Costume of ghetto-ness!

So. I spent almost the entire time from being off work until about 30 minutes ago frantically driving around Marysville trying to find a costume or pieces to a costume. Right after work I went to Walmart and found nothing. Michaels. Nothing. Went home, watched the dvd I bought (Not Another Teen Movie. I'm hoping this is the last fucking time I'll have to re-buy it.), took off with a car full of crazy people, dropped Kyle and Justin with their newly buzzed heads at the V-Hoose, then Doom, Karina and I headed to Party City where they were totally cleaned out (AND THEY HAD THE BEST WIG FOR MY FUCKING COSTUME. I'M SO PISSED.), Fred Meyer where I only found one of those stupid bloody knives for like 40% off (got it, of course), then went to K-mart and found one long "blonde" (ie: yellow) wavy wig that was, of course, sitting on the shelf out of its box and tangled to holy hell. Bought it. Had no choice.

I'm going as Baby from Ho1kC. Been meaning to do it for the past 2 years. I figure now that I'm skinny again, I have to. I have no excuses. Heh. And yesterday I got a bottle of blood from Party City, so it's gonna be badass, even as ghetto and last-minute as it was. Now I just have to dig up either a black shirt that I can cut up or a black tank or something, and figure out which pair of jeans I can live without and cut them into tiny shorts. Got my monster boots out and I grabbed a pair of fishnets out of storage yesterday. So I'm almost set.

I wonder how many people at work will actually be able to identify my costume. Heh.

So yeah. Work at 6 tomorrow morning, and it's GIFTCARD DAY so I get to FINALLY buy my wool peacoat (and boy, am I gonna need it in this get-up!), off at 3, head over to Terry's. It sure is gonna be fun waking up and prying my ass out of the most comfortable bed in the world at 3:30am on Thursday. Jebus.

Off to run around like a crazy person some more. Wee.

Effed lips. Lips are effed.

Friday: off at 3, but hung around work for a moment afterward to buy me some Bellas. Which are the best shoes ever, until we finally get the Treasures in. Oh god. Anyhow. Took off for Everett. Realized passing the flats on I-5 that traffic was gonna be BAD. Hit it by the shit ponds. Heh. It wasn't too bad though, and I got to Ed Wyse at like 4:00 to bug Karina and buy shit. Got some Catwalk shampoo and Root Boost and a blackhead extractor. Which I love more than life right now. Left around 4:30, hit traffic immediately getting back onto I-5 from Everett Mall Way. Literally idled down the onramp and all the way to 41st. It got a little better after that, but we hit it again around the Marine View Drive exit. Stupid fucking WSDOT assholes getting rid of the extra lanes between the exits. UGH. So anyhow. Hauled ass to Terry's, picked him up, drove back into town to buy some booze. I took a shower when we got back and I think I pretty much just laid in bed the rest of the night sipping Goldshlager. Yum.

Saturday: woke up early, took Terry grocery shoppy at IGA (where I broke down and bought a flat of Monsters for $45), went back to the house to unload all the shit, then headed over to Zach and Molly's. Jumped rope with Melissa for like an hour. It was good times. Left just as Molly got home :/ Headed to Everett to drink our faces off. I can't believe I remembered where the damn Anchor was. Heh. No one was there yet, so we had a couple drinks and were mesmerized by this chick's ass hanging out of her Playboy referee costume for a while. HEH. Terry ran into some guy he went to high school with (which seems to happen everywhere we effing go, heh!) and I ran into RACHAELFAYCE. YAY. But it turned out everyone we were supposed to meet up with were all at Jimmy Z's. UGH. So we ate some food, I sobered up and we drove down the street to the world's biggest dive. I didn't drink there, I just kept kiping sips off Terry's beers. Heh. And I've been claimed by Erin, so she and Terry kept fighting over me. HEH!

"She's MINE now!!!!"

Grood times. I dunno how long we were there, but we were getting tired and felt like going home and plopping in bed and watching a movie, so we took off.

Now for something completely different-- I dunno HOW you women do it, but I drove in heels for the first time EVER driving back to Camano from the bar, and it was SO goddamn difficult. I just don't get it at all. So hats off to all you heel-wearing womens. You are all much more talented than I. I seriously had to stop at the Shell station and change into my flip flops. It was that bad.

Sunday: woke up early. Heh. I just can't do the sleeping in thing anymore. Terry made breakfast burritos. I love him so goddamn much. Went to Schuck's for oil, Target for random shit, Petco, Best Buy, Bigfoot, smoke shop, then IGA again when we got back to the island. Started feeling super fucking sick from girly cramps on the way back to the house. Got to the house, threw off my pants and laid in bed with the most agonizing fucking cramps I've ever had in my life. Got up once to puke, didn't puke, laid back down, passed out for like three hours. Woke up feeling much better, but still really lethargic. Terry made burgers, so I had one of those, and we just stood in the kitchen being nonsensical for like an hour and a half. Hamburger Axe and b-holes galore. God, we're retarded. Left at 8 to go home. Stopped at Shell for gas and Losts, and now here I am. About to pass the hell out 'cause I have work at 5 tomorrow morning. Weeee.

I WANNA WEAR MY HEEEEELLSSS TO WORK but I can't until I have a floor shift. I can't imagine climbing the guards and the ladder to put backstock in the uppers whilst wearing 4 inch heels. For eight hours. Poop.

Sleep.

...things.

Every day at work is better than the last. Goddamn.

Clean stockroom. Less than 100 boxes, mostly replen, it seems. Another early morning shift tomorrow with six people = stockroom almost completely empty by the weekend. WHICH I HAVE OFF. GLEE.

Good stuff. I'm very much relieved and... happy. Yes.

I went to the library today. Insanity. I've been talking about doing it for like a week and a half, but every day after work the need to go home, consume the entire contents of the kitchen and vegetate has been too great. Heh. So yeah. Stopped in there for about an hour and a half and came out with a Marilyn biography that I think I've already read, a book on flappers and Diary: A Novel by Chuck Palahniuk (thanks, Molly-face!). Started on the latter immediately and it's pretty fucking bad-ass so far. Yay for stuff to read on my lunch breaks. I was really sad that all their Hunter S. Thompson books were checked out, though. UGH. Oh well. I'll just have to go buy them at Half Price Books tomorrow. Yep.

The urge to read these last few weeks has been so great that I told Karina to start throwing books at me. The only one she had readily available was Star: A Novel by Pam Anderson. I have nothing against Pam, she's sorta awesome, but jesus christ. I didn't even get a chapter into it and had to stop because it's the worst pile of shit I've ever laid hands on in my life. The writing style is totally reminiscent of Ann M. Martin's Baby-sitter's Club series (which, I'll admit, I owned almost all of when I was a kid), but much, much worse. Characters' personality traits totally unrealistic and situations just... dumb. And the thing that's REALLY sad? She had a GHOSTWRITER. WHO IS MALE.

Anyhow.

Tomorrow. Work 6-3, cash paycheck, head to Ed Wyse and buy much beauty shit from the K-town, stop by Half Price Books. Camano by 5-ish. Pounce on Terry's head.

Oh glorious hanger blisters on both index fingers. I loves you.

"Gawt Pants?"

Today I cleaned the living hell out of the stockroom. Shelby rearranged the boxes all nice and I got damn near everything out of the YC side of the guards AND every. Fucking. Thing. Hanging from the ceiling. And got it all out to the floor. AMAZING. It's so goddamn bright back there now. Everyone was freaking out. Didn't get to process any shipment, but we only got like 30 boxes today, so it wasn't that big a deal. Plus we're having another 5am stock shift tomorrow with a bunch of people. YAY shit's getting done. It's very exciting.

Yayjoblove.

Bought a dress from work today 'cause it was the last day of the 50% off sale/clearance deal. It's pretty. Just have to buy some heels to wear with it on Friday. And I've been lusting after these heels for a good two months now. Oh shoes.

Oh yeah! And if anyone's interested in working at Guess for 5 hours on the 23rd of November, please let me know ASAP. We need 300 people working on that day. No, I'm not joking. But really. If you're interested, over 18 and need some extra cash, let me know.

Guh. I should probably go put in a stupid movie and pass out 'cause I have to be up at 3:30 in the morning. Weee!

Get stupid bitches off the road, please.

Totally forgot to add this-

I had my first case of REAL road rage ever last Friday. Not good times. So I'm just driving North in the slow lane on I-5 on the way to Terry's and traffic slows to about 50mph when it's normally 70. This is all right before the Stanwood/Camano exit. This Honda or Acura or some stupid car full of prissy bitches is behind me, and they're RIGHT ON MY ASS as if the whole thing was my fucking fault. After 'dealing with it' for about a minute, the chick driving gets fed up and moves into the center lane. Then OUT OF NOWHERE moves back over to get in front of me to race down the exit. At this point I'm about two seconds from turning onto the exit. Prissy bitch 2 flips me off without even looking back as they get off the freeway. Unbeknownst to them, I'm getting off on the same goddamn exit. Seeing the finger made me SO FUCKING ANGRY that I fucking floored it so I was practically on their ass the whole way down to the light. I swear to fucking god, I hadn't been that mad in YEARS. And the girls obviously got scared, seeing as how they all kept looking back in horror. HEH. Funny shit. Coulda followed them all the way down 532 and gave them a really good jolt, but I had to get gas at the Shell. Heh! But UGHHH. Anger. Frustration. I mean, it would have literally taken like an extra 5 seconds for them to get off the damn freeway if they decided to not be cunts.

Yep. Just had to share. Nothing other than that. Work 10-7 tomorrow. UGH that shift goes by so slow. Garg. But. It's almost Friderday payderday, so yay. Gots to buy me a coat from work. And shoes. And a shit-ton of stuff on clearance. Wee.

Obligatory vague post.

A lot of good things happening for me right now. So goddamn happy. And relieved.

Was at Terry's from Thursday night until this morning. Glory. And I have all of next weekend off for Halloween-y debauchery. Fuck yes.

Goddamnit I am SO. RELIEVED. I love my job.

Face.

Nothing special about today. For some reason I feel the need to blog, though.

In at 6am (goddamn, I haven't been late in like two weeks!), markdowns, break, Suzette the DM came in from California, lunch, bust out like ten more boxes before I finally had to go home. No last fifteen 'cause I took my breaks all wonky and late. Home. Sleep deprivation. Hilarity.

That's about it. Yay. Work tomorrow at 8am. After work I HAVE to stop by a Coinstar somewhere 'cause I know I have over $20 in change. And I'm broke. Weee.

Bleh.

Pantsandpantsandpants.

Home. Again. Decided to go back to the island last night around 8:30. Pretty much just talked for a while and then went to sleep. Woke up at 10:30, lay in bed until 11-ish, got up and got a call from Terry just as I was heading to my car to go home. He was working on a house in Lost Lake, so we were able to hang out on his lunch. YAY! Cuddled and cooed at each other for a half hour, then I dropped him back at the worksite and headed home, stopping at the Shell station on Old 99 (also known as my third home) to load up on Monsters. Yeeeup.

Today I'm convinced I'm gonna get shit done. First thing I did when I walked in the house was grab all my dirty clothes and throw them in the washer. Heh. I think I have maybe another half-load to do until all my clothes IN THE WORLD are clean. Worldly clean clothes. Then I have to take a shower and exfoliate every goddamn inch of my body. Sounds grood. And sometime today I have to call work and see when I work tomorrow, 'cause I forgot to take down my schedule like a fucking douche. I'm pretty sure it was 6-3, but I just wanna clarify. Just in case. Oh, 6-3 shift. I loves you.

I wish it wasn't raining. I'd totally vacuum out my car right now. Damnit.

Muh.

So. Stressed. Out. I'll be a little better once I refigure my budget, but still a bit... meh.

Last night I was closing at work and I expected to get off around 11-11:30. Terry was supposed to show up and wait for me in the parking lot around 10:30 so he could hop in my car and we'd head to Seattle for Chev's birthday thing. But oh no! Closing on Saturdays is HELL because people are fucking savages in the store and shit was EVERYWHERE. It was absolutely trashed. When I realized it was midnight I asked Shelby if I could go outside to see if Terry was waiting. So I went out there and found out he'd been waiting since SEVEN O' FUCKING CLOCK. The show he was supposed to play fell through 'cause the drummer or somebody was sick or something, so he had nothing better to do but wait for me to get off work. Glorious. So I had to go back inside and clean up until the registers were finally all closed down. Which happened around 1:20. FAB. We knew that the bars were gonna be closed by the time we got there, so we just went to Chev's house, watched some Burnt Face Man and went to sleep in very awkward positions on the couch. Heh. Woke up around 11 and remembered that Napoleon was still in my car, so we took off. Drove to the outlet mall so Terry could pick up his truck, went to his old apartment to grab the rest of his stuff, went to Richard's to get Toby's guitar and stack business and put air in my front right tire, went to Napa to pick up shit for our cars, then headed to the house to work on and wash our vehicles. Yep. Put new headlights in mine and put some oil in it. Drives much nicer now.

Terry's uncle or something is in town, so his parents were having a huge dinner at their house. I was (and still kinda am) in a strange mood, so I just came home. I dunno what my fuckin' deal is today.

Other than that. On Friday John, Kyle and Doom showed up at the house with the most life-changing thing EVER. His name is Frankie and he's a RUBBER FIST. Not even just a fist, a whole fucking firearm. So we wobbled that around for a while and I took a million pictures and videos. Pierced Kyle's eyebrow. Then around 2:30 I took off and went to Target on the way to Camano and picked up the Amy Winehouse cd and FINALLY FOUND the Criterion Collection Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. UNGH. I've been wanting it for SO LONG. Picked Terry up from work, cashed his check, went to the house to grab shit, then took off in good ol' Petunia (Terry's truck's new name. Heh!) to Lynnwood. Guitar Center to pick up his new Ibanez, then we drove up and down 99 trying to figure out where we wanted to eat. Finally settled on Shari's, which, as we all know, is right across the goddamn street from Guitar Center. HEH. Went to the liquor store in Tulalip and bought a fifth of this badass pomegranate liqeur. DELICIOUS. Went to the house, drank, passed out. Woke up around 10, went to Elger Bay for breakfast, dropped Terry at home and headed to work. Worked 10 hours, as stated above. Fuckin' wee.

I may go back to the island in a while. After I get my brain back to normal. We were both kinda upset when I left, so I feel bad and I miss him already. GUH.

Yetionmyface.

Plans have changed. Heh. Got paid early, so after work yesterday I immediately went out and bought a new pair of jeans from Ross. Almost the exact same as the ones I've been mercilessly wearing for the past three months. HEH! But the old ones got a hole in them. So that justifies it.

Soooo yeah. Woke up at 5:30, saw Terry off to work, planned on staying a while and watching some tv, but he stole the damn lighter. I can't live without a lighter. So I took off for home, lighting cigarettes with my cigarette lighter in my car the whole way. Heh. I never use that damn thing except to charge my phone.

THEN! I get home and find that no one's here and the door is locked. And my house keys are inside. GREAT. So I had to bust in for the millionth time in my life. I fucking HATE BREAKING IN. I think I misheard mom when she told me when her first day at her new job was. I thought it was Monday, but it looks like it was today. Yaymomjob. <--that could be wrong on so many levels.

So later on after I pack up some shit for the weekend and take a much-needed shower, I must head to Kohl's and see if their huge sale thing applies to intimates (I. CAN'T. STOP. BUYING. BRAS. You'd be addicted too if you had no rack to speak of until you strapped on a Wonderbra. Heh.), possibly bug K-town at work and buy shit, then pick up lovely at work and go do all his shit.

I wonder how tomorrow is gonna work if Terry wants to go to Chev's thing with me. If he has practice, then I can just pick him right up after work. But I dunno what's going on. Hummmm.

Face.

Bluh.

Tuesday: Work. Home. Terry's. Watched 'Knocked Up' finally. Sleep.

Wednesday: Awake at 5:30 to see Terry off to work. Cartoons. SLEPT FROM 9AM TO 1PM. WHAT THE HELL. I don't even remember feeling the tiniest bit tired. I don't get it. So now I'm gonna have a hell of a time falling asleep tonight. Anyhow. Drove over to his parents' to raid their fridge. Heh. Went back to the house, watched some tv and headed home around 9. I was scared as fuck driving down 532 'cause I had less than 1/8th of a tank of gas and figured I could make it to the Shell station by the freeway no problem. I did, but I was still scared as hell 'cause I never let my car get below a quarter tank. Yuh.

So. On the agenda for the next couple days-

Tomorrow: work, home, Terry's.

Friday: Terry's to work for paycheck-y GLORY, hang around Marysville and shop or something until around 2:30, back to Camano, pick up Terry from work, cash his paycheck, go to Ed Wyse and bug Karina and buy mountains of Tigi products, go to Guitar Center to pick up Terry's guitar he put on layaway forever ago, Camano, possibly get shit-faced to prepare for Saturday night, sleep.

Saturday: Lay around in bed until 12:30-ish, head to work, get off at 11, head straight down to Seattle to get shit-faced with the Chev. WEEE!

Sunday: possibly Terry's. Lay around in bed all day long.

Fun fun. Sleep.

MUH.

Quick update 'cause I have to take off for work in like five minutes:

I'm sick. It's fabulous. I seem to be getting over it really quicklike, though. Terry was REALLY effing sick when I left yesterday. I wanted to take off work and take care of him SO bad. But I couldn't. I am teh poor. And we must save for apartment of doom.

Been on the floor at work for the past three days. It's been a goddamn wreck. Effing canadians and their holidays. UGH. And it looks as if I'm gonna be the next denim specialist. Fab. DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING DENIM! But yeah. Floor's a mess, stockroom's clean. And EMPTY. Doesn't it effing figure?

And I couldn't get effing Saturday off. OH MY GOD IT SUCKS. But somehow I will partake in the Chev festivities. I don't care if I have to like, get off work at 10-11 and immediately head down there. SOMETHING IS GOING TO WORK, DAMNIT.

Oh. And the pants I got for Terry were fucking PERFECT. JESUS. I'm going to buy him Montaras in every fucking wash we have. Except the ones that look all oily and dirty and gross. The name of the wash escapes me at the moment. Those are just gnarly and whoever buys them should probably be executed on site.

Anyhow. Off to worky.

STOP! Pajama-time.

86 effing views this week? Jesus! I'm not THAT interesting, am I?

Heh.

I actually got up early enough this morning to do my hair and put on makeup. I'm NEVER up that early. I'm usually snoozing 'til the last possible second then throwing clothes on in a frenzy and running out the door without doing so much as brushing my hair. Good job. Go me. AND! By the time I got into Tulalip, I had more than enough time to go to Walmart and pick up Monsters. NIIIIICE.

So. Must pass out early tonight (like in a half hour) so I can wake up at around 5am to get to work by 7. Then I shall be off at 4 and I'll head off to SEE MY BABY. GODDAMNITIMISSTERRY. This has been the first time in a long while that we haven't seen each other in more than like, two days. Heh. It's been five.

And last night he was involved in a bunch of legal drama involving Napoleon, which eventually led to him spending the night in jail. MY POOR BABY! So uh... Napoleon has to go. It's so fucking sad. But at least he found out from the cop who took him there that he may actually have his license suspended in the third degree and not the second. Which means he'll be able to drive. He'll have to put up with a bunch of shit to be able to, but at least he'll be mobile again. YESSSSS.

Anyhow. Gotta pack up some shit and then pass out.

YAYNEWPANTSDERDAY.

FULL SHIFT TODAY! OHMYGODWEEEE!!!

AND tomorrow! AND PROBABLY the next day! AND THE NEXT DAY!!!

And of course, Whitney, Ryan and I got through like over half of the boxes in the stockroom, just to be met with the horrible realization that our projected shipment tomorrow is 80 fucking boxes. JESUS. CHRIST. I'm SOOOOO hoping that it's off. WAY off.

Anyhow. Got our bonuses. Got a new pair of jeans for me (HORRIBLY needed) and some jeans for my baby. I'm now terrified that they're not gonna fit. Or he won't like them. 'Cause I didn't really take the fit into consideration. He likes his jeans pretty relaxed and I think these are gonna be sorta snug. Oh well. If they don't work out, I'll just have to exchange them. No biggie. We'll find out on Friderday.

Still doing damn good on money. Yayme.

Karina and Doom came into the store to pester me about an hour before I got off. Heh. She was looking for a black cardigan. Too bad we don't have too many of those on clearance. Oh well. She said she'd go get a cupcake belt instead. HEH.

SHARK.

Gotta get to bed nice and early tonight, 'cause I got SHIT for sleep last night and so I was dead to the world by the time I got off work. I'm really effing surprised I wasn't late this morning. Could also have to do with the fact that I'm used to 3-4 hour shifts at this point. I swear, I have no idea what to do with myself on my lunches anymore. It sucks.

Muh.

"Counter-proposal: I go home and jerk off."

Nope. Didn't get shit done today. And it's been fabulous. Still sitting on my ass in my jammies. Eating dinner. Oh yeah.

I think I'm just gonna push all the shit I was gonna do today to tomorrow after work. Trying to conserve gas here. I have $99 to last me until next Friday and most of it is probably headed for my gas tank. Wooo. And actually, even though my paycheck was anally raped last period, I'm doing better on money conservation than I normally would. Which is pretty fuckin' sad.

I need to go take a shower and... clean stuff. And do laundry. Bored. Must clean.

...pluh.

Day off tomorrow. Thank god. I'm thinking I might have to go into Everett to take care of some shit and pick up insane quantities of Monster from Cash & Carry while I still have money. Maybe. Haven't quite decided.

Spent the entire past weekend with the Terry. Like that's surprising. Mom was gone in North Dakota for like four days and I didn't wanna be home 'cause home = boring without teh mommeh. And I missed my baby. So yeah. Just went out to dinner and watched a lot of tv and took Terry and Napoleon grocery shopping and slept and worked. And learned that I can't drive a truck to save my life. Terry bought an older Silverado with hopes of me being able to drive him and Napoleon everywhere. Yeah. Took it down the road to the gas station and back. 'Cause I was struggling like a mofo. It's sad 'cause it's not even that big a truck. Issues I have with it are: The accelerator is a BITCH. You have to put so much pressure on it it's just ridiculous. And the brake sticks out like 6-7 inches further than the accelerator, meaning that when it comes time to brake, you have to literally pull your knee up and move over onto the brake pedal. Insanity. And it squeals a lot and makes me nervous as hell. Guh. I'll just have to get used to it, I guess. 'Cause Terry can't drive it and I don't want it just sitting in the driveway doing nothing for a year and a half until he can.

But yeah. I guess it's not surprising. I AM used to driving the bejesus out of a Geo Metro. And ya know... Nissan Sentras and other tiny-ass cars.

I like small cars. Is that a crime?!?! Heh.

I really want a new tattoo. But no. After paying my storage unit and buying two weeks worth of smokes, my glorious 42 hour paycheck can only afford Monsters and gas until the 12th. Fab. Oh well. At least we get our bonuses at work on Wednesday. YAYFREECLOTHES. And our new shit has been ridiculously cute. For a change. I literally gasp when I open new shipment. Heh.

Ummm. Still wanting a house. Really bad. I shared my idea with lovely and I think he caught my house-HIV. House-HIV+ are we.

I need to go do something with my hair. Or clean. Or SOMETHING. Guh.