| You so cruntry |
[Apr. 17th, 2007|12:27 am] |
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I have not posted in here in so long because life has been nothing but predictable and monotonous. Work and the same clubs/bars have taken up my time during the week. I should have been content with the monotony.
Two Saturdays ago, I went to a party and around 2 a.m. we decided that we should go to a bar in Ybor since it was so close. We went to the Orpheum and stood around after they closed until about 4 a.m. When we returned to my car, it was keyed and the back driver tire was slashed. We called AAA and changed the tire while they screwed around coming to help us. I didn't get to bed until 6 a.m. I called out of work during the whole ordeal. I called when I woke up to make sure it was fine that I called out during the night and they were fine with it. That is until 3:30 when the other manager never showed up and they couldn't get a hold of him, so I was forced to come in on my donut. I drove all week on a donut with no time to fix it between class and work. On Tuesday, Cassie wanted to hang out before she returned home to Kansas. We went to the bowling alley and it was lame, so we decided to go to Peabody's, a couple blocks away. Being on a donut, I decided to ride with another car and leave my car there. When we returned from the bar, my car was towed. Rachel called her manager and he said he'd sort it out in the morning. The next day he screws around until 5 p.m. He finally says he'll take care of paying for my car in the next few minutes. I have Carrie drive me to the real ghetto of Tampa to get my car back. As soon as we park, Rachel calls to say the manager called the company and they refuse to give it to me for free. I give in, I had work the next day and decide I'll pay just to have the car back. They wanted $190 in cash which I did not have. They instruct me to come back the next day during actual business hours and it will only be $165. Jacqui loans me the money and takes me the next day and she says she'll see the district manager that night about compensating me. He tells her no and the next day we call corporate. Two hours after calling corporate, I get a call from the district manager saying come in with the receipt and we'll compensate you. After work, I go to the bowling alley and they have to call the tow company since they have the check. The tow truck driver arrives and tells me he doesn't have the check, but to go to the tow center after 3 p.m. with a Florida driver's license which I do not have and I will get my money back. I was ready to do battle the next day about not having a Florida license, but the manager was overly nice to me and actually gave me the original receipt amount which was $190.
Saturday seemed like it would be a good way to get back on my feet and go out and socialize again and be happy. Lucky for me, I decided to call out on two friends and go to the foul G. Bar. I ran into a guy I met about a year ago who lives in Sarasota but comes to visit on occasion. He and I have talked sporadically online in the past, but he always seems to never remember me in person. I decided Saturday was the night to call him out on it. I asked him to come to Orpheum with me, so we could talk. He obliged and later obliged to coming home with me. We talked all night long and he was so complimentary and we cuddled all night etc. We woke up, went to breakfast, and he continued to parade me with compliments about wishing I didn't live in Tampa etc. He is AMAZING. He's a photojournalism major, 25, absolutely gorgeous, did his internship with Anderson Cooper (I'm sooo jealous), and just an all-around great guy. When I got home, I took Jacqui to get a weave put in which was disastrous since the weave did not match her hair color, but I did learn that I have the adequate length to have my hair cornrowed. It will happen shortly. Right now, I am procrastinating studying for a test and writing a paper all due Wednesday morning, the night after Jacqui's birthday party. I will more than likely hate life on Wednesday. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2007|01:13 pm] |
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I don't think that I will ever make it to the Gasparilla day parade. I never thought to try to make it the past two years, but this year I even skipped out on a trip to Cocoa Beach to be with family in order to go to the parade. I didn't wake up until 1:30 and had to wait for Jacqui to get ready. We then had to get food and pick up Roger. Needless to say by the time we parked a mile away and began walking towards Bayshore, droves of people were walking the opposite way as us. It was quite fun though to see these people leaving since 90% of them were tanked. Girls threw up, men publicly adjusted themselves, fights broke out, black eyes were starting to show through, and everyone carried a beer. We made our way to a party that Melchor knew of. It was quite classy, they made steaks and fondue and supplied beer. Well, classy besides the games of flip cup. I had a few beers and we decided to walk back to our car. The city was complete chaos. The parade had been over for hours, but people still lingered in the streets in the rain drinking or wandering lost trying to find their way home. We picked up one of these lost souls that Jacqui knew from freshman year and escorted him back to civilization. At Melchor's, we decided to take tequila shots. From there, Jacqui, Chuck and myself went to an art show at Red Letter One in Ybor. They were dishing out free booze, so two vodka and red bulls later, we left. We went to Crowbar to see some indie rapper. I had a few bay breezes and decided I want to meet up with Melchor at G Bar. I walked by myself somehow to G Bar. I don't know if I ever met up with my friends, but I somehow ran into Leigh and Lauren with some gays. I ended up making out with Leigh's friend, whatever. We then went to some taco place and at some point I imagine they drove me home because I woke up in my bed. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2006|07:50 pm] |
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He stared out the window. The site of the tree branches whipping in the wind sent a chill up his spine. He crawled to his closet and pulled out his heavy coat and set forth to the door. Upon opening the door, a gush of wind slapped him in the face. His muscles began to tighten up and he raced to his car to escape the perils of the cold. He shivered relentlessly at the bus stop. The pain didn't seem to end waiting for that bus. The bus ride was a short vacation from the blistering cold. He was already late for class when arriving on campus, but coffee was a necessity. Something warm needed to encompass him. He pushed his way through people running in large coats and gloves. His ears burned with the constant pulsing wind against his skin. The coffee satisfied his immediate need to be warm, but the juxtaposition of cold and warmth on his fingers made his hands feel frostbitten. There was no escaping this blizzard-like tundra. He scrapped the day off as a loss due to bad weather. It was a sad, sad day; it was 60 degrees in Florida. |
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| Finally an entertaining evening. |
[Sep. 16th, 2006|01:11 pm] |
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| | Pink - Leave Me Alone, I'm Lonely | ] |
I was ditched for Chambers by Christine and Safeena. I had gotten all worked up to go out and had clothes with me at work, so I called up Rob. He is currently switching apartments, but would be at his old one thankfully. When I arrived, it turns out his old roommate was having a party for one of his friends. They offered us anything that we'd like to drink....I somehow made the strongest vodka seabreeze ever and then was talked into doing shots of Stoli Raz. I then discovered there was beer hidden in the freezer. Needless to say, we left for Chambers with me being slightly buzzed. We didn't go straight to Chambers, oh no, we stopped at Rob's new apartment for a minute. At his apartment, Janel whipped out the chronic. In typical Tom fashion, being a little drunk, I was asked to pass it to someone and I decided to take a hit off of it. I got to the bar pretty drunk. Rob and I found wristbands on the ground and went inside. At which point, I immediately hit the bar leaving them all behind.
This manifesto of how much I drank was just a build-up to the events I am about to describe. I blame the alcohol. We danced together. Brad and I got a little more friendly than I knew we were. We watched the drag show and then everyone wanted to dance onstage. I got on stage only to realize everyone was paired off with someone else and I was alone. I decided to walk around the club and drunkenly find someone to dance/make-out with. No luck, so I hit the bar. At the bar, I could swear that Roman was standing next to me, but I paid him no attention even when I could feel his stare on me. Finally, I got a little pissed that I was almost touching shoulders with him and he did not have the decency to say hello. So, I kicked him behind his knee and made him fall a little. He turned around, and it wasn't Roman. Thankfully, the alcohol stop me from being embarrassed for trying to take out a complete stranger.
I next ran into Aaron's old roommate, Mac, whom I think is so adorable and asked for a dance. He in turn jumped on me which prompted another guy to jump on the back of him and we danced in some weird orgy of hands all over each other and pressing our bodies as close to one another as possible. They then walked away and I was ready to go home. I rounded everyone up and we headed to the car. I fell behind and ran up to the car to get in. The damn door was locked and I kept pounding on it. Janel walked over to me and asked what I was doing. It turned out it was not Janel's car and the owner was standing there wondering what the hell I was doing.
We had to stop at Rob's old place to get Don's keys, but Rob went home with some boy and we were locked out. Being the good Christian boy that I am, I took the screen off the front window and broke into their house through the window. Real classy, Tom.
I made it home alright. The best part of the evening though came when I signed on to myspace. I got an e-mail from this CREEPY guy who always stalks me at the club and writes me messages like I'm too nervous to talk to you etc. Anyways, eh says he saw me tonight blah blah blah. Then he says, you were trying to get into my car afterwards. I wish it wasn't locked. Of all the people! I try to drunkenly break into creepy guy's car! |
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| I'm bossy! |
[Sep. 14th, 2006|12:56 am] |
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Rachel wants to move into an apartment by October 1st so tomorrow I fill out the application and pay the fee to get everything processed. I hope to be back in Temple Terrace by October with a nice roommate that is not my best friend and will therefore be just a roommate. I'm very excited for all this to happen.
I will always wait for you. I may not be available, but I'll continuously hope that we can be. |
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[May. 18th, 2006|08:12 am] |
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I was so sick on Tuesday and for no good reason. I went out Monday night only to find out that there was no karaoke, so I had one drink and went home to watch television and have some McDonald's. I went to bed at 3:30 and woke up twelve hours later feeling extremely nauseous and had a terrible upset stomach. I brought Brad to Jason's house and came home and puked up bile for ten minutes. I then took a nap before going to work. I woke up feeling achy and kept burping despite the fact that I had not eaten in almost 24 hours plus I had the feeling of terrible indigestion that kept creeping up my throat. Luckily, I woke up last night and felt completely fine. It might have been the sunburn that I acquired from the beach on Monday or maybe just something bad that I ate. Go to Castle tonight, it's my first time there in months! |
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| Watch out Rip Van Winkle |
[Feb. 21st, 2006|04:00 pm] |
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I went to bed at 11PM last night and just woke up at 4:00PM. 17 hours of sleep, hmmm, maybe I'll go back to bed and see if I can sleep for another 7 hours and make it a complete 24. |
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| Friends Only |
[Sep. 9th, 2005|12:33 am] |
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My brother and sister have discovered my livejournal and find it humorous to show all the things I've written about to their friends. So before I continue corrupting the youth of Northeast PA, I'm making my livejournal friends only. If you want to view it leave me a comment and I'll add you. |
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| We never ever do nothing nice and easy. |
[Jul. 29th, 2005|03:04 am] |
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I'm heading off to Fort Pierce tomorrow until Monday with Krista, leave me some love! |
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| What's happenin? |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|05:46 pm] |
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| | The All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret | ] |
I've been back in Florida for almost a week now, and I really can't seem to get back to how I was before I left. Before leaving I stayed up all night, slept all day, went to clubs about three times a week, however, now I really really do not want to go to any clubs whatsoever. I more than anything just want to chill indoors, have a few drinks, and socialize with friends. I guess Pennsylvania continues to shape me, one week of it and I feel I've changed. Speaking of my trip to Pennsylvania, I must write the week's events so I won't forget them.
Tuesday the 12th: I arrived to Mary, Beth, and Jackie at the airport with fake flowers and balloons. Being away from mountains for awhile really makes you appreciate them. I spent the drive home taking in the scenery and chainsmoking since I had no time from when I left the Tampa airport. I got home, saw my mom's side of the family including my new cousin Ava. My mom took me out to dinner at the Windsor for wings, mmm, it was also nice to be able to smoke in a restaurant.
Wednesday: I had a dentist appointment in the morning and I began to realize how truly strange that town is. I arrived to an open office, but no lights on indoors or a dentist or receptionist. I called my mom to confirm the time and date and she nonchalantly said, "Oh, he might be just up on the roof fixing shingles, sit inside and wait for him." Sure enough, he showed up a few minutes later. I then hung out with my aunt Cathy and cousin Danny. I ate at the Tastee-Freeze, damn I miss that grease. We went to a friend's lake house to go tubing. Mary and I attempted to take out a canoe but somehow never got thirty feet from the dock and kept going in circles. It was nice riding in the boat for the few minutes we were allowed since we were told repeatedly that there was too much weight in the boat at which point Mary and I decided we had our fun and were ready to go.
Thursday: Mary, Jackie, and I ventured to Filthydelphia. We visited Mary's school live and direct from the ghetto. Afterwards, we got our fake ids and headed home to go to the beer tent at the Corn and Clam Jam. We bought a twelve pack beforehand, got buzzed, went to the Mount Carmel Feast where I ran into extended family smelling of booze. We got into the beer tent and went through pitchers of beer. Jackie and I decided to dance despite the fact that no one else besides a boy with down syndrome was dancing, so we got down and dirty and grinded to Pat Benatar and Rick Springfield. I ran into old childhood friends and some of my parents' friends while completely intoxicated. Some drunk lady named Jennifer began to hang all over Jackie and I and wanted us to dance with her while her mullet-haired husband wearing tie-dye glared at me.
Friday: I went to my ass doctor who wanted me to fast the entire weekend to get multiple tests done, tough shit, literally, I wasn't having it. I found my way back to the beer tent. This time I ran into my stepfather and got trashed with him. I remember though standing in line at the port-a-johns that one drunk man kept opening the broken stall to reveal a woman pissing and after he would open the door and shut it, she would re-open it and yell and laugh about pissing. We also saw a woman dancing to the band, drinking a few beers while being pregnant, but hey she's got to drink more, she's drinking for two.
Saturday: I went swimming only to not hear my grandparents complain that no one uses the pool, but Danny and Cathy and my siblings joined me. Night came and we were back at the beer tent, only for two pitchers of beer though since I was going to go to the bar with my mother. At eleven, we headed to the bar, met my mom and cousins who bought me about three Jager-bombs, on top of the long Island I was drinking. After conversing with some grizzled old drunk man for awhile, we played pool. Jackie could barely keep her eyes open, but she was a trooper and attempted to play pool. My friend's brother was there and me being so wasted made him meet my mother, but he then pulled me aside to warn me a cop was there out of uniform. Little did he know that I had been drinking with said police officer all night who later in the night got me a Smirnoff long after last call. I got home after two more Smirnoffs, pissed in the backyard, threw my cigarettes in the woods, went indoors and made myself puke before falling asleep while the room spun.
Sunday: I woke up with a hangover and had to go to the family party for the procession. I abstained from alcohol and indulged in the barbeque festivities. I got to see the old men push the statue of Mary around and got myself a scapula. No idea what else I did that day besides getting Dunkin Donuts with Stephie, Mary and Tara.
Monday: I spent my last day visiting family, Chris down in good old Wilkes-Barre, and returned home for a family dinner. We were supposed to have a woods part, but plans fell through and Mary, Stephie, and I spent the night drinking up at Crystal Lake. Early night due to flight following day. Strangely enough it was a bittersweet farewell, sad to go but at the same time happy to get back to Tampa.
Since I've been home I've only had one interesting experience which was a party we went to on Saturday over in Saint Pete. It was a Redneck bash. We warned by Joe not to go because it was pure white trash, but Krista and I went anyways since we have an appreciation for rednecks. We arrived to people on pickups with mullets, farmer jeans, cut-offs, beaters and all the Pabst Blue Ribbon you could handle. After laughing and taking pictures of the bathroom (A milk crate with a hole cut in the middle with cardboard outlining the hole), we discovered the party was thrown by doctors and lawyers and prestigious people and were all pretending to be white trash for fun. Let me tell you they did an awesome job. |
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| Adventures in Pet Sitting |
[Jul. 6th, 2005|04:42 pm] |
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I'm getting terrible at updating this thing. Last time I wrote that I had applied at many jobs with no callbacks, well I finally got one from Saint Joseph's Hospital. As usual I slept through the 10AM call but got a voicemail from the recruiter. I called her back every day up until yesterday and left three messages with no answer or returned call. Yesterday I got a message saying she was on vacation for two weeks. Rest assured I will call this bitch the day she returns to work. Since then I have been working for my manager's pet-sitting service. I have had five clients since I started last weekend. My first client was an asthmatic cat. When I went to meet the lady for a consultation, she put on quite a show for me. You must wash your hands before touching the cat, in the morning she gets one teaspoon of wet food, in the afternoon one cup of dry food with chopped up lettuce (so she doesn't choke) and some parsley sprouts for fiber, in her water bowl you add a cup of dental fresh for her teeth, you spray the perimeter of the house in the morning to ward off neighborhood cats that stress her cat, she has to take an inhaler twice a day, before leaving the house you must hide treats for her to look for during the day, and finally her litter box located next to the toilet has a separate garbage can in the backyard. The best had to be the lady's impersonation of what the cat would look like if she took an asthma attack poking out her neck and wheezing at me. My other jobs have consisted of two spoiled cats near me, and three Pekingese dogs that are so much fun. I had to sit for my manager's cats one night. She claimed to have three cats, but I could only find two and was to feed each one special food. After searching the house for ten minutes we lifted the bedsheet and a flash of grey streaked by me. The cat continuously darted and hid from us until we had each door closed and it had nowhere to run so it sat in a corner and stared at me but wouldn't eat the food, oh well. My newest client is so fun. Instead of introducing me to her cats when I first arrived, she showed me how to hook up her Xbox, then told me she'd leave out DVDs, she didn't care if I had parties at her place or even if the house was burned down when she returned as long as the cats were taken care of. I plan on spending more time than required at her place. I leave for Pennsylvania in six days, I'm very excited which reminds me I have to call the airline to see if I can get my return date pushed back. Hopefully I will get to see everyone in good old Carbondale and its surrounding areas, I will be at the Feast every night it is open so if you'd like to hang out just come look for me by the cannoli stand. I spent the Fourth of July at Channelside and saw one of the best fireworks displays ever. They launched them off a boat in the bay and we got to sit and drink margaritas as they did. I also got served at a bar, 3.50 Long Islands hollah! |
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| So True |
[Jun. 22nd, 2005|01:33 am] |
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| mrdarcy is distressed. | | If it's not one thing, it's another. Your life is a pitiful wreck, and it's all you ever write about. Why don't you at least make up a happy story for once. Your friends would appreciate that. | | brought to you by interim32. wanna know your lj's moodring color? enter your user name and hit the button. (discussion thread) | |
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| Missing |
[Jun. 19th, 2005|06:19 pm] |
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I haven't updated in ages because for awhile my life was monotonous interspersed with moments of insufferable drama. I have been jobhunting for the past two weeks, I have now applied at 9 restaurants, Saint Joseph's Hospital, Hilton, Starbucks, and Cold Stone. None have called me back... I also got another job that does not pay regularly. My manager at dance runs a pet-sitting business and needs help with clients, so I will be watching animals for an hour a day. For every half hour with a cat I get 9 dollars and 12 dollars for a dog. not bad money considering it's all cash. However, I really would enjoy a steady cash flow on a weekly basis. I have had three overdraft fees on my bank account in the past month. The first time I didn't realize I was out of money and kept using my card, however, yesterday's overdraft fee was a complete shock to me. I checked my bank statement and come to find out I had some charge from an internet site. My bank got me their number and when I called it turned out to be a funeral home. That freaked the shit out of me I started thinking I was some victim of identity theft, but the funeral home gave me the correct number I was looking for. It turns out some promotional website I signed up for as a trial in order to get a free iPod way back in November finally decided to charge me for services I never used. They have since refunded my money and in which case the bank will erase my overdraft fees. Besides the occasional club visit, I have pretty much remained low profile only going out for food or coffee. Last week I went to Shane's birthday party at the Hard Rock Casino, got totally annihilated, walked around the slots for hours watching my friend's win lots of money while I lost five dollars. I puked about four times that night to the point where I was just dry heaving because nothing was left in my system. However, I did get to see a woman "die" at the slot machines. Apparently some old broad just dropped dead while playing the slots. EMTs rushed over to her and after some prodding it was discovered that she was still alive and could keep on rolling it up. I didn't leave the casino until 6AM the next morning and went for breakfast, coffee, and then hit Joe's hot tub before feeling like I was going to collapse. Last night proved yet another interesting night. My friend Melissa was deejaying at a party in Zephyrhills, so I was invited to go. Free beer, how can I say no. Well, we showed up and were met at the front of the roped off in caution tape house by a man directing traffic. Since we were with Melissa we were free of charge, he gave us wristbands and claimed they didn't anticipate cops showing up but if they did to head straight back through the orange groves and left and you were at Home Depot. There was a live band but they couldn't play since they broke a string, so we listened to ghetto music and I had some hunch punch and some beer from the five kegs. No word of lie, at least 200 people there. Around 1130, I noticed a load of people running towards the fields, so I threw my drink which kind of landed in Phil's face and took off into the field. I got pretty far back and called to see if Chris made it out okay, he claimed the cops were leaving just had a problem with cars on the road. When we returned to the party, a cop pushed his flashlight in Phil's face and yelled at us at which point I turned around and kept on going. After running for like half a mile, we ended up at the point where you turn left to Home Depot. I don't know who's genius idea it was to go to Home Depot because at that point the trail turns to high grass and then a swamp separates Home Depot from you. Seeing as how I could hear the gators croaking at us, I headed back to the party because it hit me that I was on private property with 200 people with no probable cause for them to think I was drinking plus there were only two cops my ass was not getting caught. Melissa talked to the cops who informed us that they were leaving but would return later so we took off asap. We went back to Chris's and had a little party where DJ Dottie aka Melissa got to spin for us. All in all it has been very fun here on thee weekends, but the weekdays are shit and I am mad that I did not get to see the jello wrestling at the kegger =( |
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| gahh |
[May. 29th, 2005|09:06 pm] |
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I have a fever. =( |
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[May. 28th, 2005|02:38 pm] |
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You know I always seem to dig my way out of bad situations such as my recent money situations, but as usual something finds a way to come and bite me in the ass. It seems the money my stepfather sent me for my prescription never actually went into m bank account as it claimed it had, so I overdrew twenty dollars and my bank is charging me $68 dollars in overdraft fees. Lovely, so I am no longer poor, but officially in debt. |
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| Take it off! |
[May. 27th, 2005|04:12 am] |
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I hit a new low in my life. I was so desperate for cash that I entered a strip contest at Valentine's. I was so nervous beforehand, but once the music started I totally lost all sense of what I was doing and went crazy. I got showered with dollar bills at one point and stripped down to my briefs. I made twenty-two bucks in tips. A whole bunch of other people stripped and some were stiff competition, however, I won! I got a hundred bucks, but what was much more worth it was that all of my friends came out to support me in my moment of desperation. I have the most AMAZING friends here in Florida. I am truly blessed and regret the time I ever contemplated returning to Pennsylvania. Not that my friends there are terrible, but I doubt I could get almost twenty friends from PA to come cheer for me as I took my clothes off. In other exciting news, I get my first paycheck tomorrow. God knows how much it's for because I still don't know how much I'm paid hourly, should be interesting. I also applied to work at the hospital. I was against it for awhile since the hours are so long, but I would get to work with Johnny and his friend Jen who is so fucking awesome, she tipped me five bucks when I stripped. I would be working PRN which allows me to choose how much and when I want to work which would work well once classes resume. Hopefully, I will get this job because I really need it. Tammy Potis just arrived tonight and she, Diane, and I are going out to a club tomorrow night which should be a good time. I hope others come to visit because besides my week home I am not leaving Florida. Tolerico out! |
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| We was po'.... |
[May. 22nd, 2005|11:51 pm] |
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I'm in a real bad state lately which is why I have not updated lately. I knew awhile ago that by staying in Florida for the summer that I would need a job since I would be spending more money due to my tons of free time which is why I got the job teaching dance. Well let me tell you I have a little over twenty dollars to my name. I am more broke than TLC at the height of their bankruptcy and to invoke the spirit of Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez let me tell you how someone can maintain a job and make no money; your job has not told you how much you are being paid or when if ever you will be paid, your cell phone bills are expensive due to Pennsylvania having the most taxes of any state for cell phones, ass medication, and sustenance. It would be fine and dandy for anyone to respond and tell me get a job, but that's what's so comical about my situation I have a job, but for some reason it just doesn't pay. The worst part about all of this befalling on me is that has caused me to go all Boo Radley and sit up in my room not getting out of bed, watching episode after episode of Gilmore Girls, and contemplating eating an entire gallon of ice cream. However, if I did eat all that ice cream, I doubt it would help my figure for stripping which is my next avenue for making some fast cash. Driving to the airport today, I thought I faintly heard something in the backseat of my car. After the initial terror of thinking someone was in my car, I began to think how fun and possibly cool it would be to be hijacked. I could be the Brad Pitt to some bums' Thelma & Louise minus the chiseled jawbone. It was almost exhilarating to think of just taking off with no worldly possessions or money and just take to the road looking for jobs, begging for money, or looting banks. I doubt after having robbed a bank, you would feel the twinge of depression about not being able to go out this weekend. I need a part-time job on top of this dancing job. A job that is respectable and upfront about wages. I applied at the hospital, but have yet to hear from them. I hate asking for money from my family, but I am beyond desperate. I've always prided myself on being self-sufficient, there aren't too many occasions I can recall asking my parents for money. Now don't get me wrong, if it was offered then I would take it but I did not ask each weekend for twenty bucks to go to the movies. I have held steady jobs since the age of twelve when I began working at the Tastee-Freeze and my mom made me save all my pay to open a savings account. If only those lessons of saving money actually stuck with me. Maybe I'll donate blood, or that other goopy stuff found in blood, hey what's the going rate for a kidney nowadays? Writing this out has helped a bit though I suppose, I just found myself thinking well hey you'll get you paycheck soon just call your manager tomorrow and ask what's the deal and then I realized oh yes it's the end of the month, your new cellphone bill will be coming out soon and you still have to buy your meds, so once I do get that money I will be right back in this position, so maybe I should just get used to it, but on the bright side I did get a chuckle out of my constant misfortune. Me is po', will work for Taco Bell. |
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| Put your tuition in my waistband. |
[May. 17th, 2005|05:10 pm] |
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| | Human League - Don't You Want Me | ] |
I have been a bum for the past two weeks since school ended besides watching a whole season of Gilmore Girls, I have went out to parties and clubs and slept all day. I've been working for three weeks now, all is going well. However, it seems this past class, I was offering more than a dance class. I was running late and didn't get changed for class and wore my shorts and T-shirt. Well, shorts and stretching don't mix and one of my managers pointed out that you could see up my pants. I figured that we needed a gimmick to get more students, maybe I'll have to rethink the idea. I have decided upon coming home for the week of the Mount Carmel feast. In the meantime, I hope to hear from all of you about coming to visit me and keeping me free of boredom. |
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| so sad, yet funny |
[May. 16th, 2005|08:49 pm] |
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| | Fannypack - Nu Nu (Yeah Yeah) | ] |
How did Terry Schiavo become such a punchline?
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| Done. |
[May. 5th, 2005|12:28 pm] |
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| | Carrie Underwood - Could've Been So Beautiful | ] |
I am officially done with my freshman year of college. It was a really great feeling until I went to sell my books, two of my books are not being bought back, one got me 20 bucks, and I'm letting my friend borrow the other one for a summer course. On top of that bullshit, I stepped in the largest pile of dogshit directly outside of the bookstore, so large that it felt like I was wearing heels. I am doomed to forever have my grandfather's luck, then again shit happens, you just have to get it off and keep on walking. |
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