Saturday Night: The Promised Land

nights like this have become normal, last year they would have astounded me. started saturday night by rescuing matt from his car, then drank a shitton of margaritas and beast, reconnected with some old friends, and took a 2:30 am trip to the promised land of 1213 w clay.

it's been almost a year, i'm counting the days. its never really over.

Goin to Carolina in my mind

Last night was fun, the roomies and I rolled up to the camel a little past 11, dirty danced for a half-hour, decided we werent drunk enough and left to go back to the crib, downed some drinks, went back, danced and tuckered out around 1.. I think the walk did us in.



T-minus 4hours until my piece of shit car is supposed to make it to north carolina :]

"Been at all time highs and all time lows, sometimes barely maintain it"

It's over, sweetie. You were one of my best friends, I trusted you with everything. I trusted you to drive me home after a night of drinking, I listened to you on the phone for hours when you and Cam broke up, we spent most of the last summer hanging. Now, you can trust me to put you in jail. I hope you get your fucking life together, and figure out who really means anything to you, now that you've lost all of our mutual friends over this. If I can't put you in jail, theres gonna be no end to the destruction I will unleash. You should have thought about this, maybe all the coke has gone to your brain, maybe you've just finally gone off the deep end. But this time, you've messed with the wrong teenage girls.


On a completely different note, we had our second party this weekend. It was excellent- kind of reminiscent of a high school party, with way more alcohol and way crazier people. I found out some people are a hell of a lot of fun when before I thought they were bitches- aka job well done, self and housemates. Next weekends gonna be OFF THE CHAIN [lol kyle], it's kyles birthday! and some friends are leaving for the mil so they need a send off.


Other events:
Smoking with kyle for the first time in a long time, very enlightening. "Dude, Katey, this is the first time we've smoked in foreverrrr"
"Yeah, except for when Bianca falls asleep"
"So basically everytime we just smoke together"

Drinking with the neighbors- first tequila drink, very excellent.

It feels so good

to use my brain.

Saturday Night

was nuts. props to all who came out and partied with us, lets make it bigger and even better next weekend- all are welcome.

I think I probably embarrassed the fuck out of myself, but it's all in good fun. Woke up Sunday, threw up some, had 8th grade date at mcdonalds, then ate the day away.



I kind of dig this.

I don't know what you do, but I do things.

In my neverending attempts to get my life together, i'm going to start posting the accomplishments I make every day [that i remember to post], so that no day is wasted.



Today:
-Got jesus thrift to deliver
-signed up for driving school
-got bianca her 100
-did my test
-had a needed conversation with an old friend

Soon:
-taxes
-fafsa
-drop out office
-JOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB

Less Depressing

To lighten up this piece of shit blog a bit, look at the ridiculously gay and cute dog my mom is spending 200 dollars on:

Homeless, Jobless, Times Is Hard

Thanks to Ukrops, I am now almost completely jobless. Hear this:


Yesterday I heard some worrisome news. On separate occasions, Norby and Van each told me that they would be working salad place next week. I don't think much of this immediately, assuming that someone is on vacation next week, but that makes little sense as both of the salad ladies have already taken vac time. As the night reaches about 7, I am flipping a shit. I'm sick to my stomach, and everyone is acting weird around me. I go out on break, and I come back determined to confront the AM about whats going on.


I ask for a minute with her, and she gives me a look. The 'oh shit, dont talk to me' look. I ask her whats going on with salad place, and she responds "in what way?" AS IF SHE DIDN'T KNOW. The answer that I got was that I was being forced back into the front end, which already has no hours because of other kitchen people being moved, because another FT person needed out of kitchen. They're also trying to make me work saturdays in order to keep my job at all, FTW now I don't have a second job.

SO if I hadn't of even dared to ask, I wouldn't have known at all that I was getting removed from my job. What the FUCK are they thinking?

To Do List:
complete driving school so i don't lose my license
complete english work so i don't fail out
complete all other schoolwork
find job
apply for food stamps/medicaid


FTW FTW FTW

New Post Style

I've been completely slacking on my updates here, but lots of crazy stuff has happened so expect more updates soon. Right now I am in limbo in every area of my life, no real answers.


My manager took off all weekend to 'give his girlfriend moral support' while her car is broken. Make me the new manager, NBTY.


Forgot how much I missed going out to shows.

Current goals: New job, paying off car, figuring out what I have to drop.

Been thinking a lot about NTC and it's origins and going back.

It's 80 degrees, can't be cooped up forever.