I haven't written in here in a few days, mostly because I've been bored and lazy. However, I wouldn't have been either if I had actually known that school started back yesterday, and I was none the wiser. Yeah. I couldn't believe it. I signed onto my Facebook and saw one of my friend's status messages saying how she was bored on her first day back, and I felt that familiar feeling that you feel when your alarm clock doesn't go off in the morning and when you wake up to see the time is right at when you're suppose to be at work...complete panic. I e-mailed my teachers to explain. One of them e-mailed me back and was a douche bag pretty much saying I was irresponsible, and I'm still waiting on a response from my Accounting teacher. Ugh. Is it graduation yet? lol.
Gayle's birthday was SO great. I have posted pictures on my Facebook of them and here's a link to view them: Gayle's Birthday. Somehow, we all ended up showing up at the same place as our executives from our Target store... I think they thought we were there to crash their party or something, but alas we were there only to celebrate Gayle's 20th Birthday!! It was so fun. Interesting gifts were given, indeed. I really think Gayle had a good time, and that was my main goal.
I must go get ready for work. I really don't like it when I first wake up in the morning time. It feels like my body is mad at me or something and just doesn't want to cooperate with me. lol
I'm out. HOLLA!
No lie, I've honestly started thinking about getting a bicycle and riding it to work everyday. I'm like four to five miles away from work and I actually cannot believe I've been thinking about it. Last night really put it in my mind. I spent $60+ to fill up my Explorer. I drive a lot. I have to, and I think that if I cut out driving to work, that could cut down on the amount of gas I use. I could also ride my bike to my mom's as well.
Am I really honestly saying this?
I was SO pissed. Damn this fucking war, damn the fucking dumbass people in charge of this bs, and damn the whole damn thing. What the hell? Seriously. There is no reason whatsoever that I should be paying this crazy ass amount for fucking gas. I'm so over this.
I'm going to get a flippin' bike.
I had such high aspirations for today... I had planned on cleaning the entire house, washing all the clothes, and just having everything neat and organized. Yeah, I cleaned the bathroom, washed a few clothes, folded a few, and washed the dishes. I still have about five loads of clothes to wash, the rest of the house to clean, and it just doesn't seem like it's going to happen. I really wish I hadn't fallen asleep, and I also wish Chris would've helped me with cleaning.
HOwell. I guess I'll find something else to do for the evening.
Any ideas?
From Chris:
FUCK WASHING THE CLOTHES LETS HAVE SEX!!!!!!!!!!
I don't even know at what point I should even begin to start. How about my house being a flippin mess 24/7. Ok, yeah, that's a good start. I am not trying to chastise anyone here, because I am not the most tidy person in the world. Who puts an open container of ice cream into the trash cash with about 1/4 of the ice cream still in the box? Well, when I started to get the bag of trash out of the trash can, I found out that cookies and cream ice cream compliments my kitchen floor excellently. I also found out that the "Force Flex" trash bags aren't that durable either. Ice cream was EVERYWHERE and my floor is soaked now from where I had to get it up. Ugh. I hate cleaning, but seriously this house is ridiculous. There is a mess everywhere and as soon as it's picked up, another one is made in the exact spot. Nanny 911, where are you? Todd Oldham? Ty Penninton(nevermind, you got that stuff with your DUI to deal with)? Someone help me.
Please.
S.
O.
S.
Really means someone help me.
My weekends off are always full of a retarded amount of drama that is definitely unnecessary for my life.
I know:
- Everyone has to clean their home.
- Families are going to be douche bags at times.
- Things are not going to go your way all the time.
Really though, do all these things go together though? Must they all happen at the same time?
I want to have a good day, I really do.
Let me go wash the ice cream off of my feet(I was wearing flip-flops) and try again.
I cannot believe that three years and three days ago we were all out on the football field at this time bitching because the sun was in our eyes and practicing for graduation. Three years. Really now... I cannot believe it's been that long. The funny thing is though, all the people(except two) that I mentioned in one of my posts about graduating in 2004, I still keep in contact with. Of course, it's so much more difficult, but any good friendship is worth working on.
Ok, I have to get ready for work.
To Starbucks...or not to Starbucks?
I think we ALL know the answer to that one.
I'm always really peaceful when I get my hair done. It's so easy to be there. There's no one there who remotely gives a damn about what the next person thinks and even that being said, everyone is so nice. I really wish that I could get that calm feeling that I get while getting my hair done put in pill-form so I can take it whenever I'm feeling tense or blue. Like, I know, no matter what happens when I walk out of the doors after seeing Robin, I'm going to look great. The random banter that always happens in a salon is always great too. It makes me feel normal and as if I belong.
Mid-way through my haircut, Robin notices my flip-flops that I'm wearing. She's like, "Oh wow, your feet are so nice. I can tell that you really take care of them. LUCUS! You have some really big feet." I chuckled and was like, "I know..." No, don't draw any conclusions. I'm not saying anything about my penis size like most do at this point in time. No, no, no... You won't catch me doing all that.
My hair looks great, as always, and after I got out is when I decided to lay out in the sun and stuff. My back is still hurting like a mofo. When I was getting my hair washed, omg, I thought I was going to pass out due to the pain. Sharp, shooting pains that are back there in my lower back. I have an incredibly painful pulled muscle. I know it's a muscle because every time I look down it pulls or when I prop my feet up it hurts...
Again, just as a nice reminder. Everyone, practice good grammar and spelling usage. Your and you're is not the same word and should be used appropriately...that also goes for sail, sell, sale, sit, set, and a host of other words. Just look at it.
Two of these are correct:
Does it seem right when you're writing it?
Does it seem right when you are writing it?
Does it seem right when your writing it?
Ok, enough of my English teacher mess. It just irks my nerves when people have bad usage and grammar or when people spell GRAMMAR wrong.
Relaxing.
Guess where?
In the sun, in my back yard.
Yeah, I'm somewhat tanning, or something. I don't know what you'd really call it. I just got bored of sitting inside and yeah. Boredom sucks, so I brought it outside. Maybe by tomorrow I'll have a nice tan. Doubt it though. Who knows. I may go to sleep out here. It's my day off, I can do whatever I like.
That breeze feels really good.
*sigh* Yeah. I'm going to be alright.
I just don't even understand.
Really.
Why?
I know, I'm thinking the exact same thing yall are.
How in the hell can I be sick, AGAIN? WTF.
I've been taking my medication non-stop since the doctor gave it to me last week, getting better, but my cough wouldn't go away. Well, Chris wouldn't be satisfied unless I had Nyquil last night before bed, so I took it. 1-We overslept, 2-my throat hurts about 3x more now, and 3-I'm coughing more than ever. Well, this series of events have really pissed me off so I'm back on the sofa, again, just chillin out. I have SO many things I have to do tomorrow and all this mess isn't going to get me down.
I'm so over it, I really am.
I'm really excited about being off tomorrow, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. It's pretty sweet. I think I am going to go to a Rome Braves game sometime soon. Idk why, I haven't been in a few years, and I think it'd be great fun. Maybe I can find a group of friends to actually get together and have somewhat of a good time.
I'm not sure exactly at what point my family became inconsiderate to the fact that when I'm sick, I really just want to be left alone. No errands to be ran, no extended conversations, and Grandma, what the fuck? A BM? Who the hell says that anymore?
Well, after extended conversations on the phone with my mother, trying to still get in touch with my father, and oh yeah, that pesky thing that happens for me throughout my week, work, I'm just a little tired. I get in my car to go home from work, no radio, just trying to focus on the road, and of course, the party of pain going on in my throat. The phone rings. It's my mom.
"Lucus, what are you doing?"
"Coming home from work, you?"
"I'm coming back from the doctor and have your little brother..."
"Oh yeah, good, I don't have to pick him up this afternoon."
"Lucus, you need to remember these things, what would you have done if you had've had to pick him up?"
"Called you and asked if it was my day to pick him up."
"What's wrong with you Lucus?"
"I'm sick and it hurts to talk..."
"Well, what have you done today? How was work?"
Ok, yeah, here it goes. I talk for almost the entire way home. Yes, my throat hurts. Yes, I've been taking medicine. Yes, I DON'T FEEL LIKE TALKING BECAUSE MY THROAT HURTS.
I don't know. Cough-cough, sneeze-sneeze. No more Nyquil, please. Maybe some cough medicine. Some stuff that tastes good. Like cake or something. That'd be hot. Yeah, Paris, I'll be taking that. You won't be needing it while you're in jail, unless you feel as if big Bertha's blanket in the cell beside you is worthy of a, "Heh, that's hot!"
My mom just called me again... Yeah, Chris will call you, and yeah I'm still sick.
Again...
REALLY, GRANDMA! A fucking BM?
So I go to call the Student Loan people to find out what's going on with my student loan... I start dialing and dial 1-800 instead of 1-888... Some crazy-ass porn star woman starts talking about things that even made me blush a little and starts telling me that for $5 a minute I can talk to her.
No thanks.
I'm good.
Promise!
I've got to go to KSU today to turn in a bunch of paperwork that they need and everyone insists on not answering my calls or calling me back. GAH. I really would rather not go by myself, but it looks as if I may have to brave it and go alone. What was it that Brandi and I were saying the other day... OH yeah, I guess I need to, "Put on your big girl panties and deal with it..." lol. We were rolling off with the one-liner's that day. Something about people in hell wanting ice water, but they don't get it... Pretty funny stuff.
Ok, to KSU I go.
I am so happy I'm starting to feel better. I still have a small but mighty cough that makes me sound like I might have the devil trying to escape my body. Stay in you evil demon...damn you.
I talked to Clarisa yesterday morning while I was in the Cash Office doing this woman's job who decides that it's best for her to call out to work whenever she feels best. I miss Clarisa so much. She's the best. After my brief stint in the Cash Office, doing someone else's job, I came out to do my job. The day went by pretty fast, really...
After work, I hung out with Brandi for about an hour. We went to Starbucks, I got to see her new Jeep Compass(which is SO awesome), and we just rode around and talked a lot. I spent the evening alone, Chris went out with his friends, and I really didn't feel like standing in a parking lot with all the car hoods raised talking randomly about stuff I didn't know about. I am trying to find out more about cars, but a Friday night in a parking lot around 324,509,384,752 people I don't even know, really isn't my ideal place to find out about that stuff. I know the only way to get to know people is, "go out there and try," but one of these guys in particular I want to beat the hell out of. This guy nearly hit Jessie and I in the parking deck at KSU, he cut me off, took my parking spot, and thinks he's the shizzle. Just because you have that blue Evo, and you think it's hot...I'll still whip that ass.
The rest of my Friday night was spent riding around, went to my dad's, and just had some "me" time. It was pretty sweet. No lie.
Oh yeah, I have to tell everyone the Ryan's fiasco that happened on Thursday, but I'll save that for later.
So we got back from Alabama a few hours ago after picking up some things over there.
Yes, you heard right...
Alabama.
We got bored, so we drove over.
On our way back we stopped at Buffalo's in Rome. After my not so pleasant experience at that particular establishment, I probably won't go back there. Well, I won't go back there with Chris. Apparently, Chris's fries weren't cooked as much as he wanted them to be, so he complained. Not just complained, really, but was a total rude-ass about it and everything else after the guy came back and asked how everything was. Ok, granted, I have had my moments when I've been a total b-i-t-c-h (and yes, I'm required to spell out bitch in that manner) about my food in restaurants when the waiter/waitress haven't been that nice, but this guy was honestly just busy and was really genuinely nice. Each time Chris cast out an evil glance or a short, not-so-nice request to the waiter, I would follow-up with a really nice smile and a genuine country boy, "Thank you so much." Gotta represent, I'm from The BC, baby. (Bartow County, that is.) I was nice and left the guy a pretty good tip. I think Chris was just in a bad mood or something.
I'm feeling better after drinking a Raspberry Latte from Starbucks, soothing to my throat. I'm coughing like a mofo though. I wish my throat would feel better and my cough would go away.
Back to work tomorrow, though. I actually can't wait. I think I'm going to be doing an Orientation session tomorrow for new hires.
Time for bed. I hope I can sleep tonight.
"Well, your strep test came back negative, but we're going to go ahead and diagnose you with strep..."
Let me take yall back to 13 September, 2005 when all this went down:
"Gather 'round my children, and I'll tell you a tale. Friday was awesome, I went out to eat at Dante's Down the Hatch. SO good. Okay, enough about food, if I think about food right now it makes me sick. Saturday morning I expected to have Ashlee syndrome(acid reflux), but yeah, I didn't expect what I got. I woke up, felt a little weird, went to work, and REALLY started feeling bad. I finally got Lisa to send me home at 2pm because I was SO sick and hurting all over. That achy all over feeling, you know. Well, I went home, and seriously, I stayed in bed from about 3pm on Saturday until around 9pm Sunday. I only got up just a few times. After that, I didn't really get up much either. Crazy-high fever, 103.4. It would go down after I took some medicine, then after an hour or two, it'd go right back up. Yeah, crazy. Finally, Monday, my mom takes me to the doctor around 2pm. Well, after they give me a strep test, it comes back negative, but the doctor insists that I have strep, so he sends it out for further testing, and diagnoses me with step. He prescribes amoxil. we go pick it up, and I start taking it. I took two, one in the afternoon, one in the evening, fell asleep, woke up at about 4am, and took another. At about 6am, I break out in hives and a rash as a allergic reaction to the medication. My mom calls the doctor back up, lets him know what's going on, so we head back up there. Hmmm, instead of having strep, which he insisted on, he took blood work and yeah, I have mono. Gah. More to come later." ~post from my ::lucus-online.net :: Blog
Yeah, I started feeling like shizzle on Monday before I went to work. I thought it was just the usual Monday night blues that I get before I have to go in and close with douche bag. I progressively started feeling like the above cited paragraph along with neck, shoulder, and back problems which led everyone to believe that I could possibly have either (my theory) 1)mono or (everyone else's opinion) 2)spinal meningitis. Either way, I was scared as hell and hurting so I went to the Floyd Medical Center ER after I got off at around 10:30p, spent about 2 hours there and even though my strep test came back negative(like when I had mono before) the nurse practitioner decided that I had strep...and high blood pressure. Notice how I didn't even get to see a real doctor, nor did I appreciate the three nurses coming into my curtain "room" to take my blood pressure and temperature. Really now, three damn nurses? Only one did the work. Then, they all discussed how I looked like a guy that had came in earlier in the week until they realized that I wasn't this ER patient they thought they recognized I was the guy that worked at the Cartersville Target store.
Then, the random banter starts...
"Oh, Target is my favorite store, you know those shoes I got there the other day...BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!" Bitch, take my temperature and get the fuck out. I do not want to hear about your North-West Georgia banter that I always hear about why there isn't a Target in Calhoun, Rome, Adairsville, etc. It doesn't matter, I can't do anything, I can't talk to Bob Ulrich for you, I don't even care. I work there. Granted, I love my job, but damn it shut the fuck up, I'm sick, take care of me, and let me go. Just do your fucking job.
My whole point to this post is, I'm sick with something resembling strep throat, but slowly getting better. I still feel like shizzle, but I'll be better soon, hopefully. Oh yeah, I'm also really happy that I don't have spinal meningitis or mono. Plus, Chris has been taking care of me a lot. Good stuff.
Oh yeah, big shout out to Floyd Medical Center. I actually love that hospital. No lie. I wouldn't go to Cartersville Medical Center if you literally paid me. Those cracked out unprofessional bunch of people won't do anything for you but give you a hard time. Of course they'll make you sit in the waiting room for three hours before even taking your information, then making you sit another three to even be taken back to a room where you sit for another hour by yourself. THEN, if you're really lucky(or know someone) you'll get to see something that might resemble a nurse-in-training. These "doctors" are in their first session of GED classes in the backroom of the local Kwiki-Mart.
I don't know why, but I've been feeling really distant from everything recently. At the same time though, I also feel as if everyone else is being distant with me. I am really missing a lot of my friends and as bad as it sounds, I hate making new friends. I love my friends, but they all seem to be leaving me or going off on their own path. No one likes to keep in touch, apparently. I don't know.
I talked to Laura on Friday. Well, I sent her a text message, but it's the same thing. I really miss her too. I'm hoping that eventually she and I could possibly be friends again.
I've got a sore throat. I better not be getting a cold or I'm going to be extremely pissed. At least I know Chris will take care of me, like I took care of him. I love him. He's the best yall.
:-)
So I went to Eckard's the other day down off of Glade Rd to pick up a Mother's Day card for my mom. After looking for what seemed like an hour, I finally found the perfect card, went to the check out, and I noticed what was all behind the counter. When did they move condoms behind the counter? Are they requiring id for them now? That's the first time I've ever seen condoms behind the counter... I think it's not smart at all. I've heard that they're only teaching abstience in schools now, but on the real tip, yo...teens are going to have sex. Why not save them the embarrassment and just put them on the isle? Everyone knows that at some point there will be some ignorant teen that just finds the embarrassment too great for them, just won't buy the condoms, have sex, and get some crazy STD.
You know it's true.
It'll happen.
Just you wait...it'll be on 20/20, 60min, Katie Couric shizzle, yall.
Granted, I see it everyday when I'm at work, a group of 3-5 teenage boys all giggling and stuff around one boy as he walks up to the checkout and puts a box of condoms on the checkout belt. He's totally red in the face and can't get his friends to stop laughing, he gets his condoms rang up, takes his bag, and all his friends burst into a crazy fit of laughter as they walk out the door. Everyone has had the nervous feeling that they get from buying condoms the first time, but you get over the nerves after the first time always. Plus, I always bought mine at Target and went through one of my friend's lines and one in particular would always go, "YEAH! Luke's going to get some!! What-what!?!?!" I miss him working with me. He was pretty awesome.
Also, I love the stop smoking aids directly stationed beside the tobacco products. What the hell is that?
I've been so relaxed after my weekend off. Hopefully, this evening will be very calm as well. I need everyone to just chill out at work. It's been really calm since a certain person has been "sick," but I just need everyone to chill out and get off my back. It's not brain surgery, on the real tip...yo. I understand it's a career for some, a high school bathroom to gossip in for others, and a place to try to flex what power you have now because you didn't have any when you were growing up and picked last on the dodgeball teams. I understand. It'll be alright.
School is starting back in about 15-20 days. Exciting stuff!! Woot-woot!
I'm out for now, holla!
I thought it was a little past time to step back into the real hosting world and get my own domain again.
Point all your browsers to www.yeahitsLucus.net
You'll still only get my blog, for now, but expect my great site to come back very soon. It won't be like the old www.Lucus-Online.net, but it'll be better!!!
Oh yeah, by the way, whomever decided to pretty much steal my old domain name...I really hope you burn the top of your mouth or your tongue on hot food.
Yeah, I'm pissed.
Really.
I don't know what to write. I don't know what to say. I'm disgusted with almost everything. I'm sad, upset, and really don't even know why. I want something to do, I need stuff to do. I'm just bored. I seriously just want to cry and know how stupid it is.
How can you honestly use near 2000 text messages in one month? I don't know. I guess ask Chris. The phone bill is $334 and some change this month. I just need to figure something out so I don't go into a freaking panic attack when I get the e-mail in about two weeks that says, "Your AT&T bill is ready for you to view." That whole unlimited text thing isn't really unlimited... It's unlimited to Cingular/AT&T users only. Well, there's one plan that's truly unlimited, but it's like 39.99 a month. I am going to go broke if I keep having to pay this bunch of bs.
I'm going to be cleaning up the yard today. Mowing, raking, picking up trash, and just making the yard look better is on my main agenda for the day.
Why must Say What Karaoke 2.0 come on when I am about to walk outside and do work? Ugh. I'm getting up and going... I promise.
I am just amazed at my family sometimes. That's all I'm going to say. They're all truly unique people(much like unique me). ;-)
Today was not so bad at work and tomorrow shouldn't either. I only work 3.5hours tomorrow morning then I start my weekend off. Exciting stuff.
Chris is officially working in Rome now which really sucks because I won't get to have lunch with him anymore. :-( We did have dinner together tonight at Chili's in Cartersville and it was SO good. Gah, I love me some chicken tacos. I found out Starbucks opened today, wtf? I was told that it was opening tomorrow and we drive by to see this bs going on. Oh, I will have my Starbucks in the morning. You just wait. I WILL HAVE MY STARBUCKS, I WILL!
I know it really sounds weird and stupid, but when I go into work, I still miss everyone so damn bad. Clarisa, Lindy, David, Kevin(as of tomorrow), and hell even Stephanie.
I require sleep for my 3.5hrs of working tomorrow. HOLLA!
Ok, I understand how all of us have a certain pride or sense of urgency/importance about the job and field of work each of us perform. Chris is staying over, yet again, to shrink wrap some sort of parts that he has to do some sort of work with. All pretty ignorant if you ask me. I have a long list of reasons why it is so ignorant, but I won't bore anyone with it. I will, however, say that I REALLY want to go get something to eat because I'm starving, had a long day at work, ready for bed, and even more ready for my day off tomorrow.
Today was really fulfilling to me for some reason. We cleaned out all these spaces that are "team member" areas. I guess it's the point of seeing a task through to the end. It was a mess to begin with, I threw most of the mess away, organized what was left, and cleaned...done. I really don't appreciate being "thrown under the bus" with reviews. I finished all my reviews early for MY team and now, they're making me write two reviews for the WORST people in the store. WTF? That's my reward for actually doing my job.
I have no idea what I plan on doing for the rest of the evening or all day tomorrow. I'll post more later.
I remember taking these pictures just like it was yesterday. I don't even think that the space where where took these pictures is even in the high school anymore since it was remodeled. It's funny how we all have changed so much, but some things haven't changed at all. I feel rushed all the time now when I'm with my friends to catch up and see where they're at, what they've been doing, relationships, friends, school, etc. It's just not the same as being around everyone for 8 hours a day so everything that happens is pretty much common knowledge. Sadly enough, I don't get to see either of these people as much as I'd like. Amanda(to the left), I see sometimes, and she even came to my birthday party, but Shandy(to the right) we only see each other maybe once every few months when she comes in Target and we have a screaming match at each other, running at each other with a HUGE embrace, and nearly crying at the sight of each other. (Ok, that happened once, but we do hug and scream a bunch).
Below...the picture of Brandi, Rickki, and Kim at Hooter's with me during one of our FBLA field trips to Under Ground Atlanta and the World of Coke. Then there's the picture of Darla, holding up the nastiest drink ever made by Coca-cola, ever. Don't be fooled by her happy smile, she didn't drink it, after the first sip.
Today seemed as if to never end. Now that I'm about to go to bed, I feel tired as hell. I felt pretty damn bad about laughing at something today at work. Well, I only felt REALLY bad after I thought that the person I was talking to overheard me. Honestly, he's really a nice guy and I wished I hadn't laughed at what Kim said. At least I stopped and told her that she shouldn't talk about people, right? I really hope he didn't hear her/me/us.
I came in from work hoping to get just an ounce of rest before Dillion and Karla(my little brother and sister) came over to spend the evening with me. Ok, so I took about a 20min power nap, I still feel a little energized, but I know tomorrow I will feel like shizzle for sure.
Chris is definitely feeling under the weather, but it's all sinuses so I'm glad I won't be catching anything. YAY! He keeps taking stuff, so hopefully in the morning he'll feel better. I need to write in here more, but I think I'll do it tomorrow.
Oh yeah, one more thing... I got on a register today to check people out and this guy came through my line. I recognized him from CHS and we started our random HS banter. "Hey, you went to Cartersville didn't you?" I say. He then replies with, "Yeah man, what year are you graduating? I graduated last year."
I really don't know how to feel about that...
Finally, done. Ok, I had to get 13 questions correct on the final in order to pass the class. Gah, I hope I did. This morning when I was driving down to KSU, I hit the normal traffic, but I got SO tense and nervous about it. Crazy. I thought I was honestly going to really cry/flip out/something. Maybe because it was final day and I HAD to be in class on time. Fast-forward to a few minutes later, I was in the parking lot, parking, walking in, and ran into Cody. I'm so glad that he was in my class this semester, even though he really didn't show up that much, I had someone to ask questions to about what was going on, if I had missed class or anything. We sat next to each other for the final, but no luck in cheating or anything, two separate exams, plus, I really don't think that either of us knew that much about what we were actually being tested on.
I wonder when grades are posted? Hmmm...
I realized really realized today that I probably couldn't tell a soul where anything was on campus. I know a few things, but for someone who's gone to this place for an entire semester, I sure did make it a point to park to the closet building, go there and only there, and head straight back to my car afterwards. Maybe during my Summer classes I'll learn more of where things are.
Some random girl walked up to me as I was leaving class this morning and goes, "HEY! You're in my Psychology class, right? You sit two rows up...blah, blah, blah..." Goes on for a few minutes and then starts asking me questions about this class that she swears I'm in, and I look her right in the eye and say, "Um, I'm not in your class, but thanks for the conversation..." She looked really stupid and dumbfounded as I walked off. Ah, the joys of being me.
I was thinking about organizing some work "outing" for everyone to go to at the store. Well, the selective cool people of course. Invitations and everything, you know. I just can't think of what I want to do. Maybe do another bowling night. That would be fun...IF anyone decides to come. I would love that. Maybe I'll make it a plan.
My nose and cheeks look SO bad. The Import Showdown(which I have yet to discuss on here) really kicked my ass and had me very sunburned. Now, I'm in the healing stages where, it doesn't hurt anymore, but it just looks really...ick. I will write about the Import Showdown that I accompanied Chris to this weekend probably later on today.
For now, HOLLA!
