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.