So...the boy mentioned below. We are not dating. He actually said the sentence tonight,
"It's ok that we hang out like this, and we aren't going out, right?
Bummer.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
The Good With The Bad...
What an icky day today turned out to be. Oh well. I guess you'll have those.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Ugh...
For a girl who hates Christmas, I just charged $150.01 at Kohl's.
It's ok to be paying for Christmas all year, right?
It's ok to be paying for Christmas all year, right?
Shocking...
The below mentioned drama queen at the restaurant, just bothered to not show up today.
So, fired she is. That's one relief.
But now, I'm short a waitress. I have to sweet talk Bartender into helping me out. I know he will, but it's just that I have traded one stress for another. I know that are going to have to ask me to take more shifts.
So, fired she is. That's one relief.
But now, I'm short a waitress. I have to sweet talk Bartender into helping me out. I know he will, but it's just that I have traded one stress for another. I know that are going to have to ask me to take more shifts.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Miracles Will Happen As We Dream...
I am losing my damn mind. I had started bullet pointing this...Fuck that.
Ok, I work at Wal-Mart. It's December. Enough said. And you know, I don't hate the job. I hate the materialism of the season. Christmas has been ruined for me.
On that note, I have like no money to try and live my life on, and try and buy holiday gifts. God forbid my mother doesn't get something shiny.
As a result, I have been picking up extra shifts in the restaurant to try and make ends meet. I now work 6 days a week.
In said restaurant, I work with the biggest fucking drama queen, I have ever come in contact with. She's so fucking irresponsible, and I have to keep Bartender on stand by, in case she flakes out and I am short one wait person.
I like a boy. I haven't been talking about it. But, there's a boy. I like this boy. I used to sort of date his stinky, stupid friend. He used to date (or be engaged to, I forget) Melly's little sister. We both openly admit being attracted to each other. It's not something we hide. We very much enjoy each other's company. We "hang out" from time to time. Movie dates, sit around watching movies, he randomly shows up at my place of employment to see me. And still, we are not together. I really like this boy. It's never going to happen. But, I am still sticking it out. Stranger things have happened.
All these things combined with the fact that it's the last two weeks of the semester, I just might have a breakdown.
No one really understands, because no one else is in my shoes. And that sucks, not having anyone relate to this. However, Bartender, Davey and Junior, have been going out of their way to make things easier on me. I have good friends.
Oh...and I hate that my roommate stomps when he walks and insists on chewing with his mouth open.
Ok, I work at Wal-Mart. It's December. Enough said. And you know, I don't hate the job. I hate the materialism of the season. Christmas has been ruined for me.
On that note, I have like no money to try and live my life on, and try and buy holiday gifts. God forbid my mother doesn't get something shiny.
As a result, I have been picking up extra shifts in the restaurant to try and make ends meet. I now work 6 days a week.
In said restaurant, I work with the biggest fucking drama queen, I have ever come in contact with. She's so fucking irresponsible, and I have to keep Bartender on stand by, in case she flakes out and I am short one wait person.
I like a boy. I haven't been talking about it. But, there's a boy. I like this boy. I used to sort of date his stinky, stupid friend. He used to date (or be engaged to, I forget) Melly's little sister. We both openly admit being attracted to each other. It's not something we hide. We very much enjoy each other's company. We "hang out" from time to time. Movie dates, sit around watching movies, he randomly shows up at my place of employment to see me. And still, we are not together. I really like this boy. It's never going to happen. But, I am still sticking it out. Stranger things have happened.
All these things combined with the fact that it's the last two weeks of the semester, I just might have a breakdown.
No one really understands, because no one else is in my shoes. And that sucks, not having anyone relate to this. However, Bartender, Davey and Junior, have been going out of their way to make things easier on me. I have good friends.
Oh...and I hate that my roommate stomps when he walks and insists on chewing with his mouth open.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Oh, Heaven Help Me...
Melly is on the phone with me right now. She just announced her pregnancy to me.
I don't know if I can handle her and Kristina and her knocked up at the same time.
I don't know if I can handle her and Kristina and her knocked up at the same time.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
0 to Bitch In 60...
I am cranky. Have been all day. Don't feel great. Not feeling very social. And to top off the afternoon, I just watched my roommate spill an entire glass of water on my economics homework...and walk away.
I think I am going to be needing an alibi soon...dead roommate.
I think I am going to be needing an alibi soon...dead roommate.
I Could Burn The Building Down...
Grr. A cashier just emailed me and told me that the management at our store plans on having me work a different schedule then what I am actually scheduled this weekend and haven't bothered to actually tell me this.
Um, I don't think so. When did they plan on asking me this? Friday morning? They forget I have multiple jobs. And it's the end of the semester, so I really don't have time to spare.
It just pisses me off that they don't even bother to ask.
Um, I don't think so. When did they plan on asking me this? Friday morning? They forget I have multiple jobs. And it's the end of the semester, so I really don't have time to spare.
It just pisses me off that they don't even bother to ask.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Case Of The Mondays...
A little old woman on a cell phone driving in the parking lot at trigs, had the unfortunate luck of slamming into my car this morning. Shockingly, despite the force with what she hit me, there was no damage to the car. She's lucky. I'd have kicked her ass across town.
Then...I plug in my iPod only to find that my hard drive has decided to completely lose my entire music library.
Fucking wonderful.
Then...I plug in my iPod only to find that my hard drive has decided to completely lose my entire music library.
Fucking wonderful.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Songs To Rage By...
So earlier today, I was thinking that I was digging myself a hole. I have picked up Thursday nights in the restrauant. Well, we had an issue with one of the new employees recently that left Tuesdays open also. So I picked those up. I was thinking that I should be more stressed then what I am, but I think alot of it has to do with not being miserable at work.
So, I am bopping along to work all bundled up, braving the elements. I get there to find that the new girl, changed the schedule and decided to work today after all. Der.
Not that's it's a big deal, but I lost 30 minutes of time I could have been doing homework to someone else's stupidity.
And I was going to use my tip money to send myself to see Hitman tonight. Double Der.
So, I am bopping along to work all bundled up, braving the elements. I get there to find that the new girl, changed the schedule and decided to work today after all. Der.
Not that's it's a big deal, but I lost 30 minutes of time I could have been doing homework to someone else's stupidity.
And I was going to use my tip money to send myself to see Hitman tonight. Double Der.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
The First Thanksgiving...
So today, I am hosting my very own Thanksgiving for my friends. And because it will be filled with mishaps and shenanigans, I shall post live updates for the most of the day.
7.58 am: Off to Wal-mart. In my slightly altered state last night (drunk), I forgot to go back to Wal-mart and get things like the turkey roasting bags, and milk.
9.29 am: I just realized that while I knew I wouldn't have enough plates, it never dawned on me that I didn't have enough utensils. Off to Wal-mart.
9.32 am: "Why won't you poop?" Davey just asked the dogg. (And yes it's, Dogg, the dogg is gangsta)
9.36 am: "It's like throwing a hot dog down the hallway. That's why she doesn't like it." Davey's insight on why Junior's roommate doesn't like sex.
9.51 am: "Why can't Sean Connery host the parade just one time?" - Junior
11.52 am: "Mom's stuffing looks like shit." Text from little brother. (Her stuffing is the most vile creation on the planet. Nothing good about it on earth. Possibly the one side dish to ruin the holiday world wide.
12.20 pm: "Girls like my dough nuts." Pook, my roommate.
12.10 pm: (I forgot...my bad) Jennigirl, one of my waitresses just burst into my apartment, "Juice, I need a beer." She's making beer bread for tonight's feast.
7.58 am: Off to Wal-mart. In my slightly altered state last night (drunk), I forgot to go back to Wal-mart and get things like the turkey roasting bags, and milk.
9.29 am: I just realized that while I knew I wouldn't have enough plates, it never dawned on me that I didn't have enough utensils. Off to Wal-mart.
9.32 am: "Why won't you poop?" Davey just asked the dogg. (And yes it's, Dogg, the dogg is gangsta)
9.36 am: "It's like throwing a hot dog down the hallway. That's why she doesn't like it." Davey's insight on why Junior's roommate doesn't like sex.
9.51 am: "Why can't Sean Connery host the parade just one time?" - Junior
11.52 am: "Mom's stuffing looks like shit." Text from little brother. (Her stuffing is the most vile creation on the planet. Nothing good about it on earth. Possibly the one side dish to ruin the holiday world wide.
12.20 pm: "Girls like my dough nuts." Pook, my roommate.
12.10 pm: (I forgot...my bad) Jennigirl, one of my waitresses just burst into my apartment, "Juice, I need a beer." She's making beer bread for tonight's feast.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I Once Saw A Movie With Betty Grable...
Thanksgiving is shaping up nicely. I am having 15 (ish) people in my house for Thursday. I am kind of freaking out about it, but only because I don't want to mess it up.
To be honest, I am so excited to be making my own holiday. I hope I can make this work. I'd love for this to be a tradition.
To be honest, I am so excited to be making my own holiday. I hope I can make this work. I'd love for this to be a tradition.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
It's A Long Way To Happy From Rock Bottom...
It's hard for me to hear about him sleeping with our friends and not be bothered by it. It just hurts.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
They Are All Adorable...
ok...Well, not all of them. There is an ugly one or two out there.
I met Bartender's little brother Sunday night. First of all, let's just touch on the fact that my heart did the icky thump a bump thing when I walked into the house and he was holding this sleeping little boy close to his chest. And when we did the pass the sleeping baby without waking him deal, my mind couldn't help but think, what if.
Now that I have that out of my system, god, being in love with your best friend is not an easy thing.
What a sweet little boy. As I was sitting there talking with his parents and running my fingers gently along his tiny little leg, I am not going to deny that I flinched and sort of retracted my fingers every time I got to his club foot. I didn't flinch out of shock or disgust, but I was really concerned about hurting him. I know that's silly, but he's so fragile and new, that I just felt like touching it would hurt and wake him.
All and all, sweet little boy. The one time he peeked his eye open at me, I felt like he was giving me a little gift.
I met Bartender's little brother Sunday night. First of all, let's just touch on the fact that my heart did the icky thump a bump thing when I walked into the house and he was holding this sleeping little boy close to his chest. And when we did the pass the sleeping baby without waking him deal, my mind couldn't help but think, what if.
Now that I have that out of my system, god, being in love with your best friend is not an easy thing.
What a sweet little boy. As I was sitting there talking with his parents and running my fingers gently along his tiny little leg, I am not going to deny that I flinched and sort of retracted my fingers every time I got to his club foot. I didn't flinch out of shock or disgust, but I was really concerned about hurting him. I know that's silly, but he's so fragile and new, that I just felt like touching it would hurt and wake him.
All and all, sweet little boy. The one time he peeked his eye open at me, I felt like he was giving me a little gift.
Turn To Page 127...
Ever think that life is like one of those fantasy "choose your own adventure" books, where you decided how the story ended? Well, it is, isn't it?
I have quietly decided to turn to page 127, to see what happens next. I have concretely decided that my major of choice is Marketing. But what to do with it has been the question all along.
Today, I have decided that I am minor-ing in Communication. I am going to attempt to enter the field of Public Relations. It's all about passion, the entire field. You have to sell the shit out of whatever is tossed at you. Whether it's an event, a press release, dealing with a management company, etc., it's all about portraying an image and backing it up.
Everything I have read simply comes down to this, you have to want it. Want someone to talk about your event, want someone to hire you, want to be the best. I think we can safely say that with all the obstacles that have been tossed at me in the last year, that I have a little bitty fire driving me and I really think this is something I would do well at.
So, I wonder what will happen next?
I have quietly decided to turn to page 127, to see what happens next. I have concretely decided that my major of choice is Marketing. But what to do with it has been the question all along.
Today, I have decided that I am minor-ing in Communication. I am going to attempt to enter the field of Public Relations. It's all about passion, the entire field. You have to sell the shit out of whatever is tossed at you. Whether it's an event, a press release, dealing with a management company, etc., it's all about portraying an image and backing it up.
Everything I have read simply comes down to this, you have to want it. Want someone to talk about your event, want someone to hire you, want to be the best. I think we can safely say that with all the obstacles that have been tossed at me in the last year, that I have a little bitty fire driving me and I really think this is something I would do well at.
So, I wonder what will happen next?
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