WAY TO MUCH COFFEEEEEE
I fucking hate myself. So I've been sick with a temp. for two days- and I had to cater tonight- 20 bucks an hour- come on!!! SO I have a cup of coffee and coke at 4. Its now 12am and I am WIRED. We're talking dancing in my room 80's style wired. ( Got some killer MJ action happening- trying to teach myself how to moonwalk. FAILING MISERABLEY.)
So what am I doing? nothing. I can't think of anything that I want to do. In and out sounded nice- but I dont want to drive. Tried watching a movie but got bored. SO here I am, updating on my non-cool-exciting life
My ballroom dancing aunt came to visit last weekend. SO fabulous. I took her to Rubies- the Salsa Club. I put on this cute knee length red skirt and a black tank top- and my aunt looks at me like im crazy and says "UM HELLLO. ARE WE GOING TO A TEA PARTY? YOU ARE NOT WEARING THAT." ( by the way Nancy is 50 years old, but looks 35.) She takes out a turquoise mini-skirt, black lacey THING and forces me into. I look hot, but as you all know, I HATE MINI SKIRTS. We go to rubies, and I have never had more men fawn over me EVER. Albeit they were 4 inches shorter than me and spoke no english- but you can't have everything.
SO I told nancy that I really wanted to try to go pro-be a perfessional ballroom dancer. She FLIPPED OUT, said that I have exactly what it takes- I just need more training. SO!!!! in conclusion I am spening a week with her this summer, in july in Massachusets- heavily training with her. SHES PAYING FOR EVERYTHING. My flight, the coaches, the classes, new shoes, the works. I about peed myself. We're going to do it once a year untill I'm done with college then she offered to take me for year and help me go Pro. I'm SO STOKED. I can't even begin to explain to you all!!!
Time for the gruesome news. So you all know that My grandfather is living with us. He's got the beginings of Alzhiemers. We're waiting for someone to die at Vista ( the old folks home were mom works) so Gramps can move in. Basically my mom and I are taking care of him. He's gotten worse. I'm talking cant make it to the bathroom if you get my drift.Its scary, and awful. I dont want to get old.
SO mom and dad and I are talking about how I should shoot them both if they ever get this way- and this was my dad's wishes: SO Tara, I want to be creamated. Then I want you to take my ashes, mix some fertalizer with them and grow a pot plant. THen, onces the buds get niiiiiiccceeeee- you pick them, make some pot butter- then make my famous brownies, and man, you eat them- and think of me. YEEEAAHHH... Then my mom says- I'll be old by then, and will want to get in on that too. We'll have a little brownie party. MMMMMM
LOVE MY PARENTS! THEY ARE FUCKING AMAZING!
So what am I doing? nothing. I can't think of anything that I want to do. In and out sounded nice- but I dont want to drive. Tried watching a movie but got bored. SO here I am, updating on my non-cool-exciting life
My ballroom dancing aunt came to visit last weekend. SO fabulous. I took her to Rubies- the Salsa Club. I put on this cute knee length red skirt and a black tank top- and my aunt looks at me like im crazy and says "UM HELLLO. ARE WE GOING TO A TEA PARTY? YOU ARE NOT WEARING THAT." ( by the way Nancy is 50 years old, but looks 35.) She takes out a turquoise mini-skirt, black lacey THING and forces me into. I look hot, but as you all know, I HATE MINI SKIRTS. We go to rubies, and I have never had more men fawn over me EVER. Albeit they were 4 inches shorter than me and spoke no english- but you can't have everything.
SO I told nancy that I really wanted to try to go pro-be a perfessional ballroom dancer. She FLIPPED OUT, said that I have exactly what it takes- I just need more training. SO!!!! in conclusion I am spening a week with her this summer, in july in Massachusets- heavily training with her. SHES PAYING FOR EVERYTHING. My flight, the coaches, the classes, new shoes, the works. I about peed myself. We're going to do it once a year untill I'm done with college then she offered to take me for year and help me go Pro. I'm SO STOKED. I can't even begin to explain to you all!!!
Time for the gruesome news. So you all know that My grandfather is living with us. He's got the beginings of Alzhiemers. We're waiting for someone to die at Vista ( the old folks home were mom works) so Gramps can move in. Basically my mom and I are taking care of him. He's gotten worse. I'm talking cant make it to the bathroom if you get my drift.Its scary, and awful. I dont want to get old.
SO mom and dad and I are talking about how I should shoot them both if they ever get this way- and this was my dad's wishes: SO Tara, I want to be creamated. Then I want you to take my ashes, mix some fertalizer with them and grow a pot plant. THen, onces the buds get niiiiiiccceeeee- you pick them, make some pot butter- then make my famous brownies, and man, you eat them- and think of me. YEEEAAHHH... Then my mom says- I'll be old by then, and will want to get in on that too. We'll have a little brownie party. MMMMMM
LOVE MY PARENTS! THEY ARE FUCKING AMAZING!