Another Journey Without Friends...
Okay, what the fuck. Had another restless night sleeping. Finally gave up and decided to stay awake. Fucking 5:55 AM... I guess waking early is a good thing, healthy, normal even, but still I don't know anyone that is awake right now. I'm watching Logan sleep and he seems so content. Not fair... bastard! I wish I could sleep right now. Argh...
So yesterday I was at the haunt practicing with the airbrush. Finally found in after people moved shit out of the makeup room. Though there is still a non working washer. Wtf? Apparently we are trying to be more economical and wash costumes there instead of taking them home every night. Which it makes sense in the end. We do have a few retards that would/have forgotten them the next night. Hmm, forgot to mention, I am now the makeup manager down at the haunted house.
Now that is something that doesn't make sense... I can tell you that right now. I've no formal training, haven't been to school or anything. I know some tips from theater, and then what Taylor taught me. We need an airbrush artist though, so Rob put me in charge of learning how to do it. Woot. /sarcasm/
Well after that, we got back home and Logan immediately wanted to go play a new version of DnD with David and them, Pathfinder. I was invited, but lately I've been to depressed to actually find enjoyment in any of it. And of course when I said that, Logan flipped his shit and asked what he had done wrong. So there was an hour long conversation about how he hadn't done anything and he didn't believe me. Oh well. He went on without me and I proceeded to ball my eyes out for almost and hour and a half before going into a mad cleaning spree of the apartment.
Heather finally got a job. And with her first paycheck since living her and being almost $1000 in debt to Logan and myself, she gave us $10 and then proceeded to go to fucking Pellicon. WTF!? She doesn't do jack shit around the house, even when she says will or I ask her... then of course I end up doing it or Logan does. I mean she pulled the trash bag out of the canister, but it is STILL sitting next to the door to be taken out. Whenever Logan grabs it I tell him not to bother, that I want to see how long it takes her to actually take it out before the smell becomes unbearable. Its been a fucking week... so I will be taking in out later today.
I know I'm just ranting since whenever I talk about Heather I just get angry, but seriously... she is a fucking mooch. She goes around telling her friends that we don't feed her, and that her home life is just horrible. Boo fucking hoo. You really learn about people when you live with them, and honestly... she has been grinding my gears, hardcore. I just... ARGH /mean-mug/ I mean she leaves food in the dishes she puts in the sink and dishwasher. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?! So now the cats are constantly jumping up on the kitchen counter and heading for the sink, which just drives me up the wall. I PREPARE FOOD ON THOSE COUNTERS! Ugh...
If she doesn't come up with her share of the bills come next week, I might just lose it. And that of course wouldn't be good! But like I mentioned before, I went on a total cleaning spree... our room was a mess and there were fucking cat vomit stains and kool-aid stains on the floor... and not to mention the corner of the room where Kokopelli pisses when he is upset at us for some UNKNOWN reason. So I asked Logan to get his moms carpet cleaner, and he did... so I pretty much mauled the carpet with it. Now it looks good and smells... clean. I enjoy that smell. A lot. Now I can burn my candles without flipping out over the fire hazard the heaps of clothes and shoes that were littering the floor. The only thing left to do is clean the bathroom and mop the floor there and in the kitchen... HOLY FUCK. Why do I feel like a house wife? Meh.
I start my job at Arby's Tuesday. Fuckers require DRESS SLACKS to work in. Of course Kevin's mom helped me out and bought me two pairs and some non-slip shoes. I hate that I have to go back to fast food. Hate hate hate. But I can't complain too much since it will be paying the bills, and I will be working with Kevin again. Ya know... he has been consistent in my life. And I love that. I love having someone I know I can depend on. We have been hanging out a lot more since Brent has been going to school in the morning, and Kevin virtually has nothing to do during that time. Lol. It was really odd, we were talking and managed to get on the subject of relationships. He said that he told Brent that if he were bi or still straight that we would still be together. So somewhere in the back of my mind I believe that Brent dislikes me for that...
I hope not since I really do care for him. Plus he cuts my hair for free! <3 I'm poor and fat. Not to mention he knows what looks good on me, and I trust him. Blah, this getting really long... so I think I will stop her for not. There is always something going on in my life so I always have something to write about. Kind of retarded isn't it?
So yesterday I was at the haunt practicing with the airbrush. Finally found in after people moved shit out of the makeup room. Though there is still a non working washer. Wtf? Apparently we are trying to be more economical and wash costumes there instead of taking them home every night. Which it makes sense in the end. We do have a few retards that would/have forgotten them the next night. Hmm, forgot to mention, I am now the makeup manager down at the haunted house.
Now that is something that doesn't make sense... I can tell you that right now. I've no formal training, haven't been to school or anything. I know some tips from theater, and then what Taylor taught me. We need an airbrush artist though, so Rob put me in charge of learning how to do it. Woot. /sarcasm/
Well after that, we got back home and Logan immediately wanted to go play a new version of DnD with David and them, Pathfinder. I was invited, but lately I've been to depressed to actually find enjoyment in any of it. And of course when I said that, Logan flipped his shit and asked what he had done wrong. So there was an hour long conversation about how he hadn't done anything and he didn't believe me. Oh well. He went on without me and I proceeded to ball my eyes out for almost and hour and a half before going into a mad cleaning spree of the apartment.
Heather finally got a job. And with her first paycheck since living her and being almost $1000 in debt to Logan and myself, she gave us $10 and then proceeded to go to fucking Pellicon. WTF!? She doesn't do jack shit around the house, even when she says will or I ask her... then of course I end up doing it or Logan does. I mean she pulled the trash bag out of the canister, but it is STILL sitting next to the door to be taken out. Whenever Logan grabs it I tell him not to bother, that I want to see how long it takes her to actually take it out before the smell becomes unbearable. Its been a fucking week... so I will be taking in out later today.
I know I'm just ranting since whenever I talk about Heather I just get angry, but seriously... she is a fucking mooch. She goes around telling her friends that we don't feed her, and that her home life is just horrible. Boo fucking hoo. You really learn about people when you live with them, and honestly... she has been grinding my gears, hardcore. I just... ARGH /mean-mug/ I mean she leaves food in the dishes she puts in the sink and dishwasher. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?! So now the cats are constantly jumping up on the kitchen counter and heading for the sink, which just drives me up the wall. I PREPARE FOOD ON THOSE COUNTERS! Ugh...
If she doesn't come up with her share of the bills come next week, I might just lose it. And that of course wouldn't be good! But like I mentioned before, I went on a total cleaning spree... our room was a mess and there were fucking cat vomit stains and kool-aid stains on the floor... and not to mention the corner of the room where Kokopelli pisses when he is upset at us for some UNKNOWN reason. So I asked Logan to get his moms carpet cleaner, and he did... so I pretty much mauled the carpet with it. Now it looks good and smells... clean. I enjoy that smell. A lot. Now I can burn my candles without flipping out over the fire hazard the heaps of clothes and shoes that were littering the floor. The only thing left to do is clean the bathroom and mop the floor there and in the kitchen... HOLY FUCK. Why do I feel like a house wife? Meh.
I start my job at Arby's Tuesday. Fuckers require DRESS SLACKS to work in. Of course Kevin's mom helped me out and bought me two pairs and some non-slip shoes. I hate that I have to go back to fast food. Hate hate hate. But I can't complain too much since it will be paying the bills, and I will be working with Kevin again. Ya know... he has been consistent in my life. And I love that. I love having someone I know I can depend on. We have been hanging out a lot more since Brent has been going to school in the morning, and Kevin virtually has nothing to do during that time. Lol. It was really odd, we were talking and managed to get on the subject of relationships. He said that he told Brent that if he were bi or still straight that we would still be together. So somewhere in the back of my mind I believe that Brent dislikes me for that...
I hope not since I really do care for him. Plus he cuts my hair for free! <3 I'm poor and fat. Not to mention he knows what looks good on me, and I trust him. Blah, this getting really long... so I think I will stop her for not. There is always something going on in my life so I always have something to write about. Kind of retarded isn't it?