Today, I was at Wal-mart, looking at the music. I was eyeing the Incubus rack, when suddenly I glance to my side and I see an awkward band cover. I pick it up, the band’s Name: Shinedown; One of Jenny’s favorites. It’s amazing and cruel, the little things that can trigger memories, bring tears and empty thought back into an old soul.

It was out of place, and just sitting there. I picked it up and examined curious case, knowing that beside one of my favorite bands was hers. I sat competly unshaken on the outside, but inwardly, I found myself mourning. All those memories, all that fantasy; all of them; just a trace of what used to be. It Made me sick just thinking about it. After a short five more minutes of examining this band cover, I was deeply convicted to buy it, but I didn’t. I figured that was just silliness. I suppose soon, I’ll buy a disk, just so I can hear what goes on her head…again. But then again, that wouldn’t do me a whole lot of good, would it?

3-16-06
“Dear Regret, I just wanted to Say you’re Looking Beautiful Today. Have a good Day, Regret. Have a Good Day.” ~The Black Book~

Well, today was really a complete waste on my part. The highlight of my night was when my Friend Adam came to play Halo. My mom has Grr. I hate calling women this, but my mom is being a bitch. I told her I was going to Vendetta, and she just gets all defensive, like it is literally hurting her feelings that I want to go see this movie. She spends the whole day with my Brother, so I don’t get to Spend any of the day with her. Then, Since I changed my mind about seeing the movie tonight, (I still plan on seeing it later, I just did that to spare her feelings.)

I told her instead that I’ll go pick up some swim shorts and see if the local YMCA will allow me to use their pool and if I just pay a cover charge instead of spending $200 on a membership when all I want to do is swim. Besides, as soon as it gets nice outside, I plan on going to the public pools because I like being outside. So, she gets at the light, and starts crying because I don’t want to go home?!?” What the Fuck is up with that?

I ask her what her problem is and she’s like, “I don’t want your dad mad at me, it’s almost bedtime, and I’m hungry.” (It’s 7:30 at this time) First off, tell dad to shove it up his ass, you’re his wife, not his bitch. Secondly, It’s bedtime, alright, if your like three years old. I don’t know what was wrong with her. I mean, my mom’s not all there, but she’s been even more crazy then usual. At the time, it was just pissing me off, but now that I’ve had time to straiten my mind out, and have a smoke, it actually raises a level of sincere concern. Maybe it’s that time, maybe it’s menopause, buts she’s just been acting like a bag of whine and debility.

It just irritates me because she was so strong for Daniel, she still is. But she wouldn’t wipe her ass on my account. It’s very frustrating. I’m just glad that I’m almost out of here, and that in two days, I’ll get to see Larie again.

So, hello all my friends on Blogstream! I’m doing very well, the sun has been out for two days, and it’s really improved my mood. I’m Glad it’s finally Friday! This break has just been a bear to deal with, and it’s going to be nice to get to See Larie again. I hope she’ll have more to talk about than I will, so hopefully I’ll open a few more doors when it comes to us.

I really should just sit back and let this work itself up, but it’s kind of hard to think rationally when the light of the future seems so beautiful, not to mention my mind has been spinning itself like no other. My mind is like a Breeder reactor, and likewise just as dangerous. But that’s okay.

Anyway, I don’t know if some of you recall a while back, but I’m writing a novel called Vargas Anador. I’m at 289ish pages, and I finally hit a small percentage of the book’s completion. (I’m sorry, there’s just a lot of Story in hiSTORY.) to give you an idea of where I’m at, I’m at 289 pages, the main character is still four, he still has to go to School, military schooling, Draconian Academy training, a battle, being kicked out, caught by pirates, fight his way, go from being a grunt of a nation to ruling it, Attacking a world power, defeating it, conversion to God, giving power back to world power, repairing damages, fighting home country, dieing. Followed by this, there’s civil war, twice; introduction of new characters that will be leads in the second book. So, I have a lot done, and even more to finish.

Right now, I’m at a very good point to start another book. My first book was originally “Vargas Anador.” But being how he doesn’t do a whole lot in this one, but there’s this entire prelude, I’m going to have to title it something else, and THEN pick up on Vargas Anador. If that’s the plan, I’m going to have to change a little narrative view point. Should be pretty easy, shouldn’t take more than a month if I really get on it. It’s a really cool story.

But I will certainly keep originals on disks because I don’t know if changing my narration will work, or be as easy as think it will be. But the thing is, if I follow through with the original plan, everything in one. There will be three books with probably well over a thousand pages each. If I cut it up some, I’ll probably have well over six books with around three to five-hundred pages each. Any publishing tips from anyone that actually has dealt with this before?

Either way, things won’t be left out; it’ll just be broken up a bit. Then deciding my Author name… I’m having a hard time making up my mind. I could use Anthony Casimire, my pen/soon to be legal name, or I could sign it Ryan Boyer, My real name…Ahh, decisions, decisions. I just wrote an absolutely incredible transition chapter, it was amazing and beautiful. I don’t like to brag, but I was reading it and I blew my own mind. It was like combining cinematics in the movies and the dept of the book. It worked like a charm.

Speaking of which, I know what movie I’m going to see by myself. It’s called V for Vendetta. It looks amazing. It has swords, explosions, guns, and throwing weapons. It’s like combining Ninja with SWAT! How cool does that sound?! Not to mention Jonathan (my friend, not piss head) said that his friends said it was really good, and unlike most movies, really made you think about what was going on. He said that it almost had a Phantom of the Opera feel to it. I love movies that make you think. Not like these movies that let you sit back and offer all the answers for you. I think that’s why I like Broadway so much.

The only thing is that it’s rated R. My Parents would have a cow if they knew I was going to see it, because I told them that I was going to be seeing Chicken Little. I’m 18, I could watch worse if I wanted to. I like action, and lots of it, it’s not like I’m intentionally going to go see a porno or something like it. Besides, I’ve seen violent movies, and I live and work with a lot of foul language and minds. This movie isn’t going to be corrupting my plush little mind. My parents beat the media to that a LONG time ago. But they don’t like to look at it that way.

Regardless, it looks REALLY good. Then After that, I’m going to go to Mythos, which is a fancy Mediterranean place. Then we’ll see how the night goes. But I have to close tonight, God, I hope John stays home. That’s about all I have for now, so peace out everyone, have a good day!

Today at work was…my, my, I’ll get into madder, angry, “I hate our twerp manager stuff later. Anyway, today, I thought I was almost going to be pounding my head into walls again, but I was spared, just a scare, and instead of pounding my head into a wall by the end of the night, I wanted to choke our night time Jr. / Twerp manager.

The Scare: I was working my fryer when suddenly; I hear the words, “Silver Platter!” (Code words for “Hey everyone look, a hott mamma is at the register.”) I turned to see a girl that looked like Larie at first glance, and she was with a guy. A longer glance revealed that although the face was similar, this woman had an older, more “Womanly” build. (By Womanly I mean she looked like a woman.) Larie’s figure is attractive, but she still has the over all teenaged build. (Trying to be delicate, not insulting, and not being down right perverted in the process of trying to explain this is not easy!)

Anyway, Good news: it wasn’t her. Anyway, tonight was not a good night for John and I, we even exchanged words, not very nice ones either. I swear; that man is the load his mom should’ve swallowed. When I told my mom, she said, “Now Anthony, you shouldn’t talk to managers like that.” First off, John isn’t a manger. He takes phone calls, makes sure we don’t just leave, and plays grab-ass with the girls up front.

We run the Kitchen on our own account. Each group does what we’re supposed to because unlike him, we do our Job because it’s the right, necessary, and proper thing to do. Even if John isn’t there to act like he has power over us. So, a long time ago, I told the oven people I needed a peach cobbler. They said okay. I whittle my already famished cobbler down to the last serving and again say, “I need a cobbler.”

Now, I would gladly get it myself, but there’s this little bothersome time called Rush that last from 5:45-7:30ish. Since I’m the only Fryer, and we have liked forty people in our lobby. (No joke) and we’re up to our second window in Drive through people, it might be considered an inconvenient time for EVERYONE if I just up and left my station to throw this pie into the oven.

So, an hour or so after things calm down, I start to do my Pre-close since I’m out by nine. Suddenly I walk out of the cleaning area and John’s all over my case yelling at me about why I don’t have a pie for the customer. Normally, I try to contain myself in reality because I assure you, I am nowhere near as Vulgar in reality as I am in this blog, but is said, “We had forty people in the fucking lobby and I called out to the oven people TWICE, Why are you yelling at me about this?!”

Then he’s all like, “You don’t need to be yelling at me, you just need to accept responsibility!” I say, “When will I have time to do that John, Tell me! I make fries, I portion them, I portion pies, I make ice cream, all of this by MYSELF!” he then says, “I don’t have time to waste with you, just get a pie in!”

Like I said, John is a twerp manager. His importance to our place is about as critical to our operation as my nut sack. Steve and Chris, (The REAL managers) told me how good I do my Job. Chris Himself said at one time he doesn’t know how or why he’s employed. If John would take his out of the cashiers’ crotches long enough to realize that he’s supposed to be running a restaurant, not some High school fantasy/Playground, nighttimes may just be a little more pleasant.

But I don’t know why, but John and I have been doing a lot of “Screw me, Screw you recently.” Not literally; of course, but just making the other’s life as miserable as we can. I’ve tried to ignore it, because even though everyone there with the exception of the senior mangers has a High School mentality, I try to be the better man, but recently, I’ve just been fighting back.

This guy hates me, and I’m not sure why. I think it’s because they’re considering moving me into management. Especially since I’m starting to intern. If I go up, someone goes down, or out, and I think that someone is John. Because Sunday I called to confirm that I had off, because I had a splinter of uncertainty, and he tells me over the phone, “Well, actually, we need a nighttime Fryer, and since you were stupid enough to call in, I’m going to ask you.

I don’t mind covering, but it was just his tone and choice of words that raised a fire of cruelty that is rarely raised. He told me that I needed to be in at five. My parents told me that they were going for a drive earlier, and they were going to leave around 2:30. Remembering this, I told John, “My parents are going to leave out of town; I have to be there early. (Technically; this was true being that my parent’s driveway is the Joplin/Leawood city line.) So, by three I walk in the doors. At six, Stella walks in and says, “Why the hell are you here? Go home, get out of here!” I tell her, “John told me to be.” I’m at work, and we’re so dead that it isn’t even funny. I’m getting paid to do NOTHING, for the last three hours and it makes him look REALLY BAD.

I then called my youth group leader and he brings me to church. It was so funny!! Every since then, John and I have resorted to every means possible with the exception of sabotage and violence to annoy the ever living shit out of each other. Well, that’s been what’s been up with my Job.

Women: Yeah… you know how that goes. I’m just glad spring break is almost over; I can’t wait to get the chance to talk Larie again. (Dear God, What am I SAYING?!) The whole “Silver Platter” thing was a little discouraging. It reminded me, “Wow Anthony…She really is a Fox… She could do a lot better than you when it comes to the catch of the day.” But then I remember; if prompting interest in people were a crime, she’d be the guilty one, not you!

So, I’m not being too worried about that one. Yes Anthony, You were able to contain yourself, you weren’t this way towards her until she knocked on your noggin!!! (Dangerous stuff, Blogger friends. Please don’t mess with the minds and emotions of people…It’s Rude.) SO, that’s how my things are in my little of smiling clouds meanwhile the Apocalypse rages below and death and destruction are encountered on your way to the Bathroom in Wal-mart.

Well, That’s about all I have for tonight. Good day to you all!

Your Faithful Servant,
Anthony Casimire

Hello Everyone, I'm not cutting and pasting today, so bear with me. I really need to get Microsoft word on this thing...Anyway, regarding some of yesterday's post, no, i'm not looking for a girl at the bars or clubs, that was just more of a companionship thing. Not a companion from there, but SOMETHING.

I've just had issues recently. I've been pretty vauge, and generally in a cold mood. not mean, just not really wanting anything to do with anyone. I can't wait until Summer I'm going to spend my days relaxing and laying around the pool, then go to the bowling alley and shoot some pool. I've been trying to get Larie and women off of the mind, But it doesn't really seem to be working.

Then I'm thinking about Careers I could do around here. There isn't really any REAL jobs around here. There's some factory work, but i think they're set on labor. Everything else is fast food, Buffet food, and hotels. There's plenty of Doctor offices, but they require at lease some professional know-how. This is town should be Named Dead End Missouri.

Well, something that I find amusing is the fact that many people to the east, (Especially in New York) pronounce the name like "misery." They ask if that's how it's said, and I reply, "Sounds more Accurate than the name we gave it." Here Most people say it like "Miz or ie" Some people say "Miz zur rah" but that annoys the piss out of me. I'm like, I knop this area is full of stupid asses, but at least act like you know an I from an A.

So...See what I mean? I'm just full of glittery spite today. I hate my drama in life... I swear, I'm like concentrated omipitent patheticness. but that's okay. I hope I get to see Larie sometime this break, but I'm not That lucky. I have saturday off because I thought that I would have a date with Christina

But oh well, I'll go see a movie with myself, and then I'll go to a nice resturant with myself, and then I'll go home and play violnt video games with myself. But that's okay. Because I have a job! I can afford my ridculous dateing habbits. I may even flirt with my waitress for fun, even if there's liek thirty years between us, and write my number on the ticket and leave her a fucking huge TIP!!! (the funny thing is, that does actually sound kind of fun! )

Next week, I might do the same, but just on a normal night off instead of request. And instead of looking normal, I'll do it wearing nothing but an adult diaper and a Burger King Crown or a salmon suit, or wear go-go boots or something abusrdly crazy, jsut to get a good luck, and then before i leave, I'll see if the waitress uses my ticket to dispose of her gum or whipe her ass with it or something like that...
This is Anthony Casimire signing off