GROOUUUUSE!!!

My feet hurt. And so do my pants. My new boots are KILLING ME, even though I got special gel insoles for them. GUH. But they're so pretty. They're fused to me legs.

Tired. Too much driving. But I'm home tonight and I'm just gonna do assloads of laundry and sit on my ass. Yay.

Mike and I tackled the stockroom today. 'Twas grood. Hopefully we'll get to do it tomorrow as well (one or both of us have been pulled out to the floor multiple times 'cause it's been so damn busy). Then after worky I'm heading out to the island to hang out with muh baybeh. I have the first off, so that's badass.

Ummm... poop. What else is new... OOO! If I don't blow the remainder of my christmas money I'm gonna get my Zune. YAY!

Bloogh.

BRE-CIOUS FTW.

I EMERGED VICTORIOUS.

Computer: 1,000,000
Bre: 1,000,001

HEH. Compy fixed. AGAIN. Thank you for teh xp, Mike! Now I just have to locate my effing mouse. And then network my compy with mom's and all will be groovypants.

And I paid my very first parking ticket online just now. Proud? Proud.

Sleep.

WHITE BITCH!!!!!!!

Last night was badass. YESSSS.

Picked up Mike from his house, picked up the Chev, headed to the Noc Noc. Drunkeness and good music and pole-dancers galore. A couple of them totally flirted with me. It was badass. I was looking pretty hot, if I do say so myself. HEH. Anyhow. Had two jager bombs, some of Mike's vodka cran, some of Chev's black opal, some of Mike's long island and some of Mike's AMF. HEH. Such lushes we are. Several hours later, after all the dancers were done for the night (and one $35 parking ticket later) we headed to Dick's on Queen Anne where we ran into Joe and her friends again. Funny shit. Took teh Chev home, took Mike home, then tried my damndest to not fall asleep 'cause I was exhausted and the roads in Silvana were icy as FUCK. The roads out past Burn on the way to my house were just covered in snow and slush, but they weren't much better and I totally drove like 25 all the way there.

WHERE THE HELL WAS SHELBY?!?! We have no idea. Woman never showed. Sad.

But Mike and I seriously want to make this a once-a-week thing. It was just that awesome. And I never ever get to see my Chev. So hopefully I don't spend all my money on clothes before Wednesday or Thursday nights. Heh.

At the moment I'm trying desperately to fix my computer. Mine, not mom's. It's been dead since somewhere around last July and I FINALLY got my hands on an XP Pro disc. Just can't get the damn thing to boot from disc. UGH. Looking shit up on Google as we speak. But yeah. This whole thing was brought forth by the possibility of me getting a Zune within the next few weeks. Mom's computer has a good chunk of music on it, but mine has like 20+ gigs from when I had cable at the apartment. Oooo.

Off to fight with it some more. Guh.

Pants.

Moving on.

Saturday: Got to my car at 5am, drove home, passed out. Woke up at like 10-11, headed to Terry's, snatched him up and went to Tulalip so I could take advantage of the 50% off the whole store thing and buy Terry more shit. This was the first time I ever brought him into work. I think he was terrified, 'cause it was pretty busy and the store was a fucking wreck. But we went out back with Shelby and Mike on their 15 and had a smoke. Heee. I ended up finally getting the super dark Dohenys from work, but I have to exchange them 'cause the seams are falling apart. That's SO unlike our jeans. *stomps* Also went to Zumiez and got Terry a new belt, got myself a new belt and... that was it? Wow. Went back to Terry's, went to bed. Woke up, went to work.

After work on Sunday, Mike and I did some more shopping. Went to Robert Wayne and got myself the most badass boots ever. For $40. UNNNGH. They're so good and fuzzy. Went to Puma and Mike got some grey future cats for super cheap. Decided to get the shit out of there and went to Target. Mike picked up some presents, I got nothing. Went to Best Buy and picked up the first M.I.A. cd (does anyone besides Mike and I enjoy her immensely?) and Shiny Toy Guns for Doom. Mike left to pick his buddy up in Shoreline and I went home and observed John, Kyle and Doom banging and screeching away on Rock Band until I passed out. HEH. Brandon totally saved his paychecks and bought an Xbox 360, Rock Band and all the instrument controllers for it. Insane.

Pantsmas Eeeeeve: Got to work super early. For a change. When I pulled up Mike was blasting nonsense in his car full of Pepper and aforementioned guy from Shoreline. He hadn't slept. He totally got out of his car with Soulja Boy near full-volume and did the dance. I got it on video. Shelby showed up in the middle of all this. It was awesome. Worky worky, off at 1, hung out in Mike's car before he passed out and was babbling about driving waffle irons and discount designer flip-flops. Went home around 2, then I left with mom and Brandon on his way to work. Had mom drive around by where we usually park and Mike was totally still sleeping in his car :( Soooooo. Mom and I got a yummy and went to Safeway for some Pantsmas foodz and I got some gel insoles for my boots. I'm gellin'. LIKE A FELON. Went home, got a call from muh baybeh, went over there, gave him his other present (a black Famous belt buckle), then passed the fuck out completely out of nowhere. Apparently I fell asleep horizontal to the bed (the tv is to the side of the bed and I was laying that way watching it) and he had to pick me up and turn me so he could go to sleep too. HEH. I remember none of this. Woke up around 10 feeling like I had a gnarly hangover. Took Terry to his parents', then headed home to clean up and grab Brandon and my jager. Went to Gramma and Grampa's, ate some foodz, got a shitload of money from everyone, watched tv forever. Got home a little bit ago.

Gotta get to bed soon. I'm exhausted and I have work at 6am. Yay.

Gay-bours!

This weekend was full of crazy and badass and wee.

Friday: Shopped around the mall until Mike got off work. Then we headed out to cash his paycheck and go to Edmonds to see his Gramma in the hospital. Got stuck in some crazy-ass traffic on I-5 on the way there. Gah. I sat in some solarium while he visited with her for a few. Left for Bob's, where Kortnie's party was being held. Had a gigantic burger and a jager bomb with Mike, Chelsey and all the managers. We're pretty much the only employees over 21. Heh. Decided to take the show to some bar in Mill Creek, but first we had to pick up a bottle of Goldshlager for Miranda and drop her off at her cousin's car at work. Grabbed some shit from my car and headed south. Turned out my phone was being dumb and was out of service for like three days. I learned this when I couldn't dial out and turned it off and back on and hada flood of voicemails and texts. Yay. One of the voicemails was from Kortnie saying that traffic was too gnarly, so they stopped off at McCabe's in Everett. So we went there, had a hell of a time finding parking, then went in and drank ourselves into oblivion. When I was drunk enough I white-girl danced with Mike, Chelsey and Shelby. HEH. And EVERYONE got on the damn stripper pole. After a few drinks everyone started drunk-dialing people. Got Angela to show up after she closed the store, and Mike got FUCKING KENT to stop by. OH. MY. GOD. It was awesome.

I can't believe I had four drinks and didn't die. I'm seriously that much of a lightweight.

After last call everybody took off. But we weren't done yet. The other Brandon from work met up with Mike and I at Denny's to drop Pepper and Miranda with us so we could go to Neighbours. But Brandon and Kyle were in the car as well. HEH. They so should have gone with us. Anyhow. Got to Neighbours. Danced like retards. Got up on the stage thing, and WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT, some straight guy comes up and tries to dance up on Pepper and I. UGHHH. Gross.

Word to the retards: Girls don't go to gay bars to hook up, okay? I fucking HATE straight guys who go to gay bars to try and pick up chicks. WRONG. We go there to GET AWAY FROM YOU. Thanks.

So we were there until like 4am. Didn't even get back to my car in Tulalip until 5. It was a good night indeed.

I don't have it in me to write any more. And I need to snatch up the Doom and go to Gramma and Grampa's house. Fweeee.

Merry Pants!

I’m jockin’ on yer bitchass.

FINALLY the stupid blog link works. UGH. I've been wanting to blog for the last hour and a half, but will Myspace accomodate my flights of fancy? NO.

Anyhow. Work bleh. Woke up late at Terry's this morning (as usual) and by the time I got halfway out of Lost Lake I realized that my NyQuil dose from the night before still hadn't worn off, so I essentially drove over the speed limit drunk to work this morning. HEH. Got there 29 minutes late and no one noticed. Meh. Found out that I get to add another specialty to my ever-growing list in my job description. Jewelry. Yup. I can't spend 40 hours a week on shoes, so I get to help good ol' Chelsey out with jewelry every day. Schweet.

Off at 3:30, after Kortnie got in, so technically I got to work with her on her last day. YAY. Went home, cleaned out my car, had a shot of jager, spazzed out with the boys for a while, put some ash blonde in my hair (this whole week has been devoted to me fixing my hair. Bleached my roots THREE NIGHTS IN A ROW to get them yellow again. JESUS.), but the platinum parts obviously took it better than the rest of it, so it has this crazy blue hue in some parts. Meh. It'll fade out. Looks pretty damn good otherwise. Good ol' Bre and her half-silver head.

I need to go to bed. Work 7am-8pm tomorrow (PAYDERDAY!), then after work I'm heading straight out for Kortnie's thing. Then after that... who knows? We might take it to someone's house or I might go to Terry's and crash. Heh.

"I ate it, sir."

Feel so effed. Effed face. Pants.

Getting over the sicky, but still feel like ass. And I'm broke as hell. I have things to look forward to, however:

1. Going to see my baby tomorrow. I miss him.
2. Payderday on Friderday. Must finish buying pantsmas presents on Saturday. Yup. Actually, now that I think about it, Saturday's gonna be hell in any place where money is exchanged for goods/crap/what-have-you. FUCK.
3. Friday we're having a potluck and a gift exchange and after work we're having a little company outing for Kortnie. 'Cause she's actually leaving this time. SO. SAD. But I do know where she's working and I know where she lives, so I'ma stalk her ass. Stalk it goooood. Work's gonna suck though. UGH. But yeah. We're gonna get shit-faced. Well, all of us who are over 21, anyway.

On the downer side of Friday. I'm gonna be at work for like 13 hours. The schedule says 7am-8pm. Wow. I guess I'll have a lunch break of epic proportions in there, but still! Oh well. I need the cash anyhow.

I need to take my ass to bed (i.e. couch) 'cause I have work at 5am tomorrow. Glory.

PLEHHHHHHpants.

Last night was fun. Went with Terry to his company's pantsmas party. In the pants. At Blazing Saddles. Had a drink, jacked some of Terry's beers, Mike and Harley showed up, jacked some of Mike's AMF. HEH. Went across the street to The Hotel so we could share the glory with Harley. Got good 'n' obnoxious. The boys almost went up and did a rendition of Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody". They probably should have.

Mike and Harley left to go grab Pepper and go to Neighbours, and I had to literally drag Terry out of the bar to go home. 'Cause I had to sleep and get up for work at 5:30am. Which I did NOT! Woke up at 6:30 again and hauled ass out the door. Did about 55 down the Camano portion of 532 (don't worry. The limit is 50. HEH.) and made it to work right as Whitney was getting out of her car. NICE.

Work was uneventful. Replenished 'til open, ran fitting rooms for about two hours (UGH.), recovered my shoes and denim, then got to go home at noon. YAY. I got sick again out of nowhere and felt like ass, and Whitney could totally tell. Plus a bunch of people came in at 11 anyway.

Gonna plehhhhh around here for a little longer and head back to the island. I was hoping my new cell battery would be here by now, but NOOOOO. Goddamnit.

Effpants.

I cannot believe I slept from 3am-4pm. HOLY. SHIT. Now I'm gonna feel like ass for the rest of the night and my sleep schedule is SO fucked. Gross.

I miss my baby. He needs to get his ass online so I'll know if I can head over there tonight or not. UNGH.

I feel like poopypants. I'ma go find some food.

This’ll be the last time I ever do your hair.

Work sucked today. Seriously. I never want to set foot in the goddamn stockroom again. I hate it. HATEITHATEIT. Other people have taken over since I've been so preoccupied with the shoes and so it's no longer my baby. I have no clue which effing way is up in there anymore. Spent a good five hours of my shift grabbing coats from the ceiling in the stockroom and putting them out. Which is no big deal normally, but there's so many boxes of overstock sale everywhere that there's not a lot of room to move the ladder about and the conduits along the ceiling have taken to SHOCKING US when we grab coats. So that's fucking awesome.

I can't fucking wait until winter is over. I hate dealing with all these fucking coats.

Anyhow. When I finally got off work I went to Walmart and got nothing, then went to Kmart and bought a tiny bottle of Lucky No. 6 ('cause it's SO expensive in the perfume stores in the mall and even in the Lucky store) and some fluffy leopard print slippers. Oooo.

I really need to get on Christmas shopping. Seriously. I should probably start ordering shit tonight. 'Cause I really won't find anything for anyone anywhere other than the interbutt. Although I did get a start on Terry's gifts today. Yay. My baby's so effing spoiled.

GUH.

Goddamnit, I really need to get to bed.

Work was good. The buyers and VP came in and everyone was freaking out but it went really well. After they left, the store was in such pristine shape that I got to go home early. Good thing, 'cause I was wearing my Bellas for the occasion and my feet were FUCKING KILLING ME. I've really got to invest in some gel pads for those effing things. 'Cause damn.

Tomorrow. Work 7-noon (most likely on-call 'til 3-4). Must go buy some smelly shit from one of the perfume stores on my lunch break. 'Cause I crave foofy smelly glory. Theeeennn... maybe back to ol' Camano after Terry's court shit. I hope I hope. I miiisss.

Fmuhhhhh.

Haven't touched a computer in what feels like weeks. Heh.

So yeah. Got the tires did. Some snazzy winter ones. Drove on some serious ice this morning with minimal skidding. NICE. After I left Gramma and Grampa's Thursday night I went straight out to pick up Terry from Blazing Saddles and didn't come back home until this morning. Jesus. So in between now and then... lots of money blown. An insane amount of new clothes from work, Superbad, Muse's first and Scissor Sisters self-titled albums, a visor beanie that was WAY too costly from Zumiez, a new SD card (hence all the new pictures I put up)... and just tons of other shit. I mean like... fuckloads. Puh. And I still have to order a new battery for my phone and a surplus of labret posts for Terry. AND I still have to buy pantsmas gifts. Weee.

I can't remember anything else awesome. Except Mike and I had pho the day before yesterday and it was entertaining. Swimming pool o' noodle soup.

Well. I should probably go to bed soon 'cause I have to go back to work at 2. Yay.

"You shouldn’ta done that. He’s just a boy."

Anyway.

Terry made a fucking badass dinner last night. Meatloafies and red mashed 'tatoes and green beans. Love. Then I tried to go to sleep for a while, but that didn't really work out. I think I got a grand total of like 30 minutes. I only woke up 'cause I was laying on my arm all funny. Guh. Left at 9, got to worky and found that EVERYONE WHO WORKS THERE EVER was there for a meeting. That I knew nothing about, so therefore I was an hour late. FAN. TASTIC. But the rest of the night was good 'cause everyone fixed the entire store during said meeting and the rest of my shift consisted of me and a shoe specialist from Vegas redoing the entire shoe wall. IT LOOKS. SO GOOD. I took a picture of the complete masterpiece, but GUESS WHAT?!?! No SD card to stick in my computer, and I don't have a usb cable for my camera. Awesome sauce.

Took pictures of the YC denim monolith in all its perfection, as well. IT WILL NEVER. LOOK LIKE THAT AGAIN. EVER. 'Cause Mike and some other people re-did the men's monolith last night to absolute perfection (size stickers exactly where they need to be, denim edged and sized and set up to VMG) and the next night it was a wreck. Now, T.J. and I always had this theory that customers only dug through the denim and made a mess because about half the denim was usually missing size stickers. NOPE. Thanks, loyal Guess shoppers! You proved us wrong!

God DAMN, I wanna put up the pictures. UH! Need new sd card. Need it NOW.

As for delirium-induced antics... Mike, Pepper and I climbed all over the stupid quarter-powered rides outside in our sleep-deprived stupor. And we went through the McDonalds drive-thru with me in Pepper's lap and Mike blasting "Two of Hearts" by Stacy Q and practically singing it to the guy with the long-ass fingernails giving us the foodz.

"That'll be three-something at the next window."

"THANKS, GORGEOUS!" *I-I-I I-I I NEEDED! I NEEDED YOUUUU!!!*

Yep. Too lazy to recap the rest of the night. I don't think anything else happened anyway. Now I'm home (was just gonna grab smokes, but got side-tracked) and I'm about to head over to Gramma and Grampa's so we can do the tire thing before I pass the hell out. Woooo. Then it's probably back over to Terry's. If I don't pass the fuck out first.

Blehpants.

Awake early before an overnight again. Fucking FAB. But meh. Took Terry to the courthouse in Marysville earlier and got all that shit taken care of. Then we picked up his paycheck and went grocery shoppy. Yussss. Now I'm just sittin' around on thee ass. Grood times.
Hopefully I can get some semblance of sleep in before 9. Yay.
Smokie.

"Just tell her they’re Marciano."

My camera's SD card died today. GREAT. I have like 700MB worth of pictures and videos on it and about 40% of them haven't been copied over to the computer. SHIT.

Fuck you, SanDisk.

So yay. Another thing to add to the list of shit I need to buy after I get paid. Not a big spendy thing, but annoying nonetheless.

Anyhow. I woke up at 10-ish yesterday morning. Sat on the internet until Terry got online at like 1 and arranged to come over. SUCKAGE. I HATE that he doesn't have a phone hooked up at the house yet. But yeah. Stopped and got gas and over-inflated my leaky tire (WEEEE!), got to the house and we basically were a puddle on the couch watching Mad TV until the power went out. YAY. When Zach got home he said it was because a tree fell on a power line. Fun. So yeah. Eventually Terry went crazy without any power so we went over to Dave and Erin's so they could get their jam on. Yussss. Hung out there until like 8, took off, dropped Terry at home, stopped at Shell to get Monsters, munchies and a tire gauge (to get the over-inflated tire back to where it needed to be), went to work from 10-7am. FUCKING. FUN. But deliriousness with Mike is always awesomepantsface. Bucket o' Noodles that 'taste like swimming pool' and wandering around the store with a tissue box on one foot garnering looks of concern from Angela Zehm. HEH.

I GOT A TISSUE BOX! WHERE! MY SHOE! USED TO BEEE!!! I'M SO DUMB, I'M SO DUMB, I'M SO DUMB, I'M SO DUMB.

Other than that, we spent our entire shift fixing sale and clearance. Anyone who has been running go-backs in the last couple weeks is SERIOUSLY gonna die by my hand. 'Cause really. All the price points were mixed up and everything was just fucked. YC mixed with men's. NOT COOL, guys. I can tell the difference between customers putting shit back where it doesn't belong and our own people being careless. So yeah.

I was gonna come home and go to sleep for a few before I had to go get my tires changed with Grampa, but I dunno how feasible that is now 'cause there are boys sleeping everywhere. Yay.

If all goes well with Terry's court thing today, you'd best believe I'm gonna be back on Camano tonight. I'm so nervous for him. No. Terrified is more like it. And if they haul him off to jail on our six month anniversary, I'm gonna be fucking devastated.

Guh. Want nappy.

Eff.

YAAAAYYY for being high on vicodin cough syrup. YAY.

Not really. I kinda feel like hurfing.

I should not be up this early. I have to work an overnight tonight, so that's bad. But I DOOOOOO wanna see my baby beforehand. 'Cause tomorrow is our six month and I have the day off, but I have to go with Grampa to put new tires on my car and Terry has court. Sad.

I MISS MY BABY.

Facepantsmcpantsass.

I DON'T EVER WANNA DRIVE IN THE SNOW EVER AGAIN. EVERRRRRR.
My tires were already effed, so the swerving was probably worse. I was sliding all over the place even though I drove like 20mph all the way to Granite Falls. That's right. I'm at Gramma and Grampa's 'cause there was no way in HELL I was gonna make it down the hill before my house. Or up the hill before Terry's. HEH.
So yeah. Driving in snow = BADNESS. GUH.
Hopefully I can get my new tires on tomorrow.