So after a long day that seemed to drag on forever I bought a box of Red wine and a bottle from the store on the way home.
So I've had a few. but it's delicious!
I can't find my passport. I cleaned out my car, searched everywhere...well nearly everywhere, that I thought it would be in this room. I can not find it. This fucking BLOWS BALLS.
Seriously, like I know I have it. My mom is going to call me and I'm going to make her check high and low for it. Because I can not find it. If it is not in my car, I don't have a fucking clue.
This is distressing.
More distressing than the fact that I've had a whole bottle of delicious wine tonight.
Mmmm Wine.
(Well it is friday!)
3/06/2009
Blah. Work.
I know I haven't updated with anything interesting in a day or so, but thats because other than work nothing super interesting has happened.
I filled out the Visa paperwork so I can go to England this summer. I still have to find my passport which is somewhere, but I'm not sure where. When I get home tonight it's my job to find it. And I have too, because I need it by tuesday which is the day I go to meet with the guys about the visa thing in Chicago.
Horrah.
And now, I'm off to work.
I filled out the Visa paperwork so I can go to England this summer. I still have to find my passport which is somewhere, but I'm not sure where. When I get home tonight it's my job to find it. And I have too, because I need it by tuesday which is the day I go to meet with the guys about the visa thing in Chicago.
Horrah.
And now, I'm off to work.
3/04/2009
Money
When I left work Sunday afternoon I picked up three packs of smokes. One for each day off. I was determined not to spend any money on my days off, knowing I didn't need too.
Well with 300 and something for the car rental, almost 200 for the car repairs, and the 180 for the comcast bill, I guess I was mistaken on that spending money thing.
Not only did I pay all of the rent this month, but I'm the only one paying the comcast bill.
Long story short, this shit needs to stop. I can't afford it anymore. I really cant. I am two seconds away from canceling the cable because I can't afford it. I'd keep the internet, but I'd cancel the cable.
I don't watch TV. Let them pay for that shit.
Well with 300 and something for the car rental, almost 200 for the car repairs, and the 180 for the comcast bill, I guess I was mistaken on that spending money thing.
Not only did I pay all of the rent this month, but I'm the only one paying the comcast bill.
Long story short, this shit needs to stop. I can't afford it anymore. I really cant. I am two seconds away from canceling the cable because I can't afford it. I'd keep the internet, but I'd cancel the cable.
I don't watch TV. Let them pay for that shit.
3/03/2009
Welcome to Miami!
I had a dream.
I find myself in Miami, my family has relocated there. My mother has a sprawling mansion, where my sibling gets her own mini suite with bathrooms galore. She can paint it and decorate how she wants. I get the shitty single room and have to share bathrooms with someone. Never knew who.
I want the Suite under the house. That opens up right on curvy pathway up to the front door. It was apparently the old suite Chris brown used to stay in. I argue with my mother and pout to my father in his own house. Turns out I get it, although I never heard "Its yours." just my mother going, "You're getting good at manipulating him."
I'm in a hotel. One of the upper floors overlooking the ocean. A tidal wave crashes, but its coming at us from both sides. Paris Hilton is there. I wrap an arm around her and someone else. We go under and we float. We drift, I think we're going to die and yet at this point the panic is gone and I'm just holding on to Paris Hilton.
We emerge. We're all dry. We're underground and trapped. Think Dawn of the dead and any other zombie movie where everyone healthy is trapped somewhere and the dead are off elsewhere.
We realize what has happened. It was a tidal wave, but this group of survivors is trapped. Underground. It is in a hotel. But the hotel is cut off from all outside sources minus Walkie talkies that appeared for no reason.
Sasha, the founder of Evil Beet, is there. I apparently now work for her. She joins me. We suck on q-tips with "Blood" but its the antidote so we don't get sick. We breathe into a machine, I am sick when I breathe through my nose. Not sick when through my mouth.
I and one other girl are infected. I protested. Why was one passage of air infected but the other not? I started breathing through my mouth. And then I was given a mask.
Fast forward to another room. They wonder how long it will take for us to lose control and become like them. Someone asks what we were going to do when we get out. The other girl chooses optimism. Talking about something.
I choose another tactic. "Well I was going to get married. Had my dress and everything. I guess it'll be the skinniest I've ever been and they'll still make me the center of attention." I clearly didn't want to die.
Fast forward to the night, we're getting ready for bed. Merry, a lady who I work with is there. (real name Merry, born on Xmas Eve.) Turns out she is the other one dying with me. (In Real life she's a survivor of Breast Cancer.) Her husband is there. He's from liverpool. She's tucked into bed with her blue flannel sheets, the ones with bright white snowflakes on them. They match her pjs.
I sit talking to her husband. I leave and go to the room I am sharing with Sasha. She hears that the monsters are moving towards us and we gather our things and start warning people.
For some reason Paris Hilton never appeared in the dream again. But Sasha and I set out to do something. The walkie went all nuts and we couldn't get it to go quiet. We were terrified the Monsters were coming. She told me to take Evil Beet and be the head writer. (Sorry Wendie, I am now your boss it appears in Miami.)
She sacrifices herself, and the monsters find us. We're now in a parking structure and the Undead have cars. Really nice cars.
I jump around from car to car, apparently I become Nastia from the Olympics. (Its like 11pm I just woke up. My spelling and names are probably wrong. I'm sorry.)
And then some voices are shouting, "Get out of the way!" And they're chanting. And chanting. And then some of the survivors start crashing the cars and throwing them around. I wake up to this thought, "Fucking Transformers!"
I find myself in Miami, my family has relocated there. My mother has a sprawling mansion, where my sibling gets her own mini suite with bathrooms galore. She can paint it and decorate how she wants. I get the shitty single room and have to share bathrooms with someone. Never knew who.
I want the Suite under the house. That opens up right on curvy pathway up to the front door. It was apparently the old suite Chris brown used to stay in. I argue with my mother and pout to my father in his own house. Turns out I get it, although I never heard "Its yours." just my mother going, "You're getting good at manipulating him."
I'm in a hotel. One of the upper floors overlooking the ocean. A tidal wave crashes, but its coming at us from both sides. Paris Hilton is there. I wrap an arm around her and someone else. We go under and we float. We drift, I think we're going to die and yet at this point the panic is gone and I'm just holding on to Paris Hilton.
We emerge. We're all dry. We're underground and trapped. Think Dawn of the dead and any other zombie movie where everyone healthy is trapped somewhere and the dead are off elsewhere.
We realize what has happened. It was a tidal wave, but this group of survivors is trapped. Underground. It is in a hotel. But the hotel is cut off from all outside sources minus Walkie talkies that appeared for no reason.
Sasha, the founder of Evil Beet, is there. I apparently now work for her. She joins me. We suck on q-tips with "Blood" but its the antidote so we don't get sick. We breathe into a machine, I am sick when I breathe through my nose. Not sick when through my mouth.
I and one other girl are infected. I protested. Why was one passage of air infected but the other not? I started breathing through my mouth. And then I was given a mask.
Fast forward to another room. They wonder how long it will take for us to lose control and become like them. Someone asks what we were going to do when we get out. The other girl chooses optimism. Talking about something.
I choose another tactic. "Well I was going to get married. Had my dress and everything. I guess it'll be the skinniest I've ever been and they'll still make me the center of attention." I clearly didn't want to die.
Fast forward to the night, we're getting ready for bed. Merry, a lady who I work with is there. (real name Merry, born on Xmas Eve.) Turns out she is the other one dying with me. (In Real life she's a survivor of Breast Cancer.) Her husband is there. He's from liverpool. She's tucked into bed with her blue flannel sheets, the ones with bright white snowflakes on them. They match her pjs.
I sit talking to her husband. I leave and go to the room I am sharing with Sasha. She hears that the monsters are moving towards us and we gather our things and start warning people.
For some reason Paris Hilton never appeared in the dream again. But Sasha and I set out to do something. The walkie went all nuts and we couldn't get it to go quiet. We were terrified the Monsters were coming. She told me to take Evil Beet and be the head writer. (Sorry Wendie, I am now your boss it appears in Miami.)
She sacrifices herself, and the monsters find us. We're now in a parking structure and the Undead have cars. Really nice cars.
I jump around from car to car, apparently I become Nastia from the Olympics. (Its like 11pm I just woke up. My spelling and names are probably wrong. I'm sorry.)
And then some voices are shouting, "Get out of the way!" And they're chanting. And chanting. And then some of the survivors start crashing the cars and throwing them around. I wake up to this thought, "Fucking Transformers!"
Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday
Its been a few days since I've updated. I'm sorry, but I've actually been busy. And yesterday I just didn't feel like writing. So be ready for a blog of epic proportions!
I woke up Friday at 6:15. I knew I was going to be late for work, I had to be there at 7am. So with out any coffee in me I make it downstairs to start my car and let it heat up a bit before I race off towards walmart.
Small problem though. The key to my car is not working. Oh no. John is on the phone. I'm pissed off. Theres no way for me to get in my car. I'm livid. I'm screaming.
I shake my hand to get my coat sleeve over it because I'm freezing and my engagement ring flies off of it. I can hear it bounce in the parking. I'm freaking out more.
Picture me, half asleep, on the phone and down on her knees peering under cars for this ring. I was not a happy girl. I finally find it, it was not in the area I thought it was, which was upsetting. But I found it undamaged.
I manage to pull my rear back door open, the one that never locks, and climb into my car from there. I start the car and realize, "Oh shit, the windshield is frozen over." but instead of climbing out and scraping it? I just sat there. I called work to tell them I was not going to be on time, but no one answered.
I called again when I got to the gas station to crawl out and get deicer, but they didn't answer again. The deicer? Didn't work. My car door was fucked.
So I get to work, crawling out via the back seat. I have people staring at me now. But I suck it up and deal with it.
The day goes on, it wasn't horrible. Wasn't star stunningly brilliant either, but thats life.
I ended up being 40 minutes late. But no one said a word to me. not one person.
I was impressed.
On the way home, after my manager saw me crawl into my car from the opposite side and drive off. I Call my mom and she told me to go get it fixed. Always one to pretend to take my mothers advice I thought I would switch it up this time and actually take it.
This is the exchange that happened at the dealer.
"So who can I help?" the man says.
"Oh! Me! Pick me!" I squeal.
"Yes?" He said
"My car is broken!" I announce like I won something for this.
I then proceeded to rattle off about 50 things wrong with it that I want them to fix. But I Forgot to tell them to fix the very cracked back bumper. I am stupid.
So I am now stranded at the chevy place, with my giant pink purse, a cell phone and a mop. Yes, I had a mop with me. I called enterprise because they do "Under 25 car rentals." and basically verbally sucked "Luke's" dick to get this car.
"Ok, do you have a major Credit card?" "Nope. I have a debit!" "Do you have a paycheck stub and a copy of your utility bill?" "Nope! I have my lease though! And a mop." "Yea, we don't borrow cars to people with out.." "Oh come on Luke, you're breaking my heart. YOu sound like a nice guy, do you really want me stranded here for hours on end while I wait for someone to come get me? What if they never get me, huh luke? I can't sleep here. I have to go home and sleep. Please luke.."
Needless to say, I got the car. I got home and I just passed out. I was so tired. Woke up the next day at 6am. I didn't have to be at work till 8. Thankfully, I was on time.
Sunday was the longest day of my life. LONGEST OF MY LIFE. See, Saturday night Emily and I got drunk. Because I wanted too. After I dropped Emily off at her house, I ended up babbling to my neighbor for an hour about Jes and Joey and everything that was wrong in the world.
I am a chatty drunk. A chatty and honest drunk.
Turns out Jessica heard everything I said. And she was very hurt. Boy howdy did I feel like an ass! I apologized time and time again, wishing there was a magical way to make it better. I almost cried at seeing her almost cry.
Foot in mouth along with ankle, calf, knee and thigh. CHOKE ON IT JEN!
But yesterday! Yesterday was a wonderful day. I got some cleaning done, I read the rest of my book. I had dinner at my mommies house. And I became a library card totin' citizen of Woodstock, IL. Oh yes. I plan on going back to the magical library and wandering for hours on end until I have a stack of books I can hardly carry. I had that last night, but most of them were non-fiction so they weren't really interesting.
But I am going to learn to Knit today! And after I pick up my car from the dealer I plan on driving out to my dads, hopefully if it's not done too late. :D
Yay for my life!
I woke up Friday at 6:15. I knew I was going to be late for work, I had to be there at 7am. So with out any coffee in me I make it downstairs to start my car and let it heat up a bit before I race off towards walmart.
Small problem though. The key to my car is not working. Oh no. John is on the phone. I'm pissed off. Theres no way for me to get in my car. I'm livid. I'm screaming.
I shake my hand to get my coat sleeve over it because I'm freezing and my engagement ring flies off of it. I can hear it bounce in the parking. I'm freaking out more.
Picture me, half asleep, on the phone and down on her knees peering under cars for this ring. I was not a happy girl. I finally find it, it was not in the area I thought it was, which was upsetting. But I found it undamaged.
I manage to pull my rear back door open, the one that never locks, and climb into my car from there. I start the car and realize, "Oh shit, the windshield is frozen over." but instead of climbing out and scraping it? I just sat there. I called work to tell them I was not going to be on time, but no one answered.
I called again when I got to the gas station to crawl out and get deicer, but they didn't answer again. The deicer? Didn't work. My car door was fucked.
So I get to work, crawling out via the back seat. I have people staring at me now. But I suck it up and deal with it.
The day goes on, it wasn't horrible. Wasn't star stunningly brilliant either, but thats life.
I ended up being 40 minutes late. But no one said a word to me. not one person.
I was impressed.
On the way home, after my manager saw me crawl into my car from the opposite side and drive off. I Call my mom and she told me to go get it fixed. Always one to pretend to take my mothers advice I thought I would switch it up this time and actually take it.
This is the exchange that happened at the dealer.
"So who can I help?" the man says.
"Oh! Me! Pick me!" I squeal.
"Yes?" He said
"My car is broken!" I announce like I won something for this.
I then proceeded to rattle off about 50 things wrong with it that I want them to fix. But I Forgot to tell them to fix the very cracked back bumper. I am stupid.
So I am now stranded at the chevy place, with my giant pink purse, a cell phone and a mop. Yes, I had a mop with me. I called enterprise because they do "Under 25 car rentals." and basically verbally sucked "Luke's" dick to get this car.
"Ok, do you have a major Credit card?" "Nope. I have a debit!" "Do you have a paycheck stub and a copy of your utility bill?" "Nope! I have my lease though! And a mop." "Yea, we don't borrow cars to people with out.." "Oh come on Luke, you're breaking my heart. YOu sound like a nice guy, do you really want me stranded here for hours on end while I wait for someone to come get me? What if they never get me, huh luke? I can't sleep here. I have to go home and sleep. Please luke.."
Needless to say, I got the car. I got home and I just passed out. I was so tired. Woke up the next day at 6am. I didn't have to be at work till 8. Thankfully, I was on time.
Sunday was the longest day of my life. LONGEST OF MY LIFE. See, Saturday night Emily and I got drunk. Because I wanted too. After I dropped Emily off at her house, I ended up babbling to my neighbor for an hour about Jes and Joey and everything that was wrong in the world.
I am a chatty drunk. A chatty and honest drunk.
Turns out Jessica heard everything I said. And she was very hurt. Boy howdy did I feel like an ass! I apologized time and time again, wishing there was a magical way to make it better. I almost cried at seeing her almost cry.
Foot in mouth along with ankle, calf, knee and thigh. CHOKE ON IT JEN!
But yesterday! Yesterday was a wonderful day. I got some cleaning done, I read the rest of my book. I had dinner at my mommies house. And I became a library card totin' citizen of Woodstock, IL. Oh yes. I plan on going back to the magical library and wandering for hours on end until I have a stack of books I can hardly carry. I had that last night, but most of them were non-fiction so they weren't really interesting.
But I am going to learn to Knit today! And after I pick up my car from the dealer I plan on driving out to my dads, hopefully if it's not done too late. :D
Yay for my life!
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