This week was seriously one of my least favorite times in my entire life. (And please excuse any mistakes cuz I sm exhausted.)
Sunday- my knee that has been screwed up from my softball days as a catcher (it still pops and cracks...fun) began hurting the hell out of me. I didn't even go to my yoga class.
Monday-work, lots of homework, and school. Blah.
Tuesday-THIS WAS THE KILLER. I got off work early to start an essay that was due later that night. So I quickly go to the store to get some sushi for lunch. I get back to my car and it won't start. Damn Buick Park Avenues from 1986!!!! So that wasted my time and pissed me off. Then I eloquently wrote the stupid essay about "The Suburbanization of Los Angeles and its Effects on 'Mildred Pierce.'" I was on the f-ing Works Cited page and my computer froze, and me being the slickster that I am, I had yet to SAVE the document. It was officially gone. Crying out of frustration ensued and of course my professor didn't believe me. Dick.
Wednesday-my 20th birthday. Worked, skipped school. Not too bad but I think I got food poisoning from the BEVERLY HILLS restaurant that my best friend took me to because I spent the entire night/next morning throwing up.
But the food was still really good...
Thursday: Had to call in sick to work, had another couple of essays I had to write. School and throwing up were the day's main events.
Friday: More throwing up so, again, no working. BUT I AM PATHETICALLY BROKE AND VOMITING IS NOT HELPING. Attempted to see the Epoxies at the Troubador, but didn't even have enough money for that. What happened to the good ole' days when my grandmother would send me money for b-days. Now it's a certificate for a pound of See's candy. Yeah, I really need that.
Saturday: Didn't sleep well. Had to go to my work's 50th year anniversary of it being opened. Still somewhat wary of eating cuz it would just come up. Afterwards, my coworkers and I went to a bar (bless my friend's ID). Remember that I freaken love my coworker. We can't date cuz he turned down another chick at work, she got extremely bitter and threatened sexual harassment. Crazy chick. So whenever we go out after work, its the guys and me and Craxy chick. She shamelessly throws herself at him, and of course when my crush/coworker is inebriated, he pretty much allows her to. In fact, I think he likes it even though he professes to like me and definitely not her. I am not about to fight over a guy.....that would just be sad. So I sit back, sip my drinks, observing, and feeling sad inside that I don't think he really digs me. He does, but I want him as the perfect boyfriend that he could potentially be. And that's probably not gonna happen. The reason is "because we are coworkers." BUT WE KINDA AREN'T. I WORK MONDAY-FRIDAY IN AN OFFICE, HE WORKS WEEKENDS ON THE OUTSIDE. I never see the guy as far as work is concerned. Ughhhhh....so frustrating (its not even a rule; its the managers "preference") Everytime us workers go out, crazy chick will conveniently not bring her car so she can ride with him. I would do that IF I WAS PATHETICALLY THROWING MYSELF AT HIS FEET. And I have too much dignity/pride/common sense to do that.
So thus it is Sunday again. I went home feeling sad cuz dammit, I'm a catch!!!!
I feel like shit and I still have a bunch of essays to write and finals to study for. And I am sooooo tired so now I hope to fall asleep minus the tears of semi-rejection/
stress/frustration/overall feeling of being overwhelmed. So this is what I get to look forward to being 20? Greeeeaaaaat
Sunday- my knee that has been screwed up from my softball days as a catcher (it still pops and cracks...fun) began hurting the hell out of me. I didn't even go to my yoga class.
Monday-work, lots of homework, and school. Blah.
Tuesday-THIS WAS THE KILLER. I got off work early to start an essay that was due later that night. So I quickly go to the store to get some sushi for lunch. I get back to my car and it won't start. Damn Buick Park Avenues from 1986!!!! So that wasted my time and pissed me off. Then I eloquently wrote the stupid essay about "The Suburbanization of Los Angeles and its Effects on 'Mildred Pierce.'" I was on the f-ing Works Cited page and my computer froze, and me being the slickster that I am, I had yet to SAVE the document. It was officially gone. Crying out of frustration ensued and of course my professor didn't believe me. Dick.
Wednesday-my 20th birthday. Worked, skipped school. Not too bad but I think I got food poisoning from the BEVERLY HILLS restaurant that my best friend took me to because I spent the entire night/next morning throwing up.
But the food was still really good...
Thursday: Had to call in sick to work, had another couple of essays I had to write. School and throwing up were the day's main events.
Friday: More throwing up so, again, no working. BUT I AM PATHETICALLY BROKE AND VOMITING IS NOT HELPING. Attempted to see the Epoxies at the Troubador, but didn't even have enough money for that.
What happened to the good ole' days when my grandmother would send me money for b-days. Now it's a certificate for a pound of See's candy. Yeah, I really need that.
Saturday: Didn't sleep well. Had to go to my work's 50th year anniversary of it being opened. Still somewhat wary of eating cuz it would just come up.
Afterwards, my coworkers and I went to a bar (bless my friend's ID). Remember that I freaken love my coworker. We can't date cuz he turned down another chick at work, she got extremely bitter and threatened sexual harassment. Crazy chick. So whenever we go out after work, its the guys and me and Craxy chick. She shamelessly throws herself at him, and of course when my crush/coworker is inebriated, he pretty much allows her to. In fact, I think he likes it even though he professes to like me and definitely not her. I am not about to fight over a guy.....that would just be sad. So I sit back, sip my drinks, observing, and feeling sad inside that I don't think he really digs me. He does, but I want him as the perfect boyfriend that he could potentially be. And that's probably not gonna happen. The reason is "because we are coworkers." BUT WE KINDA AREN'T. I WORK MONDAY-FRIDAY IN AN OFFICE, HE WORKS WEEKENDS ON THE OUTSIDE. I never see the guy as far as work is concerned. Ughhhhh....so frustrating (its not even a rule; its the managers "preference") Everytime us workers go out, crazy chick will conveniently not bring her car so she can ride with him. I would do that IF I WAS PATHETICALLY THROWING MYSELF AT HIS FEET. And I have too much dignity/pride/common sense to do that.
So thus it is Sunday again. I went home feeling sad cuz dammit, I'm a catch!!!!
I feel like shit and I still have a bunch of essays to write and finals to study for. And I am sooooo tired so now I hope to fall asleep minus the tears of semi-rejection/
stress/frustration/overall feeling of being overwhelmed. So this is what I get to look forward to being 20? Greeeeaaaaat
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NYE Party: I hope so too, i'll update it as we get more people responding. We've got about 6 or so already including us and you. Its justifiable at about 12 or so i think.
Love life: Remember to always do what you FEEL is right for YOU and not just what might keep you from being alone or appease others.
Waiting the hour destined to die
Here on the table of hell
A figure in white unknown by man
Approaching the altar of death
High priest awaiting dagger in hand
Spilling the pure virgin blood
Satan's slaughter, ceremonial death
Answer his every command
Death will come easy just close your eyes -
Dream of the friends you'll see
Heavenly failure losing again
Move on to a new form of life
Altar of sacrifice, curse of the damned
Confronting the evil you dread
Coalesce into one your shadow and soul
Soon you will meet the undead
Altar of sacrifice, curse of the damned
Confronting the evil you dread
Coalesce into one your shadow and soul
Soon you will meet the undead]
Enter to the realm of Satan!
Blood turning black, the change has begun
Feeling the hatred of all damned in Hell
Flesh starts to burn, twist and deform
Eyes dripping blood realization of death
Transforming of five toes to two
Learn the sacred words of praise, hail Satan
A gift of powers disposed upon you
Use them when you feel the need
Master the forces and powers of Satan
Controlling the creature's instinct
Drawn to the castles that float in the sky
Learn to resist the temptation
Watching the angels sift through the heavens
Endlessly search[ing] for salvation