It says so very little for our generation..........

that switching the check box in your myspace profile from 'single' to 'in a relationship' can be a momentous occasion...

I am no longer a Target team member

I couldn't be crazy enough to miss it.

Except for the post-its.


Most commonly heard phrases at Target:

We need all closing team members to recieving for tonight's huddle............Our safety topic for tonight is Don't disembowel yourself with the shiny box-cutter.........LOD?--Go for LOD--What's your location?--Back of G13--Can I go on break?.............(in an annoying sing song from the elec. department)-"Nothings gonna change the shape of things!!", "Cinderelley Cinderelley -Coming soon to DVD-" "Karmakarmakarmakarmakarma chameeeeleooonn"...............We need those zones completed by 9:30..................Inventory is September 9th, complete zoooones............. _______, (what ever department I'm in) you have 4326 full carts of abandons...............Pulls for H+b, sporting goods, grocery................Make sure to get those Target red card out, we're only at 98.999% for this year.................LOD Sean, how are sales today?..................CAN I HELP YOU FIND SOMETHING???????

Like I said, couldn't be crazy enough to miss it.

Hope is Emo

AND I LOVE HER!!!

Go here and be quite, quite amused.

http://www.hopeisemo.com

The Last Days of Target are Amusing...

So I have a total of 5 hours and 45 minutes left to work at the fine establishment. This makes me happy. But this feeling of 'they can't fire me because I've already quit' has led to events that also make me quite amused. For example:I was left alone guarding the electronics boat for a half hour, and I was also left with a sticky note pad and a black magic marker.ooooh.So I commenced to label 21 items in the boat, including:

-the cash register (Money!)
-the floor
-the fancy electronic map thing (fancy!)
-the scanner gun (zap!)
-the phone-
the phone charger (this feeds the phone!)
-the electric outlet (this feeds everything else!)
-a receipt with my friend chris' name on it (This is chris' name!)
-the credit card reader (this is where fake money goes!)
-the schedule (schedule!)
-a floaty dandelion thing which i taped to the desk so it wouldn't escape
-the printer
-the reciept printer (proof they bought stuff!)
-the memory cards
-the batteries
-the calculator
-the box of bags (bags live here!)
-a sticky note (yes, i labeled a sticky note with a sticky note)
-the alarm disarm (this makes very loud beeps go away! good to know!)
- An arrow pointing to the toys section (this is where kayla is supposed to work!)

Yeah, I was amused. But Jacob was quite lame and took them all down after he resumed his post. But I believe they still all reside in the drawer, so they may go back out in my last hour....

INTRUDER ALERT!

So Saturday night, I fell asleep on the couch watching SNL with my sister. I kept vaguely hearing that my cats were yowling (sounding like some human with a stuffy nose is going 'YAAAAOOO') knocking things over like cereal boxes and what sounded like heavy metal things, but as much as this signifyed bad news, I was much to sleepy to care. I finally sat bolt upright when I heard them screech and hiss, a VERY unpleasant sound and yelled CAAATS!!! which also woke up Amanda. She looked over the edge of the couch to the terrible sight of THIS INTRUDER:VIOLATING my poor kitty! So my sister yells, at 3:43 in the morning, "THERE IS A CAT WHO IS NOT OUR CAT IN OUR HOUSE VIOLATING A CAT WHO IS OUR CAT IN OUR HOUSE."
I run to my mom's room and repeat the same, and we both run out in time to see the fiend run out the back door, which he had OPENED. No joke, I closed the door myself before going to bed, and he runs out a 7 inch gap. He wouldn't leave, either! He just layed there on the porch waiting for us to go away so he could break in again and probably violate poor Paris as well.
Jerk.
So, I'll probably have about 6 or 7 kittens to give away this winter, if anyone is looking...

Los Conciertos

In this tiny, tiny picture, you will see the MOST AWESOME MOMENT EVER. In the larger, you will see 4 reflected. Oh man, you've gotta love the Fillmore. I have yet to be disappointed on an autograph quest at this venue. So for all of mis amigas who seem oh so skeptical that we shall succeed... you are quite silly! The concert itself was -quite- amazing, although due to my lack of sleep / fluids i was a spot ill. They made it SO worth it though. For all of you who, like me, skipped Transatlanticism (the song) halfway through because it is quite long, you must see it live. It makes so much sense live. So beautiful. Not to mention, all of the guys in Death Cab are every bit as nice as I had hoped. Brandon Urie, lead of Panic! at the Disco, was way rockstar and kinda like 'yes, i am fantastic, smolder in the presence of my beauty.' (which i really had no objection to, as the beauty to be smoldering in was quite plentiful.) But not Death Cab at all. Chris Walla was the nicest person ever to be in the position to sign autographs. I told him I loved his producing work with The Decemberists (quite true) and he goes 'yeah, I love working with them. I actually got the Master for the new album yesterday, It's really amazing, I'm excited.' oh em gee a lot. Oh, and Ben Gibbard totally got flustered by emma and i's beauty. Don't believe me? hehe... well, when he was signing I said 'I'm kayla,' and he replies 'hi ben I'm kayla,' to which i said 'what a coincidence, me too,' and then he corrected but HA! lol, good times. Good times that were only a few hours after... :




HARRY AND THE POTTERS!!!! lol, they were SOOOO hilarious. The opening band, Draco and the Malfoys, equally if not moreso hilarious, and it seems they may actually know how to play. I highly regret not buying the 'this guitar is a horcrux' tshirt, and even moreso the 'harry and the potters fight evil... and toothdecay' printed toothbrushes. But they shall be ordered, oh yes they shall. I want to wrap this up but just know:

ALL SHOWS = AMAZING.

LEP.....

I can't believe it's over.
The last two weeks went by without me even taking the time to notice that the days were actually passing.
Getting home, everything seems to be in the exact state I left it in, at home it feels like I never left at all. A perfect way to describe it would be to say it feels like the last two weeks at LEP were part of an alternate reality, one so much better than the one in which I sleep until noon, check myspace, and go days and days at a time without being around anyone. The LEP universe is perfect. I want that one to continue. In that one, the days are long, we waste very little time sleeping. Or relaxing in any way, it would seem. Every moment, you are surrounded by two dozen people who surpass the term 'friend.' They are all the loves of your life, and the joy in seeing them reappear every time you open your eyes from blinking is what makes LEP the best place in my life. We talked about the gifts we would give if we could give everyone one thing, and Travis said he would make it so everyone always felt the love they do at LEP. I think it was Jay who said he wanted everyone to lose their shells, inhibitions, to gain that level of trust and enlightenment you experience every moment there. I want to be able to give true appreciations to anyone, that is to thank them sincerely for something they did that touched you or helped you become the best version of yourself without that person feeling awkward at all. I want to be able to do the hot seat with my friends, a game in which one person sits in the middle of a circle of 6 or so, and has to be absolutely silent while the others compliment you and sing your praises for 3 straight minutes. If someone were to start Jill's activity, where two lines of people line up facing eachother with their arms out and someone runs and dives into the line to be caught and passed down, could you trust everyone you know in real life to catch you?
To always be with the people you love, to never have the opportunity to be lonely, to be loved and acknowledged every minute of every day, that is the gift LEP gives you.
If only it could be real for more than one twenty-sixth of the year.