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Alrighty. So last night was one of the single most frantic nights of my life. But I'm sure the next couple of days will kick last night's ass for frantic-ness.

We cleaned the apartment last night. And we're talking super-duper-there-is-not-a-spec-of-dirt-to-be-seen cleaning. And it sucked in the worst way possible. Stan and P had been cleaning since at least four. Once I got there and took the rest of the crap outta my room, I had to run to the store for lightbulbs and a steam vaccuum. When I got back, I busted my ass cleaning.

We were there until a 10:30 and super close to done when I gave up. I figured that I would just use my "come in an hour late" pass that I got at the xmas party.

This morning we were supposed to meet this guy about the house/apartment we want at 6:30. But because we couldn't get a hold of KJ to see if he could live with us. Or Smith, because he's suddenly an option (he's got a girlfriend! Yay!). We called the landlord dude and explained that we really wanted the place, but still didn't have a third roommate. We have until tomorrow. So this morning was spent frantically texting various characters trying to find someone who wanted to and could afford living with us. No real answers yet. Sucky.

Now I'm going to be leaving at 11 today to go back to the apartment. I think my mother is going to finish shampooing the carpet (there's only 2/3s of the living room left) and so I just need to make sure everything is spotless and drop off the keys. I don't know when the manager is going to want to do the walk-thru, but I wanna be there. She might scuff up the wall just to make us pay for it. Stupid woman. She's not even giving us a reference! Good or bad. That just upsets me.

Whatever.

This is one of those days where you look at the cursor blinking and have no idea how to say what you want to say.

I worked a lot this weekend. And even when I wasn’t working, it felt like I was working. This weekend kind of sucked.

Friday – Um, yeah, I worked all fucking day and all freaking night. Good times. Only not. At the shop, my boss and coworker decided they would get all in my face about me not having a place to live. They were trying to be helpful, but really just stressed me out a whole bunch. And I was trying to have a text conversation with Shaggy at that time, which was also stressing me out, so I ended up being a little bit of a bitch to him. I apologized, but he’ll prolly still hold it against me.

That was a stressed out conversation cause we were talking about how Arrow and Irish (people we work with) want us to hook up. And I was trying to stay neutral. Which was kind of hard to do.

He stopped by right when I got done with work and we ended up talking for quite awhile. He invited me ditch work and go to Madtown with him on Saturday. I really, really wanted to. But responsibility and all that…

Saturday I worked. I was so tired all day and was totally looking forward to five so I could go home and sleep… And finally at the end of the day, my boss asks me how late I can stay. I said something like I would appreciate leaving as soon as possible. She said well you let me know how late you want to stay and walked out the door.

Ummm, I don’t want to stay late. I want to leave! Let me go devil woman!

At 5:30 I asked her if it would be cool if I left. And she just looked at me for a minute and said all you have to do is pack right? I answered yeah, but my entire house. She then said I could leave, but it wouldn't really be cool. So I offer to stay a couple of more hours.

Immediately after that conversation I went into the bathroom and cried. Call me a baby, I don't fucking care. But I left at 5:45 after my boss hugged me and said that it would be ok. That pissed me off.

I cried the entire way home and for even longer once I got there. P curled up with me and we talked for a bit. After which I felt better so I took me a nap.

I didn't want to wake up, but alas I did. I had people to see. Tech had his friends from Chi town around to visit. That was just a really weird time. Like I wasn't in the talking mood. I just couldn't do it. I was tired and depressed and really smoked. I can't even explain what was going through my mind.

When I got home, P and I talked more. I packed more stuff and finally went to sleep at 3.

Only to wake up at 8 on Sunday morning. No good. I went and got packing tape and donuts and started the day. We packed and packed and packed. Shaggy came over with a big van from work and Stan came and helped too. My dad and sister stopped by and picked up my big tv, the dvd players and the other electronics that we didn't want in storage. We got a lot accomplished, but it's still not done.

After moving everything, Shaggy invited me to go to Pizza Hut and chill with him and his friends. I didn't want to go with P and Stan cause they were meeting up with Smith. Yeah, I still haven't dealt with that either. Not that I don't like him, I just don't really want to date him.

Again, I was super quiet. "Silent" I believe is what I was called more than once. But I was so tired I just didn't care. It was fun enough tho. He has cool friends.

I ended up staying the night in my parent's basement. I am just the defination of cool now.

The sky is just an awesome color of blue today. Not exactly different from any other day, but the fact that there aren’t really that many clouds just rocks.

I need a massage. It’s been so cold the last couple of nights, I’ve been curling up into a little ball when I sleep and not moving. So I’m a little sore. But what really sucks is, in my apartment, I’m the one with the magic hands.

Last night I finally watched Club Dread. I’m kind of disappointed. Sure it had it’s moments, but for the most part, it was just really … well boring. I just loved Steve Lemme’s character tho. Seriously, he was the best part. Except for the line right at the beginning about the guys nipples. So simple, but that may have been the best line ever.

Despite P opinion (a very strong "Oh god I can never get that time back"), Broken Lizard is still invited to live in our House of Love.

Shaggy came over and watched it with Stan, P and myself. He didn’t like Super Troopers, so he absolutely hated Club Dread. Oh well, I don’t really feel that bad cause he hates every movie. Excepting of course Empire Records. Whatev.

After the movie, we went out on the porch and talked. Neither of us are used to talking about ourselves (so we say) so I took out the trusty All About Me book and just asked away. And he answered. Eventually we didn’t need the book and just talked. Quite a bit. Until one in the freaking morning.

Most memorable argument last night:
“Why are you reading into everything I say?”
“Why are you reading into me reading into what you say?”

What’s a girl to do?

Last night, right after the office job, I went to look at an apartment (in town B if you remember the complex math problem I put forth a few days ago). Um, not where I want to live, even if I got the walk in closet, my own bathroom and balcony (cause yes they would be mine).

I still really want to live in the house/apartment thingy. I called up KJ and asked if he would still like to live with us. He said sure. I think. Well, in any case he has the guy’s number and is supposed to call today and make an appointment to see the house. I really hope he does this cause man, I wanna live there.

He also came over last night. I broke my phone right when he showed up cause I was a little upset (it kind of fell and I kind of threw it… ok, I threw it. So I throw things when I’m mad, big deal). He took me to the phone store place, but they were closed. In a moment of desperation I called out to God and said I would “never asked for anything else ever again…wait that’s a lie, but you already knew it was a lie because you’re God, so don’t listen to me.” And my phone started working. Did I just waste a miracle on a cell phone? Just kick me or something.

I think I could totally live with KJ. We chilled out on the couch. Man, that couch is magic. Sure it looks like crap (it would be gorgeous if it was reupholstered) but it’s touched.

We watched 50 First Dates, which is so very cute. He really wanted to drink so he ran to the store and got alcohol. I wasn’t going to drink, but in the end, after thinking about too many things I decided that I would. I know, that’s dumb. Dumb like a freshman. But I only had one and then I went to sleep. KJ slept on the couch to “keep me safe” because P and Stan had left for the night. He had drank more than me so I was happier keeping him off the road anyway.

Why was I upset like a little nambsy pansy? Well, Grover wants me to read his notebook. I’m not so sure that’s a great idea. P has read it. C has read it. Tech has read it. And now me? Ummm, sure I might be the person in question in Grover’s mind, but I just don’t know about this.

My thoughts are in such a tangle. I can't think about one thing without it automatically leading to something else completely unrelated.

When I think of moving I think of him. When I think of him, I think of her. When I think of her, I think of work. When I think of work, I think about how tired I am. When I think about how tired I am, I just get even more tired and think about my couch. And when I think about my couch I think about moving.

It's not too fun.

But P and I are a little more sorted out. We know where we're going to go if we can't find a place. But we can only stay there for a short time. So we still need to keep working on this thing.

Otherwise, I think I'm pissing off all the people who are trying to talk to me. Cause lately I only want to talk to one person, but am too scared to push anything too hard.

This month freaking sucks.

Who is stressed out? Come on, guess. Ok, I’ll give you a hint: Me.

Friday - I worked all day and then at the shop until 10. Grover stopped by to see me. YAY! We chilled out for awhile but he left pretty quick. The jerk.

MasterB, KJ and Geoff were sending text messages all night trying to get me to go out bowling. Ummm. I ended up going, but I didn’t bowl. And I left early. I thought I was being a real bitch, but when I apologized for it later, Geoff just said it seemed like I had a lot on my mind. Well, duh.

Saturday – Worked all day, 9-5. When I got home, I took a bath and tried to chill. I’m been so freaked out over everything. Some things I wrote about here, some I haven’t. All I want to do is fix everything without having to recognize the problem. Does that make sense?

Bepppo was going to be in town so I sat around waiting for him to call. Of course, I expected it much sooner than it came. I called Shaggy and asked him what was going on. He didn’t know. So I went and hung out with Tech. Really, Tech called and I talked to him for 20 minutes before I decided to drive out there. And then we talked the whole time I was driving and the whole time I was there. That was a lot.

Of course Beppo called when I got there. And then Shaggy called pretty quickly. Tech and I smoked real quick. And then sat there talking for another half hour. It was fun.

My ass drove all the way back to see Beppo. And I had to ask for a hug. And I don’t know if I’m paranoid, but his girl kept shooting me looks. I don’t think she likes me. We watched Most Extreme Challenge. And it’s funny sure, but it’s also horrible. Sink or float is the worst game. I don’t even want to think about it.

I called Shaggy and told him I didn’t want to meet him at the bar. I’m really freaked out about going into bars alone. Especially since I’m underage, a young girl in a hick town. Yeah, not so fun.

Ok picture this. Town A, B and C are in a triangle. I live in town B, Shaggy lives in town C. The bar we were going to was in town C, but Shaggy was in town A drinking. So I went and picked him up and drove on out to town C. My coworkers were there. Well, they aren’t really my coworkers. We just happen to work for the same company. They were drunk. And if I was, I prolly would have had more fun, but… I wasn’t.

Well I did have fun. I got to dance. I got to chill with the guys. But I spent most of the night fighting with Shaggy, including the drive there and most of the drive home. But fighting in a good way. We finally just talked normally for part of the drive home. Plus an additional hour and a half in the parking lot.

And I don’t know if I mentioned this, but one of the guys, we’ll call him Irish, he keeps trying to get me and Shaggy to start dating. And almost every time I looked at him while I was talking to Shaggy, he would just smile and nod. I finally got sick of it and flipped him off.

Later Arrow and Irish were talking. I walked over to say hi or something and all I hear was “we totally agree”.

Sunday – I was supposed to go with Beppo, Koko and everyone somewhere. But I was sleeping. So very sleeping. And when I wasn’t sleeping, I was hanging out with my da. Father’s Day and all. We went down to Mad town. Yummy Noodles and fun shopping.

Alrighty. I don’t want to talk about last night yet. So have a great day.

Alrighty, so I’m not in the best mood. In fact, I’m a little grumpy. And writing when I’m grumpy just kind of pisses me off. But we’ll see if it’ll do the opposite for a change.

So yesterday I did the best yet trap shooting. I shot 21/25 at the 16 yard mark and then 18/25 on the 20 yard mark for a total of 39/50. My goal was to average 30 for the season so I’m on my way. I just have to make up for all the 28s and a lowly 22.

Afterwards, I went over to my parents’ where a package of new clothes were waiting for me. I love clothes. A lot. And the stuff I received is all really cute. Yay.

I got home pretty early. It’s depressing to live alone. Sometimes I love it. But really, I miss having my best friend around me all the time. So what did I do? Smoke. And talk on the phone. Tech called and ranted. And ranted. And ranted. But I really didn’t mind. I think he may have overreacted to a situation, but I can see why he’s pissed. And then Grover called. I was having issues talking tho. I had been writing and my mind was just elsewhere.

Ok. So Stan asked P if she wanted to move to Mad town with him this fall. I just don’t know what to do about that.

And now. Jeeze. I just don’t know. I’m having some issues dealing with things right now. And writing about any of it hasn’t made me feel better. I just want to cry now.

Ok, so yesterday I skipped outta work early. I had to eat lunch with Koko (HAPPY BIRTHDAY), check out some apartments and go to Mad town.

No one answered the phone at any of the numbers I called for the apartments. Still. I mean, come on people. I’m going to be homeless so JUST ANSWER THE GOD DAMN PHONE!

I called Shaggy when I said I was going to, but he didn’t answer. Voicemail didn’t pick up either. So I just hung up and figured he would see my number on call id and call me back.

Lunch with Koko was fun. We went to some Chinese buffet and ate and laughed and ate and laughed and then we had ice cream.

Shaggy came and picked me up and off we were to Mad town. I’m not sure how much we talked on the way there, but talk we did. And then we spent something like two hours in the Buckle. That was a lot more fun for me than I thought it would be. Sure he was trying everything on, but I got to help dress him. Freaking hilarious. The sales chick was running all around and was really helpful. But I just had to laugh at the whole situation. I just couldn’t imagine Shaggy in these clothes. But he bought them. Several hundred dollars worth. Several plus several more hundred dollars worth. And he actually looked damn good.

After that, we went downtown to see my crazy buddy downtown. I’m not sure if I’ve named him here and I just don’t have the time to look. We walked on State for awhile, ate Noodles (!) and chilled at my buddies house. I could tell Shaggy was bored and I was bored, so we took off. To the best cd shop in town. Oh yeah.

On the way home we talked. A lot. Because I helped pick out his clothes, he said I get to be there when he unveils his new look. Seriously, I’m so excited! We’re going to go to bar that a coworker/friend of ours works at. That’s going to be fun. Cause I’ve never been out with them.

Beppo is also going to be in town. Him, his girl and maybe some of their friends are going to be in the area. Unfortunately on Father's day. What the hell people? Is my dad the only one that freaks out over that day or what? Whatever.

Who is sick of trying to find an apartment? Oh me! I am! I’m so incredibly frustrated that I could just sit down and cry. Which surprisingly I haven’t done yet. Give it time. What is it with landowners that they just don’t call people back? And not only do they not call people back, but they purposely don’t answer the phone so you are stuck in an endless state of worry, wondering if in fact you are going to have a place to live in two weeks. TWO WEEKS!

I’m so fucked.

Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.

Alright. Happy birthday to a great and dear friend Koko. That’s right, Koko has now left the wonderful stage of teenhood and is a full fledged 20 year old adult. Congrats to her. She rocks.

I’m leaving work at noon today I’ve decided. Great, I get all my vacation time back and then I got and blow it on any random day. Well, Shaggy and I are going to Mad town. Hopefully that will be a fun time and take my mind off the stupid apartment stuff, which I just can’t get away from. It sucks.

Hahaha, this is funny. Monday at lunch, my coworker friend (let's just call her Arrow) invited me to go out to Wallyworld with her. Well, she doesn't exactly ask, more like tells you she's going and that you're invited to go with and all the sudden you're going. She also asked Shaggy on the way out and he was considering it, until he found out I was going and then he said he would "definately go". We made jokes the whole time. And it totally pissed Arrow off. I'm definately ok with that.

I was extremely hyper at work last night. Extremely. I actually jumped up on the railing in front of the shop and offered to dance to get people to come buy coffee. They just laughed.

Shaggy and I were sending text messages for most of the night. Dunno what about. But we’re going to Madison tomorrow. I told him to call me last night so I could figure out what was going on. And we ended up talking for quite awhile. I have a tendency to ramble…and I was rambling.

It’s so hard to find an apartment. It’d be a lot easy if people would just answer their freaking phones. More and more it looks like I’m going to be moving back in with my mommy and daddy until I find a place. How bothered by this am I? Well, let’s see.

Pros:
Don’t have to pay rent, or at least not an insanely huge amount.
Can take my time looking for a quality apartment that I WANT to move in to.

Cons:
I’d have to move my stuff twice.
I’d be living with my parents.

A couple of people have offered to let me stay with them, a coworker and Smith. I could never live with this coworker. I mean, she’s nice enough, but we have extremely different personalities. (I smell a sitcom!) We would hate each other before the end of a month. And it’s a bit early to be moving in with Smith I think. Wow. Sure I’d have my own room and all but sheesh.

All in all, I’d rather live with my parents.

This weekend rocked. In a major way.

Friday – At lunch, the guys (the non-office workers) announced that they were going to have some drinks after work in one of the warehouses. I was cordially invited, the only office person asked to attend. I, in turn, invited a coworker friend.

After work, we got all set up and started drinking a bit. Well, the bosses found out and weren’t too keen on the idea. So we got sent away. I ended up going to a bar with my coworker friend and another lady in the office. Yeah, not too fun. I’d rather hang out with the guys. So I called up Shaggy and asked if he would pick me up on his way to where all the guys were going. He said he would. Nice guy. On the way there (it was a long drive) we talked. Earlier someone said something about us being friends and he said we weren’t. On the drive I gave him shit for it. He explained how he was just so cool that people usually come to him and ask to hang out. And since I didn’t do that, he assumed that I didn’t want to be friends, not to mention I’m a bitch. I called him an ass and we decided that we would be friends.

When we got to the ball field where two of the guys were playing, we sat ourselves on the coolers and watched. My coworker friend and her cousin showed up. I sent a text to Smith and asked him to pick me up here when he was ready to go to the show. He showed up in five minutes, but just wanted to hang out for a while.

When we finally did take off, I’d forgotten my purse in Shaggy’s car. As he unlocked it, I said something along the lines of “so did you lie to [coworker]…” and I stopped talking cause I realized it made no sense. I know it had to do with his “I’m so cool people come to me” line. But I didn’t make much sense. He heard it tho and wondered what I was talking about. I didn’t tell him cause I didn’t know. I mean, come on, drinking with no tolorance on an empty stomach? Yeah, I knew what I was saying.

Smith and I drove to the bar where Stan was waiting. As soon as we walked in the door I saw Drummer Boy. RUN AWAY! Not really. I just walked on by and had Stan order me a drink. When I felt I could, I walked up to Drummer Boy and asked for a cigarette. He gave me one (what’s he going to do, say no?) and started going on about how busy he’s been with three bands and a job and wow just so much has happened. I said that’s nice, and oh my drink is over there I gotta go. And walked away.

We got upstairs no problem, and sat on the balcony talking. The warm up band was hours late. So there was plenty of time to talk. Smith and one of his friends went to another bar for cheap shots. Stan and I talked until they came back. That was fun. He’s a cool dude. Sometime, after they came back I think, I saw an old friend and met her entire group of friends and their friends and on and on. It was fun. And not to mention the whole night Shaggy and I were sending text messages. Good times.

Jimmy Newquist himself started playing so I went inside with Smith. Where I saw another friend. I sat talking with him for quite awhile. Finally I gave up and just enjoyed the show. Or at least tried to. Smith left for a moment and Drummer Boy walked up to me and started talking. I don’t know how he started, but I know he said he was an ass. I agreed. And then he asked could he at least get his dvds back? At least? Fuck you, they’re mine now. I didn’t tell him that, but if he’s sooo busy then I don’t think I’ll ever see him to give them back. Whoops, sucks for him.

Saturday – I worked all day. My boss gave me the option of leaving at 5:30, but I stayed until 11:00. It was a pretty fun day. I got to hand out samples on the street and Shaggy and I were texting all day. He stopped into the shop, but didn’t see me, so he left. When really, I was just in back. Quitter. So he said he would stop by again. He did. And I sat outside with him and his cousin for awhile chatting. He wouldn’t stop bringing up the comment I had made the night before about him lying to our coworker. I didn’t care/still can’t really explain it. So I kept pushing him away from it. But he just didn’t give up. The jerk.

Sunday - I woke up at 9 and watched Berserk until Stan came and picked me up. We drove out to where P was training and spent the day with her and her family. It was neat, riding in the big ol’ army trucks, but I never want to join any military force. Ever.

Stan and I also stopped to see Grover. We sat in the hallway and chatted for an hour or so. I left him my hack and he gave me a chocolate bar.

Shaggy and I were still fighting over text messages about the dumb alcohol fueled comment. Just let it go man!

And this morning he didn’t even say hi. The bast’d.

Yes, it's raining. And raining. And raining. And whoops, it's flooded. The river that run through town is normally a quiet, peaceful stream really. And today it was a torrential river! My "riverfront property" (really a drainage stream thing) is a swampland. Everything is soaked.

And last night, I just couldn't stay out of the rain. At first it was on purpose and fun, but after the sixth trip out to my car to find my missing celly....it got old.

I worked at the shop last night. Not a soul ordered a refreshing beverage. So I got to leave at 8. It took me twice as long as normal to drive home. There was water creeping up on both sides of the highway. When I had to go down a hill, I thought it was going to sweep my little car (and me in it) away to Oz. Which would have been pretty cool, the munchkins and all that.

Spaz came over last night. We talked the usual. But then he also told me some stories from when he was younger. Wow. Not what I was expecting from his life. He's such a happy go lucky guy and I never would have guessed that his life wasn't always like that.

Ok, I was in bed and curled up with a book at 11:00. And then the phone rings. I didn't recognize the number except that it was a Colorado number. I was pretty sure Kasey had already left for Italy, but I had to make sure. So I answered it. It was Timber. He needed a ride.

Oh I can't even tell you how pissed off I was. But I went and picked him up. I didn't way a word to him either. I couldn't, I would have gone off on him. And I fucking dare him to call me a bitch for not acknowledging him.

Now that I've gotten to know him a little, I've decided that I don't need to be his friend. Normally I'd be his friend, even if I didn't like him that much, because it would be nice because he doesn't have any in this state. But this is one charity case I'm turning down. Why?

1.He embarrassed me. And I barely know him. There is such a thing as tact.
2.He asked for my confidence and then disregarded my request for the same. And then he asked Lion to lie to me. Which is so dumb cause it was this whole triangle of gossip. I don't need to be a part of that.
3.He and I do not have matching personalities. He's a know-it-all and I cannot stand know-it-alls. Like I have an incredible dislike for know-it-alls. I'm getting annoyed just thinking about it.
4.He treats me like a taxi. It would be one thing if it was just across town or something, but it's 20 minutes away on a good day. And I picked him up while I was on a date!
5.He insulted my coffee shop. The bast'd.

And just so you know, the only reason I'm listing everything is because I feel really guilty for getting so angry. It's just a little thing. A fellow human needed a ride and asked me for help and I decided to write him off forever? Yeah. Basically.

I sent a text message to Grover saying that I actually could hit someone I was so angry (I'm such a nonviolent person it's sad). So he called right away even tho he had to wake up at seven (I did too, but couldn't sleep after that). We talked for awhile and caught each other up on the happenings. I didn't realize I missed him so much.

That was a lot freaky. I was sitting in my office this morning reading a book. There was enough light coming through the window so I didn't need to turn on a light. When suddenly the lights just turned on. I was five feet away from the switch and the only person around.

YAY for skipping work. I left at 12 yesterday. Mostly so I could take a nap. But I also went groccery shopping, that's an accomplishment.

Smith called me up at 5 and said that we couldn't go dancing (it wasn't a youngin night, Indigo- you'd be ok with that :P). So we made plans to watch the second Matrix movie after I went and looked at another apartment.

The apartment I looked at? Yeah, tiny. My bed would fill up the entire bedroom. Or at least it would be close. It has a pool and that's kick ass, but not worth it. Especially in the winter.

Smith came over and we ordered pizza. Yum. And watched some of the Matrix movie. But it was sooo hot in my apartment that we hung out on the balcony for most of the time.

Having P out of the apartment for a long period of time is a little strange. It's amazing how fast I get used to living alone. I miss her, but it's pretty cool at times.

Oh my gosh, Troy is so very, very horrible. Wow. Spaz asked me if I wanted and I foolishly said yeah. I was so incredibly bored. But one just has to laugh at the horrible script, the dramatic overacting and awful camera work. It was soooo cheesy! Seriously, it was bad. They prolly spent all the money on the actors (Brad, Orlando...how could you be a part of this?) and then had nothing left for props or scenery or anything more than a camcorder. If you liked it, I'm sorry. But wow.

That said, I liked Hector and Achilles characters. They were pretty decent. I'm glad I saw it, but I doubt I will ever sit through the entire thing again.

Spaz liked it. That's not saying much.

We had fun last night. There was a lot of time driving so we got to chat. It's neat being able to talk to a guy about relationships. Because as many guy friends as I have, I don't really have one that I can talk as plainly as I can in front of Spaz.

In other news, I supposed to go dancing tonight. Smith invited me. But I'm so freaking tired. I don't want to back out, but I don't want to go. I need to get the ball rolling on this apartment thing too. So something has got to give.

BBC - Science & Nature - Human Body and Mind - Mind - Disgust

Oh this was so disgusting...surprise. Take it and see if I lie.

Friday – I worked all day and all night. My only form of entertainment was text messages. Thanks to Grover and Smith. (Smith asked me if I wanted to do something Saturday!)

Saturday – I worked all day. Timber was there with me for a bit cause I gave him a ride. On the drive he asked questions about Lion. Lion lies. I tell the truth. So Lion isn’t so happy with me because of that. But I think Lion is completely wrong to bring this young (he’s 18 and just outta high school) fairly innocent guy up here, who wants to be Lion’s boyfriend while Lion is all about just playing around. I don’t think that’s fair and I wouldn’t feel right standing by while this kid was taken advantage of.

However, when we got to the shop, he just annoyed me. He kept trying to drill me on coffee drinks because he used to work at BuckStars. I just wasn’t having it. He tasted our espresso and thought he was so cool for explaining how it was done. Really, it just made me want to write him off as a know it all.

But it was a fun day. My parents came by and I got to make them drinks. Spaz showed up and stayed for an hour kicking hack with me. When I got done, he said he would meet me at my house. I went home and what did I do? Fell asleep. It scared the crap outta me when he rang the buzzer an hour later.

We smoked and talked. And talked and talked. And then played Road Rage. I called Smith and he came over. After a quick game, Spaz took off and Smith and I went to pick up Timber. He was stuck at work without a ride home and I’m a nice person. Which fuckin sucks seeing as it’s a 45 minute drive there and back. And I was supposed to be on a date. And gas is quite expensive these days. Anyway, I (with Smith) picked his ass up and brought him all the way back to Lion’s. Then drove all the way back. Whatever.

However, on the drive to take Timber back to Lion’s, Timber had to go open his mouth to embarrass me. He was trying to figure out if he knew Smith from any of the truth I had told him. So suddenly he bursts out with “Oh, is this the prospective boyfriend?” My gosh, I just couldn’t say anything. Finally I squeaked out “You could put it like that.” All Smith could do was laugh.

Smith and I went out to dinner. We got a special pizza that wasn’t on the menu (we’re special!). That was most enjoyable. Great pizza.

And then off to Harry Potter. That was a long ass movie. And I honestly couldn’t tell you if it was better or worse than the other ones. All I know is that it served as an ok visual guide to the book. I could not stop thinking about Dragonheart tho whenever Lupin was onscreen.

After the movie, he dropped me off at home and we made plans to go to lunch on Sunday. It was one in the morning and I was so freaking tired.

Sunday – I woke up at 9 when Timber called for a ride to work, I’m assuming. But I didn’t answer it. Fuck that. I ain’t your taxi. I turned my phone off and went back to sleep.

I woke up again at 12:30. Hor-fucking-ray for sleeping in. I called Spaz cause he left his phone at my house. I called Smith to tell him I had to drop Smith’s phone off. I called Lion to ask why Timber had called. Lion ended up going with me to drop off Spaz’s phone. And I got another (fake) tattoo!

The rest of the day was spent with Smith, mostly at my parent’s (I was doing laundry). But we went on a walk, we got ice cream and just drove around. It was fun.

I totally have Cannibal stuck in my head. That's crazy cause I haven't seen it in months.

I'm sick of saying it as much as everyone is sick of hearing it, but I'm freaking tired. I keep yawning and it's just driving me crazy.

Thank goodness I didn't have to work last night. That prolly would have killed me. We had to trap shoot last night. And welly, I didn't do as well as I had hoped I would, but I did better than last time. That's all I'm asking for.

My friend ScaryM called me last night. She just graduated from high school and had a bunch of news for me. We're supposed to hang out this weekend.

I was supposed to go to dinner with D. But I forgot all about it and went to see The Day After Tomorrow instead. I'm not quite sure where they got the title from, but whatever. It was a decent movie as long as it was in the theater. At home it would have sucked.

So Grover and P both leave today. How sad. Two weeks without two of my best friends. However, it gives me a chance to hang out with friends that I've been neglecting.

As far as this whole apartment thing...wow. The applicantion is mostly filled out. We're just trying to figure out credit references and the like. And then the whole third roommate thing...hmmm. We were talking about KJ. P's worried cause they're exs. And KJ is a little crazy. I'm pretty sure I could live with him, he's cool. Plus if there are major issues, he's not going to be on the lease so he could move out. Oh well, we'll see.

All yesterday while working. At my day job, at the shop...seriously, it kind of sickens me. Well, it doesn't bother me at the day job, but I feel really bad for not having anything to do at the shop. I made a cappuccino and a latte yesterday. That's it. Of course I was only there from 5:30 until 9:45.

But a lot of people stopped by the shop and said hi. My sister and mother came by. KJ sat with me for prolly an hour or more. We had a fun talk. I really miss that kid. Oh and I met Lion's new imported boyfriend, Timber. They met when Lion went home to visit his family in Colorado. I guess Timber just moved up here the day before yesterday. He seems pretty cool.

P and I went and checked out an apartment yesterday. It's in a house instead of a complex, so that's different. It's also older and kind of run down. But P and I both really like it. There are three bedrooms and two of them are huge! The only major problem is the tiny bathroom that doesn't have a bathtub. I love me some baths so that sucks. But otherwise, it's really neat. That's only $575 plus utilities (in our apt now we only pay electric) so it's a jump in price. But, we can have other roommates! So yay!

Great news! Well, for me. Jimmy Newquist, formerly of Caroline Spine is going to be at a bar nearby. And I get to go! YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!! I'm actually going with Stan. See, he got tickets for him and P, but P is going to be gone for two weeks. And I'm in love with Jimmy so P told him to take me! The only requirement is that I have to make out with him and Stan gets to take pictures for P. And if that's what she wants...I suppose I'll take it for the team.

Oh, cause I was in my kitchen and I heard it, so I came out.

Ok, so here’s how it went down. Our lease was up at the end of May. We weren’t really keeping track. What can I say? We were actually expecting the manager to call or drop by with a new lease to sign. But I guess she didn’t like us (maybe it’s because she’s a heinous bitch), so out we go.

And it’s not a very good time right now. P is going to be at AT for two weeks and I’m working all the freaking time. So how in the world are we supposed to set up a new place to live and move? Who knows, but we’ll get ‘r done.

I’m going to miss my apartment. I have a kick ass view with birds singing in the morning and frogs croaking at night. My balcony is my favorite place in the world. But really, I’m incredibly happy that we won’t have to live under the reign of that woman. And P is too. So hopefully we can find another apartment that we like that’s cheap. Cause we were spoiled with this one. Three bedrooms for $565? Unreal.

Moving on (no pun intended... well, maybe a little bit). Last night was a busy night again. But busy in a fun way. When I got home, P and I talked a bit about the whole apartment thing and we already have appointments today to check out other places.

Grover came over and I went to my guitar lesson. My parents had some stuff of mine, so when I went over there my sister was there and we all sat down to dinner. It was a fun time. I miss my family.

I went home and P was jumping into the shower. Grover and I started watching the Blue Collar Comedy Tour. Funny stuff. I’m still not a fan of the redneck jokes, but maybe it’s cause I haven’t really seen much of that (sure I’ve seen some, I have family in Arkansas).

Smith, Spaz and Stan all came over. Spaz and I smoked quick and then we all sat down and watched Following. Great movie. That was seriously so cool. If you like Memento, this is better (same director, just better in every way).

The Russian came over before it was ending and was totally lost. Of course, that wouldn’t have been hard. I think he had been drinking for awhile.

Spaz and Grover took off after the movie. I went and took a shower real quick like and everyone else watched Aqua Team.

And of course we had alcohol here so Smith and the Russian were drinking all night. The three of us got into a conversation about love while smoking cigarettes on the balcony. How does that happen? I barely know either of them and for the “sake of conversation” am answering questions about my love life. I have to give Smith credit tho, it was pretty smooth. Really, the Russian is having issues with a girl and needed advice.

So when the Russian went inside (after running right into the screen door) Smith took the opportunity to ask if I wanted to go out sometime. Well, yeah. So he started talking about where and what. So far, it sounds really awesome. He wants to go to Milwaukee, have dinner and see a musical. Who knows if he was bullshitting or not. But he likes musicals so bonus. Oh wait, he’s an artist too. Double bonus.

Ok, I was totally going to write something, but wow did my mind go blank. Oh yeah. I ended up staying up until 1:30 or something and drunk. I didn’t even drink that much…wait. It just didn’t seem like that much. But two shots of Goldschlager and stealing drinks off everyone else’s beverages adds up. You just don't really realize it until you're laying in bed and the room is spinning.

My mom would be so proud.

I was walking out the front door this morning and the apartment manager is RIGHTOUTSITDETHEDOOR! This woman is one of the most bitter and unhappy person I've ever met. And nothing will satisfy her. So she asks "Who are you?" I tell her and she hands me an envelope. Apparently P and I have until June 30, 2004 12:30pm to vacate the properties.

These last couple of days have really worn me out. So I've been sitting at work, trying not to cry as I mourn my lack of sleep, loss of free time, busted ass computer and stolen apartment.

I can't say I've been entirely successful.