Hey! Voldy, I Got Your Nose!

I'm a Harry Potter Movie geek.
I just got done watching "Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Pt. 1" just now for the first time. Okay, so I guess that doesn't exactly qualify me as a geek because I would have went to the theater to see it the second it aired if I were, but I do indeed love the Harry Potter movies and couldn't wait for Deathly Hallows to be available on onDemand. Just like the previous Harry Potter films, this one was great. I, however, have never read a Harry Potter book, so I can't compare the two. Being the silly person I am, I thought the movie was humerous as well as thrilling and suspenseful. I laughed probably a lot more than everyone else who've seen it. That's just me. The end of the movie made me so anxious to see Deathly Hallows Pt 2, which I definitely will go to the theater to see. Matter of fact, I'm counting down the days to it's release date in July. Unlike the people who have read the books, I don't know what happens after Voldy gets the Elder Wand... and please, please don't spoil it for me.

On another note, there's so much on my agenda tomorrow, but so little time. I have to wake up, hit up Walmart and Kmart, go to Taco Bell, go to the bank, be to work at 4:30pm, leave work at 6:30pm, go to my lil' cousin's skating party at 7pm, and clock back into work at 9:00pm. I'll probably get off around 10:30 to 11:00pm; I'm probably going to come home and watch Deathly Hallows Pt.1 again, just to make sure I didn't miss anything the first time.
It's now 3:21am.
If I want to get everything done, I better go to sleep :)
That being said, good night world.

Does Hard Work Really Pay off?

I'm pissed.
Last week my landlord's secretary called me and said they never received March's rent. The first thing I do when I get paid at the end of the month is go to my job and buy a money order for $425 to pay my rent. Since I work at the post office, I cancel my mail with my own two hands and send it on it's way to prevent it from being lost. So one of two things happened:
A) The mail carrier put it in the wrong mailbox.
B) The secretary is lying and trying to scam me.
I never had a problem with his secretary and she is very nice, so I know that it's "A".
Since I can't find the receipt to my money order, they have no way to track it, and therefore no proof that I mailed it. I told them that I have it on my bank statement but she said that's not enough evidence.
I have to repay the $425 and to do so I had to drop my summer class so I can get a refund to pay this rent again. $850 out the window over something that's not my fault. Because of this, I can't even go to school. I work hard to pay all my bills on time. I've never been late on anything...cable, gas, electric, rent, school, nothing. Everything I work hard for is falling apart. I know some will say "It's not the end of the world." But when you're a college student, living on your own, working hard to keep your bills paid on time, it is.

So my question is: Does hard work really pay off?
Of course is does, just not for me. Fuck my life.

Loud-N-Obnoxious + Bold&Flirty + BubblyOne = Fun

Today (technically yesterday since it's 1am) was one of the best off days I had in a long time :)
I got to relax and enjoy some "me time" while watching Law & Order: SVU.
Then my two younger sisters, Bold&Flirty, age 21, and BubblyOne, age 20, came over to join me and cook some dinner. Fried boneless chicken breast, Bush's Grillin' Beans, and that cheesy broccoli rice stuff, yum!
I can't remember if that was before or after Bold&Flirty tried to steal my Marie Callender's Pot Pie. She put it under her shirt, which made her look like she was pregnant with Spongebob Squarepants. It was so funny. There is never a dull moment when these two clowns are around!
Then later my almost 2 year old step-niece came over for a little while. She's so adorable and brilliant!
On top of that, BubblyOne organized my closet for me, therefore I'm going to bed with a smile on my face, knowing my house is spotless. A clean house is a happy house! I just pray this good mood roll into Monday, but I know someone is going to say or do something so asshole'ish that I'm going to be forced to change this post into an obituary.
*fingers crossed*

Some People Are Like... Carrots.

Phoniness is a terrible characteristic.
Especially towards me because I'm going to call you out on it, whether you like it or not. If I don't like a person, they will know it, because I'm going to avoid them as much as possible and I damn sure won't smile in their face. Some people will consider this being a "bitch", but I call it simply being honest.
Honest with my feelings and honest with the person on my "shit list".

I feel if a person don't like me for whatever reason, they should just keep it moving. Please don't smile in my face and pretend to be my best friend, then turn around and talk about me to the next person. I have so much more respect for people who are true to themselves and their own feelings, even if those feelings are against me, because I agree that I'm not the most likable person and could be a pain to get along with.

If you don't like carrots, do you eat them? No. So if you don't like a person, avoid them and erase them from your thoughts. I understand that sometimes it's hard to avoid them darn carrots, like in your favorite microwaveable pot pie [Marie Callender's, holla!], you pick them out or eat around them, right? So if you can't avoid that person, ignore them, and pretend they aren't even there, even when they really are.
Like I always say, "Sorry I exist in your world, because you don't exist in mine."

I'm just sayin'.

If Only People Were Clear As Glass

It's hard separating the "real" from the "fake".
Atleast, for me it is.
I wish personality traits were literally written on a person's forehead:
-Liar
-Trustworthy
-Honest
-Responsible
-Friendly
-Asshole
It would save me a lot of time, heart breaks, and disappointments. One thing I've learned about myself these pass few years is that I put my trust in people too soon. There's nothing more heart wrecking than finding out someone you trust with your life could go above and beyond to hurt you, let you down, and/or abandon you. Especially if you don't deserve it.
There's nothing more hurtful than someone who you thought knew you so well, turns out to not know you at all and vice versa.
On another note:
As open hearted as I am, I'm not a very forgiving person; I hold grudges for life. One strike, you're out. The second you betray me is the second I start to stare right through you. I don't believe in second and third chances. I'm a firm believer that 'once an asshole, always an asshole", and I refuse to let anyone make a fool of me... twice.

All that being said, it's time to start cutting some people out of my life. If you're not on #TeamJuneaux, then "youz a non motha fuckin' factor, bitch." (Evelyn's voice, Basketball Wives)

Here Lies Evo #2

I've always had bad luck with phones. Always.
A few weeks after I replaced my 1st Evo with a brand new one back in February, I broke it.
This time much worse than the last time.

I was at work, listening to music on my phone, when the cord of my earphones got caught around a little pole and pulled my phone right out of my pocket onto the cement floor. The screen was cracked so badly that I ordered a new phone almost right away.
That being said:
I had 3 Evos within 45 days.
I've spent over $530 on them all together.
I really hope this is my last one for a while. My advice to any Evo owner out there: Invest in a case for your phone! I really need to practice what I preach, because after all I've been through with these phones, I still don't own a case. That's me being stubborn... or maybe I'm just being cheap. I really need to get it together!

Bad Luck, No Luck, Oh... and Vick.

I've came to the conclusion that I don't have bad luck.
I AM bad luck.
When there's a one in a ten chance of something... I'm always that one person.
When there's a one in a million chance... that's me.
One in a billion... me.

At first, I couldn't take it. Now, this is what I consider "normal."
Something bad happening to me is now part of my daily routine. I actually look forward to seeing what "kill joy" awaits me.

Surprisingly, today was free of bad luck. I kept waiting for something to happen, but nothing did.
Today was actually filled with lots of laughter. Days like this remind me how much I love my co-workers. Peggy and I came up with a game called "Post Office Musical"... we sang everything we said as if we were on "High School Musical". It was hilarious and people were getting annoyed, which made it even more comical.

My boy Vick is another interesting character on the job. We call him "Vick" because he kind of resemble Mike Vick the QB. Personality wise, he's the coolest cat I know. He's so laid back and down the earth, but funny and rude. We spend most of our work day arguing jokingly. We drive each other up the wall, and I go out of my way to annoy him. He's like the big brother I never had.
Recently I found out he's kind of scared of being popped with rubberbands.

*approaches Vick, aiming to shoot him with a rubberband.*
Me: "This is a stick up!"
Vick: (covers face) "Fuck out of here with that, man!"
Me: (still aiming rubberband) "Give me your frooties!"
Vick: (empties out his pockets) "Here!"
Me: "Thanks." (eats frooties)
THEEbooh: (laughs) Vick, you just got bullied out of your candy!

Golden Corral: Fun Shaped Ice Cream

Sunday, me and 9 other family members went out to eat at Golden Corral.
For some reason the ice cream machine was making the chocolate ice cream ooze out like big long turds. Everyone in the restaurant had what looked like bowls of dookie, that was hilarious.
Once they got the vanilla flavor up and running, my 10 year old little cousin, Sassy, was quick to jump up to make her an ice cream cone.

Is it just me or do this ice cream look like it grew one?
Seeing that just bumped my day up by 2 points.
Thank you Golden Corral for your "fun shaped" ice cream; and I'm not being sarcastic.