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wow, what a weekend.
firday night sam and matt dragged cristy and i to a party. we didn't want to go all that much, and were only planning on staying for an hour, tops. well, it turned out to be a lot of fun. everyone there was either in the navy or dating/married to someone who was. there was a lot of alcohol, more dancing to hip hop and rap, the guys showing off with dance offs, and some more showing off with the ps2 version of ddr. it was the first time i'd seen sam dance, and let me just say...damn. he is most definately a dancer. breakdacing, raving, battling, wow. i was blown away. i pulled matt aside as we were about to leave and told him what i had told sam earlier in the evening. that he and sam have completely changed my view of navy guys. they've shown me that they can be some of the sweetest guys with the biggest hearts, as opposed to the 7 or 8 other navy guys i've dated who were the exact opposite.
saturday it felt good to sleep in. i had to go to my mom's to feed the cats while she was out of town, and then steve, cristy, sam, matt and i all went to boomers. we got the wristbands, and had a blast for about 3 hours. then i had to go to my dad's and pay him some of what i owe him, and i took sam with me. sam got to meet dad and dot. dad pulled me aside at one point to lecture me about something lame and also mentioned how much he liked sam and how well mannered he was and everything. i know i've found a good one this time.
so we go back to the apartment to meet up with cristy steve and matt so we can go back to boomers, and there was obviously something weird going on. i kinda brushed it off, and then noticed steve was sitting in his room writing. so i went to talk to him, and we worked some shit out. then we all went to dinner at sombreros, and steve wouldn't sit at the same table as the rest of us. in fact, he sat about 4 booths away. so i sat and talked to him, asked him to join us, but when the food came he didn't. oh well. so we went back to boomers and rode the go-karts twice. while we were in line the second time, we noticed some bull dyke staring at cristy with a look like she wanted to kill her. we ignored it, because we were having fun. well, the stupid bitch started shit with steve when the race was over, making the manager of the ride mark him so he couldn't ride again. i told the guy who worked there what really happened, saying it wasn't steve's fault, the chick was just being a bitch. if anything, steve shouldn't be the only one being removed from the ride. she starts screaming at us, and we just walked away. when we got up to the exit of the line, we all stood around lighting our cigarettes, trying to decide what to do next. well, the dumb bitch comes out and calls me a "stupid fat ugly bitch". i didn't care, but sam charged at her in my defense. i was able to keep him from hitting her by holding him back, but only barely. i turned him around so he wasn't facing her, and some asshole that was with her reaches around me and fucking punched sam in the jaw. steve was holding cristy back, i was holding sam back. their group was bitching us out, we were trying to walk away. the security guard came running over...i never knew a fat man could run so fast. he talked to them first, as we walked away. sam started walking past everyone else, so i tried to follow him and talk to him. he was obviously upset. he looked like he was going to cry, but didn't even want me to see. then the security guard came over and asked us to leave. great. we came home and sam sat out in his car for over an hour crying and talking to his dad. i felt so bad for him.
sunday i had traffic school all day, so i don't really know all the details of what happened in the casa. i just know that there was some major drama, and i'm glad i wasn't here. things seem to be better now.
and then today. my fucking bosses called me into the office and told me that i'm pretty much fucking everything up. they actually scheduled my breaks for me. because aparantly i take too many breaks for too long. so now i have a break from 10:30-10:45, lunch from 12-12:30, and break from 2:45-3. fucking lame. oh, and did you know i miss on average, 1-2 days per week since i've worked at fairfield? yeah, neither did i. i need a new job. now.
i miss sam already. today is his birthday, and he's out to sea. we celebrated last night a bit, we stayed up till midnight, i made him take a hefty shot at 12 and then steve punched the crap out of him 21 times. he tried to hide behind me, and i just went over to cristy's bed instead, letting steve go at it.
anyway, i'm exhausted, and i think i'm going to get off the damn computer and smoke some cancer.
firday night sam and matt dragged cristy and i to a party. we didn't want to go all that much, and were only planning on staying for an hour, tops. well, it turned out to be a lot of fun. everyone there was either in the navy or dating/married to someone who was. there was a lot of alcohol, more dancing to hip hop and rap, the guys showing off with dance offs, and some more showing off with the ps2 version of ddr. it was the first time i'd seen sam dance, and let me just say...damn. he is most definately a dancer. breakdacing, raving, battling, wow. i was blown away. i pulled matt aside as we were about to leave and told him what i had told sam earlier in the evening. that he and sam have completely changed my view of navy guys. they've shown me that they can be some of the sweetest guys with the biggest hearts, as opposed to the 7 or 8 other navy guys i've dated who were the exact opposite.
saturday it felt good to sleep in. i had to go to my mom's to feed the cats while she was out of town, and then steve, cristy, sam, matt and i all went to boomers. we got the wristbands, and had a blast for about 3 hours. then i had to go to my dad's and pay him some of what i owe him, and i took sam with me. sam got to meet dad and dot. dad pulled me aside at one point to lecture me about something lame and also mentioned how much he liked sam and how well mannered he was and everything. i know i've found a good one this time.
so we go back to the apartment to meet up with cristy steve and matt so we can go back to boomers, and there was obviously something weird going on. i kinda brushed it off, and then noticed steve was sitting in his room writing. so i went to talk to him, and we worked some shit out. then we all went to dinner at sombreros, and steve wouldn't sit at the same table as the rest of us. in fact, he sat about 4 booths away. so i sat and talked to him, asked him to join us, but when the food came he didn't. oh well. so we went back to boomers and rode the go-karts twice. while we were in line the second time, we noticed some bull dyke staring at cristy with a look like she wanted to kill her. we ignored it, because we were having fun. well, the stupid bitch started shit with steve when the race was over, making the manager of the ride mark him so he couldn't ride again. i told the guy who worked there what really happened, saying it wasn't steve's fault, the chick was just being a bitch. if anything, steve shouldn't be the only one being removed from the ride. she starts screaming at us, and we just walked away. when we got up to the exit of the line, we all stood around lighting our cigarettes, trying to decide what to do next. well, the dumb bitch comes out and calls me a "stupid fat ugly bitch". i didn't care, but sam charged at her in my defense. i was able to keep him from hitting her by holding him back, but only barely. i turned him around so he wasn't facing her, and some asshole that was with her reaches around me and fucking punched sam in the jaw. steve was holding cristy back, i was holding sam back. their group was bitching us out, we were trying to walk away. the security guard came running over...i never knew a fat man could run so fast. he talked to them first, as we walked away. sam started walking past everyone else, so i tried to follow him and talk to him. he was obviously upset. he looked like he was going to cry, but didn't even want me to see. then the security guard came over and asked us to leave. great. we came home and sam sat out in his car for over an hour crying and talking to his dad. i felt so bad for him.
sunday i had traffic school all day, so i don't really know all the details of what happened in the casa. i just know that there was some major drama, and i'm glad i wasn't here. things seem to be better now.
and then today. my fucking bosses called me into the office and told me that i'm pretty much fucking everything up. they actually scheduled my breaks for me. because aparantly i take too many breaks for too long. so now i have a break from 10:30-10:45, lunch from 12-12:30, and break from 2:45-3. fucking lame. oh, and did you know i miss on average, 1-2 days per week since i've worked at fairfield? yeah, neither did i. i need a new job. now.
i miss sam already. today is his birthday, and he's out to sea. we celebrated last night a bit, we stayed up till midnight, i made him take a hefty shot at 12 and then steve punched the crap out of him 21 times. he tried to hide behind me, and i just went over to cristy's bed instead, letting steve go at it.
anyway, i'm exhausted, and i think i'm going to get off the damn computer and smoke some cancer.