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my new nickname is Bearclaw. don't ask. they nicknamed this girl at work Cornbread a while ago and tonight they decided i need a name too, so mine is Bearclaw. i work with strange people.
sometimes work sucks, sometimes it doesn't and i work 11 hours and make $135.
however, i'm going shopping tomorrow (anybody want to come?!) and i will probably blow all of that. but we'll see.
i am absolutely DYING to go see Pirates of the Caribbean 2. some radio station mispronounced it and it really pissed be off because there is a right and wrong way to say "caribbean" and it depends on the text in which it is used.
i'm a sucker for those "try it with a 100% guarantee" deals. honestly i've bought stuff that i will probably return, i just hope i can get off my lazy ass to do it.
fourth of july was super scandalous. and soo much fun. basically i woke up late, and decided i wanted to go see Journey/Def Leppard (in Raleigh) with my good friend Brandon Robles, and my best friend Steph, and my other friend Ashley Kulka. so it was the most last-minute shitty planning EVER.. and i spent like 2 hours trying to get tickets and it was a big mess because i couldn't figure out if we could drink alcohol if we bought the family/friends pass, and then right when i was going to buy them online, the online sales stopped.. and then i went to buy over the phone but they didn't have the special deal.. and THEN i decided i didn't care, but then nobody answered the phone when i called to buy the tickets.
then we get on the road late. Steph drives like a freakin' grandma, so that took forever. we stopped to pick up Brandon, which was kind of weird because i hadn't seen him in forever and i had totally forgotten what he looked/sounded like. don't you hate when that happens? anyway, i walk in his house to go to the bathroom, and 15 minutes later i'm eating hot dogs and fruit and having peach homemade ice cream with like 13 old people, and Brandon's mom. it was so random. but what would 4th of july be without the feast??
so we missed half of Journey, who played first, because we got there late. and we had to buy tickets at the door, which wasn't really a problem, it just took extra time. i did hear all of my favorite songs though, so i didn't mind. and then i drank lots of beer. to be honest, i like the taste of beer, but chick drinks are just so much healthier, i prefer to drink them.
so here we are sweating in the july heat, jamming out to the music, and just having a good time.. (it was Brandon's first concert EVER!!) and the people in front of us had a blanket that looked waaay appealling. and i guess they saw us eyeing it because they said we could share. so we met the guys and they were from ECU, and one was from Elon. and the odd thing was the Brandon knew one of them from high school. small world. anyway, they were really hot, and lots of fun, and they invited the four of us to go party with them afterwards.
it didn't end up being anything more than just a handful of people drinking, but it was a great time regardless. until our 1:59 am beer run that was unsuccessful because when Brandon walked in at 2:00, the lady said there was no way he would make it to the counter before the minute was up. i know.. lame.
but to sum up the night, i fell asleep as the sun was rising, on a hammock in the backyard.. and woke up only a couple hours later to a terrible hangover and the sun beating down on me. it was miserable. haha. probably the worst wake-up ever. then i couldn't fall back asleep inside because Steph kept moving around and trying to get everyone to leave early. and then Brandon Robles wakes up and the first words out of his mouth are "man, what a wacky night that was." hahah. and it wasn't THAT wacky, but it seemed more like it after he said that, and we all laughed. then we spent maybe 23987293478.2947 hours looking for his damn shoes and hat.
then we ate KFC.. bad choice. not the best hangover food. and i proceeded to sleep though the whole 3 hour car ride home.
and the funniest part is that today, 3 days later, someone shows me pictures that Kyle's dad took of me passed out in the hammock. i mean i guess if i was a parent and i woke up and some strange person i'd never seen before was in my hammock.. i'd probably take pictures too. they are so funny. in one of them i just have the blanket over my head like "fuck you sun, please go away."
anyway, yeah. story time is over. but it was so much fun, and as usual, i mean some really great people, including a very hot, nice guy whom i will hopefully see again at some point. Steph and i have never been to ECU and Brandon used to go there, so i'm sure we'll take a trip. you know i can't resist travelling.
this girl at my work backpacked/stayed in hostels across Europe, for two weeks, and i am incredibly jealous. i want to see pictures, but i know that will just make me more jealous and antsy, knowing that i want to go, but can't.
fireworks never get old. like blake was saying, it makes me feel like a kid again. i mean it really gives me such a nostalgic feeling every time i see them. honestly, i just don't think you can see fireworks and think bad thoughts. they are just such happy things. maybe it's because you only see them once a year, usually, and that makes it more special, or maybe it's just knowing that everyone around you is looking up at the sky at the same time as you, and it makes you feel like you're a part of something greater.. or just the fact that when those fireworks go off, at that moment, everything that may be troubling you just disappears, and you have full concentration on those beautiful explosions in the sky.. who knows. but i love it.
i think that's it for tonight.
i'm sorry that i don't update much anymore, some weeks i just feel as though there is nothing of importance to comment on, and i don't want to bore the people who do read this.
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bearclaw.
sometimes work sucks, sometimes it doesn't and i work 11 hours and make $135.
however, i'm going shopping tomorrow (anybody want to come?!) and i will probably blow all of that. but we'll see.
i am absolutely DYING to go see Pirates of the Caribbean 2. some radio station mispronounced it and it really pissed be off because there is a right and wrong way to say "caribbean" and it depends on the text in which it is used.
i'm a sucker for those "try it with a 100% guarantee" deals. honestly i've bought stuff that i will probably return, i just hope i can get off my lazy ass to do it.
fourth of july was super scandalous. and soo much fun. basically i woke up late, and decided i wanted to go see Journey/Def Leppard (in Raleigh) with my good friend Brandon Robles, and my best friend Steph, and my other friend Ashley Kulka. so it was the most last-minute shitty planning EVER.. and i spent like 2 hours trying to get tickets and it was a big mess because i couldn't figure out if we could drink alcohol if we bought the family/friends pass, and then right when i was going to buy them online, the online sales stopped.. and then i went to buy over the phone but they didn't have the special deal.. and THEN i decided i didn't care, but then nobody answered the phone when i called to buy the tickets.
then we get on the road late. Steph drives like a freakin' grandma, so that took forever. we stopped to pick up Brandon, which was kind of weird because i hadn't seen him in forever and i had totally forgotten what he looked/sounded like. don't you hate when that happens? anyway, i walk in his house to go to the bathroom, and 15 minutes later i'm eating hot dogs and fruit and having peach homemade ice cream with like 13 old people, and Brandon's mom. it was so random. but what would 4th of july be without the feast??
so we missed half of Journey, who played first, because we got there late. and we had to buy tickets at the door, which wasn't really a problem, it just took extra time. i did hear all of my favorite songs though, so i didn't mind. and then i drank lots of beer. to be honest, i like the taste of beer, but chick drinks are just so much healthier, i prefer to drink them.
so here we are sweating in the july heat, jamming out to the music, and just having a good time.. (it was Brandon's first concert EVER!!) and the people in front of us had a blanket that looked waaay appealling. and i guess they saw us eyeing it because they said we could share. so we met the guys and they were from ECU, and one was from Elon. and the odd thing was the Brandon knew one of them from high school. small world. anyway, they were really hot, and lots of fun, and they invited the four of us to go party with them afterwards.
it didn't end up being anything more than just a handful of people drinking, but it was a great time regardless. until our 1:59 am beer run that was unsuccessful because when Brandon walked in at 2:00, the lady said there was no way he would make it to the counter before the minute was up. i know.. lame.
but to sum up the night, i fell asleep as the sun was rising, on a hammock in the backyard.. and woke up only a couple hours later to a terrible hangover and the sun beating down on me. it was miserable. haha. probably the worst wake-up ever. then i couldn't fall back asleep inside because Steph kept moving around and trying to get everyone to leave early. and then Brandon Robles wakes up and the first words out of his mouth are "man, what a wacky night that was." hahah. and it wasn't THAT wacky, but it seemed more like it after he said that, and we all laughed. then we spent maybe 23987293478.2947 hours looking for his damn shoes and hat.
then we ate KFC.. bad choice. not the best hangover food. and i proceeded to sleep though the whole 3 hour car ride home.
and the funniest part is that today, 3 days later, someone shows me pictures that Kyle's dad took of me passed out in the hammock. i mean i guess if i was a parent and i woke up and some strange person i'd never seen before was in my hammock.. i'd probably take pictures too. they are so funny. in one of them i just have the blanket over my head like "fuck you sun, please go away."
anyway, yeah. story time is over. but it was so much fun, and as usual, i mean some really great people, including a very hot, nice guy whom i will hopefully see again at some point. Steph and i have never been to ECU and Brandon used to go there, so i'm sure we'll take a trip. you know i can't resist travelling.
this girl at my work backpacked/stayed in hostels across Europe, for two weeks, and i am incredibly jealous. i want to see pictures, but i know that will just make me more jealous and antsy, knowing that i want to go, but can't.
fireworks never get old. like blake was saying, it makes me feel like a kid again. i mean it really gives me such a nostalgic feeling every time i see them. honestly, i just don't think you can see fireworks and think bad thoughts. they are just such happy things. maybe it's because you only see them once a year, usually, and that makes it more special, or maybe it's just knowing that everyone around you is looking up at the sky at the same time as you, and it makes you feel like you're a part of something greater.. or just the fact that when those fireworks go off, at that moment, everything that may be troubling you just disappears, and you have full concentration on those beautiful explosions in the sky.. who knows. but i love it.
i think that's it for tonight.
i'm sorry that i don't update much anymore, some weeks i just feel as though there is nothing of importance to comment on, and i don't want to bore the people who do read this.
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bearclaw.