FIFO, LIFO, depreciation expenses - who cares?!
JC, where have i been? Story of my life.
first off, i'm using this time to be a constructive break from my mounds of homework tonight. Accounting EXAM tomorrow. Kayleigh = scared shitless. Accounting is NOT my forte. It's a whole nother language that a Marketing/HR student like myself does not understand. All these different ratios, ending inventory factors, FIFO/LIFO, 'bad' debts expenses...bad news bears. Whatevs. I also hate business writing because my teacher is clearly the spawn of satan. I just need to make it through today. However today might mark a really shitty day for kayleigh, as if i screw up tomorrow, i have no chance at good grades in these two classes. OH, i have to wake up at 5:30 am tomorrow to be at work by 6 too. Shitty.
At least i'm starting to feel better. I've been battling this god awful 'who the fuck knows' burning sensation. Otherwise known as a UTI. It kinda ruined my saturday night of halloween (more later) and has costed me 2 doctors visits. Thankfully, yesterday i went to the doctors and they FINALLY perscribed me antibiotics for it and i'm starting to know how it feels to pee normally again (and not have to pee every 2 seconds - quite the hassle with work, class, sleep, etc.) Thank god for NP Ellen Buggy - shes my lifesaver. On a side note, i'm getting awfully sick of cranberry juice.
Why do i have a UTI? Well you-know-who came down friday october 31st, when i was a COMPLETE SHIT SHOW. It was halloween, and i got 'all done' racecar-driver-esque, and i thought i looked pretty damn good. Anyways, at the party i was at i was constantly getting hit on, creepers, you now the works. amanda and erik keep trying to hook me up with their one friend (FOR THE PAST YEAR!) and i have not been feeling it. I drink so i'm so drunk i pass out so boys can't come home with me. twisted, eh? So i just basically sat by the keg where i became good friends with Axl Rose and drank the night away. Theres pictures of me sitting on the futon just drinking. I figured if i occupied myself almost exclusively the creepers would be at bay. Kinda backfired when i was completely trashed at 11:45 and we only stayed out till 12:15. Approximately 12:16 i fell down a flight of stairs and still have battle wounds. Guess who was planning on coming over after bar close - so I had less than 2 hours to get better. I was that bad that i made myself throw up - and it worked.
2:30 on the dot he was taxied to my house and it was just so great seeing him. He said everything. and when i mean everything i mean him telling me that we need to talk more, talk on the phone, make more of an effort. He also said those three little words. yes THOSE. what do i reply - none other than, "I would have still slept with you if you didn't say that." He said "i know, but i've been feeling this for so long and thinking about this and i can't help but say it. I don't think i can find anybody better than you, you have no idea how much you mean to me." basically everything i've wanted to hear for the past 14 months. yes, 14. and i said it back for the first time ever. It slipped earlier in the night when he was texting me and ashleys like "still texting him?" and i'm like "yes, wow i really love that boy."... and i freaked out then because thats the first time i've ever said it about him - through these 14 months. After he professed all that to me, hes like "i love you kayleigh..and now that i said it once, i can't stop saying it."
The next morning we were just holding each other close, and I'm like "i realllly, reallyyyy like you." It was my test to see if it was the booze talking. He kisses my forehead and said "i love you." WOW.
there you go, el-jay. Lets see where this takes us. Lord knows i'm ready and willing. Yet no "bf/gf status." the kicker, right?
On a side note - I HAVE THE BEST OF FRIENDS, really. And my moms doing okay. I'll know more tomorrow about her state, when all her major tests come in that she took monday. It still creeps up and shocks me, and sometimes just saying "my mom has cancer" makes me ball. But i'm doing better. I coudn't imagine being one of my sisters though. My dad told them, and when he did he started crying. In my 19-years of life i have never seen my father cry. I couldn't even imagine what it must have been like.
first off, i'm using this time to be a constructive break from my mounds of homework tonight. Accounting EXAM tomorrow. Kayleigh = scared shitless. Accounting is NOT my forte. It's a whole nother language that a Marketing/HR student like myself does not understand. All these different ratios, ending inventory factors, FIFO/LIFO, 'bad' debts expenses...bad news bears. Whatevs. I also hate business writing because my teacher is clearly the spawn of satan. I just need to make it through today. However today might mark a really shitty day for kayleigh, as if i screw up tomorrow, i have no chance at good grades in these two classes. OH, i have to wake up at 5:30 am tomorrow to be at work by 6 too. Shitty.
At least i'm starting to feel better. I've been battling this god awful 'who the fuck knows' burning sensation. Otherwise known as a UTI. It kinda ruined my saturday night of halloween (more later) and has costed me 2 doctors visits. Thankfully, yesterday i went to the doctors and they FINALLY perscribed me antibiotics for it and i'm starting to know how it feels to pee normally again (and not have to pee every 2 seconds - quite the hassle with work, class, sleep, etc.) Thank god for NP Ellen Buggy - shes my lifesaver. On a side note, i'm getting awfully sick of cranberry juice.
Why do i have a UTI? Well you-know-who came down friday october 31st, when i was a COMPLETE SHIT SHOW. It was halloween, and i got 'all done' racecar-driver-esque, and i thought i looked pretty damn good. Anyways, at the party i was at i was constantly getting hit on, creepers, you now the works. amanda and erik keep trying to hook me up with their one friend (FOR THE PAST YEAR!) and i have not been feeling it. I drink so i'm so drunk i pass out so boys can't come home with me. twisted, eh? So i just basically sat by the keg where i became good friends with Axl Rose and drank the night away. Theres pictures of me sitting on the futon just drinking. I figured if i occupied myself almost exclusively the creepers would be at bay. Kinda backfired when i was completely trashed at 11:45 and we only stayed out till 12:15. Approximately 12:16 i fell down a flight of stairs and still have battle wounds. Guess who was planning on coming over after bar close - so I had less than 2 hours to get better. I was that bad that i made myself throw up - and it worked.
2:30 on the dot he was taxied to my house and it was just so great seeing him. He said everything. and when i mean everything i mean him telling me that we need to talk more, talk on the phone, make more of an effort. He also said those three little words. yes THOSE. what do i reply - none other than, "I would have still slept with you if you didn't say that." He said "i know, but i've been feeling this for so long and thinking about this and i can't help but say it. I don't think i can find anybody better than you, you have no idea how much you mean to me." basically everything i've wanted to hear for the past 14 months. yes, 14. and i said it back for the first time ever. It slipped earlier in the night when he was texting me and ashleys like "still texting him?" and i'm like "yes, wow i really love that boy."... and i freaked out then because thats the first time i've ever said it about him - through these 14 months. After he professed all that to me, hes like "i love you kayleigh..and now that i said it once, i can't stop saying it."
The next morning we were just holding each other close, and I'm like "i realllly, reallyyyy like you." It was my test to see if it was the booze talking. He kisses my forehead and said "i love you." WOW.
there you go, el-jay. Lets see where this takes us. Lord knows i'm ready and willing. Yet no "bf/gf status." the kicker, right?
On a side note - I HAVE THE BEST OF FRIENDS, really. And my moms doing okay. I'll know more tomorrow about her state, when all her major tests come in that she took monday. It still creeps up and shocks me, and sometimes just saying "my mom has cancer" makes me ball. But i'm doing better. I coudn't imagine being one of my sisters though. My dad told them, and when he did he started crying. In my 19-years of life i have never seen my father cry. I couldn't even imagine what it must have been like.