MMm Delicious sleep

Apparently someone must have listened because I got to sleep in. Some days you feel like you can sleep forever. I should really stop staying up till 3am etc...hmm maybe if I went to bed early and got up early I might have more time before I had to work...Craziness. I went out for coffee last night with T. I just told Sean yesterday that my life had no drama. Catching T up on shit that has happened holy shit. I may personally not have drama but I'm surrounded by it. My life is starting to sound like a soap, and not a good soap one of those cheesey teen soaps. I'm actually looking forward to work today. I'm stopping to buy a new journal because teen drama sure fills up pages, I love new journals they make me happy in my pants. I'm going to take a break from Manhattan's, my first since Jim started his stupid night..Damn you Jim for making your drinks so cheap. I've been like 9 weeks in a row or something. I even have friends who now assume I'm going and plan for it. I'm nothing if not predictable. I'm going to go home and chill and watch 2hrs of Eliza Dushku...mmm hotness. Save my money for deliciousness (aka sandwiches at Soda) tomorrow. Yay for comfy couches and good friends, I may stay awake this time...It's good to have goals.

Grrrrrrrr

What is with everyone waking me up, either calling me or showing up, or msn'ing me when my volume is cranked (my fault but it's my rant so shutup), or turning my light on and yelling etc. I want one day where I wake up on my own. People should know me by now and realize that if I'm woken up, immediately I'm pissy..Wake up on my own...Happy. Its not a hard formula to follow people! Due to the fact that I'm a horrible person and others suffering makes me happy, I'm in a great mood because I was woken up by a phone call from Tana asking for Michaels buzzer number because she's outside his building and she's going to wake him up...And I left his place at 230am this morning, he's worse off then I am muhahah. I'm done bitching. I watched Amazing race last night. It's sad the amount of enjoyment I get from some reality shows. Amazing race is a tense experience for me, I wish I had more time for TV. I have DVD's that I've borrowed 6 months ago. You'd think with being as poor as I am, I'd come home after work and watch them rather then going out...But nope. The "clique" (that's right I used it Jim & Sean shoosh) at work wants to work a weekend day every week to save up and go somewhere. I don't even care where I go as long as I'm out of the city and I have a pool or beach and lots of sun and booze. You'd think I'd be sick of the people I work with by now 40hrs a week plus at least 3 nights a week hanging out, but sadly I'm not. We even text msg and Msn each other all the time when not together, it's disgusting actually. What can I possibly have to say to these people that I saw less then an hour ago..Nothing, but I still do. I've been saying I'm going to do nothing this weekend for 3 months now, but I truly am not going to do anything this weekend. I've even planned my nothingness this time. Nothing meaning anything to do with drinking. I'm looking forward to it. I intend to watch movies all night with Sean on Saturday and Sunday the only thing I plan to do is go and watch sin city. Mmmm relaxing nothingness. I'm so excited damn you for being only Wednesday damn you!

Boooooo-urns

Damn my friends for all having blogs and peer pressuring me to have one. Damn me for being weak and caving. Ah well. My day started with my mother walking into my room and yelling you have 40 minutes to get dressed..I'm like for what? She yells Church as she's walking away. I'm like you have got to be fucking kidding me. My mom had a drunken gathering of her friends on Friday. Apparently I agreed to go to church for my moms friend Hazels initiation or some shit. Hazel is becoming some sort of soldier for the salvation army. Did you know salvation army was a church and not just someplace you drop off clothes? Cause I had no idea. Unfortunately I love Hazel and she did help raise me blah blah and it's important to her etc. So my ass is up at 9am on a Sunday. I'm not pleased..then I'm informed there's no time to eat..Have I mentioned I'm not pleased, cause I'm not. We get there and I'm starving the first words out of some dude in a uniform is welcome you just missed our breakfast...I'm not pleased! No one should have to deal with me when I'm hungry. They load me up with books and I sit beside Rene, Hazel's grandson. He has the biggest fro I've ever seen. Man that's a big fro. Rene and I are bonded in our misery he's 16 and he has to come every Sunday...My day is looking up..Sucker. So it starts at 10:30am I'm told its only an hour. So some guy in a army uniform is yappin away then everyone starts singing..5 mins in. The song consists of a sentence then singing Jesus has risen! I'm not singing and neither is Rene. After the song we're told to shake hands with everyone around us and say "Jesus has risen". When you have 100 people shaking hands in a small area chanting "Jesus has risen" It's fuckin creeepy. My eyes were as big as saucers cause I'm thoroughly creeped out. Anyhow. Then they passed around the collection plate, my mom hands me a yellow piece of paper and $5, Laura leans over and says your mom says to not give the other if you don't have to. I'm laughing my ass off, my moms awesome. I put it in cause some 80 yr old stared me down when he handed me the bowl. The next hour consists of singing...It's excrutiating this one large woman had her eyes closed and her right hand up every time she spoke or sang anything. I lean over to Rene and I'm like..She's praying for a milkshake. I'm internally snorting a lot and making comments to Rene (no one can hear them, only he knew I was being so disrespectful) Rene kept saying...Amanda you're ruthless..You're ruthless. I love Rene he's adorable. So it's now 11:45 1hr and 15mins. The only part I payed any attention to was when Hazel went up. It meant a lot to her that we all came, I only felt a tiny bit of guilt that I was wishing I was anywhere else in the world. I don't think it was a coincidence that I had cramps the entire time I was there, and they suddenly eased when I went outside. My version of bursting into flames I think. Anyhow that was my church experience It can be summed up in one word..Creepy. BTW I found out later that my mom meant the yellow piece of paper because all visitors had to fill one out. She didn't want them to call. Now I'm going to drink Malibu and play Tetris with Tana