I really like my to-do list in LiveJournal. I can put in things as they occur to me, then put in how important they are, when they are due, make them private if I need to... stuff like that. It's helping me decide what to do with myself.

Staind and Mudvayne need to go on my wish list. As does Coldplay. Something else... hmmm... Snow Patrol. Disturbed, System of a Down, all that hard stuff I actually like listening to when I am too bored or angry for Enya. Wow... I don't have any Tool either. Lots of 3 Doors Down I like that I don't have, too. I also want a copy of that CD Sabr has in his car. If I get Sarah's B-sides and rarities I have ALL of her CDs. ;_; I am so much music whore. Why do I have to like everything? Wish list time! I need to bug Solanth and see if he can peddle me an Art of Dying CD. Dammit a lot of good musicians in Canada.

Speaking of lists... and things I needed to do...

One of the things that I hoped I would get to do is see a baseball game at Camden Yards. Not that I am really into baseball. I mean I know the team and the players from back in the day, when I used to watch it with Nana. She was a big Orioles fan.

Well, thanks to Chris and his dad and step-mom, I got to see my first game at Camden Yards. I was trying to not show I was floored, but I must have looked awestruck. They were club seats and they bring you food you order and everything and they wipe off the seats for you before you sit down. I must have given them a funny look... because the guy who seated us laughed. I couldn't help it... there was nothing wrong with the seat and when I imagined a baseball game, I thought everyone would be sitting in the bleachers. I saw the furry running around in the O's bird suit. I could see the faces on the players. It was pretty close. It was close enough so that, when a foul ball was hit, I felt like covering myself.

That woulda been cool - catching a ball hit by my favorite team. Anyhow, I was pretty floored: we won. The other team was some team I never heard of: Houston Astros? Well whatever. Their pitcher kept throwing the ball to first base whenever one of the players would lead off it because he was afraid to pitch and it got old after a while. People even started booing, which I hated. I hate when people boo at public entertainment. Poor Chris was so bored.

Man that place is huge. It reminds me of the airport. I probably won't go a lot: a bottle of water is $4 (Thank you, Mr. Keith!). A pretzel dog is $6.50 (Thank you, Chris!). Holy shit. But... but free hat! And they gave me my first Orioles shirt (Thank you, Betsy!). The hat was a retro hat that they gave out at the gates, and the kind Nana would have loved to have. I feel like I should put it on her grave or something.

One Life Goal: accomplished.

Now for the rest of them. Promising things in the future include video games, skating, swimming, making furniture together, mutual naps, boating, snowboarding, and and and... holy shit I sound like I have hobbies!

And, on a separate note, a not so fun thing. A frustrating thing. A thing that made me totally blow up at Sabr today and I am so sorry but I already told him and dammit I wish I was back on his list. =/ Anyway... At work, Pete changed the schedule without calling me. He also cut the lock off my locker without calling me. There was an extra key in the office that I gave to him for this very reason. I would have unlocked it for him anyway. He also ripped open a bag of my personal things, containing food items, that I wanted to keep. Now they are stale, open, and violated. This was also done without my consent. To make matters worse, the database, that I was very good at using to price items not having a tag, has been removed from the POS system. Now it really is a POS POS. The thing I was best at in the whole store, better than everyone else, is removed. All these things, coupled with the discrimination I suffer at the face of Pete, have convinced me to look even HARDER for another job. Also I may be calling the ethics committee on him. He basically lied to me and stole from me.

You know... what's worse... the lock he cut? Not mine. Seiko's.
/_\ I can't be trusted with anything.

I am hungry so much. I have no moneys. I need a better job. This one treats me like a sack of shit.

Well... there goes my phone... telling me that I need to do paperwork. See you guys later.

... by the dawn's early light ... *hums*