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.)

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!

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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)

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.

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

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.

men like you - you kill me.

So I survived my first day of school. Math was painfully boring, the teacher's first language was Chinese and she's really hard to understand and follow. Plus, I knew that I was bad at math, but I'm not THAT bad. Our first lesson was on how to add and subtract negatives. WTF?

Seriously, this girl actually raised her hand and asked, "So if you add -2 + -2... is that zero?" I wanted to ask her how she finished high school, but I just buried my head into my arm and died inside. At least I'll ace this class...

Saturday was HORRIBLE. Cashiering is terrible enough, but Saturday cashiering. Blech.

And then Sunday I had to be up at five in the morning and my allergies were bothering me. So I took a pill, but it didn't take long to realize that I took the WRONG pill. It was a painkiller... The kind where you take it and crash. Shit :( It was horrible, I felt like I was dying and my head was fuzzy all day.

Still waiting to hear about the job position. I did inventory for them yesterday, which I've never done. It was fine.

Work tomorrow, then class in the evening - English comp.

Oh, by the way, other than math I had Philosophy taught by a pastor. So this'll prove interesting.

Goodnight, all.

Currently watching Torchwood. Jack quote up there. ^

my heart stops, I already know

So the sister is moving back home. This is going to prove very annoying.

TORCHWOOD OMG. So good. Left it with a huge cliffhanger, so I'm going to go crazy waiting for the next episode. Oh, and some hot Jack being nakedness, so definitely a plus.

I have to cashier tomorrow from 8:30 until 5. I'm. Going. To. Die. I hate cashiering for a couple of hours, let alone for a full day. And I have to get up super early and everything. Grr arg. I hope I get this promotion - put in my application yesterday. Cross your fingers...

School starts up on Tuesday. Four days. Yikes. Four days and say goodbye to a social life. At least until my birthday, when I've asked the entire weekend off and plan on getting totally shit faced. Yay!

Spoke to a guy that I used to talk to a lot back in the day. If he wasn't so geographically undesirable, I'd probably marry him. Just sayin'. Also, I think that I'm pan sexual. I just figured out what this meant the other day, but I'm pretty sure that this is what I am.

My crushes/feelings aren't restricted to sex, I fall for personality.

Sounds like me. And a couple of prior situations. I was also completely infatuated by this girl that I had theatre class with back at Columbia. I wanted her to play the main character in my show... and I also wanted to ask her out. Which was a very confusing want back then.

Blah. Better sleep, have to be up in like... seven hours. Sad. Wish me no mean, old ladies.

Blind - K$sha