EFF!

Offically broke. I have enough money for gas to and from work for the next week and a half and to chug energy. FUCK.

I pretty much got someone to cover my shift on Friday, but now I can't afford to go anyway. Goddamnit. Unless Terry decided to pay for tickets.

STUPID SHOOOOOESSS!!! UGH!

Mike and I are quitting our jobs to follow Warped Tour around all summer.

...not really. But it would be amazing.

I refuse to talk about work in today's blog. REFUSE.

I'ma go eat everything in the fridge.

Effin' eh, Cotton. Effin' eh.

Let's see.

The night after Daverthumps (which I guess was Sunday night), Mike was planning to have a fire and camp out with a bunch of people from work on Mission Beach. I was closing that night, but we got out at 11 'cause I was processing like a mofo. On crack. Called Mike. Turned out the tide was all the way in, so we couldn't do shit at Mission Beach. We all (me, Mike, Marla, Chad and Bekah) went to Ricky and Jackie's. Talked about work all night long. Heh. I think I was the only one who got wasted. Jackie put this bottle of brandy in my face so I was taking pulls off that for hours. Then Chad, Mike and I went to B'fish and gorged. Hung out with Chad in the parking lot for a bit, then we went and got my car and went to Mike's. Passed out.

Monday morning I headed to the island to see Terry for a bit. He was massively hungover and had a black eye from colliding with Dana's elbow the night before at Molly's. It was nuts. Took Terry and Ryan grocery shopping. Went back to the house and watched Flying Circus for hours. Left when Mike called and said he got off work early and was gonna go hang out with Melissa in South Everett. Met up with them and Melissa's new co-worker Trea at La Palmera. AMF, Spider Bite. Put on some wedges (that's when you know I'm almost done, heh!). Gave Mike my car keys. Heh. From there we went to One Eyed Jack's, which was dead. So we all had a Spider Bite and left for the pool hall (which I learned is actually called Uncle Jack's. Go figure.). Another Spider Bite. Cue Bre having to be walked to the bathroom to puke up everything she's ever eaten. Poor Mike came into the women's bathroom with me and was telling inquiring minds that I had food poisoning from eating at the Famous Wok at work. HEH! That's all I really remember. Went back to Melissa's complex to drop them off at Trea's car (with a stop in front of a porn shop in Lynnwood so I could puke again), then went to Joshy's to recuperate. ERIC WAS THERE. Apparently he's living there now. Eric was an apprentice at Darkhorse when Sarah and I used to go there all the time. Crazy. So we eat foodz and s'mores and Mike ended up puking for a while 'cause he already wasn't feeling good from the night before. So memorial day 2008, Mike and I will always remember as us being dumb and puking everywhere. HEH. As soon as he was okay to start moving again (which was around midnight), I drove us to Mike's car in Melissa's complex. We both passed out in the car for an hour. Woke up, went back to Mike's. And we had to be up at 5am. Fucking. Awesome. So I went to work and Mike was still getting ready for his first day as assistant manager at Zumiez. YAY.

I felt like balls. So bad. I thought I was gonna have to leave. But I started feeling better after Emerald got in (her energy is seriously contagious) and I got some food in me at lunch. Tim Roach (the district's LP guy) came in for a surprise visit. Eff. Did flip flops all damn day. If I ever have to look at another flip flop again... UGH. Got off at 2:14, got gas 'cause I'd been running on empty since the night before (DAMN good thing I have a Geo...), went home, ate, put on the 3rd season of Family Guy and passed out. Woke up to boys thumping around at like 9:30. And here I am. Heh.

I have to work at 6am again tomorrow. Shit. I have to go back to sleep.

Oh. And no MSI for me on Friday unless I can get someone to cover my shift. I requested the day after off MONTHS ago when I was still working mornings every day, so I thought I would be okay. NOPE. I close on Friday. No good.

BUT! Bumbershoot is gonna be amazing this year because of STP and Beck alone. So I'm totally going to that. Just need to figure out who's playing when so I can request days off accordingly.

And I'm so going to Foo Fighters July 9th. Yep.

Okay. Sleep.

Vitamin water. Vitamin water. Fuckin' vitamin water.

Last night was intense. Like, fuck.

Mike and I went to Alderwood to blow a portion of our paychecks on useless shit. As usual. Got a tank from Buckle and some neon pink and neon green pumps from Wet Seal. GLORY.

The current shoe count in my car is... 14. FOURTEEN PAIRS OF SHOES. IN MY CAR. I shudder to imagine the actual count of shoes I just own. There's a huge box in storage, like five pairs here... jesus. I think it's safe to say I own like 40 pairs of shoes.

Anyhow. Got a random text from Trevor and so we met up with him at Daverthumps (which will forever be known as 'Dabberthumps'). Got an AMF and a jager bomb in me.

Jager bomb. Fuckin' jager bomb. Skanks. Skanks. Fuckin' skanks.

From there we went to the pool hall and I had a Liquid Marijuana. I was obviously trashed at this point. Decided out of nowhere to go to Neighbours. Danced in the car and screamed beligerently at innocent passersby all through Capitol Hill. This was the first time I ever got that wasted. I always I puke before I get to that point of hollering at strangers and experiencing double-vision and near-blackout. Get into Neighbours, have another jager bomb. Fuckin' skanks. Played some pool. Horribly. Another jager bomb. After this point it's almost completely blurred. I don't remember leaving the club or getting to Mike's car. Insane, 'cause I was wearing the pink pumps and I remember them hurting like hell before I started drinking.

I dunno where I was going with all this. But yeah. It's happening again tonight. Hopefully Mike'll get off work by 11-ish so we can go to McCabe's or something. Wewt.

I need a shower. Yep.

PANTS.

My life is in shambles. My work schedule has always conflicted with Terry's, so that always blows ass. But now it's conflicting with Mike's. Our schedules are currently COMPLETELY opposite. UGH. We haven't really, seriously hung out in over a week. This is wrong. Just wrong.

I don't know what to effing do.

I slept for 19 hours. Went to bed almost as soon as I got home from work yesterday around 5, woke up at noon today. I don't know. That's just crazy.

Tomorrow I work at 11, so hopefully I'll be able to get my paycheck tonight (which I'm hoping will be pretty good-sized) so I can cash it before work tomorrow. 'Cause I won't have enough time to cash it on my lunch and the bank will be closed by the time I'm off at 7. THEN I have to go pick up my MSI tickets and, depending on how badly I'm going to be raped for Foo Fighters tickets, get those. Very excited for that. I've never seen these Fighters of Foo live. *creams* Then either Friday or Saturday night, I'll go see Terrence. Most likely Saturday 'cause I'm off at 7 and don't work 'til 3 on Sunday. Woooo.

I really hate how my blogs read like to-do lists. But that's my fucking life. A goddamn to-do list.

I'ma head to the effing mall so I can hang out with Mike for an hour before I have to start work.

"I'M BEING ATTACKED BY PEACOCK LEAVES!!!"

So that was fun. Yesterday: dropped Ryan at his parent's house so he could grab something and get a ride from there to work and took Terry to work around 7am. Went home, sat on my ass for hours, washed Dr. Tran, left at 5-ish and met up with Ryan and Terry at Amigo's. Went back to the island, watched tv for hours. Terry went to bed at 9, so I took off to go hang out with Mike (I wasn't about to go to bed early on my last night off of the week...). Got to the mall, waited in the parking lot forever. Finally got a call from Mike around 11:30 on his last 15 saying they weren't gonna be out of there for a while. I offer to help close, get inside and find out exactly WHY they were still effing there. It was a $27,000 day, apparently, and shit was fucking EVERYWHERE. I don't get it! It was a Monday! So I start busting ass processing Pants Mountain and sorting go-backs and recovering shoes. We got out at 2am. FUCK. Since the bars were closed when we got out, we just went to Walmart and I picked up some random shit I've been meaning to buy. Motor oil, wiper fluid, Chewy bars. Ya know. Them shits. Then we went back to Mike's house and promptly passed out.

Todaaayyyy... I think I really REALLY need to re-dye my hair. I've been putting it off for too long. Then I'll most likely end up back on the island later.

In other news. Someone really needs to buy me this when they get it back in stock: http://www.squishable.com/pc/squish_sheep_15/Big_Animals/Big+Squishable+Sheep

Just a quickie...

Ooooo Grampa's fixing my axle right now. The thought of driving around without my car clicking like death every time I make a turn is very exciting. Yes indeed.
Then it's off to the island for Terry's birthday party. Wewt.

POPPIIIIINNNN'!!!!

We owned the goddamn YC floorset this morning. OWNED IT. Yay. Then two people called out and I got to ring for pretty much the rest of my shift. Awesome job, guys. Pffftt.

I was so pissed yesterday. I looked at my schedule to make sure I'd be able to hang out with Terry on his birthday tomorrow and realized HEY! It says 5-close. FUCK. But Shelby asked me this morning to come in at 5am tomorrow instead for men's floorset because people keep fucking calling out. So all you assholes saved me. Thank you muchly. Foodz are in order. And tattoos might be also.

So today I must do laundry and re-dye my hurrrs and possibly go pick up a couple cartons of smokes. 'Cause I forgot to on the way home. Guh.

Graaaaanite FAAAALLLLSSSS!!! Blownheadgasket.

Today's agenda:

-Re-dye hair if time allows.
-Shower.
-Head over to Gramma and Grampa's at noon so Grampa can diagnose Dr. Tran's CV axle issue and fix it accordingly.
-If the previous doesn't go beyond 3-ish, go pick up Terry from work.

I've been having the best time ever at work lately. It's really starting to freak me the eff out. Usually I'm miserable at work, and everyone can see it. But I went in there on Saturday and busted ass. I was running gobacks for Shelby most of the day and she couldn't process them fast enough to keep up. AND I recovered/replenished my shoe wall right when I got there in about five minutes. Which is just fucking unheard of. Whenever I would take a break people apparently started panicking and asking where I went.

0_o

Yesterday Christina and I ran fitting rooms. I found that I actually started chasing people down who went into open rooms without waiting in line first and bitching at them to get in line. What the fuck is happening? Am I becoming... assertive? About fucking time! And it only took a fucking year and a half. Heh.

I'm not overwhelmed by working on the floor on weekends. The people don't overwhelm me. I'm TALKING. TO. PEOPLE. I'm rattling off promos and product knowledge and not stumbling on my words. I'm working at the cashwrap ringing people up and not freaking out about it. I have ENERGY.

I don't know what's happening. I'm really confused.

Anyhow. Saturday night Mike and I took Aaron out to the Castle and One Eyed Jack's (for about two seconds) and the porn barn. HEH. Got home around 3am. Woke up at 11 and headed straight to work. Worked noon-5, almost had to stay for my on-call but they found someone else, shopped a bit with my gift certificate, went to Gramma and Grampa's. Ate some food, watched Cast Away, left at 8 to go to Terry's. Started mixing up AMFs the second I got there. Yeah. On Saturday Mike and I totally went to the liquor store and I bought a half gallon of Desert Island, a fifth of Blue Curaco and some sweet and sour. I have a fucking bar in my trunk. It's awesome.

Woke up at 6-ish, took Terry to work, and now I'm home. Had to break in when I got here 'cause mom took Doom to his court thing and locked the house. Pepper has my house keys 'cause I drunkenly let her use the sharpie attached to them and she sorta forgot to give them back. HEH.

Well. I think I need to go get started on my checklist business.

FOGHAT.

Eff?

Work has been better than usual the past few days. Which is weird, 'cause Suzette was in again. But she makes sure shit gets done so the stockroom is fucking fancy again, and so is my shoe corner. All the insane backstock of shoes are out of the boxes and we put more shelving above my shoe wall to make room for more backstock. UNNGHHH it's so good. And all the shipment? What shipment? Heh! Unobstructed access to the lockers and seven broken-down rolling racks in the stockroom are definitely indicators of success.

So yesterday after work Mike and I went to his house and had nappy-time. Terry called in the middle of this and wanted me to bring him his drum brackets he left in my car forever ago 'cause he's selling his drumkit to Shawn. Picked him up at Ryan's parent's, drove back to Ryan's (where he's living as of a few days ago). We were locked out 'cause Ryan wasn't home yet and Terry didn't have a key yet. So we sat in my car and drank beer and talked until Ryan and Crystal got home. I'm not gonna say everything is fixed 'cause that would be naive as hell, but he is in a much better situation living with Ryan and seems to be in a much better mindset. He was going kind of insane sleeping in his parent's dining room (and boy, can I relate). Heh. And it's pretty obvious that we never had any serious problems until he had to move in there. So we'll see what happens.

I wanna effing go out tonight. I'm so fucking poor though. The cutting of hours at work the past few weeks has been killing me financially. Things are picking up again, though. Next paycheck is gonna be badass. Good thing, 'cause Terry's birthday and MSI are coming up this month.

Gotta call work in a half hour to see if they're gonna use my on-call. Guh.