Monday, July 19, 2004
I haven’t died.
For the most part: Same shit, different day. I’m still working a lot. I still sleep whenever I get the chance. And I’m still really happy with my new guy.
As for the differences:
I have a new home. On some occasions I love it. Other times I really hate it and think it’s a ghetto piece of crap. But for the most part, I have a big room. And that wins.
I have new roommates. I finally got to hang out with them too! There was a couple inspired hang out night, completely unintentional, Potter and his girl, Stan and P, and me and my man. Good times. I think Potter is definitely going to love living with P and myself. On Sunday morning, P and I rushed into his room with krispy kremes, water and smoke. We woke him up, but I don’t think he minded too much.
I hate my jobs. Oh wait. That’s not new. But I have been working on a resume. So hopefully I’ll get that all up to date and find a new job! YAY!
So I was supposed to go to the Vans Warped Tour tomorrow. I don’t know if that’s going to happen now. Apparently, I can’t take a freaking day off work because I have to babysit my supervisor. No, really I have to learn how to do a project that isn’t going to be done until December. That’s why I have to learn it tomorrow and never any other day. That makes me mad. Especially since it’s my birthday on Wednesday and I have to work all day long. ALL DAY! From 8 in the morning until 10 at night. I’m not really happy about that.
And I’m prolly not going to get to go to Country Thunder this weekend. Because I can’t take time off my other job. How fucking shitty is that? Two different concert events with a million bands, for FREE and I can’t go. I’m totally going to argue this.
As for the differences:
I have a new home. On some occasions I love it. Other times I really hate it and think it’s a ghetto piece of crap. But for the most part, I have a big room. And that wins.
I have new roommates. I finally got to hang out with them too! There was a couple inspired hang out night, completely unintentional, Potter and his girl, Stan and P, and me and my man. Good times. I think Potter is definitely going to love living with P and myself. On Sunday morning, P and I rushed into his room with krispy kremes, water and smoke. We woke him up, but I don’t think he minded too much.
I hate my jobs. Oh wait. That’s not new. But I have been working on a resume. So hopefully I’ll get that all up to date and find a new job! YAY!
So I was supposed to go to the Vans Warped Tour tomorrow. I don’t know if that’s going to happen now. Apparently, I can’t take a freaking day off work because I have to babysit my supervisor. No, really I have to learn how to do a project that isn’t going to be done until December. That’s why I have to learn it tomorrow and never any other day. That makes me mad. Especially since it’s my birthday on Wednesday and I have to work all day long. ALL DAY! From 8 in the morning until 10 at night. I’m not really happy about that.
And I’m prolly not going to get to go to Country Thunder this weekend. Because I can’t take time off my other job. How fucking shitty is that? Two different concert events with a million bands, for FREE and I can’t go. I’m totally going to argue this.
