A Heartfelt Work of Staggering Genius.

I just found out Jonathon Groff (Melchior, original Spring Awakening) is gay. :( I guess the musicals should have been a clue, but I feel like we lost a good one to the other team. Oh well.

In other music news, the Tegan and Sara album is out on Tuesday. I already preordered it, and have it basically on repeat on myspace. Go listen to 'The Ocean' dammit.

In real news, I've been pretty busy. I have a good group of friends here (shock!), and am usually out. On the other hand, whenever I've made a good friend here in TN, they seem to move away (3 so far in 6 months). So I'll give it a lil bit. They're all completely different, but I've always meshed with different people. I find it funny that usually my friends don't like each other, but I can get along just fine? It only makes me sad when I realize everyone can't hang out in a big group. :/

I have a lot of adult shit to do. Like paying off that parking ticket so I don't get arrested, getting a TN ID, paying bills. I got insurance now...or at least signed up for it. And then my crown came off at work and I had to perform minor dental surgery in the bathroom. Guess who still can't afford to go to the dentist? You guessed it.

But my laptop works again, and I've slipped into my old sleeping habits. Some things never change.

So things were going relatively well until this week. I was savin' money, looking for an apt, makin' friends, lookin' forward to DC in 3 days.

In the past few days I've

-ran out of gas
-had shitty days at work
-got bitched at by my mom
-had to give her several hundred dollars instead of her giving me some money for my birthday

Therefore it'll probably be a lil while longer before I can stop imposing on Amber and Toby. I just hate the idea I'm puttin someone out, you know? I hate this adult thing.

Fantastic.

Consisted of...

Friday: Rock band

Saturday: First day of work. Copius amounts of alcohol. Smoking. Dancing. Touching.

Sunday: Vomiting.Feeling like shit. Working.

Wekome to Nashville.

In one week, I'm making my first big solo move. I say solo because when I came down to Southeaster, I had Diana and Matt with me. Even though that didn't last long, there were people coming with me from my hometown.

I'm leaving Lakeland Sunday night/Monday morning, going home to visit with the 'rents, unload some crap, and then it's off to Nashville! Thank God for friends who let you crash at their place until you can get on your feet. If Hoggies did nothing else for me, it gave me that :P I also found out today I have a full time job waiting for me as a photo tech at a Walgreens in Hermitage the first Saturday after I move. It's not anything with psych, but hell, it's a job. I'll worry about the details later.

So pumped.

I like

Amaretto and cokes
Staying up late
Discovering its raining outside
Finding a good book

Little things keep you going.

I've graduated college. But this promises to be one of the best spring breaks ever. Let me share:

-Pam and Danyale left tonight for Greece. None of them for over a week.
-CHRISTEN is coming into town on Sunday! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEee.
-Drinking. Lots and lots of drinking. All week.
-Brandon Telg visiting on Monday. Sand dunes? Chilling out.
-Sushi.
-Pie.
-Sweeney Todd.
-Smoking cigars to keep Christen company.
-Alcoholic milkshakes.
-Gingerbread apt complexes. Yes.
-Tarlo and Tumor.
-Tegan and Sara
-Shot glass chess/checkers.
-Drinking sweet tea. SUCK IT UP CHRISTEN YOU LOST.

And so much more. But that's all I can put, because otherwise you would implode of the awesomeness.

So, my oh-so-adorable puppy, Baxter decided when I was in the shower that he needed something to entertain himself.

This, apparently, meant chewing through my laptop's power cord.....Twice.

Needless to say, I wasn't happy. The next day or so I went to go buy a new one, figuring that they were about $25-30 tops. No. Try $80 and up. For a charger. What the heeeell? Called my dad, since he's a comp guy, and he said he'd find a spare and send it down, because, contrary to popular belief, I can't waste that much money on something so....not vital to life - despite my daily activities. That came in the mail today, but guess what?

It's was too big. (That's what she said.)

Long story short, I ended up going to Home Depot (and stopped at barnes and noble for the hell of it), got some stuff, came back home. And spliced my old charger back together.

I am amazing.

I should be sleeping. But we all know how well I do things good for me.

There's a thing floating around facebook. You write 25 things about yourself, anything. Here is my uncensored version, because out of MySpace/Facebook/LJ, this is the place I'll get the least flack about it? Is that sad? Yes. Yes it is. Here we go, biiiiitches.

One) I don't have very strong opinions. I don't know if it's because I'm so open minded - I'm much more interested in everyone else's thoughts/opinions - or because I'm afraid offending someone.

Two) I think I'm the happiest when I'm singing at the top of my lungs in my car by myself, or reading a good book.

Three) I want to do everything in life - and yet I'm scared to make the first step towards something tangible.

Four) I love the getting to know someone phase the most in a friendship. And how, even after knowing someone for a long time, you can find something new out about them.

Five) I don't know who my biological father is, and had to wait 17 yrs to find out my mom didn't really know either. So now I never will.

Six) When I was in high school, I was a hardcore Christian. But now I can't help thinking how everyone's got a certain belief, and there's no way we can tell for sure who, if anyone, is right until we die. Who's to say there won't be someone studying our culture 1000 years from now, dissecting our culture and religion like we do? And yet, I can't shake the feeling there really is a God and I'm failing him.

Seven) The first time it starts snowing around me, I'm going to run outside and lay on the ground and start making snow angels. I don't care if there's not enough snow, or if it's the wrong kind.

Eight) I've always had the nagging feeling I'd get in/die in a car accident. I haven't ever been in one. And yet, if I'm a passenger, I don't always buckle up.

Nine) I don't sleep much at night because I'm too worried about my future/finances.

Ten) If no one was around and I had nothing to do/a dog to take care, I prolly wouldn't wake up.
My dreams are like movies. With a conflict, characters. If i wake up, I'll go back to sleep and jump right back in it.

Eleven) I love asking questions, listening to people. I actively pursue getting to know my friends. And yet, I am secretly dying for someone to treat me like that and show interest in my life besides the usual questions.

Twelve) After getting out of the shower, I call out to make sure my roomates aren't there. And then I totally walk around naked.

Thirteen) I wish everyone could work in retail to see just how much of an ass they're being.

Fourteen) I developed my horrible mouth at a Christian college.

Fifteen) I've recently started the bad habit of chewing on my lip. And it's chapping the hell out of them, so I need to stop.

Sixteen) I'm not really sure if I'll ever find someone to date/marry. And that, consequently, I'll settle for less.

Seventeen) Sometimes I just want to booty dance ridiculously.

Eighteen) I love writing. I've always had tons of ideas for stories, and actually would start them as a kid. But I always lose interest and don't finish. So I'll just stick to reading.

Nineteen) I want to try bartending? But I'm not a fan of huge crowds yelling at me for a drink.

Twenty) I miss the intellectual stimulation of college.

Twenty-One) It's hard for me to say no. So sometimes I'll flake out the day of and say I got called in to work.

Twenty-Two) I tend to hold a grudge. I can't stand people who say one thing, and then do another. The same goes for talking shit about someone, and then continue to act like they're best friend. You either this or that. No inbetween.

Twenty-Three) Some of my best friends are ones I've found online. It's very surprising.

Twenty-Four) I sincerely hope I get more chances to travel.

Twenty-Five) Whenever I see a hot guy at work, I always check his ring finger. The nicest ones are always married :p Fuck.

I really do feel like I miss out on some sort of magical moments in winter because it doesn't snow here.

But we have an effing freeze warning?

That's like saying you're going to give me alcohol, but no wait. It's O'Douls. Who the hell drinks non-alcoholic beer? The only reason I can understand the drinking of beer is you can get drunk enough after a while to not care your drinking vomit water.

At least I don't have to shovel shit.

Dear esteemed coworker,

I just want to share my admiration at how you have been here for almost a year and 1) still don't know what the hell you're doing and 2) are getting more hours than me. You've obviously stumbled upon some secret (blackmail? tight with the boss? some distant family member?) so that you don't need to do shit on your shifts and leave it for someone else. Something need straightening? Oh, let me get that for you. Trash? Don't trouble yourself. Please. Also, thank you. Because of you, I am considering taking up smoking. Maybe then I can take a millionbajillion breaks, despite the fact no one else does, except you.

Teach me your ways. This "hard work, good job" thing is not hacking it.

Sincerely,
Me.

PS - No, I can't/won't/don't want to give you a ride home.

Just a quick run through of Christmas, I'll come back and edit later.

4 DVDs
-Hancock, Ironman, Batman, Juno
2 Cookbooks
1 Bartender's Guide :D:D:D:D
1 GPS navigational system for my car :D
1 Tacky Christmas shirt
Wireless for my laptop, finally.

My mom also gave me her old tea maker, since she got a new. Then I went and saw the Curious Case of Benjamin Button with Kolbs. GOOOOD movie, if just a tad bit long.

I'm drinking.

Christen made me do it.

It's Thanksgiving week and everyone's left me. I drove Mel to the airport (Tampa, not Orlando, which was fine execpt for the hellish traffic.) Karen and Danyale left with Brandon for NYC. And in the process left the kitchen an effing mess for me to clean. So what did I do. Bought stuff for milkshakes!!

And at Christen's insistence, added vanilla vodka and kahlua to that mix. Can't say I regret it either.

I can't wait to get out of here.

Did I mention I'm working 9-6 Thanksgiving day? Be a saint. Don't go to your local Walgreens.

I'm just kind of over life.

Things I've done recently in no particular order of importance or time:

-Slept in.
-MAde my own pizza, basically from scratch.
-Looked for a message from a certain someone on MySpace.
-Smoked a cigar and had a beer.
-Stalked someone on facebook.
-Got excited, again, over NYC, seeing Mel, Vic, and Lex...and turning 21.
-Looked for a house to rent in a month.
-Saw six new born puppies.
-Remembered I don't like beer, nor do I think I ever will.
-Had a good night with friends.
-Roadtripped home.

Also, it annoys me when my roomate insists on sleeping on the couch, because she's too effing lazy to clean off her bed. And she sleeps with the covers over her head, prompting the strange urge to smother her...if only to teach her a lesson that blankets do not belong over the head when sleeping.

Extra points if you can put all those things in chronilogical order.

Who knows what's gonna happen.

But I'm going to enjoy the thought of it while I can.

So, yesterday I was supposed to go into work at 3 pm. I decided to take a lil bit of a nap beforehand, since its been hard to go to bed lately (lately?)....I woke up around 2:45, cause I live right next to Walgreens. I get ready, make sure I have my keys, my phone. Well, right before I leave to walk out the door, I get a phone call. I answer, chat...walk out...lock the door.

And I'd forgotten my keys.

I ended up having to walk to work. Thankfully Kaleigh got me so I could get my keys/car - because apparently she isn't going to be home til Sunday. I would have been totally screwed. :P

Moral of the story? Don't call me before work. I will fail at life if you do.

In Today's News:

I finished my last undergraduate class. It's a good feeling to be COMPLETELY done.

Hey kids.

Cut because I ramble too much.

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So, I just checked my bank account and I have exactly enough money to make my car payment and give Kaleigh my half of next month's rent.

Welp, so much for eating. I guess it time I went and donated plasma again.

Well, it's done. I graduated. Walked across the stage. Got a tassle. All those great things that come with pomp and circumstance. Ha, I almost wrote poop. (Yes, I laughed at that....) This week has been super nice, not having to worry about classes or exams and crap like that. I pulled 2 all-nighters in a row before I finished my exams/projects, so I'm content to laze about. My mom and brother came down. We went to Disney (FO FREE), got to the front of every line. We went goofy golfing. Fun stuff. I'm going to try to visit in June when things get settled and finished up here. My mom's having a hard time with the fact I'm basically never going to live at home again.

It still feels surreal. Like, now I could go do ANYTHING. And I have no idea where to start. Well, here's what I got so far.

Plans for end of this week:

-Pack.
-Change addresses to apt.
-Finish powerpoint.
-Say goodbye to everyone.

Summer plans:

-Living with Kaleigh...
-Working.
-Finishing summer classes. This will be done by June. I got to walk but still need to do these to get DA PAPA (read: degree)
-Getting another job? Mo' money, mo' money.
-NYC!!!! :D :D Plans: Spring Awakening, Maybe Ave Q (depending on ticket prices), Stomp. Drinking - clubs, bars. Sightseeing.
-Road trip to TN (this is in September, but still sorta summerish). Morgan's wedding, but more importantly: chillin' with Amber and Christen (if she's still there).

From there I need to decide my Life Plans. But I'm giving myself the summer off from that stuff. Last summer before I accept Adulthood.

I'm going to take my time.

...and right now I'm going to go get my laundry and play the sims.

11 days.

Eleven days.

Once dias.

Holy freaking crap.