Half-sick of Shadows

Plans for tomorrow

• Find shoes for dress that don’t make it look too “prom-y”
• Buy “Birthday Princess” tiara and sash! (IN PINK)
• Nap
• Try to get some sun again
• Perform beauty rituals to prepare for the night
• Text everyone to make sure they all know the locales we’re hitting up. Honestly I think about four of the projected 9 are coming. 
• Get dressed
• Go get margaritas and onion petals at Logan’s
• Get free 16oz. fishbowl at Two Keys!
• Party it up at Trust Lounge!

Today is May 15th.

And there are people on facebook wishing this girl “Happy Birthday” and it’s not until tomorrow.

In other news, that means my birthday is on Thursday!!!! 

2-2!!!

I need to go buy myself a “Birthday Girl” tiara and sash. :) 

So, I absolutely abhor my job.

It’s not the work itself, it’s the bullshit managers. And how they harp on and on about  Issue Resolution and how if you’re going to get a “no” on a survey, then transfer them to a supervisor or to the correct department. But now apparently our transfer rates are too high and so they’re making us track why/when we transfer.

Such bullshit.

Complete and utter.

So yeah. I have an interview at Macy’s on Tuesday to be a bridal registry consultant.

Whoo. 

And I’ve applied for a couple other jobs as well. 

My Friday night schedule

7PM: Pizza and beer
10PM: Hood/Ratchet party (hosted by black girl…I wish I was kidding)
10:30PM: Grown-up fun with Cheyanne at a new bar. (We always go to the same places, so we’re trying something new.)

I just need to remember to buy a bottle of wine for the party, lol. 

Go to a girl’s movie night in baggy jeans, sweatshirt and curly hair

And end up watching “The Vow” and singing karaoke for four hours with your two friends plus like five guys.

Go Team Lightskin! High Yellow Power! Lol.

I got called Beyonce! YES!

My day has gotten tons better…NOT

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My day

1. I just paid $300 in an electricity bill.
2. My roommate has the nerve to leave my an angry note about my cats when the shit she pulls is way worse. 
3. Fritz texts me at 2AM to go off on me about ways I basically fucked our relationship up. How are these reasons still relevant if you’re the one who broke up with me? Why are you trying to fix it? I don’t get it.
4. And again, the dead friend, leaves me to ponder about life insurance and a will. I get life insurance automatically with my new job and I don’t pay for it. And I can get free legal services by paying a premium monthly. It takes care of a lot of stuff too. 

Honestly, I’m in such a bad mood. Like a really bad mood. Geez.

Have I talked about this guy who told me he hopes I keep my Xerox job so that he can “open me up” and “get to know me better”?

Yeah. 6:30AM is not prime chatting time. I want to listen to my Kpop and sit there. Not have you bombard me with questions about my music and my relationship status. Thank you very much.

Ugh. And I can’t even use the “I have a boyfriend” thing. It’s so effective. Though I suppose saying your ex is a Marine can be a deterrent as well, lol.

Thoughts of my day

• Finally read The Hunger Games. And I was underwhelmed. It was a good enough book, but I’ve read better dystopian novels and there just was some aspect of it missing. Perhaps because it was aimed at young adults or perhaps because it’s a trilogy. I just feel their society was not explained enough, though there are two other books. We’ll see.
• Re-watching Sex and the City. Oh, Carrie, why are we the same person? Lol. I feel I make the same relationship mistakes as her, minus the cheating. Because having a sexual affair with your ex who broke your heart is always a fantastic idea. Sigh. 
• I bought a clampless curling iron. Not sure how I like the results. I think I should stick to using the smaller one on my curly hair and use the other two sizes on my straight hair.
• I want Marie Antoinette style lingerie. And I found the prettiest stuff ever. This website trashy.com has their own line on lingerie like Stepford, French Quarter, Lolita, Marie Antoinette, et cetera. Unfortunately, it’s like crazy expensive. I need a sugar daddy.
• I’m getting my hair done tomorrow. So far I’ve decided to go darker. And then I’m not sure how to get it cut. I’m thinking long layers and maybe cut my bangs a little. I’m so boring. 
• I want to go out tonight. But my friends are lazy bums. 

At work the other day…

I mentioned in passing that I thought one of the new guys is cute. He’s on LP and he’s a ginger, so I’m naturally inclined to think he’s cute. ANYWAY…today at work, my co-worker, Shirl (retired schoolteacher), was all, “So I hear you like the new LP guy. You’re too pretty for him. We’ll find you a good guy. I’ll go through my list. 

How nice, lol.

Most of my co-workers are older ladies and love me and I get the feeling they’re going to try to set me up with like sons and grandsons of friends and whatnot…lol.

I’m not ready/in the mood for that. 

It’s funny in a way, that everyone at work is like, “You don’t seem too broken up about your boyfriend dumping you.” And I’m sorta like, “I’m sad, but…like…what can I do about it? Being sad and mopey won’t help anything.” 

I’m not overly good at communicating and showing my emotions for some reason, and so I guess some people find I’m sorta flippant over this break-up. Just sort of how some of my friends thought I didn’t really love Fritz because I guess I didn’t show it how I was supposed to? I don’t know. 

I’m sad. It hurts like hell.

But, there are other good aspects of my life and so I’m trying to focus on them. Like strawberry margaritas, sad kpop songs and my cats. Sounds like a perfect combination. :) Oh and my better-paying job. I can be a workaholic again.

And I have my lovely sense of humour to bemoan and joke about my newly single status and my evolution into a full-blown cat lady, haha. I told my friend/co-worker that she’d hear me whining until about mid-April or later! Lol. :D

So, we’ll seeeee. 

But after last night, I’m less inclined to believe his reasoning behind the break-up. My mother is also tipsy and called him when I advised her not to. I knew this would happen. Yikes. She can go crazy.

But I can see her point. She said

You have to understand that the first time I ever talked to him he talked about how much he loved you and how serious you guys were and how whenever he asked you to marry him, he would ask for my permission first. So of course I’m pissed off about this.

Well said. If I was in her position, I’d be pretty pissed too. But I wish she would see, I’d rather her not get involved though she does mean well. Because we were planning on moving in together if he didn’t re-enlist or depending on where he was stationed, I might have moved there. So…I’m just like…dumbfounded.

Sigh.

This has been another late-night lengthy post by yours truly, haha. :D