Wednesday, Feb. 06, 2002 -- 11:05 p.m.

Last night, Craig and I went to Shiki for dinner. We had spicy tuna roll to start and then I got the tempura udon set and Craig got the tempura soba set. Twas delish. It came with vegetable and shrimp tempura (battered and fried) and sushi and udon noodles for me, soba noodles for Craig. There was some pickled side stuff I didn't know the names of. and Craig got a japanese beer I don't remember the name of. Craig paid.

After, we went to his place and had sex. I did not cum but this time I was not extremely bitter afterwards like i usually am.

I woke up this morning to find that I was bleeding to death; I had gotten my period. crap, A day early. I was not happy.

I had one class from 4-5 and then I had to go to the mall to work from 5:30 - 8. When I got there my dad took my car to church. i had no ride home and I was pissed. I would not have been as mad if he had told me AHEAD of time that I was not going to have a ride home but he just assumed that I would find some other ride. I DID NOT have a ride and there is no bus that goes to my house. What made me even angrier was that I was not needed today. It was totally not busy and tricia could have handled it on her own.

What made me even madder was that some friggin Native girl stole two bingo tickets from me (equals $6). I was not paying attention and she left without paying for them. I know this is bad but sometimes when someone of a different race does something bad to me I get mad at that ENTIRE RACE! I know that they're not all bad but I just can't help it. I totally would not have cared if this girl was shot DEAD. I wanted her to die. I was so mad.

I hate when people bring their little kids to the booth. I don't mind the babies that can't talk or walk but the toddlers are real fucking annoying. There was this little girl that was screaming to her dad "PICK ME UP! PICK ME UP!" and then some other unintelligable stuff, and then when he wouldn't pick her up she started grabbing at the instant tickets that were on the booth. I quickly grabbed the tray of tickets out of her reach. Usually I would laugh it off and pretend I'm not fucking annoyed, pretend that the fucking ugly kid is cute, but I just said "don't touch".

I hate when parents have their kid pick and buy the ticket. They think it's cute. I think it's retarded but I have to pretend it's cute. They say to the brat "pick a ticket, pick a ticket" and the thing madly starts grabbing at whatever they can reach. And then the parents say "no no, only one" and they try to put some of them back but they don't do it properly so that when they leave I have to reorganize the tray.But I can't reorganize while they're in front of me because that would be rude *gasp*.

And after the brat has the ticket, the parents say "now give her the money, give her the money", but the anklebiter won't give me the money so the parents have to pry the money out of its claw and give it to me. And then the little heathen starts grabbing at the tickets again and I have to move the tickets out of its reach while saying "awww isn't that adorable", pretending that it isn't the ugly mutant that it is. This whole process takes way too long. I could have served four other customers by this time.

I called Craig to pick me up at 9:17 at Masonville mall. I had to take bus tickets from the store because I didn't have my bus pass with me. If my dad had told me that I wouldn't get the car I would have taken my friggin bag that has my bus pass in it.

Craig was waiting for me when I got to the mall at 9:25(it was late). Apparently, a bus had passed at 9:17 and when I hadn't gotten off he had thought that I had missed the bus and he had been mad for a bit. When he saw me, he wasn't mad. I gave him a $10 calling card that I had taken from the store so that he can call me, and whoever else, when he gets to BC.

FUK, someone just called my house right now asking for my dad. He said that he was calling to make sure my dad was alright. i asked why would he not be alright? He said, because my dad went to the emergency room. He had fallen at church and gotten a concussion. I didn't learn anything more than that. I'm worried. Fuk. What would I do without my dad? What the hell could be wrong? Why did he fall? Did he fall far? Where did he fall? How did he fall? What the HELL?!?! HE wAs AT FUCKING CHURCH FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!!!!! Shouldn't god protect him or something?

Craig's leaving on saturday morning. He said that he will leave his apartment key with me so that I can water his plants, "please don't kill them". I'll try not to, although my record with any form of life is not in his favour.

I remember, when I was little my aunt bought my sister and I a turtle. We did not take very good care of that turtle and we would leave the tank dirty for weeks on end. I think that we would forget to feed it and when we remembered we would pour the entire bottle of food in to compensate.

Surprisingly, the turtle lived for a year or so, and then one day it died and my mom threw it out of the car.

About three years ago, my aunt told me that during the year of the turtle, we had not had just one turtle, but three. There were three turtles. The original one which died, a second one that died, and the third one that died and got thrown out the window. I guess my mom got sick of replacing it.

I was shocked and dismayed that my mom would ever do such a thing. well actually I wasn't shocked or dismayed, though I did think it was hilarious.

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