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[May. 18th, 2008|11:00 pm] |
One of 'those' moods jut hit me out of no where. I'm nervous alone in the house, anxious over nothing in particular, depressed although nothing significant has happened, eating carbs like I've been starving on a protein only island for five months. You'd think I'd have PMS or something for the thrid time this week I want to cry...but I already did once this week and that's my max. It was "pick on Kim hour" at work, evveryone got pissed off at me for doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing and following orders from supervisors (who ended up mad at me too beacuse they told me to do whatever) then one customer asked if I was ok, making me a complete basketcase for the requisite ten minutes.
Anyway, moving into a new apt, with a new, lower drama roommate at the end of the week. Decorating a new apt is fun...have to get the stinky couches cleaned before they are allowed in the new place.
Tomorrow is pay day. And it'll be a good one. Have to be at work in 6 and a half hours (yes, I have to leave the house at 5:40, earlier than high school). Hopefully this mood thing will be gone, at least I can blame it on being groggy. Would it be bad to put my two weeks notice in the day before I went on a two week vacation? Haha.
Mom called, love her. Got jealous of people on the ACMAs and the people watching it live. What the hell?
Feel better time....sixteen days and I'll be on my way to Sweden!!! |
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| Update |
[May. 14th, 2008|09:07 pm] |
Sorry to everyone for sucking so bad at keeping in touch, working 6 days a week.
Work's ok, jobs easy and usually fun (not to mention typically great money) but management is worse than all other jobs I've had combined (fuck Carole and Wes with a splintered broomstick)...ready to move on. Found the perfect job using my degree available in Nashville, mammal keeper at the zoo. Now I have to write my resume and convince them, through a series of potential interviews, I'm right for the job. If that doesn't work, I'll start looking at Vandy and anywhere else that's hiring.
Life-nothing special. Working a lot (no benefits thanks to an asshole boss). Single, I've gone on a few dates, no one I clicked with. Really like a guy, but don't think he likes me quite enough to commit, oh well. Lonely somtimes, but I'll be fine. Still getting to know people, and trust the friiends I have, lucky to know a few people. If I can find it in me I may ask for a few favors from them eventually...in the form of backstage passes to a couple of concerts. Ready to move out in about 2 weeks. Sitting and sleeping on my own furniture. Love the current roommate and her dog but no more stinky dog will be good...maybe I'll shave the cats to keep the apt truely clean, ha. Moving in with another friend across town before getting something on my own. BIG vacation in just over two weeks (only 2 more weeks !!!!). Going to Sweden for two weeks, with a side trip to Athens, GREECE thrown in. I'm paying for nothing. Thank you Uncle Dan, I always knew I was your favorite. Ha ha. Only bad part, he chose for me to visit during Fan Fair, a four-ish day event with about 8 huge concerts daily by anyone you can think of.
I'm trying to plan a trip to go home at the end of June, will try to make it over to Tampa. I miss home, the beach, Mom, Dad and the beach. Tori- make time for me, I miss you way too much...only problem with this trip, I'd most likely have to quit my job. Bosses don't like it when you ask off for about a months worth of time in less than three months. Since I also want to take a 5 day weekend in early July for a gigantic concert in Ohio with Jamie (friend, not nasty old roomate).
Going out for a drink with friends and some more good, live music. I am still in music heaven. Love you all!
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| Upset |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|01:00 pm] |
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| | infuriated | ] | Incredibly pissed off. I need to find a new job, so I can quit the one I have...too bad I'd be making good money soon. I can't deal with the terrible management and overt favoritism anymore. The most recent shit:
1) I asked to be moved full-time, was told "Sure, I'd rather move up a part timer than hire someone new." 2a) I got called out, in front of everyone, for making a small mistake that snowballed into a big deal. I'm not perfect, so I accepted it...despite that being the worst way they boss could have handled it. Plus, someone could have easily fixed my mistake the next day before any problem at all arose...on several occasions. b) That stressed me out enough to make me cry infront of the group, embarassing. It was the final straw with a bunch of other stress...I ended up telling Wes (the boss) I'm having trouble paying bills this month. SO what does he do? 3) Hires to new people full-time. Giving them a bunch of shifts and leaving me as part time (and barely working at all).
Fuck Wes (and Carole too for that matter).
That settles it, despite being broke as hell I'm getting drunk tonight. |
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| 40 hours later |
[Feb. 18th, 2008|02:35 am] |
I found the magic cat, tucked under my dresser in a 4 inch high crevice only accesible from the back. He won't com out and I don't know if he's eaten, but he will eventually. The other one gets more cuddley evry day, which makes me happy. And...both cats are now on a diet.
In other news, went out to dinner with a guy friend last night. I almost wish I liked him, but I feel nothing towards him. He's nice, works for an airline and would probably be good boyfriend, oh well. So, I'm still single.
That's all. |
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| Randomness |
[Feb. 16th, 2008|02:33 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home | ] |
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| | complacent | ] |
I have a magic cat!...well, sort of. I got two kinda fat but, adorable two year old cats for Valentines Day. One of them is really snuggly and cute the other has disappeared. He was scared of his new home (and the dog Lia wouldn't put upstairs) soo he spent 6 hours under the bed, I went out...when I came back home he's gone. Neither of us thinks he got out, just found a super stealth hiding spot somewhere. Anyway, I now won't be home alone and lonely when I move out on my own, I'll have my not so little cat(s) to keep me company.
Let's see, I had a fake gang bang on accident. I was refered to a doctor for an abnormal pap smear, no big deal. Found out once I got there it was a teaching hospital, there were four fully dresses people in the room and I was not one of them. Can we say awkward? That was the least fun I've ever had half naked. Everything is fine, by the way, despite Dr. number one trying to scare me.
Work has been super slow, I was all excited to move out on my own, now I'm stuck with my roommate for another month because I'm so broke...may have to pay half on the 1st and half on the 15th. It blows. I've picked up a few hours at my job and applied for a few others, no one wants me right now. Oh well.
Spent Valentines Day alone, for once wasn't bothered by it. I'd like to have someone, but am finally ok with it not happening right now. I have other things to think about and life to live...no use worrying about a guy.
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| Grr |
[Feb. 10th, 2008|01:52 am] |
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I had a fun entry written and it wouldn't post....maybe I'll re-write it later. |
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[Feb. 4th, 2008|04:27 am] |
I'm annoyed the Patriots lost...In other news, I'm not sleepy and it's really late. I decided to read the best of Craigslist, one of my new favorite sites (not only 'best of' but the whole site). Anyway, here is one of the funniest things I;ve read in a while. It's bathroom humor: fair warning.
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/aus/323013997.html |
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| Stupid Blonde Girl... |
[Feb. 3rd, 2008|05:26 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | momentarily mad | ] | The older I get the more annoyed I am that I'm still single.
I also get mad more often if I'm blown off by someone...plus I get more jealous. Lovely qualities huh? haha.
Update: I posted this in response to how a guy treated me. Talked to him today and it turned out to be no big deal, I believe his story. |
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| Jealous. |
[Jan. 26th, 2008|04:43 am] |
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| | apathetic | ] | A feeling I really don't like, but I'll survive. Yes Laura, my roommate and that guy...
On a better note, a guy I'm friends with (I use friends very loosely) is in a really good country/pop band. As in opening for Martina McBride and on both the GAC and CMT top 20 countdowns this week, video and an interview on both channels. Check 'em out, Lady Antebellum! If nothing else the guys are scruffy-cute. |
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| Revision |
[Jan. 21st, 2008|04:39 pm] |
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| | annoyed | ] | I lied, in this one situation I am pretty damn jealous. I knew I liked his personality but it wasn't til he e-mailed that I realized I want him and without major difficulty, don't have that option.
She sent him a 'nice to meet you, give Lia a chance' e-mail from my account. He wrote a book in response. I want him, she's going to fuck him over and I'm tired of playing the half-hearted therepist for her every fucking time she meets someone... Why couldn't I have said "you're right, he does deserve someone like me"?
Now I have to respond back to him and I have no idea what to say. It's on myspace so he can see I read it and I can't put it off...I want to say "you're right she'll hurt you, give me a chance" but can't. Help! |
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