First Entry! Yay!
So this is my first entry. Thanks to one miss Jodi-lynn who told me she was surprised that I didn't have a livejournal since I am always online. So now I do. I can't imagine that anybody would be that interested in my life but who knows... So here goes...
A day in the life of a hungover girl: a short essay (or something like that).
This morning I woke up (actually around 1 p.m.) and felt extremely shitty. I laid in bed and called my friend Angie and decided to go swimming at her house. Big mistake since I was feeling ill. Threw up at the house before I left for hers. Jumped in the pool. Kids splashing and kicking everywhere. Normally I don't get seasick (or what have you)...different story today. Barely made it to the bathroom. Ugh. After that felt better until these annoying boys came over. Long story short had to get out of the pool. Went to work where I felt ill all shift but was able to get my bearings and tough it out. A supposed going away party led me (along with the aforementioned Jodi-lynn) to Racine. Ended up being a wasted trip so we journeyed to Wal-Mart -- land of the ghetto, home of the brave for shopping there at 12:30 in the morning. My purchases included some garnier fructis shampoo for me, a spark-a-delic ribbon twirler thing for my friend Lindsay, and a Batman mask for Jodi. Which, by the way, I made her wear the entire ride home. Hey, I have to make sure she gets some good use out of my hard-earned $2.88. HAHA Now it is 3:30 in the morning and I am still awake and still feeling like shit. So there you have it. What it's like to be hungover a day in my life.
Oh yeah I forgot to mention that I hit a raccoon on my way home last night. I totally forgot about it until I saw the front passenger side of my car. It's totally messed up but should be easy to fix. How does one manage to forget that they struck and killed an animal on their drive home the night before? The world will never know...
P.S. Remember when this was the longest first post EVER!
A day in the life of a hungover girl: a short essay (or something like that).
This morning I woke up (actually around 1 p.m.) and felt extremely shitty. I laid in bed and called my friend Angie and decided to go swimming at her house. Big mistake since I was feeling ill. Threw up at the house before I left for hers. Jumped in the pool. Kids splashing and kicking everywhere. Normally I don't get seasick (or what have you)...different story today. Barely made it to the bathroom. Ugh. After that felt better until these annoying boys came over. Long story short had to get out of the pool. Went to work where I felt ill all shift but was able to get my bearings and tough it out. A supposed going away party led me (along with the aforementioned Jodi-lynn) to Racine. Ended up being a wasted trip so we journeyed to Wal-Mart -- land of the ghetto, home of the brave for shopping there at 12:30 in the morning. My purchases included some garnier fructis shampoo for me, a spark-a-delic ribbon twirler thing for my friend Lindsay, and a Batman mask for Jodi. Which, by the way, I made her wear the entire ride home. Hey, I have to make sure she gets some good use out of my hard-earned $2.88. HAHA Now it is 3:30 in the morning and I am still awake and still feeling like shit. So there you have it. What it's like to be hungover a day in my life.
Oh yeah I forgot to mention that I hit a raccoon on my way home last night. I totally forgot about it until I saw the front passenger side of my car. It's totally messed up but should be easy to fix. How does one manage to forget that they struck and killed an animal on their drive home the night before? The world will never know...
P.S. Remember when this was the longest first post EVER!