Sleep Sleep Sleeeeeeep.

Why hasn't it come yet?
I took Melatonin...
Shouldn't I be tired yet?
I have to be sleeping.
I have to be up at 3 freakin' 30.
Please sleep...
come.

I'll tell you a secret, let's make this perfectly clear. There's no secrets this year.

OKAAAAYY.
So, my 'bad luck' Monday turned into a bad luck week.
After having a few not so great days, I got slapped in the face by Friday.

Ohhh Friday.
It started off good. And that's when you know you're in for trouble.

I wasn't late for work, but 2 of my partners were.
Which left me alone in the store with 2 newbies who didn't really know what they were doing.
Don't get me wrong, they are sweethearts and all, but it is way too early in the day to deal with that shit.

Work goes by fine, whatevs, And an old co-worker/friend comes by to visit, and we decide to hang out.
So we take the train back to my station, and I walk up to my car to find that someone has been nice enough to decorate my car with their paint.
In other words, someone didn't know how to back up, and swiped my car.
And didn't leave any info.

BY THE WAY, JACKASS.... THANKS SO MUCH.

Like who does that?
Wouldn't you feel like the biggest jerk in the world if you swiped someone's car?
wouldn't you leave some sort of contact info?
I would.
But I guess there's no more honest people left in the world. And if there are, they're hard to find.

Then, I get home, and get ready to go for drinks.
Things are going okay again, I parallel park for the first time in like a year, and am very proud of myself.
Go up into my friends apartment, and chat it up a bit.
They all have a pretty good buzz going on. Especially one.
Who is QUITE drunk.
Anyways, long story short, we are on our way to the bar, having an impossible time trying to find a parking spot, and wondering if they're even going to let this girl into the bar, because she's that far gone.
But we shouldn't have worried about that anyways. Because as soon as we finally find a spot, she gets out of the car, and wants to go home.
And of course, we respect her wishes.

Long end short of the 'long story short', she pukes in my car.

Awesome, no?

Also, I have come to find that no matter how many hints you drop, people are clueless, and don't get the point that you want them to leave you alone.

And other people don't get the hint that you don't want them to leave you alone.

And yeah...
Oh well.


By the way, I should make it known that the vomit-situation has been taken care of, and all is forgiven.
It was just a crappy Friday.

Correction

Since I can't edit anything on blogger on my phone, I have to email a
new entry. Nice.

Anyways, I had meant to say no debit card = no food.
Phone has nothing to do with it.

And we're all monkeys in a long line of kings.

I have been awake for 3 hours and already my day has taken a turn for
the worse.
My favourite pants that I paid $25 to get the zipper fixed have seen
their last day.
I don't have a debit card, because I left it with a friend. No debit
card = no phone.
I got 5 hours of sleep.
I'm going to be late for work because of the pants situation.
I missed my bus because of the pants situation.
My mom drove me to the station because I missed the bus, which isn't
all that bad, but she hates having to do it. And to top it off, when I
got into her car, I shut my hair in the door. I found that out when I
moved my head forward and my hair was being ripped from my head.

HAPPY MONDAY!!!
And it's only 11 am.

Fml.

I take it hard, it's hard to take.

Let me just start off by saying no names will be mentioned in this entry, unless it is my own.
This entry should really be called "Angry rantings of an angsty 20 year old bitch."

So, contender number 1, are you reaaddddyyy?
Too bad.
Here goes nothing.

Quit thinking you are so important to the world. Honestly, when I thought it was an act, it was a little funny, but now I find it unbearably annoying.
You are not all that great, and I don't know who in your life made you think you were. But I'd like to find them, and punch them in the face for blowing your ego up to the point of being impossible to pop, or at least let a little air out.
I will applaud the person that actually succeeds at it. Seriously, I will buy them a steak dinner.

Number 2!
Wow, really?
I'm sorry I liked you when I was 16, and felt rejected so I turned to someone else, only to find that you did like me.
BUT I'M NOT 16 ANYMORE, AND NOTHING COULD MAKE ME WANT YOU IN THAT WAY.
Get your head out of your ass, and quit treating me like the plague.
I'm sorry I wronged you 4 years ago, must have really sucked for you to take such an emotional beating. *rolls eyes*
I have been nothing but nice to you, trying to be your friend (and ONLY giving friend vibes...), and you respond by saying I'm in love with you, so you want nothing to do with me.
Mature.
Go fuck yourself.

3, such a lucky number...
But not in your case.
You are a terrible friend.
Seriously.
Absolutely terrible.
I'm sorry I got you a job, and asked everyone to be nice to you there, because you were one of my best friends, and I wanted you to feel welcomed.
You know why I'm sorry for that?
BECAUSE IT BIT ME RIGHT IN MY HUGE ASS.
I'm glad I found out now what a god-awful friend you are now, rather than another 3 years down the road.
Thank you for being quite possibly the most vapid cunt on this planet.
I'm done.


Oh 4, I would love for you to walk out the door.

No, you have not talked to me in times of need.
No, you have no tried to fix this.
No, you do not care about our friendship.
Yes, I am sick of your "woe is me" act.
Yes, I am sick of your pointless lies.
Yes, I also hate your self-importance.


5, are you ready for this?
I'm tired of you playing with everyone's emotions.
Lucky for me, I can see right through you.
Unlucky for some people I know, they can't.
You are a scumbag.
Is it your jealousy that drives you to wreck things that could have been so sweet?
Because that's no excuse
Not everyone loves you, and you know that.
And that's the sad thing. Because when you know they don't like you, you do everything in your books to charm them, not caring what the outcome will be. As long as it's momentarily in your favour.
And the even sadder thing about it is, you don't even care about the person. You just do it for shits and giggles.
You make me want to punch a small infant.


I really hope 2010 isn't an angry year for me...

Alright, the momentary emo episode is over...

I actually ended up having a really good night.
And I'm up too late for my own good.

Thank you Alyssa, Richard, Joe, and Chris for cheering me up.

Although, it's bittersweet when I talk to you english folk.
Because it makes me happy, and you're entertaining, but then I miss being there.


AWWEEEE HOW HEARTFELT OF YOU, KAYLEE!


Apparently my promotion is in the works, and I'm actually super scared.
Like, I'm stoked...
But I'm just scared that I'll mess it up, and I won't be ready and would have all been pointless.

I just don't know how I'm going to be able to do it if I'm already stressed as a supervisor.

I know I've whined about this before, but I can't seem to get it out of my head that I'm going to fail.

Terrible mindset, I know.

I should definitely be more optimistic.

I should also definitely be sleeping.

I need to be up in 6 hours, LOL.

Goodnight.

I'm just a bad person.

Soooo.....
It's been a little while.

Not much has happened, other than the quality of my computer is rapidly deteriorating, and I'm pretty sure I've lost 2 friends.

That's pretty great, isn't it?

Ugh, I'm tired of all this crap... can't something awesome come along yet?

Do I really and truly deserve all this crap?

Probably.