i am 22 years old. i work at outback steakhouse in the infamous "villages," where i sell my soul regularly to retired senior citizens in the area for a good tip. i've written enough of these mini life stories to know that the basics, to you, are probably all that matter. nice to meet you.
So I realize that I suck at updating this blog these days. I keep changing the layout like I'm about to write something.
Do you ever feel like you have so much to say and nowhere to start? This is how I feel.
I've been using my
tumblr account a lot more lately. Creating random things, taking pictures and sometimes even writing there. Sorry, blog.
So I've come to the conclusion that during the accident I got a concussion. (Say that ten times fast)
As soon as my body started feeling better I think I lost my mind. But my days of being dizzy, confused and staring into space like a mosquito to the light are soon to be over (I hope).
Do you know what happens when you're stuck in a state of confusion while serving tables at a restaurant? People get angry!
I'm feeling "sharper" today. I even had enough brain power to write this and send it. I don't know how many text messages, tweets, or emails I started to write and forgot about.
Shenanigans.
Thursday me and Melissa were heading to the mall when a woman coming the opposite direction, OUT OF NOWHERE, decided to make a left hand turn in front of us. Melissa was driving and tried to avoid a head on collision but she still hit us hard.
Melissa's car is totaled, but we're lucky to be walking away without so much as a broken bone. We're super sore, though. Moping around like grumpy senior citizens.
I don't think I've ever felt so stupid. I was so confused for the rest of the day and I still feel slow and delayed. Some time after the accident I was standing in a pile of red ants and didn't even realize it.
Brain power come backkk.
Yesterday was 6/4/09. Something life changing usually happens on this date.
Nothing life changing to report on, but, come to think of it, it's only been on the even numbered years (ie 04-06).
364 days til something cool happens. YES. Here is what happened, instead of cool.
I had crab legs for the first time. All the work of cracking everything open turned out to be very gratifying.
I developed a sty in my right eye and it had a couple tea bagging sessions. (This actually works really well, as long as you are actually using a tea bag, pervert)
I have had a headache 80% of the day and took two showers. I am also writing this from my blackberry because my internet stopped working 2 hours ago.
June 6th, you let me down!
i wonder if i'll ever get out of the little financial hole i'm in. on a positive note: the "recession" doesn't phase me. on a negative note: that's because my life is a recession. i don't even know where my debt came from. i have a nice laptop, fairly nice cameras, and a crappy car. that's not debt worthy! my car was paid for in cash, too.
i don't regret getting a credit card, because realistically i wouldn't have my lovely gadgets that allow me to express myself otherwise.
i gladly sacrifice the things i can't afford to do (because of credit card payments) for the things that really make me happy. and for as long as i've had the internet i've easily downloaded programs, music and movies that probably surpass my debts.
così è la vita. and mi debt es tu debt. kowabunga.
oh life, i wish i could quit you.
i have this theory: don't do drugs. aside from tequila, i've enjoyed every influence i've ever been under, and that is a very scary thought. i don't do/try certain drugs because i'll probably like them. i'm not straight edge or uptight, this is plain and simple. i've never heard anybody say "i tried crack, hated it, not for me."
why can't people chill the eff out, take a [normal] dose of xanax and get over it. why does everyone numb their pain with even more pain? it makes no sense.
it's easy for me to say this considering i've never done anything too crazy, but i stick to what i know.
you might: snort something up your nose.
i might: cry and then blow my nose.
we'll both lose sleep and wake up with puffy eyes, but i'll still have my money and my kisses won't taste like battery acid. if you need me to i'll punch you in the face 'til you cry, because maybe that's all you really need.
i guess i'm bitter. if you have a drug you love, keep it to yourself. i'm so tired of watching people destroy their life (and mine) over a pill or powder. i also really hate that everyone at my job is turning into an addict of some kind.
get OVER IT. it's this new pill, i'll sell it to you for $5. comes with a free kick in the face and a box of tissues.