HOLY BALLS! Could it be? It's... SUNNY? ON MY DAY OFF?!?!
Here's the clincher: Dr. Tran is officially running on empty (which means I have enough gas to get to the gas station and back) and I have $60 (that's two complete tanks of gas) to my name until (HOPEFULLY) my direct deposit kicks in on Wednesday. If it doesn't, I am gonna seriously be tempted to set my workplace on fire. If it doesn't go through, this will be the SECOND time I've filed and saw nothing from it.
I AM NO LONGER GOING TO BE TEMPTED BY SHOES AND CLOTHES AT WORK UNLESS I HAVE A GIFT CERTIFICATE TO BLOW. And even if I have said gift certificate, I'm not going over it by more than $10. EVER. AGAIN.
That was the only stupid shit I pulled this pay period. Well, that and blowing like $60-some on booze. I should have realized I'd be short on money because this time I had to pay me and my mom's phonebill (since she gave me an advance on it last pay period) AND my storage unit. But noooo! I decided it'd be okay to spend like $40 over my gift certificate that I'd been saving from last month. UGHHHH!
God. Imagine how fucked I'd be right now if I was still ingesting 2-5 Monsters per day. Gross.
Wednesday at midnight. A new budget is going into effect. Srsly.
So today. I have two options. One. Go to the island and go swimming and/or hottubbing. Two. Track Mike down and go to Silvana river. I had a third option, but it involved going to Lynnwood to hang out with Chelsey at her Grandma's condo and go swimming, but that's way too far and gas is a serious hinderance at the moment. GUH.
I dunno. There was mention of a gig/party on the island Saturday night when I saw Terry on Sunday so I might wait until tomorrow night to go see him. But I might have to run an errand with him today... so guh. I dunno. We'll see.
Yup.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
"It'll getcha."
I wrote a lengthy blog but Myspace eated it. Quick recap:
1. MONSTER AND I BROKE UP. FOREVER. I've been off it for a week and it's amazing.
2. I'm surprised my liver hasn't depleted because of all the booze I've been imbibing for the past two weeks. WOOOO!!! DRINK! IT MAKES THINGS SUCK LESS!!! WOOOOO!!!
3. Life sucks. The end.
1. MONSTER AND I BROKE UP. FOREVER. I've been off it for a week and it's amazing.
2. I'm surprised my liver hasn't depleted because of all the booze I've been imbibing for the past two weeks. WOOOO!!! DRINK! IT MAKES THINGS SUCK LESS!!! WOOOOO!!!
3. Life sucks. The end.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
I've got such a raging clue right now.
Guh.
Been staying at Mike's 'cause we've been ridesharing to work until he gets paid tonight. Plus I couldn't afford gas to go home what with only having a dollar to my name until Friday. Awesome. But I got an advance on mom's phone bill money, so now I can chill the fuck out.
Couch Tour was cool. Puyallup is NOT. I had to drive down the road to go get some Monsters and a beer for Pepper (HEH) and it seriously took me like 30 minutes to get there and back to the South Hill Mall. The roads are ridiculous and there's WAY too much shit jam-packed into that stupid city. And the other suckage about the day was that I left my phone at Mike's when we left like an IDIOT. Of course, it had died, so I charged it up and found some lovely messages that I'm not even gonna get into here. Sometimes shit just happens, sir.
Not that you ever read this.
I dunno. Something's gotta fucking give or this isn't gonna last much longer. And I don't know if that relieves or terrifies me at this point. I'm very, very confused.
Anyhow. Back to what I was saying. After Puyallup we had to drop Pepper off at USC, which was being held at WaMu Theater. So we were stuck in some sort of game traffic. ON EMPTY. For like an hour and a half. Mike was exhausted and eventually fell asleep, which left me to fend for myself as far as getting onto northbound I-5 went. I was scared shitless, but I made it. And we made it all the way to the AMPM on 4th in Marysville. On empty. My car is fucking amazing.
Today. Gotta go pick up smokes and then pick up Mike around 5-ish. Then... I dunno. I might attempt to get a hold of Terry's ass later and go see him. Hopefully I can get a hold of him before he goes to his class.
I gotta go fight with my hair and then take off. Wooo.
Been staying at Mike's 'cause we've been ridesharing to work until he gets paid tonight. Plus I couldn't afford gas to go home what with only having a dollar to my name until Friday. Awesome. But I got an advance on mom's phone bill money, so now I can chill the fuck out.
Couch Tour was cool. Puyallup is NOT. I had to drive down the road to go get some Monsters and a beer for Pepper (HEH) and it seriously took me like 30 minutes to get there and back to the South Hill Mall. The roads are ridiculous and there's WAY too much shit jam-packed into that stupid city. And the other suckage about the day was that I left my phone at Mike's when we left like an IDIOT. Of course, it had died, so I charged it up and found some lovely messages that I'm not even gonna get into here. Sometimes shit just happens, sir.
Not that you ever read this.
I dunno. Something's gotta fucking give or this isn't gonna last much longer. And I don't know if that relieves or terrifies me at this point. I'm very, very confused.
Anyhow. Back to what I was saying. After Puyallup we had to drop Pepper off at USC, which was being held at WaMu Theater. So we were stuck in some sort of game traffic. ON EMPTY. For like an hour and a half. Mike was exhausted and eventually fell asleep, which left me to fend for myself as far as getting onto northbound I-5 went. I was scared shitless, but I made it. And we made it all the way to the AMPM on 4th in Marysville. On empty. My car is fucking amazing.
Today. Gotta go pick up smokes and then pick up Mike around 5-ish. Then... I dunno. I might attempt to get a hold of Terry's ass later and go see him. Hopefully I can get a hold of him before he goes to his class.
I gotta go fight with my hair and then take off. Wooo.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
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 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.
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