Shitty...
A simple word that describes just the way I feel right now.
I had a semi-good day. Well, this morning sucked. I was up until two and had to wake back up at six to go to school for some BS hurricane make-up day. Melissa, my teacher, informed us that last night she left her man/baby daddy and she doesn't know where she will stay or what she is going to do. She was crying. I feel sooo bad for her. I finished my paper, hung out until around 10:30 and left. I met up with Liz and did some shopping at Kohl's. There goes another $100 added to my credit card debt. Oh well, I need winter clothes. Afterwards, we went tanning and had lunch at Chipotle. A quaint little girls day out.
I crashed when I got home. Gotta work overnight. Not excited. I know I will make some $, but I don't feel like dealing with people. I'm serving again, guess that will be my permanent weekend position rather than fountain. Homie Zake won't be there anymore. Depressing. Whitney will just have to be my main source of "male" entertainment. I still have Laura.
Last night was good. I went downtown with Zach to protect him from all the ho's and crack heads on OBT, but we ended up on the safer street of Orange Ave. We got lost. *NOTE: every road does NOT run back into Colonial!!! We found ourselves down at Fla Mall. We saw some ridiculously overpriced clothes at Sac's ($1500 for a nightie! Go F-yoself foo!) I ate a $6 banana split. We ran some tolls on the B-line and jammed out to some hardcore techno! Good times. I watched Saw II with Jen, Whitney and Jessica. Zach and Liz saw Waiting. We had went into work to find Laura and Melanie to see if they wanted to go, but Laura was MIA and Mel was in some kind of mood. She didn't even come over and say hi to us. Laura called and said she wasn't able to make it due to a lack of funds. Melissa went cereal as usual.
Tomorrow would have been my dad's 50th birthday. I was wuppose to rent a limo to bring him up here and go to Margaritaville. I had that planned since I was like 16. He loved his Buffet. When I got home today, I looked at his picture, realized again that he is really gone, and fell on my bed crying. I can't really describe the feeling. It just creeps up on me sometimes like someone just hit me in my stomach and took my breath away. An overwhelming feeling of instant pain and sadness.
UGH! No way I can shake off this bad "chi". This isn't going away. I'm suppose to work again tomorrow night, but I'm thinking fuck that. When I get off at 6am, I am packing my shit and going to AP for the remainder of the weekend. If I'm feeling like this, I know my mom is like 100x's worse! I should be with her, not serving up Friscos to drunken college pricks.
I had a semi-good day. Well, this morning sucked. I was up until two and had to wake back up at six to go to school for some BS hurricane make-up day. Melissa, my teacher, informed us that last night she left her man/baby daddy and she doesn't know where she will stay or what she is going to do. She was crying. I feel sooo bad for her. I finished my paper, hung out until around 10:30 and left. I met up with Liz and did some shopping at Kohl's. There goes another $100 added to my credit card debt. Oh well, I need winter clothes. Afterwards, we went tanning and had lunch at Chipotle. A quaint little girls day out.
I crashed when I got home. Gotta work overnight. Not excited. I know I will make some $, but I don't feel like dealing with people. I'm serving again, guess that will be my permanent weekend position rather than fountain. Homie Zake won't be there anymore. Depressing. Whitney will just have to be my main source of "male" entertainment. I still have Laura.
Last night was good. I went downtown with Zach to protect him from all the ho's and crack heads on OBT, but we ended up on the safer street of Orange Ave. We got lost. *NOTE: every road does NOT run back into Colonial!!! We found ourselves down at Fla Mall. We saw some ridiculously overpriced clothes at Sac's ($1500 for a nightie! Go F-yoself foo!) I ate a $6 banana split. We ran some tolls on the B-line and jammed out to some hardcore techno! Good times. I watched Saw II with Jen, Whitney and Jessica. Zach and Liz saw Waiting. We had went into work to find Laura and Melanie to see if they wanted to go, but Laura was MIA and Mel was in some kind of mood. She didn't even come over and say hi to us. Laura called and said she wasn't able to make it due to a lack of funds. Melissa went cereal as usual.
Tomorrow would have been my dad's 50th birthday. I was wuppose to rent a limo to bring him up here and go to Margaritaville. I had that planned since I was like 16. He loved his Buffet. When I got home today, I looked at his picture, realized again that he is really gone, and fell on my bed crying. I can't really describe the feeling. It just creeps up on me sometimes like someone just hit me in my stomach and took my breath away. An overwhelming feeling of instant pain and sadness.
UGH! No way I can shake off this bad "chi". This isn't going away. I'm suppose to work again tomorrow night, but I'm thinking fuck that. When I get off at 6am, I am packing my shit and going to AP for the remainder of the weekend. If I'm feeling like this, I know my mom is like 100x's worse! I should be with her, not serving up Friscos to drunken college pricks.