Holy shit, This isn't easy

Greetings people who might actually still read this blog. Been a while, hasn't it? Well I moved to England, I've been here almost 8 months now. I had a job, Don't have it any more (Temp work.) and we're currently looking for a new apartment to rent that is 200£ Cheaper than this one.

And I've quit smoking.

You can imagine the ray of sunshine I've been the last day or so, can't you? But I bit the bullet and slapped a patch on. I've managed to go

0 weeks, 1 day, 14 hours and 20 mins.

Without a cigarette and with out killing anyone. I've been trying to keep busy, but I've run out of Ironing to do, and the dishes are all clean. I suppose I could sit down and watch five seasons of House on DVD. That might get me through the 2 weeks of hell, eh?

I've tried quitting before, but they were half assed attempts and not really trying. The last time I tried patches I actually bought a pack of cigarettes with the patches and just laughed and smoked. That was enjoyable.

This time it's no cigarettes. Just patches. And a lot of verbal abuse thrown at John, who is taking it like a champ. "I just want you to know, I'm very proud of you." Me: "I CAN NOT SMOKE PRIDE, CAN I!?!"

yeah, ray of sunshine.

Yesterday someone told me smoking is bad. I pointing out,

"Yeah, Smoking is bad. But so is Manslaughter. Just sayin'."

And Life continues as normal.

You would think being married would make us a bit more mature and less strange. Turns out, this is not the case.

dumdum: How was the film?
Jen: Shitty as hell
Jen: Like HD is total crap
Jen: I mean the special effects sucked balls
dumdum: yeah I figured they would
dumdum: fuck HD
dumdum: and
dumdum: you had to watch it on such a small substandard tv too
dumdum: and the couch is so far away
Jen: I know :(
Jen: My life is so hard.
dumdum: yeah
Jen: This computer is actually made of coconuts. :/

As much as I miss him, I'm going to miss these moronic conversations as well.

dumdum: this one is made of rasins
Jen: I'd say don't eat it, but you hate raisins.
dumdum: yeah only good for making computers with really
Jen: They're Grapes that just didn't make the cut :(
Jen: Or the wine, rather.
Jen: Or the jelly
Jen: In fact.. I don't think you're ready for this Jelly.
Jen: Sorry 2 say, BB.
Jen: But Keep your hands off the jelly.
Jen: Stick to the preserves, they have chunks of fruit.
Jen: No raisins though.
dumdum: Which ninja injected you with liquid crack while you were away?

Inspiration

I know, I know. I promised I'd talk about the wedding and having my new family here and leading the British around. And I know I was going to talk about life after the fire, and everything thats been going on.. But its.. Its just not what I want to talk about. so HA.

Tonight I watched Julie and Julia. For those of you not familar with the book/movie it's about a woman who wanted to be a writer, gave up half way through and started working in a call center after 9/11. She wanted something more out of life and started blogging. 365 days for all the recipes in Julia Child's cook book, Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

Well she did it, but as I'm watching I'm thinking "I have a brand new cook book. I love writing."
John and I joked when we opened the cook book that we'd cook a recipe each day, trying it out. And that it'd take me over 2 years to finish. And it would, there are about 700 recipes in it. But I figure, why not?

Why not combine the two things I love more than tulle, tiaras and Facebook? Cooking and writing. Add in some picture taking, maybe a video here and there.. and I could actually have the cooking blog I've thought about making for over a year now.

I'll have nothing but free time when I get to England, and plenty of people I can feed if I invite them over. I don't see the problem, and since the wedding, I'm actually super excited about something.

So stay tuned, because soon I'm going to have another blog, and hopefully I'll update it far more than I've been updating this one.

And because you've been so patient I'll throw in a picture of the Groom and I dancing to our first dance.

You're very Welcome.

Aftermath: Thoughts

"When are you moving to England?" Is the question on everyone's mind, including my own. I know, it's a big move. I know it's stressful.. and I know right now its a pain in the ass.

We started doing the visa today but it requested a "Departure date" and a "return date" which is just silly because I won't leave until I know when they will let me, and I plan on not returning. Other than to visit. So right now it's all a pain in the ass.

A lot of people have been asking how married life has been, and to be honest it feels the same as it did when John came to visit. We hang out, watch TV, internet fun, and just spend time together. Which is what we do. Nothing feels differently to me, maybe him because now he's married.. I don't know. To me it feels the same.

Granted I'm fully aware I'm married. But I'm also fully aware that come Sunday night I have to say goodbye yet again, like I always do. And I'm going to have to be strong and hold back my tears and pretend that I'm a seasoned pro at this. You'd think after three years I'd be ok with all of this, but it sucks that I know I'm not going back with him.

It seriously sucks.

Edit: Visa people got back to us Via email and said they can't tell us what to put. Wtf. That makes no sense. This is the biggest pain in the ass ever. :/ would have been easier if I was English. Or he was American.

Fuck us for being the most unconventional couple ever. :(

Done Vs. Didn't

Things that I have done in the last week

• Laundry.
  
• Dishes
• Cooked
• Read
• Watched TV
• Wrote
• Got addicted to more FB games
• Hung out with my Big sister and her family
• Started smoking again
• Talked on the phone
• laughed
• cried
• danced
• Talked a lot about what needed to get done

What I didn't do this week

• Take advice that I didn't agree with
• Be overly social to pretend I'm ok
• Blog (Except for right now)
• Laugh so hard I cried
• Drink
• Visit my father
• Clean my room
• Put clean laundry away
• sort things so my upcoming exportation is easier
• get pregnant (We're all happy, I assure you.)
• Bake a pie
• Finish cleaning my mother's garage
• feel remorse
• be so depressed that I was holed up in my room.
• go running
• quit smoking
• lose weight

So as you can see, I've been enjoying not doing anything. Which is enjoyable but very unproductive. Gained 10 pounds. Either that or my scale is broken. Not sure which, but either way I'm going to bed early tonight for the first night in a week. I've been staying up late because John and I can't talk on the phone (Phone bill = 300) so he's working days and I'm staying up till 5-7am to chat with him online, and maybe a few times on the phone while I have free nights.
It's hard, I miss him so much.

I was supposed to go out there after he got the apartment, but it seems like such a waste of 800 dollars that could and will be put towards sending my stuff there, having fun with my friends, and apparently now paying my massive phone bill. Its not that I didn't want to go, because I did. But in a week or so I'm going to be out of my mind with stress and each passing day is just going to make it worse.

So it's best that I'm here so I can curl up in a ball and freak out on my bed. Yes. Or you know, get stuff done. But there's always tomorrow, right?

I guess It's time to stop putting it off...

Jesus Christ it's been a while, hasn't it? I'd apologize, but I'm not the least bit sorry- I'm upset, but not sorry. Why am I upset? Because writers block, as a whole, is shitty. I have had many things happen in the last few weeks and all I can muster up to write about is lyrics and whatever the fuck else I said on here.

Seriously. Get. Me. Out. Of. My. Head. Plz.

Ok, so whats going on in the life of Jen? I quit my shitty ass job. I hated it. I wanted to quit. It just happened sooner rather than later. Am I sorry? Fuck no. Do I miss it? HELLZ NO.
Why'd I quit? Well other than the obvious, John and I were fighting and I realized that I couldn't do it. I couldn't go to work and pretend to give a shit about anything anyone said to me, so I turned around, called in and made up with John.

Wedding plans are coming along nicely. Few more bits and bobs to take care of, but essentially I'm done. Lets pat me on the back, shall we? I planned a wedding in a little over a month. That alone has to be record breaking.
Shipped Sarah's dress the other day. 140 dollar dress that weighs roughly 5lbs if that... 112 dollars to ship it. And no, it's not overnight. I was flabbergasted. Completely flabbergasted.
So yeah, next two days or so I'm counting dimes to get cigarettes, and not going anywhere because I have no gas or money.

Garage sale this weekend! Well.. Not this weekend, THIS COMING THURSDAY FRIDAY AND SATURDAY. If you know me IRL and you live near me, PLZ COME BUY MY STUFFS K? K.
That is all.

John has put an offer on an apartment. We're waiting to hear back from them. But it is the CUTEST little place, and it's not even that little. And get this.. KITCHEN HAS A WINDOW! I LOVE WINDOWS! IN KITCHENS! YAY!
So fingers crossed on that one, because he really wants the place, and so do I oddly enough. And as soon as he has it, we're hoping for me to fly out there to help pick out a bed, decorate a bit and maybe get some of my shit over because I'm scared to think how much it would be to ship a fucking box of books to England. My guess is a few hundred :(

I hate parting with my belongings, but its a necessary evil, I suppose.

Hmm, Im sure there was more to tell you, but I can't remember it- so we'll say goodnight to this blog post and hopefully tomorrow I'll figure it out/have more to say.

Must suck to have such a shitty life

Due to the influx of awesome and heartfelt comments here at Stale Cigarettes and Flat Diet coke, I've had to make it so comments need to be approved by me.
This isn't because I can't handle a fat comment, or an insult to my intelligence by a lesser human, it's because I'm tired of the nameless asshats doing it. Put a name on it, your real one, and I might change it. Until then your bitchiness gets no air time here.

So it's like 4am and I'm wide awake. I'm half tempted to go for a walk, to go get smokes or breakfast or just some fresh air. But I also know I need to clean and sort through my laundry and get a head start on tomorrow. So much to do, so little time.
At some point I need to get my laundry done, but its so damn hard when Jes is constantly doing hers, you know, with a baby and all.

And as long as I dont run out of navy and Khaki I'm fine with it. And frankly even if I do, I'll wear smelly clothes since I care that little about my job.

John doesn't sleep because he's worried about me and the wedding and everything else that goes on in his brain. I don't sleep because theres so much to do, not only with the wedding, but have you been on youtube lately? They have millions of funny videos to watch! WHO KNEW?! I thought it was just the place to see music videos, like the old MTV. Boy howdy, I was wrong.

So whats up for tomorrow? Lets see, wake up and clean my room incase I have company tomorrow night. Then I have to go to my moms and head to Holiday Inn to sign the contract and give my deposit. Then Off to meet the photographer for coffee @ Starbucks. After that I need to call around and find an officiant. After thats done, Get Laeci, Becky maybe Steve and head to Applebees for dinner. Then back to mine for hilarity then...OFF TO THE FAIR!

God I miss having a social life. Lets hope I can behave like a normal person, and not the Boyd we know I am.
Speaking of Boyd's my brother is trying to find a job, kudos to him. And my father? well he hates his job.
He has so many kind things to say about his granddaughter, but her mother he couldn't care less about. It amazes me. I told him, "She doesn't want us in her life, so be it. She can be selfish and ungrateful and a cunt. We don't need to bother ourselves with it, she made her choice she can explain it to the kid in 17 years. Not us, her."
He agreed. Said it was probably for the best, since Pat's done with her dumb ass, we should be as well. Just a shame the child is missing out on a lot of love due to her mother's own ignorance.

Anywho, I'm going to go for that walk, because it's only 4am and everyone knows all the rapists and murders go to bed at 3am!

John

This is how wonderful he is, he's going to fly across the world so he can be here for me on Saturday. Doesn't he just reek of awesome? I think so.
I'm dreading Saturday. I'm also dreading going back to work- which I have to call and request extra time off still.
Feck. I have so much to do, and I dont want to do any of it.

Uttering words

And with a single sentence, I saved my future marriage.

"I'm moving to England."

Deleting Friends...Fixing relationships?

My life has gotten so laughable that even I'm not sure what to do anymore. So thats two friends gone in a short span, sorry Emily, John may get jealous of you soon and I'll have to delete you as well. It'll be a lot harder to delete you from real life, so I'll just kill ya, k?

Fuckin hell man. Why don't I do stand up? Seriously, I have an arsenal of retardedness to share with the world.

The last week

I suppose I should catch everyone up on my week of John time, eh?
We'll start with Wednesday. It was a long day, but a good one at the same time. It all started with a magical trip to starbucks to pick up coffee before heading out to see my dad in Skoakie. It was a beautiful day outside, 50 something degrees and sunny. Lovely spring weather. Few degrees more and It would have been perfect.

We stopped at my dads house so I could pee and prepare him for the fun that awaited him. See, John promised me that I could have a shopping day. The boy foolishly handed me his credit card and said to have fun. HAHAHA. Moron.
So we went to Old Orchard mall, which is a block away from my dad's house. At lord and Taylor I was accosted by this small woman who had a heavy accent that I still can't place. It turns out Dior has come out with a new foundation! And would I like to try it.

Well I am a big fan of free things, so I agreed quickly. I sent the boys to starbucks hoping they would remember my coffee order, and yet when they didn't I wasn't surprised. This woman used 20 things on my face and in the end I was pretty, but I was ready to get out of that chair. She tried to sell me everything under the sun but I only purchased the face cream, which I will use, and the lipgloss because I love lipgloss. Why did I do this? Because I wanted a free gift with my purchase! I ended up getting a lipgloss/lipstick thing that I really like.

After that we headed outside to walk the perimeter of the store, slowly stopping in at places and looking at things and trying them on.
Some of the highlights of the trip included:
1.) Calling Emily for fashion advice from the fitting room at some store.
2.) Getting stuck in a dress at the gap.
3.) Getting Chocolate truffles from Ethels and me just realizing now John never finished his.. *Runs to living room to eat*
4.) My Dad and John bonding over how much they hate shopping.
5.) Scaring not only John but my father as I wandered through Tiffanys with a credit card in hand.

After we finished shopping we headed to my Dad's to meet with Candy, the neighbor who is a really nice lady. We sat and talked for a while before being rescued by Barb to go eat dinner. Which I must say was flippin' delicious. California Pizza kitchen is the bomb. No doubt.

After stuffing ourselves on Wild Mushroom and Carribean Jerk Chicken Pizza we headed to Dad's to lounge on the couch watching TV before I realized I was so tired I wanted to go home. We said our goodbyes and quickly made it out the door. I had plans to stop at Starbucks, but unfortunatly I had so much Pizza my stomach was begging me to fart and not put any more food inside of me.

And for Photographic evidence of insanity, here is my Father. Who I had to fight with to get his picture. He's a very defensive driver, and scares the shit out of me when he brakes. (Really hard. Sudden. Freakishly horrible.) I conviced him I wanted the cops to have photographic evidence of the man who killed me. He enjoys tormenting me, but truth be told I am his favorite.

Tuesday

We woke up early to a lovely spring day outside and headed to Emily's house to pick her up before hitting the Starbucks for coffee, because lets be honest, I'm just not human until I've had some caffine.

After the Starbucks we got to Color me Mine, and for those of you who are unaware what that is, it's a place where you buy peices of unfinished pottery and then spend the afternoon painting them. It's so unbelievably relaxing that I think it's going to be my new therapy.

We all selected our pieces and sat down to some serious business. Which is what this is, serious business.
All in all we had a kick ass time, I painted two mugs while John painted one. Emily painted a mug and a picture frame. It costs a bit of money, but I think it was well worth it for a relaxing two hours of fun, and the massive mess we made but didn't have to clean up.



After we finished we realized we were all hungry as hell, so we headed to the diner Three brothers for some lunch. John and I split a sandwich that came with soup. It was very delicious, no doubt.

We dropped Emily off and headed home for the rest of the afternoon, playing Ravenhurt Manor until we were too tired to move. We passed out and said goodbye to yet another day.

Wednesday will be updated later, because John is now done sorting my laundry and is fully prepared to head off to my mom's.

My Week thus far

Howdy readers! I know I've been a bit lax in the updates lately, but when I get home from my long days I don't really feel like writing anything. Plus this Cold I woke up with on Monday is literally trying to kill me. But have no fear, for I am armed with Dayquill and nightquill. So all will be ok.

Where should I start? I suppose Monday is good.
Monday: I woke up around 7:30am since I went to bed early the night before. I Picked up my room a bit and showered. Grabbing my purse I headed to my Mom's house where I hung out for a bit chatting before stealing not only her I-Pass, but her cell phone as well seeing as I forgot mine. (Ooops.)
Headed to Ohare to pick up the English and it started to rain. Not like, drizzle rain, but downpour. Try driving in that while going 60 on I-90. It's not easy and by the time I got to Ohare I needed to punch something in the face. But alas, I didn't.

I sat around, waiting for John until finally I saw him on the opposite side of the terminal, looking at his phone and being generally confused. I went and got him and off we went. In the rain.
(Rain sucks.)

On the way back we stopped at Walmart to shop for Groceries, knowing we shouldn't spend any money. Well we walked out with a new 19'' flat screen TV for my bedroom, a New Dell HP Desktop and a few other goodies. Seriously, we need to stop spending money. We're so dumb. lol.

We stopped at my Mom's house yet again to drop off the I-pass and the cell phone and also to pick up my boxes of books. We get back to the apartment and start cleaning and putting my books away. After the books were sorted we brought in the TV quickly setting that up. I grinned happily as he lugged in the giant computer box and we quickly got it assembled and running.

It's beautiful. Seriously. I would marry my desktop computer if I didn't have John.

The rest of the day was spent playing the sims and other various games, downloading this and that and then we heard the fight.
Joey was yelling at Jes for some reason, and he left leaving her crying. She didn't want to talk about it so John and I went for a ride to get a power strip, cigarettes and just give her some time to herself. We invited her out to dinner but she declined, so we ended up at the Applebees where we had yummy food and a few drinks.
It was good, and then we came home and he went to bed, where as I was wide awake, so I played the sims some more.

Thats Monday for you, when we get back from my Mom's tonight I will update you all on Tuesday and the rest of the week. Have a good day!

Sweet Pampering

Knowing that I have finished two out of my six day work week, I prepared myself for the remaining four days by indulging in a bubble bath that smelt like vanilla cupcakes.
After about 40 minutes of soaking and singing Cher songs at the top of my lungs, I showered and am now sitting in my warm room about to enjoy a cigarette before I get dressed and blow dry my hair.

John is here on the 13th, shame he's going to miss Jesus. (HIDE THE EGGS!) But I have some how managed to get five days off that week by begging and pleading with people I work with. Success is mine.

So while he is here we will plan the wedding, eat home cooked goodies and enjoy our time together while I Slaughter him at video games, drinking games and quite possibly even sex games.

I can not wait.

Wasting time

I have been up far to long already today and its only going to continue to drag on. Thank god John introduced me to "Stumble" a click and I'm transported to a whole new site with new and different things to look at. I'm excited and its helping me stay distracted from the emptiness of this bedroom.

Fastforward and rewind: A week in Review

Hello faithful readers, sorry I have neglected you but John was here and I had to work. So every other minute was filled with kissy face and being sickly cute.
But lets start this bitch off right, shall we?

Monday night, I slaved away in the kitchen preparing a lasanga of kings before passing out from being up at 5am. Tuesday I had to work so I got up and John made me coffee and brought me a bowl of cereal, which was sweet of him.
Work was work, nothing stood out in my mind other than the fact that I was told that my pants were not "Dress code appropriate." which I was waiting for, and told them so.
Since you know, they were spattered with blue ink everywhere and torn and ragged at the bottoms.

Then John and I had a nice romantic evening at the laundry mat where we did all of my washing, and dried it for about 30 bucks. Had a dinner of pizza and calzones to the sounds of the rinse cycle. This is stuff love is made of, you know. (Correction: We did this Sunday Night. Sunday, not Tuesday.)

We headed back and put my laundry away, both of us dead tired but wanting to get it done. My closet is neater and he has space for his clothes now. Which is good.

Tuesday he baked a cake while I was at work. Bit crisp on top, but with enough icing you couldn't tell and it was delicious. Yes.

Wednesday I had the day off and we spent it driving to my dads house and eating. My brother, who had 2 weeks notice if not more, bailed on us and offered no real reason why. My father and I our writing him off completely. If he can't be bothered to care, then neither can we. that is all.

Dinner was delicious but then it started to snow. Bad snow too. Took us two hours to drive home when it normally takes about an hour. We stopped at a gas station and I wandered around for 20 minutes because I was frazzled and didn't want to get back in the car. I don't like almost dying, and I don't like it when I have to focus so intently on not doing so.

Thursday we did a lot of stuff, one of them being sitting around. But I honestly cant remember what. This is why I should blog on a daily basis. Seriously.
Friday and Saturday I worked, but Saturday I came home after teaching John to cook chicken over the phone and continued making dinner.

We ate and then played some guitar hero and had an entire bottle of vodka. I thought the boy was going to die. Which I will blog about later in detail because its funny as hell...

Sunday he recovered from his hangover and I slept more. We drove to Noodles and Co for lunch before meeting with the realtor about houses. Turns out theres about 88 listings for three bedroom, basement and garage. Some of them are really nice, and all of them are under the price we're looking for. I was shocked and super excited. We headed to my parents house to talk to them and ended up staying an hour.
We went back to the apartment to lounge about and clean and pack. And then we picked up Emily and left.

That is all for now, its the day after and John just logged on the internets which means I should pay attention to him. Or you know, play the sims.

The rest of the recap! Horrah!

Sorry, I was going to do it last night but since it snowed here the drive home took me two hours instead of one. I was tired as fuck afterwards, but as promised I have an update for you with kitties! Horrah!

So Sunday I worked, I'm not sure how long or what I did exactly but I know I worked. I recall it not being that much fun to start with. But it got better, like when I got to go home.

Saturday we woke up at the ass crack of dawn to drive to my sisters house. Alex had his annual doctors checkup and I got the pleasure of babysitting Miss. Emily which was a riot. You know, with my two hour nap and all.

We started off the day by watching Madagascar 2. Emily was not awake yet and as you can see in the picture thrilled to bits for me to be there. "Mother, I will scream at you a thousand times for this torture!" is the caption I have given this picture. Poor girl was quite the sport at 7am.

So Madagascar was finished and Emily wanted to play dress up. John for some horrible reason (I think he hates children, to be honest) REFUSED THIS ADORABLE LITTLE GIRL!!!!

How dare he not put on a tiara and prance around having tea parties! Come now! He's excellent at them, he is British!

Emily decided that princesses do not wear pull ups and promptly sat down to change. This picture was just too cute not to share with the world. LOL.

I suggested that instead of me playing princess (Really enjoying sitting at 8am) I would be the photo person and she could have a fashion shoot. She loved the idea and started to pose.

Only problem with that is sometimes even princesses get distracted by whats on the TV....

Emily then realized she had no crown or tiara on and ran upstairs. We heard her talking to something/Someone and I called up to her, "OH! I'm Playing up here!" she yelled back. Adorable really. And then she graced us all with the entrance to end all entrances. I should take some pointers from her, honestly. She has this happy princess thing down pat.
We played princess for another half an hour or so, until she grew bored of it and then decided she had had enough.

She took off the dress and the tiara and came to sit on the couch with me. I was not done taking pictures though. She went with the "Ignore her and maybe she will go away" tactic. And boy howdy it worked. When she did not pay attention to me, I put the camera away. Smart girl, this one. She's also sitting behind my legs because I think she was cold. The poor girl. Life of a princess is very hard.
After we left my sisters house we headed off to do somethings. All of which I can't remember. I think it involved shopping for the ingredients to make lasagna and also to the pet place to see the...KITTIES!

And because John is sitting behind me and very hungry, I'm going to upload the pictures of the cats and call it a day.
The lone cat is Betsy, the one I want to adopt and bring home with me. The second one... Well its Kitty Heaven of course!

My Colon is trying to kill me...

...After this it should be a semicolon.

*Ba Dam Cha!* Grammar humor mixed with potty humor is the best. So things have happened in my life. Good things, for the most part. John got in on Saturday and we spent the afternoon doing something that I can't remember. Then we headed to my sisters house to pick her and her friends up. After dropping them off John and I headed off in the pimp Minivan (That I now wish to own) and picked up Emily.

We drove to McHenry to eat at Green Pea-pod, a Thai restaurant, but they were far too busy, it being valentines day and all. So we changed plans and went to the Chinese buffet instead.
May I just take a moment to tell you all how in High school Brittani and I would go to the buffet at least once a week? There is a love between buffets and me, instilled since I was a small child.

So John, Emily and myself over indulged in the deliciousness of mediocre Chinese food before piling back into the mini van to drop Miss. Emily off. All the while I am trying to figure out how to make the damn DVD play so Emily can watch WALL-E in the back.

We head back to the apartment, sans Emily with about 3 hours to kill. We were both tired as hell. Me because I stayed awake until three AM and him because he had worked 12 hours and then got on a flight to America.

My sister called right as we were about to leave asking if 11pm was too late. I informed her no, even though we were both dead tired. I know she doesn't get to do this all that much, being a mom and all. So I wanted her to live it up. Plus after a vacation and seeing her mother in law who I'm sure she adores greatly...She probably needed a drink or six.

John and I pull past the bar they were at and I kept going because I was going to circle the block. All of the sudden I hear shrieking behind me, "Wait! Stop! TAXI!!!" and I hit the brakes and start laughing. Three middle aged (Sorry.) women chasing after the mini van waving carnations around in the air.
It was a sight to behold I must say.

They got in the car and they were a riot. Cougar talk, talk of children and laughter. Turns out they ran out on the check, which I find hilarious. Shitty service = No pay, dammit. So I condone their behavior.
After we dropped them off John and I headed home ready for sleep. Poor boy was dying of exhaustion and I was near that point.

And that's all for right now. You get Saturday. When I get back from my dads I will tell you about Sunday and Monday, with pictures included!

I hate mornings.

Theres a strange Englishman sitting on my bed insisting I don't hate mornings. I do. If I wasnt so lazy I would turn on my cam and show the world how not awake I am.

Oh, speaking of Englishman, JOHN IS HERE. Which means updating wont really be happening since he hates the computer when he is here. Little does he know that I will be sitting here for the majority of his time... Maybe. Bwahahaha.

victory, how sweet you are.

More importantly, who let these hoes in my room?

WPM Test

I'm working on my resume and out of curiosity wanted to see how fast I type. I found a site and did a few tests. I managed 71 WPM with no mistakes and 81 WPM with 2 mistakes.

John just took the test and managed 37 WPM with 8 mistakes. I'm sitting over here giggling at him and his slowness. I wish I could find a test where I typed what was on my mind for five minutes only to see what came out. Easier for me to type straight from my brain instead of reading and trying to figure out what the hell it means. (An expert from LOTR was my third and final test.)

Try it out and comment with your results, I'm so curious!