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It really breaks my heart when I know the life of a 14 month old is already fucked up because his mom is nothing but a selfish idiot. How can you lead your life like this when your child is suffering for it? Luckily the only thing he has going in his life is that he has caring and loving grandparents. Let this be my warning, if things don't change and this young lady happens to say the wrong thing to me, I just may end up with an assault charge against me.
In other news, It's been forever since I've posted. But I definately do still read everyone's posts. I haven't posted because life still sucks for the most part and I don't want to use my journal for complaining, but hey, fair warning, I'm going to do a decent amount of bitching this post. I've typed up alot of posts, but after reading them I always seem to delete them. Which very well may happen to this one.
I've switched jobs again. I'm still serving, but at least now I'm working in Auburn and at a restaurant that does better business. Well, at least it did and will again after the summer session. Being a college town, I'm pretty much broke all summer waiting for football season to start. But Niffer's is an extremely well run restaurant compared to what I've worked at. It's clean and everyone who works there knows their shit and works their ass off, which is nice seeing as I'm used to lazy ass servers.
My living situation is decent. It has it's ups and downs. The girls fight an awful lot and it's always about stupid shit, and I tend to play mediator alot. Luckily we all have different work schedules so I miss some fights. But then I have the other extreme, they're an affectionate couple when they're getting along, and being the constant third wheel while they cuddle and play next to me on the couch is getting old. But I guess I knew who I was going to be living with when I moved in. They really are great girls to live with and we have alot of fun when they're not bickering. Which brings me to my next topic, I have roughly a year and a half left of school. Upon graduation, I will be moving to Macon (unless he's moved by then) and living with Bobby. I'm so ready to not be a long distance couple anymore. I hate having to say goodbye and not see him for two weeks or more. It's not fair. I hate going so long without physical contact. I have to go through my hardest days, by myself without him holding me and letting me cry. And I hate it. It hurts loving someone so much and knowing you can't see them.
Anyways, making myself cry again. This weekend however, I did get to see Bobby and celebrate his birthday. I got into Macon Thursday and Friday we went shooting with Bobby's boss and some coworkers. I was proud to see that I didnt completely embarass myself. Though six days later, my shoulder still kills from the shotgun cannon that I shot. We slept in Saturday morning since we had company over late the night before. Then we started getting ready for our plans for going to Atlanta to celebrate Bobby's birthday/Alan's non-bachelor party. The seven of us caravanned up to our hotel at the Hilton and did some pregamming at Hooter's and at our room. After we were good and schnockered, we set out for our destination, The Cheetah Club. However, the boys got distracted by a paranormal convention going on in our hotel and forgot that we were en route to the strip club. Finally we make it and had a really good time. Sometime in the early morn, we took a limo back to our hotel where we I apparently went swimming and we went back out to eat for a drunk middle of the night meal. I only remember bits and pieces of the night after we left the naked dancing women. I'm such a lightweight because I dont normally drink, but we had a good time. We woke up the next morning and I think most of us were still drunk , at least I know I was. And even though I'm always hungover after drinking (which is the reason I normally don't drink to excess) I was able to keep myself feeling good through the hour and a half ride back to Macon in the back of the car (fyi: I get carsick in the back of cars). Luckily Bobby and I didnt have anything planned for the rest of the day and we just napped and lazyed around the house. It was a great weekend, a nice break from my routine here.
My days in Auburn have become a never ending cycle of not having enough time. I'm back to taking classes at Auburn, and that means I'm back to the crazy workload. I spend about two hours a day on homework alone, for my one full summer semester class. I also have class every day for at least two hours. And I have to spend even more time studying notes and working on my next test material. And when I'm not doing those things, I'm working. Which I mentioned is slow because it's ths summer semester. I went to making $100-$150 a shift, to averaging out at $45 a shift. So I have to work more shifts to make bills/having any money. But I dont have time to work those shifts with my class. AND come June 28th I'll be starting two more classes. They aren't science classes, but they are minimester and tons more work to do. And needless to say I dont sleep very well. I just wish I had Bobby here to push me and not let me get so discouraged.
Anyways, it's storming, or at least about to. I hope it storms, the weather has been psyching me out lately. Good thunderstorms always put me in a better mood. I have two more days of crazyness, then I have thursday and friday off from work. Which I would love to go tubing with my friends, but I have a test on Friday that I should stay home and study for. Sorry for this being so long.