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OK so things are sort of better.
I've been hired! Yay. I'm going to be working at Genesis Seven....I am soooo excited. I start on Thursday. It's hard not to call to find out if I have any appointments yet. I probably should call just to see and get myself emotionally prepared. It is such a cute place and so close to my house. It shares space and ownership with a tattoo parlor (I'm not even sure if 'parlor' is a legitimate word or if it actually means 'illegitimate' as I've become hyper-aware of Oahu's massage parlors that are now self-dubbed "spas").
And the magazine that I did the makeup for the fashion spread is coming out soon. First page of porfolio: check.
And of course, I have a buzz. I miss Christmas and at the same time I am so tired of Christmas. I miss family and Christmas stuff more than I ever knew but it's so hard being so single. I know I should just forget about it. That I wouldn't be so single if I had just tried harder in the past but I'm just so depressed right now, I'm not sure if it is loneliness or if it's the yearly blues that I get whether I'm in Hawaii, around friends and fam, or not. Got most of the shopping done anyway. And not having a boyfriend means one less present on the bright side, right?
Also in recent news: HP went unconscious on me AGAIN. Ready for the real trip? We were at the same place. And I was talking to the SAME GUY. We took some friends to that place for $1 drinks night and I was just saying to this guy (who STILL doesn't remember my name but I know wants to get w. me but will never happen because he is shit) "Why didn't you call 911 when I asked you to? Don't you do know what to do when someone hands you a phone and says 'call 911?' I PUT A PHONE IN YOUR HANDS! HOW MUCH EASIER COULD I HAVE MADE THAT FOR YOU?" I'm actually really glad that I got to say that. Because it felt good to say that. But I didn't get to the grand finale of ripping his balls off because HP came stumbling over holding on to the wall, saying,"Suz, I've got to go. I'm gonna pass out again." I walked her out of the club and around the place and she had already called her ex-bf to come pick her up, so I didn't have to ask some JACKASS to call PARAMEDICS or anything and she did get pretty far before she went unconscious (further than last time anyway) and I didn't go to the hospital because I felt bad about her feeling bad about the last time I went to the hospital. So I went back to the club where we just left our friends from out of town and lots of other friends and the friends from out of town had left. So I panicked. I drank every single drink on the table that was unoccupied. Gross, especially during flu season. And I brought a nice boy home with me...who happened to be a virgin. Yay. Virgins.
I've been hired! Yay. I'm going to be working at Genesis Seven....I am soooo excited. I start on Thursday. It's hard not to call to find out if I have any appointments yet. I probably should call just to see and get myself emotionally prepared. It is such a cute place and so close to my house. It shares space and ownership with a tattoo parlor (I'm not even sure if 'parlor' is a legitimate word or if it actually means 'illegitimate' as I've become hyper-aware of Oahu's massage parlors that are now self-dubbed "spas").
And the magazine that I did the makeup for the fashion spread is coming out soon. First page of porfolio: check.
And of course, I have a buzz. I miss Christmas and at the same time I am so tired of Christmas. I miss family and Christmas stuff more than I ever knew but it's so hard being so single. I know I should just forget about it. That I wouldn't be so single if I had just tried harder in the past but I'm just so depressed right now, I'm not sure if it is loneliness or if it's the yearly blues that I get whether I'm in Hawaii, around friends and fam, or not. Got most of the shopping done anyway. And not having a boyfriend means one less present on the bright side, right?
Also in recent news: HP went unconscious on me AGAIN. Ready for the real trip? We were at the same place. And I was talking to the SAME GUY. We took some friends to that place for $1 drinks night and I was just saying to this guy (who STILL doesn't remember my name but I know wants to get w. me but will never happen because he is shit) "Why didn't you call 911 when I asked you to? Don't you do know what to do when someone hands you a phone and says 'call 911?' I PUT A PHONE IN YOUR HANDS! HOW MUCH EASIER COULD I HAVE MADE THAT FOR YOU?" I'm actually really glad that I got to say that. Because it felt good to say that. But I didn't get to the grand finale of ripping his balls off because HP came stumbling over holding on to the wall, saying,"Suz, I've got to go. I'm gonna pass out again." I walked her out of the club and around the place and she had already called her ex-bf to come pick her up, so I didn't have to ask some JACKASS to call PARAMEDICS or anything and she did get pretty far before she went unconscious (further than last time anyway) and I didn't go to the hospital because I felt bad about her feeling bad about the last time I went to the hospital. So I went back to the club where we just left our friends from out of town and lots of other friends and the friends from out of town had left. So I panicked. I drank every single drink on the table that was unoccupied. Gross, especially during flu season. And I brought a nice boy home with me...who happened to be a virgin. Yay. Virgins.