5 posts tagged “waste of a day”

It's 132a.

I Got up 12 hours ago and it feels like two.  Where the fuck does the day go?
Actually, I know where it went.  It disappeared like the bottle of vodka that's nearly empty sitting in the freezer.  That, combined with a little bit of reefer, a little bit of video games and a lot of movies will make the day fucking disappear. 

I'm okay with that.
It was a good day.

I'm at the Terrorist's house.  I woke up this morning to his phone ringing then him coming in and informing me that his dad was going to be arriving "anywhere from now to 30 minutes."  After his dad left we proceeded to spike our drinks and dick around all day.  We watched three movies Reservoir Dogs, Grave of Fireflies (which is the fucking "saddest movie ever. Period."), and My neighbor Totoro (which was the antidote to Grave of Firefliess)  The last movie ended about 45 minutes or so ago.  The T asked me to rub him 'cause his back is bothering him (probably cause we've barely moved all day) which I gladly did and because my fingers are so magical (or it could be because we've been drinking for 10 hours) he passed out. 

I have a headache.  It's approaching throbing-ly bad.  I've been getting headaches the past couple of days.  Wonder what that's all about?

Nathan is coming to visit me in July.  He requested the other day that I start a count down on my blog as to when he's going to be here.  I don't know why he wants me to do this because he doesn't read my blog but I guess that's not really important. 

Let the count down begin...
Nathan will be here in.... A LONG FUCKING TIME.  (About two months)  The closer it gets the more specific I'll get.

I miss my roommate.
I haven't seen her in forever.  Well that's not entirely true.  She sliced her finger at work last night and I made her stop by here so the T could take a look at it.  She totally needs stitches but she didn't go.  Oh well, she'll survive.   We hung out for about two hours here but that's pretty much the most I've seen of her in like a week or so.

I need to go to bed.  My eye hurts.  So does my head.  Maybe they're related.

It's 1am already?!?
That's absurdly absurd.
The day just slipped through my fingers.

Oh well.  I had a good day so I'm not bitching.
I hung out with the Terrorist all day.  Just dicking around and really doing nothing of importance.  We haven't done that in awhile.  I kind of miss those days.

The only bad bit...
I think I ate more food today than I have all week.
Blech.

I got home a couple of hours ago.  I was "kicking it on standby" cause a friend was supposed to call but I guess he kind of thought she wasn't going to but then she did so I came home all ready to crawl into the magical bed with Lesley but she's staying at the Soldiers place (surprise surprise) so now the magical bed is all mine.

Had the intention of watching Juno.  Don't think that's going to happen now.  I'm sleepy.  I think I'm just going to go pass the fuck out, maybe get up early and do some shit before I have to be at work.  Like find a job.

I fucking love Fiona.  

She's totally lodged in my head right now.

So far... today has been a total waste of a day.  Which isn't really a bad thing but it's not really a good thing.  I came to the Terrorist's house last night to watch Silence of The Lambs (which I had never seen... crazy huh?) and we ended up getting baked as all fuck and staying up until 5amish.  So it wasn't too much of a surprise that I woke up at noon not wanting to move.  I didn't.  Until the bastard across the road decided he wanted to cut up some concrete.  Fucker.  Good thing you're not my neighbor!  I'd kill you!

Anyway... in the two hours I've been awake I have sent a few resumes out.  Had some coffee, smoked a aigrette.  Thought about showering, thought about smoking a bowl.  Called about a job, called Chris, texted Lesley.  Chatted with my sister.  Well I guess I have been productive! 

Tomorrow.  Tomorrow will be great.  I'll be productive!  Get shit done, early in the day so I can be a lazy oaf later in the day.  It's a great plan!

I love my sister.  But she's fucking nuts.  She met some dude on the phones at work and they started chatting and one thing let to another and now SHE"S FLYING TO GEORGIA TO STAY WITH HIM!!!  Now... I can't be too judgemental here because I am the girl who lost my virginity to some guy I met when I was working on the phones and I'm also the girl who's never dated any actual people... they've all be introduced to me via the Internet (pathetic I know but that's another story.)  But she's FLYING TO GEORGIA TO MEET HIM!  And she's only been talking to the guy for like 2 weeks!!!  Again... I have very little leeway to bitch here,  I have made many bad choices in my time but I don't think that they're on level with this.  This is FUCKING CRAZY!    I think the worse part is that he's a cop and I think she's got some (possibly) false sense of security because he's a cop.

This really sucks.  I don't have any money to fly home and deal with a funeral and what would happen with the boys and all that crap.  Ugh.

Okay I think I want to go get stoned and take a shower.  That sounds good. 

It's been beautiful out the past few days.
I can't enjoy it though. 
I'm too fucking busy stressing out about my lack of employment.

I'm at the point where I'm looking at call center jobs. 
I fucking hate call centers.
They make me want to kill babies... okay not really but you get the point.

I found one I was going to apply to but they drug test.  And, well, for the first time in my life I really don't think I could pass a drug test.  What the fuck kind of world are we living in where they fucking drug test at call centers!?!?  I thought those place stayed running due to all the stoners willing to work at them.  Blech.

Today was somewhat of a waste of a day.  I got up late, by the time I got to the library they had a 45 min wait for a computer and there was no way in hell I was going to wait for that so I went goodwill shopping.  It was fairly uneventful but sooner or later I'll find something I'm looking for.  I did actually clean the bathroom which is good.  I talked to Chris and he mentioned something about getting together later and smoking a bowl but I think I misunderstood him.  I'm thinking he meant it as a maybe and I understood is as a definite.  Oh well, I don't have anything else going on. 

In the past week and a half I haven't slept alone.  I need to change that.  I'm becoming too sleep codependent.  Lesley got her new fabulous bed and between that and hanging out with the Terrorist a lot lately I never sleep alone.  Which, well, I don't mind at all but I don't need to reach that phase where I can't sleep alone.  So I'm going to force myself to sleep in my bed tonight.  I think.  :-)

I think I'm gonna go across town to the other Goodwill. 

Maybe I can buy myself some happiness.

Jesus, I'm pathetic lately.

Today has more or less been a waste of a day.

Having said that I did have breakfast with The Terrorist, got my IRS refund and ran an errand for Lesley. But aside from those three things (and sending one or two resumes out) I haven't done anything today.

I stayed at the Terrorist's house (and I learned that he loves the fact that I refer to him as the Terrorist in my blog.) We watched a couple of movies last night bringing my total movie tally of yesterday up to 4!! (Good to know I'm so productive when unemployed.) We woke up early, without the aid of an alarm clock (which isn't really like either of us) decided that breakfast should be on the agenda (because we both got our refunds back... go us!) and off we went. But not before I called both my mom and dad to tell them I was in fact alive. (Apparently I haven't called them in a bit and my dad was really starting to worry about the state of my well being.)

He and I had a nice leisurely breakfast complete with eggs and alcohol. Then I dropped him off, went home to pick up a folder for Lesley which she forgot and ran it down to PSU for her.

(As your probably noticing this is basically just a re-count of my day. Sorry it's not more exciting)

Where was I? Oh yes! Dropped off the folder, got some gas ($8.30.. cause it's what I could find in my car) then came home.

And that's where it all goes wrong. I should have come home, hooked up my printer (which I did) and taken care of a bunch of things I've been putting off. But NO. That would have made too much sense.

Instead, I came home, hooked up the printer, decided to masturbate then promptly passed the fuck out. Which would have been okay because I woke up about 45mins to an hour later but when I woke up, I got up went pee, laid back down for a second then woke up about 5 hours later. Yes, I fail. Big time.

I woke up male voice's which kind of creeped me out so I got up and left. Went up to Caldera to visit Lesley for a bit. The cute porn store owner guy was there. There's something about that guy, not sure what it is but he intrigues me. We've never really talked but I notice him every time he's there. But then again, maybe it's because he's a cute porn store owner and I need a job. I thought about hanging out for the shift drink gathering but didn't really feel like it so I came home.

Lit some candles, put on the Love Jones Soundtrack and took the longest shower I've taken in a long time. I did it all, salt scrub, shaved, loafed, shampooed, conditioned. It was great.

Now I'm here. Blogging on OpenOffice because I don't have internet. I have a strong desire to be alone but on the other hand I just wanna cuddle up and watch a movie. I hate that feeling. I blame it on my period. My period makes me confused and not know what I want. (To bad I haven't started my period yet.)

Tomorrow is Aidan's 6^th birthday. Wow. Lesley and I are going over there tonight so we can do the morning birthday breakfast thing with them. I don't really know what's going on but I do know there aren't going to be pancakes, which kind of makes me sad. I love pancakes. He wants chocolate chip muffins though. I want pancakes. Maybe I can convince him to change his mind. Whisper sweet pancake nothings in his ear while he sleeps.

It can't hurt right?

Okay I need to go do productive things that I didn't do earlier.