Twitter has made me lazy. It's gotten to the point where when something worthy of a post happens, I think "why bother posting, I just summed it up on Twitter in 140 characters (or less)." I need to break that habit.

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In case you've been living under a rock this past week, two big stories have broken. A horrific earthquake in Haiti, and NBC cancelled Jay Leno's prime-time show because the ratings sucked. Both have been analyzed and talked about ad nauseum on the news. However, there is nothing more I can say about Haiti that you haven't already heard/seen in the last week-ish.

Bottom line: NBC's local affiliates thought Jay Leno's prime-time show was shitteous and sapped their ratings for their local news. Because of this NBC had their nuts in a vice grip and cancelled his show and decided to play musical hosts with their late-night lineup.

From what I understand, when Jay took over the Tonight Show years ago, it was already predestined that Conan would inherit the seat from Jay. That's all fine and dandy. What I don't understand is why NBC is continuing to kiss Jay Leno's ass when it's been proven that he obviously sucks. If Jeff Zucker & company weren't a bunch of blithering idiots, the logical choice would be: "Hey, Leno, sorry but this new thing isn't working out for us...we're cancelling your show...time to go find something else to do"...NOT "Hey Jay, your show sucked in the ratings, we cancelled it, but we're gonna give Conan the shaft and you can have your old job back."

And then for NBC to threaten to keep Conan O'Brien off the air for three years? I really hope Conan sues the shit out of them. This is how I look at it: Say the big boss where I work decided to leave, and my immediate boss got promoted to her position, and I get promoted to fill my boss' old seat. That's all great and well (and shit I wish that would happen haha) but then say that for whatever reason, the bigwigs at corporate don't like how she's doing as boss of the whole building, so they say "Well Mar, you can go back to being the head of the medical records department" and then them just turning around and canning me because they want to give her back her old position. They would have a wrongful termination lawsuit on their hands in a friggin heartbeat. Then say to top it off, they turn around and say "Oh by the way Heather, we'll make it so you can't get another job for three years"

Pretty fucked, isn't it?

What are your thoughts on the whole mess?

Today, for shits and giggles [Alright I was bored to tears and it was a last resort.] I pulled up my old-ass blog from back in the day. I came to a few conclusions:

• I had about ZERO self-confidence [Which in retrospect was most of my problems]
• I probably should have not been so fricken quiet and antisocial [Again, confidence...root of my issues]
• I also should not have been so woe-is-me emo.

Basically, Taylor Swift's song "Fifteen" sums up how I feel. If I could rewind 4-5 years knowing what I know now...things could potentially be different. I might not have ever met Justin, but I might not ever have needed to either, if you know what I mean.





That said, where I am could be worse, so I'm certainly NOT complaining :)

The boy did end up coming over after he went to the bar (by himself no less...what a loser...jk). I was glad to see him MAKING JOKES and smiling. Complete 180 from Friday, and MY mood ended up improving as well :)

(Lucky for him, in three weeks he won't have to go to the bar like a loser by himself, as I'll FINALLY be 21 and no longer a member of the underage party pooper girlfriend club)

I think he wanted to slap me for buying him Blazblue, but seeing his face when I handed it to him was completely worth the $52 I shit out for the game.

Besides, based on our conversation from last night, I can tell he's not pissy, because again, he discussed moving out of his parents' house and into someplace with me (Woot I can get away from terminally lazy and deadbeat landlady). He's waiting for his disability claim from the military to come in, which of course, like any government agency, they're taking their sweet ass friggin time in processing. If it goes through (which if they aren't stupid, it WILL) he gets $250 a month for the rest of his life, plus back-disability for nearly three years. He should be hearing about this on Tuesday, so that would be nice :) Now my crazy delusional ass will be going to Target making a mental wish list of shit to get...like cute plates and whatnot, but I've been doing that for the last two and a half years almost.

Or at least in our case.

Justin has been going through some drama at work. I could spend an hour typing out a long-winded explanation of the minutae, but it can be summed up pretty quickly. He found out from sources *cough* Andrew and his mom *cough* that they want to can him at Walgreens, essentially (from what I understand) because he vocally complained on Christmas about having to work (Not without reason, he told them he couldn't work, yet the scheduled him anyway) and his sadistic manager thinks thats grounds to fire him...or something. But then again, I have a distinct feeling that I'm not getting the whole story either, so who knows.

Thursday he went into work expecting the worst...apparently he and the HR/Loss Prevention dude had a chat. He kept his job. Something else has to have happened though because he was ridiculously emo and was like "a part of me dies tonight and I don't want you to see that"...still haven't quite figured out what the fuck that meant...but that's whatever.

I had to go up there yesterday and go pick up a prescription, so I brought him dinner. He was genuinely depressing to be around, and it killed me that pretty much NOTHING I did made him feel any better. I told him to come over after work and we could watch a movie, and he shot me down. Having been through work drama this summer, I KNOW DAMN WELL IT WILL HELP. But he's too friggin stubborn to listen.

Every time I talk to him he sounds deflated, depressed, and genuinely hopeless, and he refuses to entirely explain it to me because he "doesn't want to drag me into it". So obviously when he's depressed, so am I.

I bought him this today, he played it at Andrew's and enjoyed it. He wanted to buy it but due to his car issues had no money to...plus I think it'll be a healthy way for him to take out his aggression. Texted him "Got you something ure gonna like, but you gotta come claim it from me :P" Hopefully that cracks his stubbornness and he'll come over. I suppose if it doesn't I can hand deliver it to him tomorrow, but I want to get him out of HIS house. I'm sure he's not exactly being pleasant to his parents, so I'd prolly be doing them a favor.

No answer as of yet. Told Andrew I bought it for him so hopefully if he calls up Andrew wanting to hang out, Andrew will direct him my way.

Yet another reason why I fucking hate Walgreens. Suck the life out of my love, why don't you, you sadistic fucks.

 
Hopefully third time will be the charm and they'll play Hangman!