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for some reason i've been waking up at like 12ish whenever i don't have to be up. on one hand it's cool and on the other i'd rather be sleeping. like right now jameson is sleeping and i have to sit here typing very slowly and listening to music at an insanely low volume. it sucks.
argh. i have work tonight. i am not excited about it. i go in from 7:45 - midnight. how sucky is that? i hope there aren't many people because it's memorial day and all and people should be bbqing and whatnot. i can see a lot of younger people who are just hanging out coming in for frappucinos and shit though. whatever. i'll live. i just hate coming home so late. i won't be home until like 1 - 1:30. then i have to go in tomorrow at 10:30. what shit.
yesterday joanna, big chops and i had the brilliant idea of inviting people over. it sounded like a good plan at the time but it was not. i invited keith, connie, emmy jo and jameson. i would've been content with just them there but big chops' friends came over and i wasn't too happy about that. then tom, casey and bug called, heard all of the commotion and came over. i feel like i'm too old for drunken messy parties. things that used to be fun and funny aren't anymore. sitting and discussing business ventures was more fun than watching people drunkenly stumble around. i never thought i'd see the day...
so after awhile jameson and i retreated to my room. i felt bad because i left my friends out there too but i couldn't stand it anymore. sorry emmy jo. sorry connie. i just couldn't listen to tom yell about ridiculousness anymore. god, tom is so annoying. he took e with casey and knocked on my door like fifty times to get cigarettes cuz they were menthol ones that jameson's mom had given me. "me and casey really need these right now!" ugh. who does e anymore ? the guy is 27...he needs to grow up. maybe i'm being a bitch but i know we've all washed our hands of drugs for the most part. and if not drugs, in general, we're at least done with e. that's the kind of thing you do in high school. or maybe i'm just babbling on and on and being a bitch. the point is that he was annoying. the last time he came in i was naked under the covers cuz jameson and i were going to sleep. so he comes in and starts talking (about what?) and even though i repeatedly said not to let igby in because he's spraying, what happens ? igby runs into my room and under my bed. i was so pissed. then he comes in with a broom and puts on the light and takes forever to push igby out from under the bed. now common sense, i'm in my room with jameson and the lights are off, should you knock on the door a thousand times ? ugh. now i remember why i don't hang out with these people anymore.
anyway, i guess i'm going to stop bitching for now an see if i can wake jameson up so we can eat something. yum.
argh. i have work tonight. i am not excited about it. i go in from 7:45 - midnight. how sucky is that? i hope there aren't many people because it's memorial day and all and people should be bbqing and whatnot. i can see a lot of younger people who are just hanging out coming in for frappucinos and shit though. whatever. i'll live. i just hate coming home so late. i won't be home until like 1 - 1:30. then i have to go in tomorrow at 10:30. what shit.
yesterday joanna, big chops and i had the brilliant idea of inviting people over. it sounded like a good plan at the time but it was not. i invited keith, connie, emmy jo and jameson. i would've been content with just them there but big chops' friends came over and i wasn't too happy about that. then tom, casey and bug called, heard all of the commotion and came over. i feel like i'm too old for drunken messy parties. things that used to be fun and funny aren't anymore. sitting and discussing business ventures was more fun than watching people drunkenly stumble around. i never thought i'd see the day...
so after awhile jameson and i retreated to my room. i felt bad because i left my friends out there too but i couldn't stand it anymore. sorry emmy jo. sorry connie. i just couldn't listen to tom yell about ridiculousness anymore. god, tom is so annoying. he took e with casey and knocked on my door like fifty times to get cigarettes cuz they were menthol ones that jameson's mom had given me. "me and casey really need these right now!" ugh. who does e anymore ? the guy is 27...he needs to grow up. maybe i'm being a bitch but i know we've all washed our hands of drugs for the most part. and if not drugs, in general, we're at least done with e. that's the kind of thing you do in high school. or maybe i'm just babbling on and on and being a bitch. the point is that he was annoying. the last time he came in i was naked under the covers cuz jameson and i were going to sleep. so he comes in and starts talking (about what?) and even though i repeatedly said not to let igby in because he's spraying, what happens ? igby runs into my room and under my bed. i was so pissed. then he comes in with a broom and puts on the light and takes forever to push igby out from under the bed. now common sense, i'm in my room with jameson and the lights are off, should you knock on the door a thousand times ? ugh. now i remember why i don't hang out with these people anymore.
anyway, i guess i'm going to stop bitching for now an see if i can wake jameson up so we can eat something. yum.