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It's true. There are plenty of examples. Just watch me wait tables with women at them. 99% of the time, the woman will be a bitch to me no matter how nice I am. And it always seems that she thinks I'm wanting her boyfriend/husband. This is definitely not the case.
What's so great about LJ is that nobody in the "real" world knows this even exists. They have no idea that I write all of my personal thoughts and all that jazz in here. Which is fabulous for me. I can be as frank and brutally honest as I feel I must be.
Oh and don't I need that today.
Back to the whole girls-hate-me thing. Okay. We're low on waitresses. They're hiring my boyfriend's cousin. Both me and Jeremy thought this to be a ridiculous idea. And it wasn't just us. I'm not the type to keep what I think much of a secret so I told one of the girls I work with, who by the way I thought I could trust. I was so sadly mistaken. She went back and told that girls sister who also works with us. Well, you can see how that panned out. I get a call from Jeremy asking me if I told someone about how I didn't want her to work there. I said yeh, and he said that they told his cousins. Why they called him is beyond me, but whatever. He doesn't care. It's just the point that the girl told her what I had said. All I said was that I didn't want to work with her. End of story. Now there's all kinds of variations on what I really said.
The girl who went back and told everyone else is truly a bitch. Like not a mild bitch. No, the real deal. All fake and plastic-y on the outside and pure evil bitchness inside. I mean, who does that kinda stuff? Are we seriously back in 7th grade? But it gets better! I believe I know the reason she started all this. Get this--one of the other girls we work with was at one time one of my arch enemies [long story short she and my boyfriend used to like each other--stupid, I know, but at the time it was like..horrible or something]. So ex-arch enemy used to be pretty good friends with Little Miss I Have The Runs Of The Mouth. They aren't so close anymore--well, my once arch enemy is now a pretty good friend and Little Miss is jealous. How stupid. I know. It's all very ridiculous to me.
I haven't had caffeine in, I'd say over a month, and now I'm finishing up an iced coffee from Starbucks and I feel like I might just jump/scream/bounce right out of the door. Not a feeling I should have at 10:00 at night. A;DKFJA;DFJ.
It's a beautiful thing, guys, it's a beautiful thing.
- Location:MY BEDROOM FINALLY!
- Mood:
bitchy - Music:"Guilty Pleasure" Cobra Starship
I'm so tired, when I'm walking around campus I'm really not thinking that I'm moving. I'm on autopilot.
Here's some key points in my life that I may or may not explain after I type them. Who knows how I'll feel after typing a few sentences.
+ I have a second job. I work a little boutique my friend's sister owns.
+ My roommates boyfriend has a warrant out for his arrest.
+ I have finals next week.
+ I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled on the 17th.
+ I have decided that all fake people need to be purged from my life and I need to stop playing their game and just ignore there asses.
+ I have three essays and a paper to write--and I can barely think I'm so tired.
*le sigh*
I typed that, I sat there for a moment and stared. I want to continue typing. I need to get some of this stuff out of my head. Maybe I'll feel lighter and a lot less stressed. I wish.
I'm overwhelmed. I'm stressed. I want to just sleep and.. I don't even know.
Last night at work I was sure I'd burst into tears at any second. I was just having a bad night, and everyone I tried to talk to either made fun of me or just told me to stop complaining because there was nothing I could do about it. So, I just stopped talking. I didn't talk to anyone but my tables. I didn't want to talk. I didn't find a need to talk. Nobody would listen anyway. One of the girls I worked with pretends to listen but I got so fed up with her generic response of "Oh really?!" That I was pretty sure I'd kick her in the face.
I think I want to run away to Jamaica. I asked Jeremy if anyone would care---he said some people would. Damnit.
- Location:computer lab
- Mood: irate
- Music:none
I hate when people say their lives are horrible. I know I went through that stage, and sometimes I still gripe about the way things are going, but dude, I know when to stop. And I know that I really don't have it that bad. People are just irratating lately.
However, I do love my besties, Brooke.. and duh Jeremy :] They make me happy right on the inside. Oh yeh, and Kasey is pretty great too. I love having friends that I can seriously talk about ANYTHING with. I mean.. just plain gross things that you wouldn't talk about with anyone else. That's true friendship.
I feel nauseated, I just ate a ice cream Reeses' Pieces thing. Not smart. It feels like my stomach is turning inside out.
Ew. I miss Jeremy. I haven't really been able to spend time with him 'cause of work, school and fishing. He's at a touranment right now. Win some money, baby!
I took this picture a billion years ago. Just thought I'd show it off.
I need to start taking pictures again. I miss my picture stories.
- Mood:
discontent - Music:Save Me Unwritten Law
But to backtrack to last weekend, I have stories to tell.
( The Real Life Plastic Bitch )
Nothing of a real excitment has happened other than those things. I'm sick right now with I don't know what-and all I can do is sneeze and sniffle, sneeze and sniffle. I took some medicine at 12:30 and I've been drowsy all day. I fell asleep for over an hour this afternoon--and couldn't really wake up for the rest of the day. Right now it's kinda wearing off..but I still have that vague feeling of being drunk. It's weird. And I was so damn whiney this afternoon. I kept telling Jeremy I wanted to be closer to him but he as close as he could get but I kept whining anyway. I was so completely out of it because of that medicine it was terrible. Bleh. I wanna feel better.
- Location:warm bed
- Mood:
sick - Music:TheshufflemodeonmyiPod
Oh yeh. I'm on probation for TOPS because I made a 2.4 GPA instead of a 2.5. Fuck you, TOPS, fuck you. You come sit your happy ass in the classes I took this semester and make straight A's. [[I did pass math, by the way]].
Ugh.
The Christmas party was fun.
I danced on a table with my boss.
She's hilarious.
I got really, REALLY drunk. I cried when Jeremy danced with Sara. [Can we say emotional drunk?]. I cried when we got back to his house and we couldn't go to sleep together. I'm a weenie at times.
Jeremy's fantastic. I can say I love him pretty damn much.
I'll have pictures of our night up soon enough.
- Mood: pissed off
- Music:df;k
