Hangovers

It's my birthday weekend... Yes weekend. I have claimed at least 3 days to be my birthday my actual birthday is Sunday...I'm so excited for tomorrow. 20+ of my closest friends shooting eachother in an arena while drunk, then drinking afterwards Yay. I got this e-mail today....I'm hoping I only have one star on Sunday.

One Star Hangover (*): No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well; however, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak & fries

Two Star Hangover (**): No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the hotdog from the 3:00 AM Vender outside the bar/club. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.

Three Star Hangover (***): Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching Seinfeld reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke --- yet you haven't peed once.

Four Star Hangover (****): Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face if you're a guy. If you're a lady, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars. Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.

Five Star Hangover (*****): You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. In fact, you are probably still drunk. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea how you got home. Any attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare 'floater' thrown in. The sole purpose of this 'floater' seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ass...Death sounds pretty good about right now!

Spermy

As some of you know, I call my biological father spermy. It started out as some joke about that's all he's given and it just stuck for the last 15 yrs (not to his face, though once accidentally). Any ways I've been thinking about Spermy a lot lately. He's always called on Christmas day and my birthday. He doesn't always get the day or my age right but I can expect a call around the end of September anyways. He did not call this Christmas, I didn't realize it till a few weeks after Christmas though. I see him maybe every 3 or 4 years for one or two hours. Only because I fear I'd hurt his feelings if I tell him to get lost. I don't know him so when he does call it's so awkward, and I always have to make up some reason to get off the phone. The usual questions what are you up to? Married yet? Where do you work? The usual things people ask each other when attempting to catch up...Even though they really don't care. I honestly have no idea where he even lives, he seems to move to a new city every few years. I had his # on a card he gave me once..I tossed it. Mom is all concerned that I should have a way to contact him in case I need a kidney or something one day.

When he does show up he always wants to go to my grandma's, on this point now I'm pretty blunt. She fuckin lives in the city and has for the last 20 yrs and the only contact I have with her, is every 5 yrs or so that I get dragged over there. I point blank tell him now I don't want to go over there and so he always asks what I want to do. If anyone is forced to do something with a relative that they don't know but wants to spend time with you...Bingo. Yah that's right, we go to bingo.....It's perfect. Not only does it cost him a shit load of money because he pays for it all, but I would keep any winnings. It covers the allotted time a visit should be average being 2 to 3 hrs AND you can't really talk because someone is yelling numbers out. So he feels we're bonding, I may score cash and its long enough that I don't have to do anything afterwards.

Last time he was actually in the city, I got a call from my mom on a Friday night. He did not know my phone # because I moved so he stopped by her house. He wanted to do something that night and I was supposed to call him. I called and didn't want to waste my night off with him, but he insisted and was leaving the following morning. So we went out and on the drive back I'm like why such a short visit...He's like oh well I've been in town for 10 days. Can you believe that! He realized his error and quickly said his mother had kept him busy. I wasted my Friday when you've been in town for two weeks! Booo-urns to you buddy. I have no ill feelings towards him, I simply don't care. The moral of the story is my birthday is in 5 days and If he doesn't call I suspect he might be dead...And well If he's dead as his only child I'd better get something. Happy birthday to me maybe a mini inheritance...or hopefully enough to at least pay off my Visa.

The new year

Fuckin Fall, ever realize that September people get more antsi and make more changes then in January. I've noticed it. I can feel everyone around me shifting and pacing, everyone is bored and needs a change. I dyed my hair bright red and that helped but alas, it dulled down and I'm bored again with life. I've noticed more then a few friends pulling the "I wish I could just pick up and move" line out. I however was looking at a trip. Honestly why don't I go on trips? You can go pretty much anywhere in the world for $1000. That's nothing really, I could work OT and spend that. Why the fuck not. I'm going to do it for real this time. I talk out my ass about this time and time again but I am. I always base this on someone else coming with me. I don't care this time though. I have a friend in Sidney, Australia, I can stay in Bermuda for free, I even have more then one place to stay in London England, New York, even 2 locations in California. Why aren't I using my child free time to do this shit. Sorry Michael, I'm not interested in Las Vegas or anywhere like that. I want some place that is somewhat away from a city remotely anyways. It's on, I'm doing it!

I also had a long talk with Raynna on Saturday, due to my immensely dramatic week, which I've vented enough to a select few and dealt with so I'm not going to get into it. I did make some self discoveries. Not large ones but things I do need to work on. I am to dependent on people I've decided. I feel independent, but really...If I didn't have friends or my boyfriend to fill in my time, what would I do with myself? I'd work and watch TV. I've just replaced the TV part with people. I think I need to find something that takes up some of my time but is me alone. I don't know what, I don't even have an inkling but I'll look into it. Also at work they asked me if I wanted to work financial. It's not really a big difference, really I'd be sitting in a different area. There are some upsides and downsides. I'm thinking on it. Maybe it would be better to sit away from the "clique". Healthier for Michael and I probably, and even more so might help Chris and I. Less time with people can be way better for some relationships, I know he was concerned about me working in such close vicinity, I have no clue how he feels about it now though. I know Raynna and I get along way WAY better now that I left data. Any ways I'm off to bed I want to go to the gym in the morning.

Screw you

When you are having a wicked bad day and someone is pushing your buttons and you've warned them you're pmsing....Hint!! Don't tell them to relax and stop being such a cunt. It does not instill warm fuzzies and rainbows in the other person and put them in a better mood, I'd say it actually does the opposite. Then to be looking forward to spending the evening with someone and then getting the impression they don't really want you there...so you give them an out, they run with it and decide they want alone time. Also futher enrages someone especially when they are already having a super bad day. Then you get home realize you don't have any blankets, or pillows on your BLOW UP MATRESS and everyone is sleeping. Fuckins sneaking around trying to prepare to sleep then realize you're not tired. Wait someone is in your room and you can't relax on a computer so you decide hey i'll watch dvds...oh wait someone took the cord you need to hook it up to....oh wait i'll play video games...then realize you can't because you lent the machine out and all you have is stupid game cube with stupid tetris which you've already passed....grrrrr.

Would only let me do 5 pics at a time how annoying

a)Chris blocking my shot of Cam while giving the finger.

b)AJ, Jim & Michael

c)Chris & Jim

d)The boys from left to right...Jim, Michael, Cam, Daryll & Chris

e)Sabrina with AJ nursing and I believe that's Jims distinctive hand.

f)Raynna still in I have tequila in my mouth stage.

On another note, I'm getting kicked out of my room for a few days. My aunt is coming and my mother volunteered my room up for her. I don't mind of course because that's what you do I spose. I'm just curious when will people start giving up their rooms for me when I come visit? Is there a certain age you reach? Or is it just the general...You're older and are higher on the totem pole. Would one have to give up their room for say a cousin in the same age bracket? I would have enjoyed having some place to actually sleep however. When I used to live at home we had a futon down stairs for just such "volunteered" outings. We no longer have a futon because I took it when I moved out and left it at the ex's....And have no intention of getting it back. There isn't even a couch long enough I can actually sleep on. So essentially It's not my room I'm being kicked out of. I'm probably going to sleep at Chris's for a night or two still... I can have a blow up mattress, very generous of the rents...When am I to old to sleep on those things? I would have thought mid twenties..Apparently not.

Pics

Here are the pics from the pub last Friday. I'm slow on posting shit so sue me. In no order....One is Raynna in deep conversation with a stranger on the ever fascinating topic...her boobies. The other is the discustingly cute couple of two hotties course I mean Kandy and me. The other if of Jim & AJ, and Sabrina making her "come hither" face.

Dying!

I can't party two nights in a row any more. I'm to old it's official. I am fucking dying today. I feel like absolute shit. Not only that but fuck, when did I become a crier? I cried so much. I had a blast Friday night though. We went to a pub and had a few drinks. We were really really loud. I wasn't aware that everyone I hang out with is rowdy. We out yelled over the entire pub. Good times. Highlight of my evening was leaving, Jim AJ Chris and I went out and we see a cab drive up right as we walk out. Chris stands on the side of the road and pulls hig pant leg all the way up, then sticks his leg out and poses to attract the cabby's attention fuck I laughed. Last night was Nicole's bday. Me Raynna and Sabs were expected to go. I didn't feel like it none of us did, but it was her birthday and we could at least make an appearance. Raynna and I finished off a mickey each in half an hour and then Sab came over and we ran to the downstairs to the train..Only to see it drive off. So we haul ass back upstairs do a few more shots then run back down...to see ANOTHER train go by. So we run back up have 1! Shot and run down. We make and the rest of the evening is a blur needless to say. Courtney showed oh the drama. I told her right off the bat to not start shit with Raynna or I'd end it. Then I guess Sab said the same thing and so she stomped off and left. Ah well. I danced had a wicked time till fuckin who walks in...Jesse. Fuck I can't stand that guy. I thought I behaved. I didn't punch him in the face so that was behaving on my part. I don't recall what I said or did but I know I cried. I was pissed that Sabrina was even talking to him. I hauled her ass into the bathroom. I remember walking up to them and telling her..."Get your fuckin ass into the bathroom now! I need to talk to you" I don't remember the conversation but there was crying involved. Fuck we're dramatic. We left shortly after that. I woke up at Raynnas with one missing contact, and my clothes are covered with white shit. Looks like someone attacked me with a deodorant stick. I have a bruise on my thigh and my hand is cut. . It was fun though. I much preferred Friday's "mellow" if you call it pub night, to the dramatic disaster bug good dancing Saturday. I'm too hung over today to function and have to go to work in like 15 mins.

Fuck you ranch!!!!

Well my body naturally woke up at 9:06am due to the natzi VACUUMING!!!! Right outside my door. Then the constant chatter...Then the Natzi decides to do laundry...The machines are like 6 ft away from my bedroom door! I was so so so angry. Ever have your whole day ruined because you woke up badly? I'm awful for it. My entire day almost is decided by how I wake or am woken up. I stomped around like a child and slammed things. She said good morning and I said WHATEVER!..My one day to sleep in and you fucking Vacuum at 9am..."Roommates" my ass. (in case you couldn't decipher my incredible subtle code name..Natzi=mother) I was pissy most of the day. Then I get to work I'm grumpy and not really talking to anyone. Cam starts in with this fucking ranch thing....RANCH...Ranch!.....ranch... Every 5 fuckin seconds. God damn you Wendy commercials!! In case you've missed them there for this new Monterey ranch chicken burger, where the guy talks about how other people have a "sweet" tooth, but he has a "ranch" tooth. It sports a ridiculous tooth wearing a cowboy hat, yelling ranch at inappropriate times. Who comes up with this shit? How much crack are they smoking? I was so close to dumping my water on him. I debated mentally and decided I'd save that particular move if he continues. I'm giving him a two days to get it out of his system...Then I'm kicking his ass and dumping my bottle. Or one day..I'm not the patient type.

Other then that I was cheerful the rest of the day. It took about 4 hrs into my shift to get over my bad morning. It was so slow on taking calls today...It was awesome. My screen saver actually came on. I've never had that happen while on shift. I needed it. I read most of my shift. At one point I had my supervisor wheel up a chair beside me and stare at me for a good 45 seconds watching me read. I ignored him because I assumed it was Mike who wheels over to harass me occasionally. When I finally looked up, I thought Shit!..He was laughing though which is cool. I love Daryll as a supervisor, any of the other ones would have been harsh about it, or made an example out of me or some shit.

I'm over the Data raises. I feel better about it, I was just totally bitter that I keep missing out on shit. Whatever, I'm staying on the floor.. I'll write those stupid exams to get another $2. I'm totally happy for them. I'm glad Jim and Sabrina will probably stay now, I know they were looking else where. Sabrina was thinking about coming out to the floor. I would have loved that, she mentioned going back to midnight shift. I think if she did I would seriously consider going on midnights myself. I keep going over the idea...3 days off is pretty sweet. I have no problems sleeping during the day. I guess now she'll stick to Data though. However the temptation is still there. I don't know why I love midnights so much, I'm fucked up I guess.

Burned Out

I'm exhausted. To many days working in a row. I think I've over done it working OT. I worked 3 weekends in a row. I originally thought I was just going to work 4 hrs on Friday and actually take my Saturday off, I however forgot about agreeing to work for someone Saturday 3pm to 11pm...BOO. I stayed up to last night playing video games with T. I knew I had to work at 8am, but damnit I wanted to play. So 2:30am I drag my ass to bed to blink and my alarm is going off at 7am. Then the 4 hours took fuckin FOREVER. They asked if I could stay longer...I thought about it and decided no fuckin way. 20+ days with no full days off makes me bitchy too. So that's it it's another work week and then 2 FULL days of fuck all. I'm going to lay around and do nothing I can't wait.

On another note I'm bitter about data. I have the worst luck it never fails. They all got permanent and raises...In fact they are making more then me now. I left because they said they would not be offering permanent positions till at least January. I held out for 9 months then decided to suck it up and go back to the floor. I took my entry level and level 1 exams to get a $2 raise. I don't mind it, however data is easier. Sorry to say it but it was slack in comparison. I'm not saying data isn't a lot of work but it's not as stressful because you don't have 10% of the customers, and can work at your own pace. No real supervisor to speak of on the evening shift either and weekends off... They deserved the raises for sure. Just blows that I left because I needed more money and took the crappy job..Then not even 8 weeks later, they get almost a $3 raise and permanent positions, sorry but I'm choked. I'm trying to be happy for them but who did I fuck over in my last life because every job I take I seem to get fucked over. Laid off here, laid off there.....Finally get benefits then nope you're cut off. The last 3 years seems the same story. Ah well what can you do. On the plus side least I get my double time over time. Besides that life is actually pretty good. I can see the light at the end of the debt tunnel. Hopefully by Christmas I'll be all payed up so I can spend freely stress free.

Seeing as I don't work till 3pm tomorrow I'm SO going to sleep in. I don't care if I sleep till 2pm I'm not getting up till my body decides it's time on it's own free will.