I worte this last night. Before I could do a spell check Chris got out of the shower.
So I thought this was especially fucked up.
A young girl came into my job yesterday applying for a hostess position. That young girl was Carrie Zieminski...some people have no fucking tact.
At first I was extremely upset since well because of her I wasn't allowed into the Zieminski household and because she got in my business over the summer which led to a subsequent fight. Because of that fight I went back out with Steve......but that's all over I have to get over these stupid grudges. Figures, the one person that I loathe the most that has caused me so many problems wants to work with me.
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Sunday as I was seating a large party this man started hitting on me and started saying it was something about my eyes yadda yadda yadda. He then said he would "holla back" before he left. I then told him that my boyfriend wouldn't like that.
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Saturday Patrick and I went to NYC. We went to some galleries in Chelsea with my women and art class (for extra credit, which is awesome). We saw this exhibit called "Tokyo Girls Bravo" which I absolutely fell in love with. There was also this Barbara Kruger video instillation which was just awesome. She is quickly becoming one of my favorite contemporary artists (One of her artworks is my lj background).
Some of the artwork in galleries made me wonder "what were they thinking?!" but I don't think that it is anyone's place to say what is or is not art.
After the exhibits Patrico and I saw this movie "The Dreamers" which turned me on more then anything else. I did like how they had the movies that they were refering to intertwined with this one.
After we ate at this 50's diner on Broadway who's name escapes me at the moment. The one thing that I dislike about that place is that they sing 70's (the servers sing through out the day) songs. They should stick to the time period that they're dressed in (even the early/mid 60's would be ok).
After I got onto the subway car to go back to Penn station Patrick and I got separated. As I ran into a subway car it closed behind me leaving Patrick on the platform. I ended up being on the wrong subway in the first place and instead of taking it back to the stop I was at I took another one after that brought me further uptown. I sat silently in horror as we wizzed by 10 stops stopping finally at 125th street. I was about 70 streets away from where I had left Patrick and was nervous as to how I was going to meet up with him. I know that when we got separated I yelled something about Penn Station but what if he stayed where I left him? What if he ends of taking the same line that I did? What if he ends up riding the subway all night long and misses the last train out of Penn station? What if he gets mugged as as he walks to his car in New Brunswick?
Patrick dosen't own a cell phone so I had no way of contacting him all I could do was be nervous and wait for subways. I took me about 45 minutes to get back to Penn station. I checked my cell phone and sure enough Patrick had called. He told me to just go home and that he would find his way back. His tone of voice made me feel even worse. So I had 2 options 1. take the next train leaving in a few minutes and feel bad until I knew he was ok or 2. stay and wait for him but take the chance that he might have taken an earlier train.
Due to my 2 hours of sleep the night before I picked the first option because I was so run down from being up until 5am then sleeping at 7am that I just wanted to go home.
He later called me and I found out he took the train before mine, good thing I left when I did.
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Friday night Ben, Hottt Scottt and I went to this girl Susan's house for a get together. Most of the people there (including the girl who owned the house) work at Red Lobster. It was a bit strange. I never want to see some of my co-workers drunk ever again, it weirds me out.
Later on that night we picked up Chris. Having both Scott and Chris in my car made me feel awkward and it showed in my driving abilities (or lack there of).
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Cafe' 52 caught on fire and had to be torn down, I am now currently looking for a
new cafe' to go to on those late night hang outs.
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Chris is going back home next week for spring break. This makes me sad because I HATE driving to Tuckerton. I like having him 15 minutes away. I probably will try to go down at least once since I told Red Lobster to give me every day possible. Summers gonna be hard on us though. I plan on taking 3 summer courses and working at least 4 times a week.
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Oh yea today is our 2 month anniversary...whoohoo.
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My car turned off twice on me .....while I was driving...I'm going to kill the people at firestone.
A young girl came into my job yesterday applying for a hostess position. That young girl was Carrie Zieminski...some people have no fucking tact.
At first I was extremely upset since well because of her I wasn't allowed into the Zieminski household and because she got in my business over the summer which led to a subsequent fight. Because of that fight I went back out with Steve......but that's all over I have to get over these stupid grudges. Figures, the one person that I loathe the most that has caused me so many problems wants to work with me.
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Sunday as I was seating a large party this man started hitting on me and started saying it was something about my eyes yadda yadda yadda. He then said he would "holla back" before he left. I then told him that my boyfriend wouldn't like that.
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Saturday Patrick and I went to NYC. We went to some galleries in Chelsea with my women and art class (for extra credit, which is awesome). We saw this exhibit called "Tokyo Girls Bravo" which I absolutely fell in love with. There was also this Barbara Kruger video instillation which was just awesome. She is quickly becoming one of my favorite contemporary artists (One of her artworks is my lj background).
Some of the artwork in galleries made me wonder "what were they thinking?!" but I don't think that it is anyone's place to say what is or is not art.
After the exhibits Patrico and I saw this movie "The Dreamers" which turned me on more then anything else. I did like how they had the movies that they were refering to intertwined with this one.
After we ate at this 50's diner on Broadway who's name escapes me at the moment. The one thing that I dislike about that place is that they sing 70's (the servers sing through out the day) songs. They should stick to the time period that they're dressed in (even the early/mid 60's would be ok).
After I got onto the subway car to go back to Penn station Patrick and I got separated. As I ran into a subway car it closed behind me leaving Patrick on the platform. I ended up being on the wrong subway in the first place and instead of taking it back to the stop I was at I took another one after that brought me further uptown. I sat silently in horror as we wizzed by 10 stops stopping finally at 125th street. I was about 70 streets away from where I had left Patrick and was nervous as to how I was going to meet up with him. I know that when we got separated I yelled something about Penn Station but what if he stayed where I left him? What if he ends of taking the same line that I did? What if he ends up riding the subway all night long and misses the last train out of Penn station? What if he gets mugged as as he walks to his car in New Brunswick?
Patrick dosen't own a cell phone so I had no way of contacting him all I could do was be nervous and wait for subways. I took me about 45 minutes to get back to Penn station. I checked my cell phone and sure enough Patrick had called. He told me to just go home and that he would find his way back. His tone of voice made me feel even worse. So I had 2 options 1. take the next train leaving in a few minutes and feel bad until I knew he was ok or 2. stay and wait for him but take the chance that he might have taken an earlier train.
Due to my 2 hours of sleep the night before I picked the first option because I was so run down from being up until 5am then sleeping at 7am that I just wanted to go home.
He later called me and I found out he took the train before mine, good thing I left when I did.
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Friday night Ben, Hottt Scottt and I went to this girl Susan's house for a get together. Most of the people there (including the girl who owned the house) work at Red Lobster. It was a bit strange. I never want to see some of my co-workers drunk ever again, it weirds me out.
Later on that night we picked up Chris. Having both Scott and Chris in my car made me feel awkward and it showed in my driving abilities (or lack there of).
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Cafe' 52 caught on fire and had to be torn down, I am now currently looking for a
new cafe' to go to on those late night hang outs.
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Chris is going back home next week for spring break. This makes me sad because I HATE driving to Tuckerton. I like having him 15 minutes away. I probably will try to go down at least once since I told Red Lobster to give me every day possible. Summers gonna be hard on us though. I plan on taking 3 summer courses and working at least 4 times a week.
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Oh yea today is our 2 month anniversary...whoohoo.
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My car turned off twice on me .....while I was driving...I'm going to kill the people at firestone.