at the pool the other day with Ashleigh when I decided it was time to go (this was about 1:10ish). So Ashleigh looks at her phone and she has a text from Alex telling her that she needs to move her car "now". So we get in the car and drive home but we're driving down the main road to get to my Grandmas house and there is a firetruck and an ambulance blocking the entrance to our street as well as blocking access to the driveway that is about 15 feet down the street. So I turn down a side street and make a huge circle around my house to come up the back way to the street/driveway and pull in the driveway and park in my normal spot. Then I'm walking up the side yard hill and I see a whole bunch of neighbors standing in the middle of the street but I can't tell if they're looking at my house or my neighbors house. I kind of started to freak out at this point because I knew they were standing in my yard at this point, looking at my house. Obviously I thought about my Grandma and something happened to her.
But no. Pretty much the last thing that I was expecting to be on the porch was there.
A car.
Yes, there was a car smashed into my porch.
While Alex was sitting on it.

Here's what happened:
My neighbor's mother was watching her cats while she was gone for a few days and I guess it was time for her to leave so she gets in her car and Alex said that she heard a lot of gravel being upturned in the driveway and she thought that someone was angry. But this lady (according to our other neighbor who was watching) either consciously tried to turn her car around, or it was just what happened, got her car facing the road and then took off full speed towards my house. The old lady somehow drove over the median of bushes and flowers that separate her daughters house and her daughters neighbor, this is also in between a telephone pole and a huge tree, across the street, over this bush in my Grams front yard which is about 10 feet high and into my porch. Completely missing the propane tank and our kitchen. Or going over the hill beside my house. All thankfully.
Except poor Alex was sitting on the porch while all of this was happening. She screamed and the neighbor down the street came running up after he heard that and the crash and I guess tried to do some sort of CPR on the old lady. Alex went to get my Gram who was in the basement and had no idea this was happening. After talking to the neighbors, none of their sons wanted to call 911 so I guess one of them did and five minutes later the paramedics were there and they ripped the old lady out of her car and started doing chest compressions. While all of this was going on, her horn was still going off.
The lady was gone by the time we got to the house, but we passed the ambulance on our way to the driveway. Then the news came and the cops and a tow truck and they pulled her car out and my uncle, Alex and cousin Adam were harassing the cameramen and Alex made one of them drop his camera. We were on the news though, if you wanted to know. Well the house, none of us were.
I feel bad thinking this whole thing is funny, especially when the lady died, but it is comical if you think about it. She had a heart attack but I don't know if anyone knows if the crash killed her or the heart attack.

Friday, July 15, 2011

it's my one last shot of redemption

So I'm starting my new blog and I'm trying to make it up all nice but I've become bored and lazy after 4 minutes of working on it.
Also, I'm just more than annoyed with most people. I think that if you ask someone to do something almost two years ago and you still haven't done it, it basically says nothing good about your character. It's not that hard, let's go. You're holding me back and I can't really take it, lady.
And again, I only got 4 hours of work this week at Old Navy. I really don't know why I put up with this crap. I can't live on 30 dollars a week you whores. Yes, I realize I should have a real job but clearly that's not possible because of what I just mentioned.
While I have technically 3 jobs right now, I hate all of them and there is no way I can do this again next year. I'm assuming that I don't have a choice and I'm seriously considering moving back to Maryland because there isn't really a reason to stay in Pittsburgh. I mean, if someone would give me one reason to stay here...
And about my fortune- I'm over it and I'm done being patient. So I'm going to be active and not passive and attempt to get shit done. I'm guessing it won't happen/work, but you get the idea.
Pardon my rant though. I'm going to have to make a separate post for my Harry Potter experience later when I calm down.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

if i am the joke, then you're the punchline pt. 3

Some lady told me that I had cute hair today. I think it actually looks pretty terrible myself. I'm starting to catch on to this lady's act though. I have recently become a "regular" at China Bistro on Route 8. Literally the buffet is $3.99. $4.28 with tax, if we're getting specific. Anyway, you walk in to the restaurant and this tiny Chinese lady walks out of the back and she goes "Hi! How are you?" but she says it like we're old friends and she makes you feel all warm and nice. Then she asks how you've been and all that jazz. Then she asks, in a completely non-judgmental way, if you just have one. I always respond that in fact it is just me. Then she says "you want water, right". No, woman. While the food is delicious, your water tastes like someone pooped in it, but I will take the buffet. I brought my own drink today. Then every five minutes she walks over and asks if you're doing okay. Somehow this isn't annoying. Probably because she's so nice. The three other loners in China Bistro make me feel better because at least I'm texting people and while I'm not 300 pounds overweight like 90% of the customers, I am still fat. But they make me feel better about myself.
Then she always brings me the check after my second plate. I never know if she does this to kick me out like "little girl, you shouldn't be eating all of this Chinese food" or is she just wants me out of the restaurant. Then I go pay and she always compliments me. Today it was my hair. Last time it was my purse. She said she was going to buy her daughter one.

The best part though, you're never going to believe it, I actually got a fortune. You know how you always get a cookie with what I like to call "words of wisdom" in it when you expect a fortune. You think you'll get something like "You will win the lottery" and you get "May the force be with you", always disappointing. But today I got:

Right now you need to be patient

And I feel like that is the best fortune I will ever receive. Or the only one that is close to actually being a real fortune.

Friday, July 8, 2011

you son of a gun.

You know, some people have really specific pet peeves. And if you want to know mine it's when people use the wrong form of "your". I know you all know this, but it bothers me so much it makes my skin crawl. And I know nothing about grammar so I'm not sure why it bothers me so much, it just does. Especially when people who have their college degree do it.
Also, I'm tired of boys. Honestly, why can't someone who is sane like me? Apparently this is all just too much to ask. I can't even.
And in other news, I hate work. I literally got home at 10:50 and sat in my uncles room for an hour complaining about all things wrong with Old Navy. I wish I could write about it, but I think that you all know my problems anyway.
And I'm going to have to get rid of this blog soon. I've almost hit my 999th post mark. I did before but I didn't realize that you could only have so many posts and it deleted 20 of my posts. This is sort of really depressing for me since I've been so dedicated to this one since Junior year of high school.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

That's more like it.

Can I just rant about how much Forever 21 sucks. While I like their clothes all of their policies are horrid. Today, for example, I go in and try on a bathing suit. But of course I'm too much of a prude and there was a gaping hole in the middle of the top so I oped out. Anyway, I was looking at their random crap section and guess what I found? Nose strips. Now I can be like Mia! If only I had a Michael to pick up checks for me and walk in on me while I'm de-blackheading.
I realize all of this is too much information.
Now back to what I wanted to complain about:
So I saw these bows two were leopard print and two were black so obviously I needed to own them. Then I noticed there was a pack where two of the bows were missing so I went up to the girl at the register and asked if I could get a discount since there are only two. She goes "they come with four" and I told her that I didn't need all of them (I show much restraint when it comes to buying bows, I wish I could say the same for food) and she wasn't having it. She told me that I could get 10% off and then at that point it wouldn't be worth it and that I should just get all of them. You know what, girl, if you ever come into Old Navy and ask for one flip flop, I will make you pay for both. Then you can know how it feels. I will refuse to price override that for you. I have that power, I'm sure you do too.

In other news, I'm extremely burnt. Okay not that bad, but kind of bad.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Please watch this

"I like to eat a lot of bread casuse there's not a lot of calories in bread. gotta cut corners somewhere."

Thursday, June 30, 2011

i love you like a love song.

Sometimes, but hardly ever, I read a story that truly relates to me. I bought The Lottery and Other Stories by Shirley Jackson at Half Price Books the other day and I've read about ten of them so far. We all know or have heard of "The Lottery", but I still have yet to read it. I remember in the most hated English class I had where I first encountered Lit Bitch, we all got to pick a short story and do a ten minute presentation on it. Well, this one boy (who was rather attractive so that's probably why I remember the story) did "The Lottery" and I always meant to read it but never got around to reading it....So I will soon. I think I'm a few stories away from it. Well, anyway, "My Life With R. H. Macy" is the story of my life. More like the story that I wish was my life. It's basically about a girl who gets a job at Macy's and hates it and then quits. So basically the story of my life minus the quitting part.

I was talking to my friend yesterday and saying how if I could be anyone in the world I would be a girl in her early 20's from a small town that moves to New York City in the 1940's or 1960's and works at a department store. I don't really want much else. Seriously, those kinds of plots make the best stories. I mean, you can substitute the place of work for anything. Think The Bell Jar or Valley of the Dolls or even Mad Men. Except minus the attempted suicide, the drug use and the unplanned pregnancy. But why not add a little spice to life, you know?

Saturday, June 25, 2011