Who Is It?

Every Thursday, my sister has family night with her husband's family. Eric and I were friends growing up, and I know his family very well. I get invited every Thursday, but have yet to attend. My sister and I joke about how his family loves us more then ours since we never get invited to anything with our family.
Anyhow, family night is a big drinking party; this much I know for a fact. The funny part of it is that Eric's mom was also my teacher when I was in the 8th grade. I still call her teach when I see her.
I called Molly tonight when she was there to tell her a funny story. She told me I should go over, but I said no. I was still in my work clothes and had just rented a movie. I couldn't possibly. We talked for a few minutes and then hung up.
A few minutes later, my phone rang again. It was my sister's number, but when I answered it, it wasn't Molly on the other end. It was my old teacher. It was obvious she had been drinking some. She called to tell me I should come over for family night.
I love my life. Only I will get drunk phone calls from my 8th grade teacher. God bless her.

Too Many of Me

Out of sheer boredom, I did a search on myspace to see if there was anyone else on there who shared my name. There were a few profiles...I didn't pay that much attention to see how many there actually were. What was really odd is that one of the people doesn't really live too far from me.
I kind of makes me feel weird. I don't like knowing that there is someone who goes by my name living in the same state as me. I was going to add him as a friend and tell him he has the same name as me. We would become instant best friends, I'm sure. I didn't though. I feel like he knows too much about me as it is since we share a name. I didn't want to give him cause to try and steal my identity.

Can I Really Do It?

A few weeks ago, I decided that I wanted to be nice to strangers. It's not a feeling I get often, but I decided to go with it. My hair was getting long, and I decided I was going to grow my hair long so that I could donate it to Locks For Love.
I knew you had to donate at least 10 inches of hair in order to do it, but I didn't realize just how much hair that is. The last week or so, I've wanted to cut off my hair because it's too long and is bothering me. I just measured it. I'm really bad at gauging length. I thought it would be about 4.5-5 inches by now. It's barely 3 inches.
I held the measuring tape up to my scalp to see just how long my hair would be before I had the minimum amount to donate. Hum, I guess 10 inches will be a little longer then I originally thought. I didn't plan this too well.
Say a prayer that my vanity doesn't win me over and I actually go through with it. I feel the need to do some good in the world.

White Christmas

After a rough few days, I just wanted to do something to get my mind off of everything and relax today. I had the perfect solution. Watch my all time favorite Christmas movie.
God love the Temple Theatre for showing White Christmas every year. I love that movie. I just wanted to sit in the dark for a couple of hours and drink my hot chocolate laced with peppermint schnapps. Every time I see this movie, I remember why I love it so much. It's a pity that I feel as though I can only watch it during Christmas time.
Anyhow, like I said, I just wanted to get my mind off of everything that's been going on in my life the last few months, but it wasn't happening. I've been an emotional wreck lately. It was bad enough when I started crying at work yesterday, but I couldn't take the movie.
There aren't really any especially touching scenes in the movie, but I started welling up at least 4 times. I kept praying that my sister wouldn't look in my direction when it happened and ask me what the hell was wrong with me...although she knows, so she probably wouldn't have. I think I just need to be sedated or something.

8 Hours

I decided to do a little experiment with myself this week. I decided that no matter what it took, I would get 8 hours of sleep every night this week. No matter what, I vowed to make it through the entire week before I decided if it was worth it or not.
It isn't as easy as it sounds. I'm a night person. I like to stay up late reading, watching movies, or updating my blog. It takes a lot of self control for me to get in bed by 11.
I was expecting all these great things to happen from all the extra sleep I would be getting. I was wrong. After two full nights of sleep, I feel like crap. It seems like the more sleep I get, the more my body wants. I've been dragging all day long for the last two days, and never seem to fully wake up. What's wrong with me?

I'm Never going to Live this Down

Saturday night was Lisa and my annual birthday extravaganza. What I don't understand is why I never learn my lesson to not make a fool of myself in public. I'm a glutton for embarrassment.
I was so excited to rock out my knee high, red, pleather, platform boots with my sequence thong and booty shorts. I did my makeup, put on my press on nails, and painted them a lovely shade of red with glitter. That's when I realized my first mistake. I should have put on the fish nets before I put on the nails. Oh well, I lost a few nails in the process, but I managed to get them on.
I realized how skanky my costume was, and was okay with it. When everyone else saw it, they made me doubt myself. Everyone kept saying I was going to get kicked out of the bar since you could see my butt crack, and the bottom of my butt cheeks. I drank some more vodka, and said I would bring a pair of jeans, just in case.
The first people I saw when I got to the bar were my co-workers. I found out today that I actually showed them just how much of my body was exposed before I said, "It's okay if you see my butt, we've worked together long enough that it doesn't matter." I don't remember that, but there is lots to the night I don't remember.
I made a dollar when I was doing karaoke. Some random person put it in my guarder, alongside the flask I had tucked away. I decided I was on a roll, so why not bust out in a dance in front of everyone. In the process of dancing, I broke the bottoms off both of my shoes. Some of my friends came down to help me up the stairs since they thought I wouldn't be able to walk without my shoes in one piece.
Amazingly enough, I managed to walk up a flight of stairs with minimal help without falling. As soon as I got upstairs, I collapsed though. I couldn't get up, and I think I took one of my friends down with me. I sat on the floor of the bar until someone brought me my tennis shoes and changed.
I think lots of other exciting things happened, but I don't really remember. I do know that I love Amanda, but I just wanted her to leave me alone. Long story, but apparently I said that to her. Sorry.
I've heard there is video footage of me singing, but I've yet to see it, and hope to never be forced to watch it. The night would have been better if I had remembered my camera, but I'm dumb. So, everyone who has pictures, send some my way. This was a night I wish I could remember.

Almost Time

I'm uber excited for the party tomorrow. Yes, I just wrote uber, and I don't think that's how it's even spelled. I got 10 hours of sleep last night and feel great today. Hurray for my health!
I think I may end up being kicked out of the bar tomorrow. My costume is that trashy. The top makes me look skanky enough, but the bottoms are going to cause some problems. They don't quite cover my butt cheeks. Oops. Actually, all they are is a pair of girl's panties. I can't believe I'm going out in public like this.
When I bought them today, I rationalized with myself that I would be wearing fishnets, so it would be okay. Right, because fishnets provide so much coverage. Hopefully I'll be able to get a few drinks in before I get sent home.
Whatever, I'm so ready to get to this party it's ridiculous. I'm going to need some liquid courage before I get there though. Luckily for me, MJ is having a pre-party at her house while we all get ready tomorrow night. I should be good to go by 9.

I Need a Quick Fix

Just over 46 hours till the big birthday party, and what should happen? I'm coming down with the flu. I woke up sweating like a pig last night. My tummy has been a rumbling all day today, although I have yet to get sick. I've been having spells of feeling light headed on and off today.
What should I do? I'm worried that I'll be sick during the party. Short of being completely incapacitated, I'll be there though. Damn it, I have my costume all planned out...although I need to make some last minute purchases to complete it tomorrow. Maybe I'll get lucky and it will only be a 24 hour bug. I've been feeling worse as the day goes on, which leads me to believe the worst is yet to come. If worse comes to worse, I guess I can always drink orange juice(with lots of vodka mixed in) at the party. At least I'll be getting some vitamins out of it.

Voicemail

Sometimes I love voicemails. You never know what you're going to get with that. With some people, I know I'm going to laugh every time I get a voice mail. Those normally come from Amanda.
Amanda has had me laughing twice in the last 3 days with her voice mails. On Saturday, she called when I was on the phone with my sister, so I let her go to voicemail. I was making lunch when I checked it, so I put her on speaker phone. Out of nowhere, she asked if I wanted a cock ring for my birthday. I don't think I have ever laughed that hard in my life. The only thing that would have made the moment better would have been if someone had been around and heard the message, but no one was.
Tonight, she left me another message. She wanted to warn me of the mass amounts of alcohol she would be drinking at my party. Then she dropped a huge bomb on me. She said it like it was no big deal, then realized I didn't know about it, but just carried on with her conversation like nothing had happened. God love her.
I called her back, and accidentally hung up the phone before I could leave a message. I called again, and was in the middle of a long message, when her phone cut me off. I never got to finish what I needed to say, but I couldn't call her back a third time. Amanda, call me tomorrow(or tonight if you're still up, I'll be up late).

Abercrombie and Coats

I have a problem with clothes. Specifically, I have a problem with coats. I own at least 20, not exaggerated. I can't help myself when I see a coat that I like.
Last week, I was at the mall and ended up in Abercrombie and Fitch. I tend to avoid that store because it's so overpriced, and the clothes tend to be bland...don't hate me for my opinion. I was in there, and saw a sweater that I liked a lot on a mannequin. I looked all over the store for it, and couldn't find it. I asked one of the workers and he told me that they didn't have it in the store. It was simply for display. Uhhh, why do you display clothes you aren't selling?
Anyhow, when I was looking for the sweater, I came across a coat that I liked. Here's the problem with coats and my body. I have broad shoulders, long arms, and a non-existent waist. It's hard for me to find coats that fit me well. Despite the fact that I don't need a new coat, I tried it on. It was amazing. It fit me! I looked at the price and decided not to buy it. A huge step for someone who's as much of an impulse buyer as me.
A few days later, I was still thinking about how much I wanted the coat. I decided to go back on Saturday and buy it. I tried it on again, hoping I would notice some huge flaw in it and decide to save my money. I couldn't find anything wrong with it though. In fact, I loved it even more then I remembered. I questioned how I had lived the last few days without it.
I figured there was a good chance the coat had undergone a major price cut in the past 2 days, and checked the price again. Instead of a price tag, there was a tag that said something to the effect of "Property of Abercrombie and Fitch's Display, Not for Sale." I knew from previous experiences not to try to have them sell the coat to me. They won't do it.
I rummaged through the remaining coats in hopes of finding another small. I couldn't find one. The only coat that fit me was not for sale. I hate that store. Everyone that works there is so pretentious and thinks they are better then you. They display clothes that aren't for sale, and don't sell the clothes on the rack.
I would pretend that I'm going to boycott the store, but I won't. Tomorrow, I'm going to go there, rip the price tag off one of the other coats and switch it for the price tag on the display coat. Then, I'll boycott.

25

I don't know why my computer won't allow me to upload my picture, but I give up. I turned 25 today. Shoot me now. I'm getting too old.
Today was actually pretty low key. I'm saving myself for the big party on Saturday. I'm incredibly excited about it, but I had a little bit of a mishap, which may cause some problems.
I bought some stripper boots to go with my costume(pimps and ho's theme FYI). They have huge heels and platforms. The problem is that they're a little small. I decided to put them on Friday night for a few minutes to see if I could stretch them out a little. They actually stretched some, and I was happy. When I was about to take them off, I somehow managed to break the heel on one of them.
I'm hoping I can super glue it and all will be fine. If not, I'm just going to be a gimpy ho. I can't wait to whore it up on Saturday.

Why, Hello There

I actually wrote about this when it first happened, but then my computer crashed before I could post it, and I didn't feel like rewriting it again till tonight. Also, I don't feel like uploading pictures, so that's why the last few posts haven't included any. And now, our feature presentation.
On Halloween, a few of us decided to relive our Rocky Horror characters one more time. We went to the bar in costumes just for fun. I was the first to arrive, scantily clad in little more then some crotch hugging short shorts. As I was walking to the bathroom, I overheard someone ask if the cast of Rocky Horror was all coming out that night. Nice to know we're recognizable.
Anyhow, the bar ended up getting crowded. Crowded to the point that you couldn't move. We had arrived early enough to snag a table, but no one could get up from it to get to the bar since it was surrounded by people.
At one point, a couple of my friends asked if I would get them drinks since I was the closest to the bar. I said I would and squeezed through the crowd.
As I was standing in line, I felt something brush my butt. I didn't really think too much of it since it was so crowded. Then, I felt it again. Only this time, it lingered. Again, I figured it was just crowded and someone didn't realize their hand was rubbing my ass, or it was one of my friends joking with me.
I turned around to see a person in a mask. Masks freak me out. I have a huge phobia of them, to the point of running away from my parents screaming in a busy amusement park when I was a kid and they tried to force me to get my picture taken with someone in a giant plush head. Knowing that someone in a mask was touching my nether regions made me incredibly uncomfortable, so I inched forward to get to the bar. I made it about a half a step forward before being stopped by the wall of people in front of me.
At this point, the person grabbed my butt. I lost it. I threw my elbow back as hard as I could and yelled what the hell are you doing. I couldn't bring myself to look at the person as I did it since I was too scared of the mask. Luckily, the person took the hint that my bum isn't public domain(for people in masks at least) and walked away. This just adds to the reasons that people dressed up in costumes freak me out.

The Gift that Keeps on Giving

It's been 10 days since my car was broken into, and I'm still feeling the effects. I had a shard of glass stuck in my finger, that I was finally able to pull out today. The good news is, my finger isn't as painful anymore, so I'll be blogging again.
Aside from the physical pain I've been going through as a result of these assholes, there's also the financially strain as well. I just got my car back yesterday after getting my window replaced. I immediately stopped to buy a new CD player. I thought I would be able to figure out how to install it myself, but I can't. Wires have never been my forte.
My back passenger tire has been losing air since everything happened. I had to put air in every few days in order to get to and from where ever I was going. I forgot to mention that when they were fixing my window. When I was driving home just now, my car kept pulling to the left. I figured it was because my tire was getting low. When I got home, I realized that the tire is completely flat; to the point that I'm not sure how I was able to drive without seeing sparks. We'll just add that to the tally of things that I have to pay for.
I had big plans to get all dressed up tomorrow so I could look nice for my new driver's license picture(my birthday is Sunday, I expect calls and well wishes from everyone), but since my car is out of commission, I doubt I'll be able to make it. I'll have to drive with an expired license and risk getting pulled over and thrown in jail. Don't you just love people who break into your car and screw up your life for weeks to come?