Tuesday, September 27, 2011

we we we we so excited

So this was seriously the best birthday that I've ever had. Why? Let me count the ways...

- Jell-o shots. Wow. Yeah, definitely making those more often. (Apparently everyone was like, "These are SO strong!" I had like ten of 'em, I liked them...)

- Lots of awesome friends gathering in one place in honor of, well, me!

- Drag queens. Okay.

- Rum and coke.

- Tom Collins.

-Other assorted free drinks.

- Lots of gay men. Everywhere.

- Designated driver. A definite must.

- A drag queen did "Friday" by Rebecca Black. Ahahahaha.

- Stuffed crust pizza.

- It wasn't over yet....

- Saturday night sex and drinks.

- Sunday lunch at Red Lobster.

- Not doing a damn thing all weekend.

Yep. Best birthday ever.

Now if I can only get my shit together and start doing my actual school work on time. This is hard. Especially when the internets isn't working at home. Blah.

No music, but I currently have Friday stuck in my head. Yeah, you love me. (Glee version is actually GOOD, incase you didn't know.)

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Sad. I feel sad. For you, so sad. You'll be left alone and broken bleeding from the heart when he doesn't come home.

So the votes are in and your new photo lab "assistant" whatever person who's in charge of ze photo lab is...

drumroll, please...

patience, grasshopper!

..

..

Moi.

Yes. I got the promotion! Yay me and all of my awesomeness.

Justin took me out for a celebratory dinner. That was the first time I'd really hung out with him since probably February or April. We didn't do anything, so don't get any ideas. He bought me a burger at Applebees and it was yummy. I fucking deserve it.

Tomorrow is my golden Birthday, so we shall see how that goes. Wish me lots of drunk, happy times.

Sad - Eisley (possibly one of my new favorite songs)

Thursday, September 8, 2011

now girls, you're both pretty.

I had my interview yesterday and it went extremely well. My answers were what they were looking for and I sounded confident.

Honestly, if I don't get the job, I'm going to be horribly surprised.

Just so you know, you cannot bring in copywritten photos into a photo lab and expect them to print them without a copyright release. You're just stupid. Not only that, but you shouldn't leave the photos when there's a technical glitch and expect the person who opens to do your entire order for you. Don't do a project on a photo kiosk that is going to take several hours right before closing - dumbass.

So I'm taking a worthless class that won't transfer that I seriously CANNOT stand, and it's too late to drop it. Grr.

Will find out about the job by next week. Wish me luck!

Watching Megamind.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

she's so hot she's making me sexist... bitch

I'm probably going to have a total bitch fit if I don't get this fucking promotion. I fucking NEED it, you know? The other person doesn't need it, she just wants to be in charge of me.

I've been working on Notches. Not actually writing out scenes like I thought that I was supposed to be doing, but jotting down information about characters and their relationships to one another.

Dude, everything happens in season three! Okay, there is some crazy shit in ssn two, but ssn three is like "WHOA holy drama."

I can't wait. It's all that I want to talk about, but I have no one to talk about it TO. Blah.
I got a haircut! Finally. I haven't had one since... uhm... April? Yeah, I'm a nasty cunt. I'm a broke bitch, gimme a break!

I made a chicken, bacon, ranch spinach wrap for myself and it was FANTASTIC.

Watched Tangled, it was pretty good. Zachary Levi was the voice of the main dude, how bad could it possibly be? But now I have an overwhelming urge to rewatch the entire Chuck series, which would be a great mini adventure, but I have no time. ):

Awkward guys at school, awkward random running into people that I didn't like in high school.

Damn, can't I just go back to Columbia where no one knew me? Oh, and don't forget about the amazingness that was the classes there. Right? I mean, jesus. What class do you get to write really vulgar stories about gay sex and shit? That'd be fiction writing. :)

Boom
- Flight of the Conchords

Thursday, September 1, 2011

click click click

Every time that I try to read my philosophy book, I just want to watch the Buffy episode of Beer Bad. Just thought that you should all know that.

Week two of classes is about to come to and end. I have my weird "how to succeed in community college" class tonight, then I'm free until Tuesday. Well, free in the sense that I don't have class... I still have to work every single day. And I have homework. Oh, the joys of going to school full time and working full time.

I'm having my interview on Wednesday for the photo lab position, so if someone out there is actually reading this... wish me luck, asshole.

I think that my English teacher is kind of hot... like, everyone else in the class keeps talking about how weird he is when he's not in the room. This one chick thinks that he reminds her of a serial killer. I think Dexter (Michael C Hall) is extremely attractive, so I don't really understand their problem. Either way, he's hot. Just sayin'.

On another note about English, I hate writing essays. I always feel like I sound completely stupid and I wish it could be like my fiction writing class. We just had a set amount of fiction writing that we had to do before the end of the semester. It was so lovely, I wrote all kinds of shit on my own time and it counted. I didn't have to worry about facts or worry about offending anyone. I wrote some pretty vulgar shit for my classes.

Shit, I miss Chicago. I just miss three years ago when everything, EVERYthing was different.

I've been trying to get a hold of my advisor to set up my classes for next semester, but she hasn't returned my phone calls. maybe I need to get a little more annoying? :)

Also, I'm in insane need of a haircut.

Well, that kept me busy for three minutes. Back to homework. At least I'm not in this heat slaving away at a certain theme park - it's seriously 100 degrees outside. It's fucking September! Cool the fuck down.

no music, just the sound of my fingers on keys.