Birthday
My boss is a drama queen. I just escaped to the athlete's computer lab to get away from that bitch. I thought I was computer retarded. I just solved "The Mystery of the Missing Word Icon" in 2.5 seconds that apparently she and "4 other people worked 30 minutes on" and couldn't figure out. Over exaggeration ya think?! I'm steering clear.
Yesterday was my 21st birthday. It was also a Monday. It felt more like a Monday than a birthday though. I was groggy all day. I think I over did myself on the margaritas Sunday night. I felt a little hung over, a lotta tired with a splash of pissy. I didn't want to feel like this. It was my freaking 21st birthday, but that's how it was. There were several unfortunate events that contributed to my case of the Mondays. My boss definitely bitched at me about a time sheet error that she didn't catch, and got a call about. My bad, lady, you signed the damn thing. Next time read it. Anyway, the animosity has definitely carried over to today. I hate stupid mistakes, and yesterday I made one that irked me. I forgot the equation that converts Fahrenheit to Celsius. Instead of adding I subtracted, so I got the quiz problem wrong. GRRR. Damn formulas. I tried to write about all this crap yesterday. After I finished my journal entry and tried to submit it, live journal was down, and I lost what I had written. irk. Enough bitching.
My birthday definitely got better. I met most of my friends at Lauren's house before we went to Fridays to celebrate. Evan knew that I was in a bad mood, and he fixed it. He's really good at recognizing and changing my bad attitude. All I needed was a good hug; it worked wonders.
Fridays was FUN! and our waiter was HOT! I didn't intend on getting drunk, but my girl Abby kept bringing on the tequila shots, and Evan bought me a blowjob shot (no hands, thank you). That, on top of the mixed drinks, completed my attitude change. Abby tried to buy me a lap dance from the waiter, but he thought it might jeopardize his job. We offered to take it outside, but he still wasn't game. Instead, I got a birthday song and an ice cream sundae. It was good, but not quite the same.
I have to back track to Sunday becasue it was a wonderful day that I don't want to forget. My parents threw me a fiesta, pinata and all. This is where the margarita hangover originated. I invited a few friends over to their house for tacos and drinks. They were wonderful hosts. They decorated the whole house, my dad grilled out and mom made tacos. They even bought silly string, and we had an all out war in the front yard. Sucks for whoever has to clean that up. They really made me feel special, and they hit it off with my friends. Actions really do speak louder than words, and that party made me feel mucho loved. Of course, mom got a buzz. After she announced that her face was numb, she started dancing and didn't stop till we left. No one was dancing with her. She was just standing in the kitchen breaking it down. At one point she asked me to dance with her and I declined. It was too much fun to watch. She grabbed Olivia, her dog, and they danced. I wonder if I'll be like that when I'm old? Anyway, they made my pre-birthday very very special.
Yesterday was my 21st birthday. It was also a Monday. It felt more like a Monday than a birthday though. I was groggy all day. I think I over did myself on the margaritas Sunday night. I felt a little hung over, a lotta tired with a splash of pissy. I didn't want to feel like this. It was my freaking 21st birthday, but that's how it was. There were several unfortunate events that contributed to my case of the Mondays. My boss definitely bitched at me about a time sheet error that she didn't catch, and got a call about. My bad, lady, you signed the damn thing. Next time read it. Anyway, the animosity has definitely carried over to today. I hate stupid mistakes, and yesterday I made one that irked me. I forgot the equation that converts Fahrenheit to Celsius. Instead of adding I subtracted, so I got the quiz problem wrong. GRRR. Damn formulas. I tried to write about all this crap yesterday. After I finished my journal entry and tried to submit it, live journal was down, and I lost what I had written. irk. Enough bitching.
My birthday definitely got better. I met most of my friends at Lauren's house before we went to Fridays to celebrate. Evan knew that I was in a bad mood, and he fixed it. He's really good at recognizing and changing my bad attitude. All I needed was a good hug; it worked wonders.
Fridays was FUN! and our waiter was HOT! I didn't intend on getting drunk, but my girl Abby kept bringing on the tequila shots, and Evan bought me a blowjob shot (no hands, thank you). That, on top of the mixed drinks, completed my attitude change. Abby tried to buy me a lap dance from the waiter, but he thought it might jeopardize his job. We offered to take it outside, but he still wasn't game. Instead, I got a birthday song and an ice cream sundae. It was good, but not quite the same.
I have to back track to Sunday becasue it was a wonderful day that I don't want to forget. My parents threw me a fiesta, pinata and all. This is where the margarita hangover originated. I invited a few friends over to their house for tacos and drinks. They were wonderful hosts. They decorated the whole house, my dad grilled out and mom made tacos. They even bought silly string, and we had an all out war in the front yard. Sucks for whoever has to clean that up. They really made me feel special, and they hit it off with my friends. Actions really do speak louder than words, and that party made me feel mucho loved. Of course, mom got a buzz. After she announced that her face was numb, she started dancing and didn't stop till we left. No one was dancing with her. She was just standing in the kitchen breaking it down. At one point she asked me to dance with her and I declined. It was too much fun to watch. She grabbed Olivia, her dog, and they danced. I wonder if I'll be like that when I'm old? Anyway, they made my pre-birthday very very special.