7 posts tagged “money”

The kid was right.
I need a budget.

All summer, every time I mentioned something about going to the bank or paying a bill or rent Little T would tell me that I needed a budget.  I thought it was kind of hilarious.  A nine year old, telling a 27 year old (in all seriousnesss) to get a budget. 

Well, due to lack of business at the airport hours are shrinking, not a lot, but enough to matter.  Money is getting tight and it's time for me to get a budget. 

Ugh.  Yet more proof that I"m getting old.

Along with this I need to tighten up the frivolous spending and start paying off some of those bills I keep pushing aside.  I also need to HANG UP THE FUCKING PHONE!!  I'm sorry, but if you don't have Cingular I can't talk to you before 9pm on weekdays.  My cell phone bill was HUGE because I'm such a fucking chatty Kathy.. 

That's my goal for the weekend. 
Create a budget... and write my dad a letter.

Disclaimer: My vagina is not happy.  I'm stoned.  Lets use some deductive reasoning to figure out that because of these two things, combined with the fact that I am blogging means there's going to be probably some details you don't wanna hear about.  Unless you're a sick, nosey muthah fucka.  But hey... it takes one to know one.

Chris got home not too long ago.  While wandering around collecting things for a shower he noticed my subject line and said something about the Dead.  Though it is a Dead line I'm not actually listening to the Dead.  I'm listening to Sublime.  Then after a brief conversation I realized that I TOTALLY need to listen to some music I haven't listened to in awhile.

Chris is laughing and I have a sneaking suspicion it's at me.

Anyway... I ran in, got my CD book and in mere moments I'm gonna be jamming out to tunes of my past.  That reminds me, the other day when I was getting ready for work Lesley informed me that she's never met anyone who rocks out while getting ready as much as I do.  What an awesome compliment!!

Update... Though it took some work I finally got Cd's playing.  Though good, so far this experience isn't as magical as I thought it would be.  That's alright, I've got a bunch of Cd's, I'll find something that hits the spot.

Work last night was... eh.  I worked with my general manager.  Which is cool because she's salaried and doesn't get a cut of the tips which means I got them all.  Though I haven't actually counted them I had to of made $20-$25.  Which is unheard of for that place.  Working with the GM wasn't actually a bowl of cherries but she did inform me that I'm going to be getting a $.75/hr raise effective July 1st and she's getting the uppers that I should be considered for Asst. Manager.  Though I don't think that sounds like a great idea because I'm not really into Management it's awesome that she thinks that.  There's nothing open at the moment but considering there are 5 stores and they basically have disposable employees it's something that could happen before too long.  I'd rather find something serving some place else.  I've kind of given up on the job hunting thing until after Nate leaves.
(Finally... got to the awesome song on this Cd!  There's some hardcore rock-age going on over here.)

Went over to the Terrorist's house last night after work.  Which normally doesn't happen on weeknights because he has to be at work at 9am but the past few nights exceptions have been made.  I feel bad though.  He's loosing sleep, two nights ago, I was at the door for 5 or 10 minutes knocking and ringing the bell 'cause he had dozed off and could barely keep his eyes open once I was inside.  (It was really cute, though.)  Then again I'm loosing sleep as well, kind of and he is the one who suggests it.  (I'm trying to talk myself out of feeling guilty, for some reason when I dropped the Catholic religion the guilt part of it felt the need to hang on and occasionally* rear it's irritating head.)

I think my boobs are shrinking.  I've been slowly dropping a few pounds here and there over the past... whatever.  Cool!  Actually awesome!  But I don't really want that weight to come from my boobs.  The reason I think my boobs are shrinking is because I often store things in my bra... Money, phone, Mp3 player, lighter, bowl... ya know... the necessities.  Twice this week, stuff has fallen out.  I don't think my tata's are taking up the same amount of space therefore the "stuff" isn't as secure as it normally is.  That's crap.

My vagina. 
I don't think I'll ever understand the vagina.  It's kind of a parent/child type relationship.  I love it dearly and can't imagine my life without it but I just don't get why it does what it does.
I thought I had another case of the broken va jay jay.  Started garlic treatment then I realized I was starting my period.  Then it occurred to me that in the past I used to get the symptoms of the broken va jay jay around my period, so i figured it was just a slight imbalance cause of the changing environment.  That's cool and all but there was something still not right that's when I realized that there were little cuts or skin tears.  (Sounds worse than it is...though don't get me wrong it's not entirely pain free.)  I have no clue what the fuck this is from.  I mean, the T and I aren't exactly gentle but there hasn't been anything lately that would cause this.  Tres Weird.  Oh well, it's mostly gone away.

My Uterus.
Is fucking with me.  That's the only explanation I have.  I finally started my period.  I think it's really weird that I start shortly after having a broken condom incident which is the first example that it's fucking with me.  The second is that I'm not practically hemorrhaging.  It's been 7 months.  There's gotta be a lotta shit that needs to be cleaned out but nope, it;s a nice light "normal" period.  Actually it's lighter than normal.  I haven't be doubled over from cramps or nausea.  It's all very weird to me but I'm totally okay with it.  Last time I went this long between periods I could barely walk my cramps were so bad and at one point I woke up (at Nates) and actually thought I was hemorrhaging or miss-carrying an unknown fetus.  

I've always kind of viewed my uterus as a sort of subconscious.  It's the part of me that wants to get married and have babies and do all that "normal" or "typical" stuff.  Maybe that's why it gets so pissy sometimes, because I constantly fight to push those feelings away.  I've gotta work on that.  It's okay to want those things in fact, it's very normal to want those things...right?

Fuck, it's almost 2p.  I have been screwing around online for like 5 hours.  HOLY FUCK.  I need to go smoke a bit more then shower.  It's gonna be a good one! But first, I need to find a good shower cd!  :-)
 
*By "occasionally" I mean all the fricken time.

I knew it was going to, too. 

From the moment I woke up I knew I should have just stayed in bed.  Shut the alarm off, roll over and go back to sleep.  My insane, idealistic self wouldnt let me do it.  Being the freakish optimist I tend to be, I figured it was all in my head and climbed out of bed.

The day just started shitty.  I was in a bad mood and tired and yada yada yada.  I went out to smoke with Chris and that's when my landlord asked me about the broken screen.*  I told him Lesley got locked out.  ('Cause I don't think we're supposed to have squatters without his okay.)  Then he continued to question me about it.  Not that big of a deal... but crappy nonetheless. 

The bad vibes then felt it was time for Christopher and I to have a fight.  (A big, blowout, kind of fight.)  Chris has been staying here for about a month and a half.  Now that Shaz is staying here too the house is getting a bit crowded.  Somewhere along the line I decided that I would tell Chris that he's gotta find a new place in two weeks or start paying rent.  (He's offered before but my theory was that he'd find a place faster if he saved his money to move instead of paying us.)  I have a hard time talking with Chris about anything serious because I don't know how he's going to react to things.  This is a problem I've always had and will probably continue to have.  Anyway, he was fine with the actual two week thing but it moved on to more shit.  Deeper more emotionally related and draining shit.  That... that was exhausting. 

Oh boy did I cry.  And cry.  And cry.  I haven't cried like that in a while.  Now, in all fairness it wasn't just because of the argument he and I got into, there was just a lot of built up shit in my head and this was the catalyst that set me off. 

(I hear a train.)

So yeah, I cried and cried then showered then cried some more.  By then it was time for me to stop the self pity train and get ready because the Terrorist was going to be stopping by.

We ended up going up to his place where we ended up having couch sex.  Then the condom broke.  Fuck.  Big fuck.  Big, double, shit, goddamn, ahhhhhhhh, FUCK!!!   He and I have deduced that because my girly parts are so fucked up the actual possibility of me being fertile is probably pretty fucking low. 

Which is true.. but I'm still a bit worried and will be until I start bleeding.

The bad vibes then followed me to work.  Though nothing big happened there were a bunch of little irritating things such as...

1. Got there late... And for no reason 'cause I left the Terrorist's house 5 mins before I normally leave mine.
2. The shuttle I was on going to the airport almost went off the road.
3. I bent 3 nails all at once.  (I bent them WAY down toward the nail bed... it hurt!!)
4. When I got there barely anything was done
5. There were more but my brain is tired and remembering hurts. 

It's just been a crappy day.  I hope tomorrow goes better. 

Which, if we're being technical and saying that "today" is June 2nd and "tomorrow" is June 3rd then tomorrow is going much better.  So far on June 3rd I've...  (I'm liking lists tonight)

1. I got home to Lesley passed out but in the kitchen was a plate wrapped in a paper-towel with a note that said "EAT ME" on it.  Inside... Blueberry Pancakes!!
2. I found out the name of the Artist for this song I LOVE but couldn't for the life of me figure out who did it!  I figured it out!!!
3. Chris found a HUGE, really really nice monitor on his walk home tonight.  And... IT WORKS!!  (Granted that doesn't really affect me other than being envious as all hell I think it's some sort of proof that the cosmos are swinging in the direction of good things.)
4. On the way home from work I was behind a car with a bumper sticker that said "I'm only speeding because I really have to POOP."

*Shaz got locked out the other night.  Lesley was at the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet's house and I was at the Terrorists place so Shaz broke the screen and climbed in the window.

Even though he denies it, I'm pretty sure the Terrorist is irritated with me.  I'm not really sure the level of irritation but I'll find out tonight.

Chris... Chris was flat out pissed at me.  Even though he seems to be over it I'm pretty sure there still some lingering yuckiness there.

If I try really hard I can probably piss off Lesley too and hell since I'm at it I might as well get Nate too.  That way all my friends will be united.  Woohoo!  That'd be cool!

Why are Chris and the T mad at me you ask?

Well kids... settle in for story time.

Chris is mad at me because I racked up some fines on his library card.  Understandable.  He mentioned it last week, but because Christopher and I can't communicate for shit what he thought was him saying "hey Megan... pay the fucking fines you caused on my library card"  sounded to me like... "hey Megan.. don't forget you still owe me money for my library account"  Or something like that.  I didn't see the urgency that he did.  Until it came out over instant messenger while I was at Seven Virtues.  So that's taken care of... but there's still underlying tension and I think there will be until we're not up each others butts all the time.  He doesn't seem to think this though.  He thinks that our friendship is forever changed. 

The T is mad at me because... well as I said I don't actually know if he is mad at me.  But during the course of our texting today there has been a definite attitude.  The cause of the attitude probably has something to do with a text conversation we had last night.  The quick version...  I asked him what he was up to, he told me he was hanging out with the Russian then later would be hanging out with girl 2.  I said okay, have a good one.  He then asked me if I was upset.  I was and jealous as fuck, but I have no right to be upset or jealous.  So I told him I was a bit bothered but I knew I had no right to be.  That was it.  I have had sex friends before but I've never hung out with them as much as the T and I hang out.  Somewhere amongst all the sex and hanging out I got more emotional about this whole thing than I meant to and I'm pissed at myself for that.  So, really he's probably not pissed at me at all, it's probably just me projecting my  pissed off feelings onto him.  ... he definitely was a bit attitudey in those text messages though.

Now... I need to brainstorm on how to piss off Lesley.  I'm thinking I can either smash her brand new computer into itty bitty pieces or I can sleep with the boy I haven't given a nick name too yet.  Neither of those options sound at all appealing to me.  That's okay, I don't want Lesley pissed at me. 

It did it again.

Firefox fucked up.
Though in all fairness it wasn't firefox's problem.  The keyboard froze and nothing could be done so a re-boot was necessary.

Anyway... I lost all of the entry I had.
Poof.
Gone.

Most of what I was talking about in said entry was work bitching.
Correction.
All of it was.

I hate my job.  I've worked at this job for a week and already I want to shoot people. 
The girl I close with...
She's a good kid, really, she is (at least what I know of her in the 8 hours I've known her)
She's really slow though. 

We should have got out of there at 11.30-12a the latest.
THE LATEST.
I left somewhere around 12.35 and she was still counting her till out.
I can tell you that will be changing soon.  $8/hr is not enough money to waste my entire night, not even with the whole $10 I make in tips.every night.

I just inhaled a half a cantaloupe in like .3 seconds.  It took me longer to cut it than it did to eat it.
That's nuts.
Now I'm inhaling some pizza.

I need to go do dishes.  Then I'm going to possibly take my toe nail polish off then I'm going to go to bed and get my fucking beauty rest because I need to get up as early as fucking possible tomorrow to find a new fucking job!!!

First I have the obligatory rant about the weather....

It's fucking cold out!!  Very Very Very Fucking cold out.  And I fucking hate it.  And it's snowing and I hate it and it's cold and snowy and ...yep... you guessed it... I FUCKING HATE IT!!!

Phew... not that that's done...

Tomorrow.  I thought I had the day off but I don't I have to work at the service for 6 hours.  Blah...

Tomorrow I would like to...

~Go To Bank.

    *Deposit Money in "Get out of Maine fund" bringing the total to $1851.54!!!  Woot Woot.  Yay... So close to $2000!!!

    *Deposit Money into regular account.

~Go to The OG to put in days I can't work in the blue book thingy.

~Do some laundry.

~Remember the other stuff that I'm supposed to put on my to-do list. 

~Sleep More.

I think that's it.  And if it's not, oh well I'm tired of typing.  Peace.

Disclaimer:  I'm pretty, fairly baked.  That's basically the disclaimer.  I'm baked and I'm about to blog.  So if you don't want to hear about my sex life (or lack of one), my money issues of late, or my ...... my something... then avert your eyes for the next little bit.  But if you're interested in those 2 (3) then read on!!

Okay...

My feet hurt.  Exciting stuff, huh?

I think I've been cut off. I had a Thursday rendezvous thing going with this guy, let's call him OMS.  Well he and I had what I thought to be a good (great) thing going on but due to circumstances beyond my control he had to stop our carnal couplings.   The circumstances.  He had a "close call."  His words, not mine.  Something involving this wife and his chatty program on his computer.  Not really sure what, but I'm 89.3% sure I'm not going to hear from him again.  Which really does suck.  In fact, it really does suck a lot.  Because, well, the sex was really good.  And It was a good little routine we were in, and I'm still going to be in Maine for a few weeks so what am I supposed to do until I leave?  Nate says to find a replacement but I think that's just a little silly.  I'm gonna be leaving in a few weeks.

I wanted to have $2000 saved up for when I left Maine to travel west.  And I'm almost there.  I think I'll make it by the middle of next week.  Then from that point everything that I make that I don't have to spend on life things will go towards fixing my car and getting a car stereo/mp3 player.  I was worried I'm going to have to push back my departure date from around the 14th to around the 21st because money was really bad at the Og.  But I've made more this week than I thought I was going to, partially because of a few busy nights and partially because my dad and Nate's mom both gave me Christmas gifts of cash which I wasn't expecting.  So I think I'm going to be okay but I might still have to push back the departure date.  Though I don't know if it's because I need the time to get more money or because I'm kind of starting to freak out (a bit) about this whole driving cross country thing.

So as I've mentioned before my dad gave me a car!  Yay!  Go dad.  With this car he also gave me some snow tires which I picked up yesterday, brought them to my mum's proceeded to jack up the car, remove the tire and when I went to put the snow tire on...  it was the wrong fucking tire!!  So I took my mom's car, went back out to Whitefield, swapped the wrong tires for the right tires, went back to Chelsea fixed the tires and was done.  But the point that I forgot to make was on my way back to my dad's house, when I was driving my mom's car I was pissed that I had to go back and I was FLYING down these country roads in the middle of Whitefield.  The normal speed limit is 40 I was going around 65 or so.  Anyway... I went by a car so I slowed just a bit then about 10 seconds later I went by another car... before he even went past me the blue lights were on.  I freaked out.  Slammed on the breaks and waited for him to flip a bitch and pull me over.  But HE NEVER DID.  Got about 20 ft past me and shut his lights off.  Yep... I got out of a speeding ticket for Christmas!!!!

Xavier worked tonight.  God he's so fucking sexy.  I think I ran into him at the Udder Place the other day.  But frankly I was really stoned and kind of paranoid and I saw "him" out of the corner of my eye and I was to convinced it was him to actually look.  Fuck he's sexy.

I'm going back to Oregon!!  I'm going back to Oregon!!!  I'm going back to Oregon!!!

I've been using OkCupid a lot lately.  Well when I say a lot I mean I go on it a lot and see who's stalking me and check out there profiles and then possibly talk to them if they're funny and interesting and cute.  And so far I've met two guys. Well three but the third has kind of dropped off the radar.  He'll be back at some point I think.  The first I "met" a long time ago.  When I first ended up in Maine and hadn't switched my profile back from PDX.  We'll call him "The Terrorist."  He's hot.  And very much like a hard core version of Nathan.  He and I have been very flirty for quite some time and I can't wait to go and get a beer with him.  The second I "met" just a short while ago and I haven't come up with a nickname for him but it's most likely gonna be something like "emo boy" or something because he's a touch on the emo-ish side (at least looks that way).  Anyway... he seems like an uber cool cat too.  Totally different from the terrorist which I guess wouldn't be hard to tell based on there nicknames alone.  They're both in Oregon, the terrorist in PDX and emo boy in Eugene and I"M GOING TO OREGON!!!  So yeah... I can't wait to actually hang with them.  Hopefully they're as cool as I think they are cause it's really gonna suck if they're not. 

Okay I think I'm no longer really stoned.  Well that's not true but I'm not as insanely baked as I was before.  And it's late and I've written a lot and I think I need to go to bed cause I work both jobs tomorrow.