Sat. night and the Peppermint.
So, once again...and update with Jim...we're together and we're good. He gets all spastic about shit and I don't understand him half the time, but we're finally on the same page now, so that's all good.
Anyway, my big thing was this weekend, particuarly Saturday. I work on Saturday at the Bug. I still can't believe that I walked into that place looking for a white belt (which I eventually purchased at Wal-Mart anyway) and was offered a job the next morning...I guess that's the way things work out with me. THEN, I had plans for saturday night with Heather and Bob-itty-bob-bob-bob. ~he he eh. I had tons of fun at the Peppermint, however things took a turn for the worse on the way home. Mental note~ buy Heather Fabreeze auto. I feel SO freaking bad. I was horking all night. I made them pull over once on the way to Sheetz, and then I horked in two different bags three times...one bag had a hole in it. Once I got home things get shady in my mind. I remember sitting on a green folding chair that just happened to be outside my house and watching Heather and Bob drive away in the Stang while puking. I eventually called Jim on my cell then when into the house to call him from the house line cuz he couldn't hear me well. I remember kicking mom out of my bed, and as she was getting up I had to hork again, so I ran into the bathroom and couldn't quite make it to the toilet, so I hit the sink instead...while simultaneously getting yelled at by my mother. Things get really shady from there...I remember sitting over the bathroom bowl worshipping the toilet god while talking on the phone, and I remember thinking that I better not drop the phone in the toilet...which I didn't. The next thing I remember is still being on the phone with Jim and having some type of conversation. The only thing that I remember him saying is "Kendra", and I say "yes" and he said "I called your name like, 12 times, are you falling asleep on me"...which I was...then he said, "I should probably let you go, it's like 6:30 in the morning." Yeah...I lost some time. I had NO IDEA that it was that late...or early. I'm so retarded.
The next morning I woke up SO hungry cuz I only ate one meal on Saturday. I called Jim as soon as I work up cuz I promised him that's what I'd do. And we talked for about an hour and a half. He didn't say anything to me about my drinking...which I was happy about. I went downstairs cuz mom wanted to "talk" to me. Apparently dad was all upset cuz Jim called the house twice at night...which I don't remember. I thought that I was talking to him straight through the time I called him on the house line till the time we hung up...but apparently not. I promised Kalen that I'd take him to the VFW to practice parallel parking, so we got McDonald's food, cuz, by this time it's like 1 in the afternoon and I was so hungry. But as soon as I swallowed the food I felt sick, so I didn't eat much of my lunch. Once Kalen and I got home, I decided to take a nap, cuz I really needed more sleep in addition to the whole being hung over deal. I woke up around 4:30 and I felt 100% better. I left to come back to the college around 5ish, which put me back here around 6:30. I talked to mom, I talked with Jim, I did some work, then I went to bed.
I tried calling Heather last night, but I know that she's all busy with school and trying to get some rest, so I just hung up when I got the voicemail on her cell. I really feel bad about the whole horking thing. Once again, stupid me. I get so violently ill/intoxicated when I drink with Heather...I'm sorry. but I really did have tons of fun on Saturday night...it was worth feeling like I wanted to projectile vomitt the greasy McD's food the next morning (not so much worth horking in the Stang and my sink....ewwwwie).
Anyway, my big thing was this weekend, particuarly Saturday. I work on Saturday at the Bug. I still can't believe that I walked into that place looking for a white belt (which I eventually purchased at Wal-Mart anyway) and was offered a job the next morning...I guess that's the way things work out with me. THEN, I had plans for saturday night with Heather and Bob-itty-bob-bob-bob. ~he he eh. I had tons of fun at the Peppermint, however things took a turn for the worse on the way home. Mental note~ buy Heather Fabreeze auto. I feel SO freaking bad. I was horking all night. I made them pull over once on the way to Sheetz, and then I horked in two different bags three times...one bag had a hole in it. Once I got home things get shady in my mind. I remember sitting on a green folding chair that just happened to be outside my house and watching Heather and Bob drive away in the Stang while puking. I eventually called Jim on my cell then when into the house to call him from the house line cuz he couldn't hear me well. I remember kicking mom out of my bed, and as she was getting up I had to hork again, so I ran into the bathroom and couldn't quite make it to the toilet, so I hit the sink instead...while simultaneously getting yelled at by my mother. Things get really shady from there...I remember sitting over the bathroom bowl worshipping the toilet god while talking on the phone, and I remember thinking that I better not drop the phone in the toilet...which I didn't. The next thing I remember is still being on the phone with Jim and having some type of conversation. The only thing that I remember him saying is "Kendra", and I say "yes" and he said "I called your name like, 12 times, are you falling asleep on me"...which I was...then he said, "I should probably let you go, it's like 6:30 in the morning." Yeah...I lost some time. I had NO IDEA that it was that late...or early. I'm so retarded.
The next morning I woke up SO hungry cuz I only ate one meal on Saturday. I called Jim as soon as I work up cuz I promised him that's what I'd do. And we talked for about an hour and a half. He didn't say anything to me about my drinking...which I was happy about. I went downstairs cuz mom wanted to "talk" to me. Apparently dad was all upset cuz Jim called the house twice at night...which I don't remember. I thought that I was talking to him straight through the time I called him on the house line till the time we hung up...but apparently not. I promised Kalen that I'd take him to the VFW to practice parallel parking, so we got McDonald's food, cuz, by this time it's like 1 in the afternoon and I was so hungry. But as soon as I swallowed the food I felt sick, so I didn't eat much of my lunch. Once Kalen and I got home, I decided to take a nap, cuz I really needed more sleep in addition to the whole being hung over deal. I woke up around 4:30 and I felt 100% better. I left to come back to the college around 5ish, which put me back here around 6:30. I talked to mom, I talked with Jim, I did some work, then I went to bed.
I tried calling Heather last night, but I know that she's all busy with school and trying to get some rest, so I just hung up when I got the voicemail on her cell. I really feel bad about the whole horking thing. Once again, stupid me. I get so violently ill/intoxicated when I drink with Heather...I'm sorry. but I really did have tons of fun on Saturday night...it was worth feeling like I wanted to projectile vomitt the greasy McD's food the next morning (not so much worth horking in the Stang and my sink....ewwwwie).