sometime this summer, i will invest in audioblogger, because that would be sweet as hell. for now, i keep my roommate awake with the sound of my extra-loud keyboard. (paper-thin walls, not literal room-mate) four days left of the internship. one more paycheck, that i'm hoping i can stretch throughout the entire summer. do you think it's possible? i've tried to budget before, but credit cards always screw things up. it's just so EASY to use them. which defeats the whole purpose of a budget.
here are the things i would need cash money for: food, gasoline, concerts, man whore(s), cell phone bill, slutty clothes, gym membership. i think it should add up just fine... i just need to get it in writing and give my credit cards to my mom to ensure i won't use them. man whores don't take nothin' but the cash money, anyhow.
so, fingers crossed and i'm probably jinxing it by talking about it, but bridget told me we might have a puppy this summer! oh geez, i said it, now we won't... it's just that... puppy! oh! how. much. fun. would that be?
this whole college athletic coaches turned nasty perv-o's is really disturbing. iowa state guy partying with college girls, letting them kiss him and such? alabama coach going to a topless bar, bringing one back with him, and letting her order $1000 worth of room service? what the fuck can you order for a thousand bucks? "hi, i'll have 17 steak dinners, 4 bottles of wine, 9 appetizers, and how about a diamond tennis bracelet too?" ok, i know there are plenty of old pervs out there who go to strip clubs, but ones who get paid millions of dollars by college students tuition? sick.
so. i've been "fibbed" to recently. (haha, no, not pointing a finger at you.) i dont' like it, but at the same time, do not try and point it out. it only makes me uncomfortable when i can tell that i'm being lied to. that is all about the matter.
okay, how BAD do i feel for going to a concert of mothers day!?! i swear, i had no clue that may 11 was mothers day when i bought the tickets... it was only after i devoted an entire half of one hour at work to precisely inking it into my planner that i saw written in tiny 8-point font at the bottom of that day "mothers' day - USA"... you wouldn't believe the holidays in my planner... for instance:
feast of the epiphany (jan.06)
coming of age day (jan.13)
human rights day (mar.21)
mothering sunday (mar.30)
buddah's birthday (may.08)
orangeman's day (jul.12)
friendship day (aug.03)
international indigenous day (aug.09)
respect for the aged day (sep.15)
nobel day (dec.10)
boxing day (dec.26)
ok, so i'm sure you're so enlightened right now. i'll call may.05 enlightenment day.
oh, i forgot... mar.29: national feast of she who is lov-ed and respected and graces us with her presence and she whom all cherishes and honors and will never forget day. how did i let that slide by? ; )
i have fallen into the reality-type show trap. i now currently am guilty of viewing 4 such shows on a semi-regular basis (and yes, watching like 6 episodes in a row counts, hello mtv marathons): frat/sorority show, american idol, and road rules challenge. why, oh why?
haha, i was re-reading my journal from a while back, and i wrote this PATHETIC line, which i will share with you for your own pleasure, and please, kindly laugh behind my back, and not to my face... "i am being punished for a crime that i didn't commit." the context? i had overslept my alarm and missed going out with some new friends. we were supposed to meet up at like 8 pm or something, and i took a nap but overslept, woke up at 11pm, and was stuck with nothing to do. cell phones weren't in the picture, so i was literally stuck. isn't that funny though, why so dramatic? i think i was crying at the time.
anyway, why am i skipping the two hour finale of the practice to blog? wtf? but i've missed too much of it now to go and watch the end, i'll have to wait 35 minutes until it stops recording, then rewind and watch. such is my life.
don't take people for granted, especially not your friends. and definately not your family. but that is just a given. goodnight loves.
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