...or I May Have to French You to Get Rid of the Creepy Old Guy...
After working a nine hour shift, I wanted nothing more than to come home, drink some wine, and watch my new Big Bang Theory First Season DVD. Unfortunately, today was the end of department exams and one of our good friends decided to drag us out to Treff's for a celebratory drink. I went along because I hadn't been out for a while.
Though I had no expectations whatsoever, the night turned out pretty well (well, almost) and we rocked out to the band that was playing: The Space Rockers. After dancing and singing the night away, we returned home.
My roommate was drunk and our friend helped her up to her room like he has done so many times. I went in to my room to watch Big Bang Theory and have one last glass of wine. That is, until I heard the noises coming from my roommate's room and decided I was better off continuing to watch my show until the aforementioned noises subsided. At this point in this post, I'm not sure if they have. I'm too afraid to stop my DVD and go to bed. Eventually I will fall asleep at my keyboard. Thus is my life.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Happy Holidays...
...or The Absence of Joy...
I've been at my parent's house for a little over a week now and it's starting to wear on me. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and I love the holidays, but I spent the last year having my own space and my own alone time and being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. The other day I was pondering why I was so miserable and I sat down to make a list.
Being at My Parent's:
Pros:
~Seeing the fam, especially my baby sis
~Not having to cook for myself
~Not having any responsibilities
~Christmas/graduation presents
~Cable
Cons:
~Dealing with the drama
~Listening to the complaints
~No alone time
~Sharing a room with someone who still uses a night light
~Having to sneak around to smoke
~Being judged every time I have a drink
~No friends in town
~Listening to bad music courtesy of my brother
Being Home:
Pros:
~Personal Space
~Alone time
~I do what I want
~No judgments
~Drinking/Smoking when I want
~Friends, especially Jaymi
~Being as lazy and/or active as I want
~I do what I want
Cons:
~Worrying about paying the rent
~Working
Being Home clearly comes out the victor. That's why I'm going home as soon as possible. I just have to pay my rent and get a plane ticket home and I'm out of here.
By the way, the 'rents finally noticed the tattoo and it wasn't nearly as big a deal as I expected it to be.
More when I get back to good ol' Waco.
I've been at my parent's house for a little over a week now and it's starting to wear on me. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and I love the holidays, but I spent the last year having my own space and my own alone time and being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. The other day I was pondering why I was so miserable and I sat down to make a list.
Being at My Parent's:
Pros:
~Seeing the fam, especially my baby sis
~Not having to cook for myself
~Not having any responsibilities
~Christmas/graduation presents
~Cable
Cons:
~Dealing with the drama
~Listening to the complaints
~No alone time
~Sharing a room with someone who still uses a night light
~Having to sneak around to smoke
~Being judged every time I have a drink
~No friends in town
~Listening to bad music courtesy of my brother
Being Home:
Pros:
~Personal Space
~Alone time
~I do what I want
~No judgments
~Drinking/Smoking when I want
~Friends, especially Jaymi
~Being as lazy and/or active as I want
~I do what I want
Cons:
~Worrying about paying the rent
~Working
Being Home clearly comes out the victor. That's why I'm going home as soon as possible. I just have to pay my rent and get a plane ticket home and I'm out of here.
By the way, the 'rents finally noticed the tattoo and it wasn't nearly as big a deal as I expected it to be.
More when I get back to good ol' Waco.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
True or False? Four And a Half Years at Baylor Is Enough to Drive Anyone Crazy...
...or Take That Bitches...
I took my last undergraduate final ever this morning and it was the greatest feeling ever. Sure, my mom won't be there for my graduation and I have no money and my job is killing me, but I'm done. D.O.N.E with Baylor and all its fucking bullshit. Big sigh of relief.
I leave for home on Sunday (the 21st) at 5:55pm. I'm flying into Vegas because apparently it's cheaper for my mom to pick me up there and drive me seven hours back to Modesto than it would be for me to fly directly into Sacramento. I'll be home for a couple of weeks (absolutely no more) and then it's back to the grind...slaving away at the bookstore while looking for a new job that will actually pay me enough to pay my rent each month. Oh, and I have law school apps to finish so that'll be fun.
I'm going to be rather drunk for the rest of the week, just thought you all might like to know.
I took my last undergraduate final ever this morning and it was the greatest feeling ever. Sure, my mom won't be there for my graduation and I have no money and my job is killing me, but I'm done. D.O.N.E with Baylor and all its fucking bullshit. Big sigh of relief.
I leave for home on Sunday (the 21st) at 5:55pm. I'm flying into Vegas because apparently it's cheaper for my mom to pick me up there and drive me seven hours back to Modesto than it would be for me to fly directly into Sacramento. I'll be home for a couple of weeks (absolutely no more) and then it's back to the grind...slaving away at the bookstore while looking for a new job that will actually pay me enough to pay my rent each month. Oh, and I have law school apps to finish so that'll be fun.
I'm going to be rather drunk for the rest of the week, just thought you all might like to know.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Never Never Land...
...or Total Ridiculousness
It is 3:30 in the morning, I've had five beers plus several glasses of good red wine and I'm not even a little buzzed. I'm also not tired in the slightest which is probably bad because that means I'm going to keep drinking until I'm both drunk and tired and that can never be good.
A quick recap of the weekend. Alex got in Friday night to hang out with us for the weekend and to attend Rachel and Justin's wedding. I don't know either Rachel or Justin too well, but that didn't stop me from tagging along for the weekend's festivities (excluding the actual wedding). Friday night, Jaymi and I took Alex out to Little Joe's Ice Shack for a pre-party beer where we danced with a racist 80 year old man (who apparently "escorted" me to the bathroom, though I was completely unaware). From there, we went to Rachel and Justin's pre-wedding party at a friend's apartment. It was good fun, complete with a lot of beer, a movie on vaginal dentata (look it up, seriously), and some good ole fashioned conversation with one guy who I've pretty much been in love with for a while and another guy who I've never met before but was nevertheless fun and very cute. We left when Alex was too drunk to stand let alone drive us home.
Today (Saturday), we woke up around 11 and decided to have a semi-productive day. We went to get coffee at Starbucks (Common Grounds was unfortunatley still closed for the holidays) and chatted for a while before picking up a card for Alex's wedding present. After a quick trip back to the apartment to make fried rice (Jaymi made it), we returned our "borrowed" dishes to Jaymi's soon-to-be apartment and then went for a quick tour of her current place of employment. Our afternoon ended with a quick trip out to Woodway to see Jaymi's former boss (who suffered a stroke recently) and then back to the apartment.
At this point, I was feeling a little odd about the idea of going to any wedding, let alone the wedding of two people I don't really know. Plus I didn't have anything to wear. So I decided to skip the wedding and get some homework done instead. Jay and Alex left for the wedding and I stayed home with the dog to write three papers and drink some wine. I got about half of all three papers done, so it was a pretty productive night. The girls came home around 11 or so and informed me that the whole gang was going to Trix (Waco's only gay bar) for the after-party. I decided to forgo (sp?) my homework and dip into my rent money in order to go out with them.
We went out, I hung out with the gang (including both boys from the night before) and had some more to drink. There was some dancing and some awkward wardrobe moments, but it was pretty fun. I'm pretty sure I didn't look like I was having fun, but, in my defense, I had a lot of other stuff on my mind. Plus, I've never been the type of girl who is any good at flirting and I don't really dance in public unless I'm really drunk and surrounded by only my closest friends. Getting me to dance in front of anyone else, especially someone I have fuzzy feelings for, is nearly impossible.
And that was my weekend so far. But hey, there's still Sunday.
It is 3:30 in the morning, I've had five beers plus several glasses of good red wine and I'm not even a little buzzed. I'm also not tired in the slightest which is probably bad because that means I'm going to keep drinking until I'm both drunk and tired and that can never be good.
A quick recap of the weekend. Alex got in Friday night to hang out with us for the weekend and to attend Rachel and Justin's wedding. I don't know either Rachel or Justin too well, but that didn't stop me from tagging along for the weekend's festivities (excluding the actual wedding). Friday night, Jaymi and I took Alex out to Little Joe's Ice Shack for a pre-party beer where we danced with a racist 80 year old man (who apparently "escorted" me to the bathroom, though I was completely unaware). From there, we went to Rachel and Justin's pre-wedding party at a friend's apartment. It was good fun, complete with a lot of beer, a movie on vaginal dentata (look it up, seriously), and some good ole fashioned conversation with one guy who I've pretty much been in love with for a while and another guy who I've never met before but was nevertheless fun and very cute. We left when Alex was too drunk to stand let alone drive us home.
Today (Saturday), we woke up around 11 and decided to have a semi-productive day. We went to get coffee at Starbucks (Common Grounds was unfortunatley still closed for the holidays) and chatted for a while before picking up a card for Alex's wedding present. After a quick trip back to the apartment to make fried rice (Jaymi made it), we returned our "borrowed" dishes to Jaymi's soon-to-be apartment and then went for a quick tour of her current place of employment. Our afternoon ended with a quick trip out to Woodway to see Jaymi's former boss (who suffered a stroke recently) and then back to the apartment.
At this point, I was feeling a little odd about the idea of going to any wedding, let alone the wedding of two people I don't really know. Plus I didn't have anything to wear. So I decided to skip the wedding and get some homework done instead. Jay and Alex left for the wedding and I stayed home with the dog to write three papers and drink some wine. I got about half of all three papers done, so it was a pretty productive night. The girls came home around 11 or so and informed me that the whole gang was going to Trix (Waco's only gay bar) for the after-party. I decided to forgo (sp?) my homework and dip into my rent money in order to go out with them.
We went out, I hung out with the gang (including both boys from the night before) and had some more to drink. There was some dancing and some awkward wardrobe moments, but it was pretty fun. I'm pretty sure I didn't look like I was having fun, but, in my defense, I had a lot of other stuff on my mind. Plus, I've never been the type of girl who is any good at flirting and I don't really dance in public unless I'm really drunk and surrounded by only my closest friends. Getting me to dance in front of anyone else, especially someone I have fuzzy feelings for, is nearly impossible.
And that was my weekend so far. But hey, there's still Sunday.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
349 to 163 and counting...
...or The Best Day Ever...
The President-Elect of the United States
I watched most of the election results with my Baylor Dems friends at the McLennan County Democratic Headquarters. It was packed, there was a lot of champagne, and it was the greatest night I've ever had. I'm sure everyone's going to be saying this, but I really do feel like a part of history.
Oh and, this is how Baylor students dealt with it. And this.
The President-Elect of the United States
I watched most of the election results with my Baylor Dems friends at the McLennan County Democratic Headquarters. It was packed, there was a lot of champagne, and it was the greatest night I've ever had. I'm sure everyone's going to be saying this, but I really do feel like a part of history.
Oh and, this is how Baylor students dealt with it. And this.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Determination...
...or Privacy is Over-Rated...
It's 8:50pm and my thesis is supposed to be due in a few short hours. I'm on page 6 of 20, have no idea what the hell I'm going to write for the other 14 pages, and am still experiencing some of the side effects of the massive panic attack I suffered a couple of days ago. I'm seriously considering just not finishing my thesis and thefore not graduating from the Honors College. It would make my life a lot easier, but it would mean that all of the extra work I've done in the past four years was a complete waste of time. And it would mean that Baylor has won. And I hate losing.
So here I go. I'll be in this library until I'm finished. It might take all night. I might need someone to bring me a coffee IV. But I will finish.
It's 8:50pm and my thesis is supposed to be due in a few short hours. I'm on page 6 of 20, have no idea what the hell I'm going to write for the other 14 pages, and am still experiencing some of the side effects of the massive panic attack I suffered a couple of days ago. I'm seriously considering just not finishing my thesis and thefore not graduating from the Honors College. It would make my life a lot easier, but it would mean that all of the extra work I've done in the past four years was a complete waste of time. And it would mean that Baylor has won. And I hate losing.
So here I go. I'll be in this library until I'm finished. It might take all night. I might need someone to bring me a coffee IV. But I will finish.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
A Not So Unexpected Event...
...or I Wasn't Ready to be an Aunt Yet...
So, the Sister is preggers. I'm not shocked at all. Apparently she's due in July. If her little brat is born on my birthday, I'm going to scream. I don't like sharing, especially my birthday.
The Sister (one of three sisters I have actually) is 20 (the other two being 11 and 4), not even close to graduating from college because she continues to fail classes, just recently moved her and her boyfriend (a long time friend of mine) into their own apartment after over a year of mooching off of his mother, and rarely keeps a job for longer than a few months because she gets bored and calls in sick a lot.
When my mom messaged me about it, she wrote, "You're going to be an aunt...and it's not Joey's." I replied with, "No shit Sherlock. My lil bro isn't that dumb." Like I said, it wasn't unexpected. I told my friends a couple of months ago that I was just waiting for the day that my mom told me my sister was pregnant. Looks like I'm psychic, eh?
And now I'm off to down a bottle of wine and bury myself in my studies so as to forget that I'm completely alone and neither of the boys who I currently have warm and fuzzy feelings for have the faintest idea.
So, the Sister is preggers. I'm not shocked at all. Apparently she's due in July. If her little brat is born on my birthday, I'm going to scream. I don't like sharing, especially my birthday.
The Sister (one of three sisters I have actually) is 20 (the other two being 11 and 4), not even close to graduating from college because she continues to fail classes, just recently moved her and her boyfriend (a long time friend of mine) into their own apartment after over a year of mooching off of his mother, and rarely keeps a job for longer than a few months because she gets bored and calls in sick a lot.
When my mom messaged me about it, she wrote, "You're going to be an aunt...and it's not Joey's." I replied with, "No shit Sherlock. My lil bro isn't that dumb." Like I said, it wasn't unexpected. I told my friends a couple of months ago that I was just waiting for the day that my mom told me my sister was pregnant. Looks like I'm psychic, eh?
And now I'm off to down a bottle of wine and bury myself in my studies so as to forget that I'm completely alone and neither of the boys who I currently have warm and fuzzy feelings for have the faintest idea.
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