baby, I’m just bad news

Today’s work experience was 32432 x better than yesterdays. Thank God. Yesterday = bad. Today = better. I am off tomorrow so hells yeah. I bought those amazing little cadburry eggs. Not those big ones with creamy filling. I got those ones in the bag and they are sugary-shell coated. OH YEAH. Those are my favorite thing ever. I will probably eat the whole bag and gain 3243 pounds, but hell yeah, they are delish.

I’ve been listening to Rilo Kiley a lot yesterday and today and I think everyone should listen to them. If you have never heard them you should tell me so I can hit you in the face. :) It’s amazingness.

I was late to work today. I had alarm clock mishaps. Yes, I did. Damnit.

Speaking of work…I like Mr. Collins a lot. He is hella nice.

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god put a smile on your face

I blog too much, I have decided this. Oh well. I couldn’t go to sleep last night. last thing I knew it was almost four in the ay em. How retarded. I am really sad about going to work. I hope I don’t have to work with that bitchy new lady manager with the attitude problem. ick. I feel like I need Mexican Villa…damn work crampin’ my style.

I really like my acrylic paint pens.

Someone should volunteer go to a park with me soon.

Its Spring Break bitches.

I have nothing else to say.

I like taco bell too much

Today I heard something slightly disturbing–78% of people will have extramarital sex. Thats fucked up. I knew people were ridiculous assholes…but I didn’t know that many people were. Fuck em all. All I know is that I am part of the other 22% and I plan on marrying someone from that 22% but if my husband is part of that 78% I’m probably going to kill him, and that is just that.

((of course those stats came from a fucktard weirdo bitch, but nonetheless))

I hate people. have a nice evening/night =)

army national shut the fuck up

hahaha.  People make me laugh.  Some random person thought I should be thinking about joining the Army National Guard.  If that is not a joke I don’t know what is.  I almost felt bad for saying no and acting like I would never even contemplate doing such a thing.  weird.  on a completely unrelated side note, I do not like it when people smell like dog crap, cat piss, human feces, human piss, or any combination of those.  Obviously vacation is over.

I’m fucking tired.  eight hours of stuff like that has seriously worn me out.  I need another vacation already.  I don’t feel like doing the homework I obviously need to do.  On a completely RELATED side note, I have a B in Spanish.  And it is almost guaranteed to go up.  Oh how wonderful.

gravity rides everything

I was reading the blogs on my old MySpace that I completely forgot about. I thought I deleted it. Anyways, it was shocking to read the pathetic things I had written. I guess most of them are from about a year ago. They are pitiful, and I was embarrassed for myself. There are over sixty ridiculous blogs. I’m sure that when people read them they were like, “This girl has fucking lost her marbles.”

The truth is, I think I did actually lose my marbles. I hate to think that was the person I was and I like to pretend that it wasn’t me. However, it was. It’s so great to see how much I have changed in only a year. You don’t notice the subtle changes that occur over the course of a year because time really does go so fast. But when you have something to look back at and compare with the present it is much easier to notice. I used to be dependent on other people, I used to be a sad sad joke. I guess I actually do have to cut myself some slack because I was going through a bad time but even though. I really hope I was never perceived in the way it seems like I would have been. If I was someone other than myself reading those I would have felt sorry for the person. I’ve never wanted anyone to feel sorry for me. It makes me sick that it came off like like.

I guess the best part of it is that I have changed in such a good way. I feel so much more mature and able to deal with many more different situations now. I almost deleted the whole MySpace but I just can’t bring myself to delete the blogs. I feel like it is a part of me and I hate deleting any part of myself. I shouldn’t feel ashamed because at least I am not in that same position or state of mind. I guess in a year I will read them again and it will probably sound like some nineteen year old wrote that pile of ridiculous shit. But the truth is, a nineteen year old did write them…and in a year from now I will be almost 22 so I am sure I will be more accepting of it.

I wonder who I will be in a year from now. Hopefully someone awesome.

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skillet on the stove,
it’s such a temptation
maybe I’ll be the special one
that doesn’t get burnt

-jenny owen young

sweet marie, there’s a hole where your heart should be

I just watched The Wedding Singer for the gizzilionth time in my life. No one has ever written a song about me. wtf? I’m adding it to my list of requirements, even if they aren’t musically inclined. haha.

Anyways, my vacation is almost over and I am kind of ticked off about that. I’m also ticked off at how mindless the show “Next” and “Exposed” are. It just proves my point that dumb asses out number us awesome people. Such a shame.

There are a lot of movies coming out Friday and the next month that I have to see. Por ejemplo, the movie coming out with Mark Wahlberg, Shooter. I can’t get enough of that little fucker ever since I saw Fear oh so long ago. I also need to see Blades of Glory, I Think I Love my Wife, Skinwalkers, Blackbook, In the Land of Women, and The Perfect Stranger…just to name a few.

I really don’t have much else to say. So I’ll leave you with this: BACKAWWWWW.

you better speak up

one of my kind-of-used-to-be-a-long-time-ago friends called me today. I must say, the conversation did not end on a good note. First of all, we never talk and she randomly calls me. At first it appears to be for no reason which I must admit creeped me out to begin with. Then she awkwardly asked me if I was still with “whats-his-face” –those were her words. Interesting. Anyways, I say no. She is all asking for details–which equally creeped me out. Then I realized she brought it up so she could “ease” into her situation. She was like “aren’t you going to ask about me and Josh?” What the fuck? Who says that to someone. So I knew something was up and she was going to tell me. So just for shits and giggles I ask. The conversation that followed is what pissed me off the most. Let’s just keep in mind this is probably the nicest guy this bitch will have ever found, but we will get to that in a minute:

Me: “So what about you and Josh?”
Her: “There is no me and Josh.” *giggles*
Me: “ok…”
Her: “Don’t you want to know what happened?”
Me: “sure”
Her: “I thought I still loved him, but I definately am not attracted to him anymore and I was so bored of him…so I just made up this lie that someone told me he was cheating on me so I could break up with him…funny right?” *laughter*
Me: “Actually, I think you are a crazy bitch, weren’t you together three years?”
Her: ” yeah, Why?”
Me: “Because you have always been a superficial, lying fucker, and I never really understood why someone so awesome was with such a fucktard. I hope you had fun with him because he is probably the last person of any sort that you can get to put up with your pathetic bullshit. You kind of make me sick. But at least youre happy, right?”
her: “fuck you” *click*

Well, ladies and gentlemen, the truth hurts.

heart cooks brain

I think something bad might happen soon.  Everything is pissing me off a little more than usual.  por ejemplo… extremely slow drivers, yellow lights, teachers talking, people who blare rap music in the car next to me…just random things that don’t usually bother me that much.  Oh well.

I got my purse this morning after my eight 0 clock class.  I love it.  Let’s not discuss how much money I dropped for it.  That would be discouraging.

The guy at work likes me.  I swear.  At least he won’t be there anymore when I get back from vacation.  I sound like such a bitch, but I’m not I swear.  It just seems like all the wrong people like me.  I mean, this guy is boring, never stops smiling, listens to terrible music, and is probably in his upper twenties.  He doesn’t interest me really.  There was nothing we had in common, other than a job at walgreens.  They say opposites attract–but, please, spare me the bullshit.  You need things to talk about, you need to enjoy some of the same things, you need to be going in the same direction, you need alikeness, damnit!  I just get tired of these crazies who really dont know anything about me–liking me.

which brings me to my next point.  I hate guys who wear their pants to their knees.  I hate it when they dangle below their ass.  fucking idiots.  Pull your pants up.  Everytime I see someone doing that I want to shoot them in the fucking eyeball.

have a nice night!

((I’d also like to add that this blog gets quite a bit of traffic, however no one bothers to leave me a comment.  It’s sad.  Even if it’s to say “what the fuck is your problem…this shit is completely repugnant you narcissistic bitch.”–that would be nice.))

So I dont blame you if you never come to see me

things I should have said:

1.) It could get be worse? Yes it could be, if you don’t get the hell out and leave me alone. Why don’t you shut the fuck up and go home. Have a great day.

2.) I think you are nasty. Last time I checked having herpes was not a good thing, so maybe you should stop trying to give other people advice.

3.) No, I will not go on a date with you because you are the epitome of idiocy, and when you speak I feel like shooting myself in the ears.

4.) You are the one who fucked this whole thing up. I retract any blame I ever put on myself because every passing day I realized how fucked up you were. So the only thing I am going to apologize for is for ever apologizing for anything that you actually manipulated me into thinking I did.

5.) The only reason you can’t stop throwing up and your temperature is so low and you have to be taken to the hospital is simply because me and Josh empited an entire bottle of Visene into your water bottle and not because you think you ate some bad chicken. I didn’t know the result would be so dangerous, but then again you never should have fucked with me. =)