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This weekend was actually pretty sweet for once, except I was really fucking moody and I don't know why. I just felt like total shit, there were times when I was really shaky and just didn't even want to move and then the rest I was in the best mood ever. Weird.
I had to work both of my jobs on Friday, but it was okay because I had time to finish my costume at the gas station. Levon stayed with me there the whole time, which was cool. I sewed all the patches and everything on (I was a police officer, Levon was a convict).
It turned out really sweet. Rachel let me borrow a pair of ass-stomping boots, I had fishnets and a black skirt with a button-up shirt that I had dyed and then sewed all these security guard patches off of a shirt I got ages ago (it was way too big for me). Add in all of the stuff I got from one of those little kid cop playsets (gun, badge, nightstick, and handcuffs...fun times) and it worked out perfect. Levon just got some orange deer hunting clothes and wrote a prisoner number on them (he used our anniversary date...cute, kind of) and then I drew tattoos all over his arms with Sharpies.
We went to the Rictus Grin party that night, out in Grafton. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go, I've kind of grown out of that scene, but it was a party. It was kind of funny, we showed up (in the Camaro of course) and jaws started dropping like mad when I got out of the car. I saw Brentson and Zack and they were like, "dude, don't even go in there. You are the hottest girl here by far and guys are just going to start humping you as soon as you walk in the door." So I waited for Levon to go in with me. He was so sweet all night. He kept saying he felt like the guy in that song "She Don't Know She's Beautiful." I saw a whole bunch of people from school that I hadn't seen in a while (mostly drop-outs). Jody's friend Jared was there. He didn't recognize me, but I didn't recognize him either, so I guess it evens out. Kind of...but he's still an asshole, especially since he tried to pick a fight with Brentson.
It was an interesting night, to say the least. There were a ton of girls hitting on me, which freaked me out, until I realized they were all on E. I guess a bunch of people took off running when they saw me because they saw the badge and thought I was a real cop. Nice...
We got home pretty late, and I slept until two the next day, but Levon had to go to work for a while. I just bummed around the apartment until he got home and then we went to go see my grandma. She told us a bunch of cool stories about my dad growing up, and then gave me more kitchen stuff. Neat.
Jacki's party was Saturday and it was AWESOME. We had a keg and a few bottles of Jager, and about thirty people. One of Rachel's friends, Laura, started drunk crying because she was worried about planning her wedding so I sat with her and talked her through it, got her to calm down. Seriously, I should be a drunken social worker. I would be awesome. We drank...a lot. Talked to her dad for a while, he tried to convince me and Levon that we should start having kids now. Levon thought it was a good idea but I was just like...uhhhh...no. I want to have kids with him someday, I'm just not ready for it now. I've got waaay too much to do with my life. Randy looked pissed off that I was with Levon, and Schmidty just looked wistful. Oh well, that's the way it goes.
Sunday we watched the game with my dad at the bar where his wife works, got a little drunk. He offered Levon a job working at Kreilkamp, which I think would be awesome for him. He has a good job now, but this would be doing something he actually likes. They got along so good, and I am sooo happy. I had to work after that, which sucked. What sucked more though was we kind of had a fight. We were listening to music and I said something that a song that was on reminded me of Chris. He had one of those looks like something was wrong, so I asked. I mean, I knew it was because I brought up Chris, but I wanted to know exactly what was bothering him about it. He wouldn't tell me so we just kind of stopped talking for a while. Then we both apologized, I told him I just was in a bad mood and I was sorry for being mean to him, but I just wanted to go home and cuddle with him.
So we did. End of weekend story. Now, on to another boring week.
P.S. Everyone seems to think their heart is bleeding.
I had to work both of my jobs on Friday, but it was okay because I had time to finish my costume at the gas station. Levon stayed with me there the whole time, which was cool. I sewed all the patches and everything on (I was a police officer, Levon was a convict).
It turned out really sweet. Rachel let me borrow a pair of ass-stomping boots, I had fishnets and a black skirt with a button-up shirt that I had dyed and then sewed all these security guard patches off of a shirt I got ages ago (it was way too big for me). Add in all of the stuff I got from one of those little kid cop playsets (gun, badge, nightstick, and handcuffs...fun times) and it worked out perfect. Levon just got some orange deer hunting clothes and wrote a prisoner number on them (he used our anniversary date...cute, kind of) and then I drew tattoos all over his arms with Sharpies.
We went to the Rictus Grin party that night, out in Grafton. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go, I've kind of grown out of that scene, but it was a party. It was kind of funny, we showed up (in the Camaro of course) and jaws started dropping like mad when I got out of the car. I saw Brentson and Zack and they were like, "dude, don't even go in there. You are the hottest girl here by far and guys are just going to start humping you as soon as you walk in the door." So I waited for Levon to go in with me. He was so sweet all night. He kept saying he felt like the guy in that song "She Don't Know She's Beautiful." I saw a whole bunch of people from school that I hadn't seen in a while (mostly drop-outs). Jody's friend Jared was there. He didn't recognize me, but I didn't recognize him either, so I guess it evens out. Kind of...but he's still an asshole, especially since he tried to pick a fight with Brentson.
It was an interesting night, to say the least. There were a ton of girls hitting on me, which freaked me out, until I realized they were all on E. I guess a bunch of people took off running when they saw me because they saw the badge and thought I was a real cop. Nice...
We got home pretty late, and I slept until two the next day, but Levon had to go to work for a while. I just bummed around the apartment until he got home and then we went to go see my grandma. She told us a bunch of cool stories about my dad growing up, and then gave me more kitchen stuff. Neat.
Jacki's party was Saturday and it was AWESOME. We had a keg and a few bottles of Jager, and about thirty people. One of Rachel's friends, Laura, started drunk crying because she was worried about planning her wedding so I sat with her and talked her through it, got her to calm down. Seriously, I should be a drunken social worker. I would be awesome. We drank...a lot. Talked to her dad for a while, he tried to convince me and Levon that we should start having kids now. Levon thought it was a good idea but I was just like...uhhhh...no. I want to have kids with him someday, I'm just not ready for it now. I've got waaay too much to do with my life. Randy looked pissed off that I was with Levon, and Schmidty just looked wistful. Oh well, that's the way it goes.
Sunday we watched the game with my dad at the bar where his wife works, got a little drunk. He offered Levon a job working at Kreilkamp, which I think would be awesome for him. He has a good job now, but this would be doing something he actually likes. They got along so good, and I am sooo happy. I had to work after that, which sucked. What sucked more though was we kind of had a fight. We were listening to music and I said something that a song that was on reminded me of Chris. He had one of those looks like something was wrong, so I asked. I mean, I knew it was because I brought up Chris, but I wanted to know exactly what was bothering him about it. He wouldn't tell me so we just kind of stopped talking for a while. Then we both apologized, I told him I just was in a bad mood and I was sorry for being mean to him, but I just wanted to go home and cuddle with him.
So we did. End of weekend story. Now, on to another boring week.
P.S. Everyone seems to think their heart is bleeding.