Two Hundred Twelve

Oh my freakin Jesus my diet has been out of control the last 24 hours. Holy shit. This is what happens when a friend from out of town arrives. Ugha. It’s my fault. I am in bed ready for sleep at 10pm because I HAVE to go to the gym tomorrow before work. I didn’t go today because I stayed out late and needed the extra 2 hours of sleep, but not tomorrow! Tomorrow I’m goin. I had my first real table today. It went pretty well. I am excited to get to the point where I am totally comfortable with everything that could possibly happen. I don’t know long that’s going to take, but I am excited for it. Being off at like 3pm is pretty sweet though. I am diggin that. Ok, I’m off to dream land. G’night!

Two Hundred eleven

Today was crazy long. I thought it was never going to end. Work took ffoorreevverr and then I got to hang out in fuckin Launder Land after wards to get laundry done. Me and the boys are going to Eureka Burger tonight. I need it. I need a beer. I need some fun. I’ve never been there and I’ve heard only awesome things so I am excited. This week is going to be crazy. I am working all day everyday, but at least I’ll start actually serving! Tomorrow’s the day. I’ll get actual tables. I am pretty pumped. MONEYMONEYMONEYMONEEEYYYY. I feel kind of fat.. and ugly.. and just all around physically inferior, but I think I am just stressed and super tired. Maybe it’ll get better?… yeah maybe. Time for food, Oh yes. BYE.

Two Hundred Ten

If the dead look in my eyes is making you wonder whether or not an alien has hollowed me out and taken over my human skin to blend in with society, then don’t worry. It’s me, { OR IS IT } I am just super exhausted. I had a long, long, loonngg busy day and this week is going to be a long, long, loonngg busy week. More info tomorrow. I gotta get to sleep before midnight so I can get at least 6 hours. Hella fuckin hasta.

Two Hundred Nine

First day as a server. BAM. It went well. I didn’t have any actual tables, but I shadowed. it was easy. I am not worried about it at all. Annnddd I am getting used to my uniform… I guess. I worked out before work too! God damn I’m impressive. I actually really enjoyed working out in the morning. Who knew? That’s really good because I need to work out. A LOT. I am still going to be hostessing at night until they find a new one, and that’s hella gay. I don’t wanna go back to hostessing… ever. Oh well. Hopefully they’ll find another hostess soon. I was really looking forward to today being over with. UUgghhhaaaa whatever. I gotta eat and go back to work and go pick up my check at Yogurtland so I can deposit it before tomorrow and then be back at Yogurtland at 8am and then Mama’s at 5:30. And this is going to be my schedule forever. Great. I better make so much fuckin money.

Two Hundred Eight

Laaazzzyyyy day. Yes. Well, until work tonight. Last shift as a hostess. Awwwww yeah. So baller. I’m hoping the gay pirate feeling goes away after a while. I hope I rock the shit out of Mama’s tomorrow. I am nervous, but also I am very confident I can be a bomb ass server. I’ve tried to get hired as a server at a lot of places. I am pumped for this. I need to make a lot of money. Like a lot a lot. I have $1.16 in my bank account, $200 in my savings account, and rent is due in a few days. I get paid tomorrow, so rent shouldn’t be a problem at all. But food, gym membership, gas… thoossee I am not sure about. I will just have to cross those bridges when they come. I am craving a whole bunch of fucked up shit lately. In my brain I am telling myself that I will get up before I have to be at work to go work out… Yep. That is what I am going to do. Definitely. Til then, I’m kickin it on the couch watching that 70’s Show. Good day.

Two Hundred Seven

Today was my second day off this week. It’s been pretty sweet so far. That NEVER happens. And it’s definitely never going to happen again for a long time. I went and picked up my Mama’s uniform. I realized they gave me the wrong kind of vest once I got home so I had to go back and get the right one which was lame, but I have the correct one now. I made some awesome food. I drank some wine. It’s been a good day, aside from the fact that my Mama’s uniform makes me look like a gay pirate. I am very exited to start serving though. Today was weigh in Wednesday. I am pretty much at the same weight I have been the last couple months. Nothing new. It’s good though because I’m not gaining and I had a bad week for diet. Next week will be great because my serving schedule is way more work out friendly. I really need to get focused on weight loss again and get this last 15 pounds off. I am SO sick of summer. I want it to be winter so badly. I love summer, but I am over it this year. I want squash, and pumpkin things, and boots, and cuddling, and sweats, and hot coffee, and BANGS. Ohhh yes the bangs. I don’t want them while it’s still hot because if my forehead sweats then my bangs get fucked. I need it to be cold outside. Only a few more months I suppose. Other things that are happening: ridiculously broke, ready for a nap, too many dishes, ginger episode of South Park. Peace out.

Two Hundred Six

So apparently yesterday I should have waited until night time to write my blog for the day because a whole bunch of crazy shit went down afterwards. At around 5pm I was chillin watching Forrest Gump and I hear 4 gun shots right outside. I knew they were gun shots, but I didn’t hear anything else. No screaming, or arguing, or yelling, or cars or anything. So I didn’t really think about it. I figured it was some ghetto kid shooting into the air or something. And about 5 minutes later I hear someone talking over a radio, like a police man’s radio. So I go out side and shit is cray. There’s a ton of cops and firemen everywhere. There was an ambulance and EMT’s doing stuff. There was a hysterical black woman being removed my police. And of course all of my neighbors were out watching. I live on the second floor so I had a pretty great view of everything that was happening. Well it turns out two people got shot. One died. And the guy who shot them fuckin dipped out and they don’t know where he’s at. Well as we were watching all of this crazy shit happen I saw one cop looking pretty closely at my car. I have a little whole in my tail light from my mom backing into a garbage can so I thought they were looking at that so I just yelled over “oh that’s not new, don’t worry about it”. And through a series of back and forth questions I realized they weren’t looking at my tail light, they were looking at a dent.. that wasn’t there before.. and in the shape of a bullet. SO MY FUCKING CAR GOT SHOT. What the fuck? That’s such bullshit. I am not even mad, I am just like.. Seriously? That’s gonna happen? Ok. They got a statement from me and stuff. Whatever. So later I am texting my mom about it and sending her pictures. She didn’t respond so I called her and her phone was off. I figured she would just call me in the morning when she got all of the texts and stuff so I just said fuck it and figured she’d kind of freak out when she woke up and call me. Well she didn’t. Not even a text. When I called her about it at 1pm she said she couldn’t figure out what the pictures were of and that she had no idea what happened. So I explained it to her and told her I got the case number for the insurance… annddd then she said that I didn’t have insurance because she stopped paying it… annddd that she didn’t wanna tell me before, but now she had to. So I have been driving around for months with no insurance, totally unaware. That’s really great. Thanks. Thanks for that. And she didn’t really give a fuck that people are getting murdered 30 feet away from my front door, so that was a tad hurtful, but whatever. The lack of give a shit for my well being is not new. SO that was a pretty interesting event. Other than that crazy shit it was a pretty normal day. I am on a period from Hell. Tomorrow is weigh in day. GREAT. It’s going to be mortifying. I’m ready I guess. I also pick up my Mama’s uniform. WOOP. And then Zumba and that’s pretty much it. Really riveting stuff. Ok, I’m out of here. Gotta go gather up all of my weapons so I can go to bed.