[Frustrating] Lists

I am really pissed off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today has been a weird day, because I can't say it's been a bad day because it hasn't. There have been good and weird things that have happened, but there have also been some very FRUSTRATING THINGS THAT HAPPENED!!!!!!! Let me make a list.
1) Today at work seemed like it would NEVER END. It was cold, and it was slow, and my feet were intent on murdering me, I swear, and I was so tired, and I didn't think our shift would ever end!!!! "Will we ever get outta here?"
2) Me and Robin got into a muddle-y discussion as usual, only this one was EXTRA muddle-y.
3) Everyone telling me that I shouldn't go to SVA, and then when the see my stubbornness, telling me I can't go to SVA because: I don't take pictures, I don't have a portfolio, I can't make a living off of photography, I don't want to go to art school (I don't? This is news to me.), etc, etc. BAH!!
4) My dad always manages to pick the WORST times to play guitars that he could ever possibly pick. It's like he waits on purpose until I am peak frustrated, or half-asleep at 4 AM, to pull out an acoustic, or worse -like today- plugs the Les Paul into an amp, cranks it up and POP POP POP succeeds in making me want to close my eyes, pull my hair and SCREAM. (This might seem like a funny problem to have but believe me, it gets ANNOYING!!!)

Okay. Breeeeeathe. He's stopped playing now, and I'm not at work, and I'm not thinking about religion right now, and I can go to SVA, I'm GOING to SVA!!!
(And look, I managed to get through all of it without typing all the foul words and adjectives that were streamlining through my brain! Self-control, Angela. Self-control. Yeah, right.)

There are some good things I should mention as well:
1) Rally's fries are really good! I just learned that.
2) Robin taught me to drive today! Yeah, I know, a year and a half late, but hey, BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, huh? Yeah. Good. Finally.
3) Mom (and Dad, I guess) didn't say flat-out "NO!" this time when I brought up me and Robin wanting to go visit SVA in August.
4) Oh yeah, this morning at work before we opened, the manager& asst. manager left me and Crystal there while they went to run some errands, and we had all the prep done and wasn't time to open yet. We had Oldies on the radio and they played Brown Sugar; we turned it up REAL LOUD so you could hear it all over the store, and I danced around the tables and sang in the front room. Luckily at 8:30 AM nobdoy's walking past the windows outside. =D

So, those were fun things.

One sad thing:
1) Got a comment on my blog from some random passer-by named Ryan, and you know how just the display name comes up as Sender on the email alerts, and so I see "Ryan" has commented on my blog and see, I used to know this kid named Ryan and then I thought he died and... yeah, it's kind of a long story, but the point is I was hoping it was him even though I knew it wasn't going to be, and it wasn't. So I guess... just thinking about my Ryan made me a bit nostaglic. (My Ryan? Geez, haven't said that in awhile.)

And this was one weird thing:
1) This kid that I go to school with tried to pick me up today (you know, like, hit on me, not... literally, haha) when I was in the car with Robin and the amusing thing was that he didn't even realize that he knows me because, yeah, with that kind of history on that many drugs, his brain kind of goes spastic on him. So that was quite odd. It was like, "Hey, what's your name?" Me: *thinking* Yeah, we've gone to school together since what, 6th grade? Time to lay off the smokes, my friend.

That's it for the lists. But you know what that made me think? I've noticed that whenever guys try to pick me up, not when I'm with people, but when it's obvious that it's directed at ME, I handle it fine but for the next like, half an hour I feel all freaky. Something about the fact that every so often, some guys find me attractive and are attracted to me, just really bothers me. It makes me feel all odd and I don't like it. I might even go so far as to say I hate it. I really prefer being invisible to the male eye like I am the MAJORITY of the time. Crystal gets all the attention, and frankly, that's the way I prefer it. Invisibility to males is a beautiful thing. So yeah. That's just what I realized today, that I really hate it when boys give me attention like that. Well....okay, Tom being the exception. With Tom you just kinda eat it up because, well, he's Tom, you know. That's different. With Tom everybody just loves it and wants it. Haha. But I mean, regular boys. =P

(Brown Sugar is really a good-sounding song.)

This is the end........my only friend, the end...........

The End :)