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alright. lets talk about being stressed out. because i definitly am.
being that totaling my car was NOT part of the plan for my life at this point in time, i now need to get a new car. which WAS part of the plan...but wasn't supposed to be until like, six months from now. so, i'm going to the bank later today to try and get pre-approved for a loan, but they will probably just laugh in my face and be like "sorry..." but yeah. anyways.....i really need a car.
i mean, i have mother dear's car to go to school and work, but i'm not allowed to take it out or anything. and for my friends who live like, not five minutes down the road from me, it's a hassel to have to drive me around. especially when we have all sorts of drunken fun nights, that i currently can't attend. it's lame.
however, when i get a car, my plan is to drink and smoke more, be stressed less. and i think it will work.
i'm also still single, which is very odd. not even a date since.....josh? odd, really.
and school is so blah. i'm only doing well in two classes, and i'm getting there in two others.
and living with my aunt is becoming the most stressful thing ever. first off, she is all nasty to me because i don't like school and don't put in effort, and because i quit a job that i didn't like and got one that i do. it's gay. and my FUCKING cusin. i could have murdured yesterday. literally. because i had to work at 4, so i plugged in my straightener at 3 so it would get hot while i got dressed, and then i could just straighten my hair real quick, put on some makeup, and be out of the house around 3:30. so, FORTYFIVE seconds after i plug my straightener in, my fUCKING cusin decided to get into the bathroom and take a dump.
...........................
NOW I AM LIVID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because lets face it, guys that take dumps usually don't take two minutes. NOT TO MENTION the bathroom will stink when he's done. and lets face it, he's never going to be done. so, now my straightener and makeup is locked in the bathroom where my nasty cusin is taking a nasty shit, i'm totally pissed off, and probably going to be late to work. ugh. he FINALLY GOT OUT, and i had about TEN MINUTES to get ready. talk about speed. luckily, i was able to get ready, and i was to work on time.
but i fucked up at work. and aaron, who ADORES ME, got all mad at me, and then alan lectured me, and then i got all upset, and then everyone felt bad for me. and then alan, my manager, was all making fun of me, saying i was crying and what not. and for the record, i DID NOT CRY. i had tears in my eyes, because that's my reaction to anyone getting mad at me or something like that...turn on the tears.
now, i will be the first to admit it. some people, i have no problem dealing with. i even let a lot of shit roll off my back. but when i feel attacked, i get all upset, and yeah. i was raised as a princess. i didn't get yelled at. so when i do, it's like....alright, make them feel guilty by crying and being all upset, and it'll be alright. it's really quite funny that i still do that. and i know it's something that i need to work on, and it won't happen again, but yeah. so that was my night. and he felt all bad and now he ADORES me again. :)
and i did not cry. in fact, i thought to myself how much i hate dan and how much better i am at the job than he is.
AND JUST FOR THE RECORD even though justin and brian aren't going to be reading this...I TOLD YOU SO..........just ask nick. I WAS RIGHT and YOU WERE STUPID. ha. ha. ha.
i guess i'm done bitching now. i'll post later and tell you all how the whole bank thing went.
being that totaling my car was NOT part of the plan for my life at this point in time, i now need to get a new car. which WAS part of the plan...but wasn't supposed to be until like, six months from now. so, i'm going to the bank later today to try and get pre-approved for a loan, but they will probably just laugh in my face and be like "sorry..." but yeah. anyways.....i really need a car.
i mean, i have mother dear's car to go to school and work, but i'm not allowed to take it out or anything. and for my friends who live like, not five minutes down the road from me, it's a hassel to have to drive me around. especially when we have all sorts of drunken fun nights, that i currently can't attend. it's lame.
however, when i get a car, my plan is to drink and smoke more, be stressed less. and i think it will work.
i'm also still single, which is very odd. not even a date since.....josh? odd, really.
and school is so blah. i'm only doing well in two classes, and i'm getting there in two others.
and living with my aunt is becoming the most stressful thing ever. first off, she is all nasty to me because i don't like school and don't put in effort, and because i quit a job that i didn't like and got one that i do. it's gay. and my FUCKING cusin. i could have murdured yesterday. literally. because i had to work at 4, so i plugged in my straightener at 3 so it would get hot while i got dressed, and then i could just straighten my hair real quick, put on some makeup, and be out of the house around 3:30. so, FORTYFIVE seconds after i plug my straightener in, my fUCKING cusin decided to get into the bathroom and take a dump.
...........................
NOW I AM LIVID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because lets face it, guys that take dumps usually don't take two minutes. NOT TO MENTION the bathroom will stink when he's done. and lets face it, he's never going to be done. so, now my straightener and makeup is locked in the bathroom where my nasty cusin is taking a nasty shit, i'm totally pissed off, and probably going to be late to work. ugh. he FINALLY GOT OUT, and i had about TEN MINUTES to get ready. talk about speed. luckily, i was able to get ready, and i was to work on time.
but i fucked up at work. and aaron, who ADORES ME, got all mad at me, and then alan lectured me, and then i got all upset, and then everyone felt bad for me. and then alan, my manager, was all making fun of me, saying i was crying and what not. and for the record, i DID NOT CRY. i had tears in my eyes, because that's my reaction to anyone getting mad at me or something like that...turn on the tears.
now, i will be the first to admit it. some people, i have no problem dealing with. i even let a lot of shit roll off my back. but when i feel attacked, i get all upset, and yeah. i was raised as a princess. i didn't get yelled at. so when i do, it's like....alright, make them feel guilty by crying and being all upset, and it'll be alright. it's really quite funny that i still do that. and i know it's something that i need to work on, and it won't happen again, but yeah. so that was my night. and he felt all bad and now he ADORES me again. :)
and i did not cry. in fact, i thought to myself how much i hate dan and how much better i am at the job than he is.
AND JUST FOR THE RECORD even though justin and brian aren't going to be reading this...I TOLD YOU SO..........just ask nick. I WAS RIGHT and YOU WERE STUPID. ha. ha. ha.
i guess i'm done bitching now. i'll post later and tell you all how the whole bank thing went.