Uhrm With the Okay. . .

[imood mood at tiem of entry: aggravated]

Okay, so I got an email from Matt titled “Hell Hath No Fury Like A Matt Scorned-” with only the entry I wrote about him and Amber copied and pasted in the body of his message. I didn’t know what to say to that, because he didn’t exactly put a comment for me to respond to. That, and I don’t know how in the holy hell they found that entry, as it wasn’t linked anywhere I assumed they’d look. I mean, why would I think that they would look at any of my pages beyond perhaps my MySpace page if they are so much better than I am as they seem to think that they are? I wouldn’t.

Since I didn’t really know what was up, I checked my MySpace page to see if I had missed something, since I obviously had. It turned out that Amber had sent me a long, bitching, grammatical car crash of a comment. She sent this whole thing spewing out stuff that I know she got from Matt.

Now, I don’t know where she truly thinks this is going to lead her, but I did reply back. No, I was not exactly kind, but I was truthful and a lot more reasonable than I should have been, given the situation at hand. Still, that was a hell of a lot more than she is ever going to get from Matt. It just is. And it’s funny, because even though this is supposed to be a major drama or whatever (And yes, I do think that this is a “whatever” moment), I do wish her well in the end. She’s just so misguided and blinded to the fact that Matt isn’t who he claims to be.

I mean, this is the same guy that told me he was pretty much ruined for women since his girlfriend cheated on him when he was 18. I can understand that thinking, because although I have not had loads of horrible relationships, I have certainly been a witness to enough of them to color my views on men and relationships in general.

When I see this kind of stuff, I have to stop and wonder how people manage to get together in the first place, let alone make it to the altar and chase after their happily ever after dream life. It just seems so impossible when people lie to their supposed partners at every given opportunity to tell the truth. I know that we lie, because we don’t want to “get in trouble,” but where will all of the lies land us in the end?

I can’t think of it landing us anywhere good and/or positive, because the truth’ll come out eventually, whether we want it to or not. It never fails, whether it takes years or days or weeks.

In the comment, Amber basically made out like she was cutting ties with me then and there, when in reality, we stopped being friends around the time I first saw Matt with Carmen. It was around that time that she started acting all weird. Now, she can rant and rave and make proclamations about me being a liar and a whore for wanting to practice safe sex, but her twisted facts are just that, twisted.

Oh, well. What can I do? It’s not like I even want to do anything, because it’d be a waste of my time trying to make her see what’s truly there before her.

I went to work this morning and it wasn’t all bad. However, it was trying on the nerves, because I had to run around like mad and deal with one of the difficult servers today. She isn’t the worst, usually, but she is aggravating to be around sometimes. But that’s nothing new, since all people tend to be that way on occasion, even me. Yes, I am mature enough to admit and accept that I can be annoying and so forth, because not everyone will click.

In the end, we had to avoid talking to one another, for fear that another argument would erupt. She started one in front of the customers on the main floor. I knew that I shouldn’t have taken the bait, but I am PMSing right now and I am always up for a good argument. Usually. I can’t seem to help myself, as I am emotional first and foremost and rational second. At the very least, it wasn’t a screamed argument, but one more of heated, whispered words. So, the customers right next to us (which weren’t many) might have overheard a few things, but it would have mostly been our expressions that would have been of curiosity to anyone else.

Meh.

I am scheduled to work a couple more times before the week’s schedule is up. I started to type out when, but I’d rather Matt and Amber not bother to show up at my job. I would most definitely be tempted to talk my way into a write up. Ugh. Well, I could always pretend that I don’t see them if they do show up. Or, be ridiculously nice to them.

In much, much better news, I bought tickets for the Gym Class Heroes concert! I purchased a pair this afternoon and I am planning on taking my brother. I don’t think that he has heard their music before, but I am definitely convinced that he would like it if he did. I will ask him tonight if he wants to go.

After all, I did spent a large chuck of time walking around Downtown to make it to the other side to get to the venue to purchase the tickets. Someone should enjoy them! You know, even if the venue is dark and I had to worry about my safety, because this place looked like it was the set of yet another teen slasher flick. And, some half-seen man was leading me through the gloomuy interior to boot! Still, the concert should be fun.

I also ordered the promotional Blue October shirt online. The damned shipping is going to cost me more than the actual shirt. Shirt = $4.25 Shipping = $6.05 Having new clothes to wear = Unfortunately necessary.

On that same note, I also got around to buying a company t-shirt after my shift today. It’s a light blue Ambassador of Rock tee shirt. At the same time, I bought my Uncle Clayton the logo t-shirt that he wanted. Of course, he didn’t want the (cheap) classic white tee, but a dark colored one. The only one that fit his request was the leather-lined logo tee. For what I payed, I expect to wear at least once my damned self. I also got Miguel (the manager that was on duty this morning and had to ref Kim’s bone picking) the Rockin’ Mints that he said he wanted. I did want to show him that I was apologetic for what happened, because he really is one of the coolest managers there. He shouldn’t have to put up with crap like that.

I’m tired, because I went to sleep late and got up early (as was the norm this week with all of my morning shifts) and my nerves are shot. God, people are worrisome. But hey, at least I started going out on my little trips like I used to. I went to the Museum of Natural Science and to the Japanese Garden and for a general walkabout. On that same day that I went to the museum (Tuesday, February 27, 2007), two guys gave me their phone numbers in about the space of 10 minutes or so. I must have been working some sort of juice that day, because I got the old once over from the guy behind the Burger King counter as well.

Hrmm. . .

I had pigtails on that day. Does that solve the mystery? Perhaps. I do happen to think that I look darned cute in my pigtails or my bomboms, as I call them. They’re basically pigtails that are folded under.

Anyway, I have general online stuff to check before I go for a light round of grocery shopping to try and get those bagels I wanted to share with my mom and head on home.

Blech. I am very much with the tired at this point.

Danielle