Yes! Very important! It's formally addressed to Aaron Vanevenhoven of Little Chute, WI. But to be honest, there are other guys out there that need to read this and get a fucking clue too. It's just not right! And it's just not FAIR to us! It's gonna be a long ass post, so I'm gonna add bullets. And NO, I will NOT lj-cut and hide it from the world.

- Do NOT touch my tits. Or my ass. Ever. Those aren't your's, they're mine. And that's considered molestation. And I won't stand for it. And if you do it again, I'm calling the police. Because I do not need to be treated that way. No one should. I deserve better than that. And I don't want your arm around me. It belongs at your side, not on my shoulders. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm just a girl. And I don't want any kind of massage from anyone. They don't feel good in the least and they usually give me bruises. And then I can't lay flat to sleep. And that kinda sucks if you have to work in the morning. :/

- Do not buy me things. I don't like it. It's kinda creepy and I don't like owing people anything. I mean, if it's my birthday it's fine, but random stuff just makes me suspicious.

- Do not kiss me. I hate kisses. And I'm not your girlfriend. I haven't heard from you in years, so it's almost like I don't even know you. You don't kiss strangers, do you? Never kiss me. Swapping spit is gross. Annnnnd I almost always have a canker sore, just to warn ya. o:

- I do not want a boyfriend. I love being single.

- I think your music sucks. Do not stick an ear bud in my ear [those are so gross!] and expect me to listen to that trash. I could make better music with a spoon and an empty milk carton. You can listen to whatever you want, but don't expect me to listen to it too. I love The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy. But I'm not going to make you listen to it. I expect the same favor in return. Yuck. Oh. And when you're hanging with someone - it's generally considered extremely rude to listen to your music instead of listening to what the other person is saying. I don't even bring mine along if I'm going somewhere with someone.

- Telling me you beat someone up isn't going to impress me. Especially when the teacher you apprently beat up is someone that I consider a friend. Mr. Troy Penney has helped me a lot in life, and I'm grateful to know him. So pretty much, you're boasting about harming someone I somewhat look up to. How is that supposed to impress me? Because I don't see how it would.

- DRUGS! You do drugs! What the hell? I do not want to be around drug addicts of any sort! That's a dangerous place to be! I want nothing to do with that scene. Need I say more?

- Do not smoke around me! Ever! Don't even come by me if you smell like smoke! Are you trying to give me cancer?! I do not hang around smokers for many reasons. Smoker cough is gross. Smoke smells horrible. It makes me cough like I'm gonna die. HAVING to have a cigarette is just pathetic. Just standing next to a smoker can give you cancer. Give your second-hand cancer to someone else, I don't want it.

- Act your age. For fuck sake.

- You probably didn't know this one, but I like to open my own doors. I don't generally walk through a door someone else is holding open unless I'm in a hurry or have my arms full. I just prefer to open them myself. But you couldn't have known that, so that's okay. Most girls like the door open for them and "ladies first", but not all.

- Do not talk dirty to me. I don't care where we are or who's all there with us, it's not attractive in the least and I don't appreciate it. All it does is it makes me want to scrub my skin for about three hours until I don't feel so ew anymore. I'm not one of your little tramps that you don't shut up about. I only have so much soap, so keep your perverted little thoughts to yourself.

- Do not go into detail about what you did with who. That's your business, not mine - and I don't care to make it mine.

- I am, for the most part, extremely asexual. That means I just don't get turned on, and I'm happy with that. So don't bother trying. You're wasting both our time.

- You gave a mouse drugs. What the hell were you thinking? That's horrible. You're lucky that wasn't recent or I'd report it to the ASPCA. How could you?! You scathing little cunt! I'm never letting you near any of my pets ever again, and I'm warning my friends to keep theirs away from you too!

- Texting me at 1:45AM? Not cool. Calling and texting me all the time? Not cool either. Let me sleep, and let me breathe. Your life does not depend on me, and mine doesn't depend on you. You have other friends. Hang out with them.

- I'm not making a stoner necklace. That's extremely degrading to my craft. And I'm not going to stoop that low for anyone. And that's not a tiny bong, it's a glass ornament with a cork in it. You fill it with colorful sand, beads, or a little message on a little piece of paper. It's cute and meaningful and lovely. It is not a bong. And I shall not have it represented as that. I got the bottle from Hobby Lobby, make your own drug necklace.

- You've been in jail for more than you said. My mother looked you up on the Wisconsin court site. And you're wrong. She doesn't like you. She doesn't want her daughter hanging out with someone who has such a record. She's worried about me. And if she knew that you fondled me or tried anything of the sort, she would have already called the police. My father would have too. And my sister is urging me to.

- My mother doesn't want you alone with me for more than half a second. And this is with her not knowing about your little antics.

So basically, you're way the fuck over the line. And I'm not going to tolerate this kind of crap from anyone. It may seem like nothing to you, but it's a fuck of a lot to me. I'm not going to take it. And if my family finds out that you touched me, they'll be even less in favor of your presence in our home. So I suggest you learn to think of the consequences before you act. And answer me this; Just who the hell do you think you are?!

It's almost 2AM. And I am still sooooo awake! xD

Christmas was pretty sick this year. And it's all because of ME. I did christmas this year, and FUCK am I PROUD. Everyone was so happy and excited and I did the whole thing. FUCK YEA. I feel so fucking empowered right now. I have the energy of a bear that has the energy of two bears! And those bears must have had caffiene injected into their eyeballs, because I. Am. Wired. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

..HI!

Tomorrow's gonna be a long day, so I'll try to make it snappy.

- Minor one-sided fight at work today. Basically a co-worker told me to shut up because I was humming a song stuck in my head, so I didn't talk to her or pretty much anyone until I left work. This is the first time I've ever actually caught myself being passive agressive. I was too miffed to care, though.

- Pissed off at soup. I temped it at 171F. And then the fuse blew and the hot thing that holds the kettles died. So they temped at 126F. So we put it in the back-up kettle and it would only go to 134F. It needs to be 160F or higher or it can't be served. And one of my co-workers was like, "Are you sure you temped this right the first time?" And I'm like, "I temped it right after I took it off the hot cart. It was steaming and it was exactly 171F. And I will argue that exact number until I lose my voice, and then I will write it. The soup being cold in NOT -my- fault. It's no one's fault. The well is just busted. That's the way it is, and we just have to accept it and call the guys. Okay? Okay."

- Shopped a lot. Spent a lot of money. Yep. Went shopping with Amanda. Bought obnoxious clothes for the dog, a nun, Stacy, and some books. And hats. An East Germany Air Force member's hat from pre-1990, and a UK naval hat of sorts from god knows when. I like war hats. Mainly WWII officer's hats. And 3 old medical books. I collect those too.

- There was a hat I wanted SOOOOOOOOOO bad. But it was $245. It was a black metal police officer's helmet with a swaztika on either side. It was like.. the god of hats. With some dents. But the god of hats. Can you imagine how rare that is, especially here? God, I want that helmet. I couldn't wear it outside the house because I'd get shot at. But you can bet your momma's fat ass I'd wear it. I would polish my nazi helmet everyday. Gift it to me, and I swear I'll put out.

- I wore my air force hat to Media Xchange. I tucked all my hair up in it and just walked around like it wasn't even on. This may sound nutty, but for some reason - it felt really right. Like I was supposed to wear that kind of hat for some reason. I almost get in a different mindframe and I start hearing my thoughts in a German accent. It's actually pretty hilarious.

Anyway. Sleep.

Today was kind of blah. We were working two people short today, and I ended up not knowing what the hell I was doing half the time. But it worked out. We got out 10 minutes late, but considering we were two people short it was pretty fucking sweet. I'd still rather have done my usual thing, which I haven't gotten to do for a while. How sad. Boo-hoo. They really ought to hire more people. We've been working short for how many weeks in a row?  Good job, boss.

In other news, my new phone is broken. I can't call. I can't text. I can look at the screen. It's just a shiny blue clock now. They're mailing me a new one, but I don't see how it'll be much different. My sister has the same phone, in green. Her's is going to shit too. Hooray Sprint. I spurn thee.

I got a present. From Judy. To thank me for working her weekend. It's cute. <3

Anyway. Dad and I just watched Iron Man. It was good, but I'd probably like it more if I was more awake. I'm a little woozy because I didn't really eat much today. I used a lot more energy than I had. I'm not drunk, it just seems appropriate. See also: dizzy. See also: dead where I stand.

I washed my hair in the sink. Or rather my dad washed it for me. I'm not allowed to wash my hair outside of the shower. Because I end up spraying water everywhere. You will find water droplets on the living room television. Which is around 40ft away from the sink, and around a slight corner. And the world will be left to wonder how I managed to do that, because I honestly don't know. After all the important papers I soaked and appliances I came -this close- to shorting out - I am not allowed to use the sink for washing my hair. Yup. I'm a walking disaster. Clumsy as a drunk giraffe in a ceramic store. A DPD to the bitter end.


I am what killed the dinosaurs.