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Shift that high-speed brain of yours down a few gears. It's time to plod and ponder.

Sounds about right, if you ask me. I know I owe another update and I will get to it tomorrow. But first I need to read a bit and then pass out for the night. I have major laundry to do tomorrow or at least some general room cleaning. But tomorrow night I plan on making Emily and her Mom (Not you Big J, sorry.) Eggplant Parmesan because thats just how we roll around here.

I've had a great couple of days. And I haven't been this happy in a long time.

This is why I never leave my room

Best Almost Birthday EVER.

I've been sitting here for like 20 minutes wondering how to put such amazing fun in words, but we're going to give it a shot. Yesterday was my "Birthday Celebration" with Emily since I will be gone for my actual birthday. We had a fucking RIOT.

She came over and I made us both french toast, which was delicious. While I waited for my camera battery to charge she did the dishes out of boredom. After we were ready to go we headed to the Police station to take a picture of the horse, that proves we aren't crazy. After that it was a quick trip to Jo-Anne's to get all of the shit out of my car.

With that done we were off to my Mom's house to play in the park and eat delicious rubens. Mmm. so we drag my little sister Hope along with us, because we've been discussing the need for a Lackey for days now, and finally an opportunity knocked and we took that bitch! My sister proceeded to film and take pictures of us acting like complete morons. Because thats how we roll, down hills, in woods, in wood-chips.. We like rollin k?

We headed back to my moms to eat and help Van with his Math, gave up and left.
Got back here to the apartment and while Emily napped for two hours, I uploaded the pictures and movies. Heh. She woke up, freaked out and left.
Went to pick her up after I had packed all my laundry into bags, then headed to Walmart to get booze.
The lines were too long and there was a girl there wearing, and I wish I was making this up, a pair of Beige boy shorts, a jacket and snow boots. I wish I had my camera because it was just fucking funny.

We gave up on Walmart and went to Jewel where we got the small bottle of Jager. We then went and started my laundry. We snuck off to the bathroom, doing shots and passing the can of redbull around. We were drunk, kicking the door and moaning so they would think we were lesbians instead of two girls getting drunk in a bathroom.

Well the Jager ran out, so we trekked to the Gas station, singing dear prudence, which should have been a sign that we probably didn't need more. They appreciated the singing, but informed us there was no jager. We were sad, so we went back to jewel. lol. Singing to people in a gas station, we're nuts.

So more jager acquired and laundry now in dryers I went to the bathroom and leaned out calling, "Come to me Lova" And emily giggling as she stumbled over. We nearly killed the large bottle of Jager. It got to the point where we were having a conversation. If I was talking, she'd take a sip and then hand me the bottle and then it was her time to talk.

We ended up sitting on the bench passing the bottle back and forth like hobos.
Now, I designated myself as the "Correct door Pointer outer" so I told this guy and he said thanks, and before we left he gave us a candy bar. We don't understand it.

So all in all, it was a fucking brilliant night. And I can't wait to do it again, because that shit was tons of fun!

I was the only one applying who spoke english..

Yesterday I went to the visa office. The drive there was fine. We waited a few minutes to verify that my name was Jennifer Sue, not just Jennifer. Then I sat for two minutes before they called me back to take my fingerprints. That is what took the longest, but once it was done, we left.

Now I just have to send in all my information and wait for them to call me, or whatever the fuck goes on with these things.

Dinner at my moms was good. I had a fun time. Then I finally came home to sleep forever and a day, but I think I deserved it considering I was up for a day and a half. :p

Today is laundry day along with "Get your taxes filed!" it's so exciting I could dance! *Does the Humpty Hump...*

Warning: Items in blog may appear angrier than they actually are.

Due to the fact that I had to be up at 7am today, I think I'm allowed to be pissed off.

Let me explain! Yesterday I worked 7 hours, getting home at the lovely time of 10:45PM. Knowing that I had to be at work at 9:30AM I quickly devised a plan to drink some beer and go to sleep.
Well, I wanted to get something to eat before bed, but could not seeing as Jessica had decided to make fried chicken at 11PM that night.

And then, three beers later I had had enough. I was going to go to bed and it was roughly 1AM. So I crawl in bed, ready to blissfully pass out from my long day at Walmart and I jump because this horrible thumping noise.
Turns out Jessica not only thinks 11PM is a good time for fried chicken but 1AM is an even better time for laundry.

Add in the fact that those two would not shut up with the arguing and talking, I didn't get to sleep until 2am.
But I assure you that I was sorely tempted to go and say something to them until I realized I didn't want to deal with it so I rolled over and hid my head hoping for the best.

So five hours of sleep in me and I'm just really glad to have some coffee. I was so cold this morning. I woke up, turned on the coffee, lit a cigarette and went to shower.
The first 10 minutes of my shower was me standing in the hot water smoking.
Classy ain't it?

I don't want to go to work. I had some lady yesterday yell at me. I didn't fold her clothes right. "I took the time to fold them and you're just shoving them in there."
Well Ma'am to be fair, you should wash them before you wear them. And I only folded it in half again so it would fit.
She then ripped the bag off the spinny thing and slammed it down, "We're going to do this MY WAY since I'm the one paying." At that point all I could do was smile at her and be irritatingly cheerful.
But I got my revenge. When she paid with her credit card I asked for a photo ID and her card to verify it was her. She was not pleased with this choice. I then smiled, thanked her by name and told her to have "A fantastic Afternoon, and thank you for shopping at Walmart"

I lol'd all the way up to the front of the store where I promptly told everyone I could about crazy folding lady.

Note to those who will someday shop at walmart. Please try not to care if your clothing is folded. We have tiny ass bags and most clothes do not fit in them unless they are shoved or folded smaller. So do not whine about it, accept it and move the fuck on.

Or, "We're going to do it MY WAY because I'm paying."
LOLOL. THANKS STEPHANIE D. YOU MEKS MI LAFF!

I'm going to kill her.

For the last few weeks I have been listening to Jes bitch and moan about how it takes three turns in the dryer for anything to be completely dry. I have yet to do laundry, but each time my response is "Call the office and have them fix it." and yet she still bitches.

I finally asked Joey about it last night, and he said "Oh she said they're closed on Saturdays." Why would maintenance be closed on a Saturday? Things break on saturday, important things none the less...

And since they are def. closed today I'm not exactly sure whats going to happen with my work clothes that need to be washed, or the fact that I have no socks left. But its ok, because monday before work I can slave over laundry before going to work 8 hours just to get home and have all the clothes that were in the dryer on the floor in my room. I'm totally looking forward to it.

Side Note: She can't get online to see the office hours but she can organize the kitchen and move all my shit around in there? Makes perfect sense now. You're on bed rest, get your ass back in bed or get to fucking work.