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Yesterday was unbelievably solid considering it's beginning. To fully tell this tale, I think I'll start from the beginning (Friday night) and chronicle the weekend's happenings. So it begins:

Friday: Worked until six, went to Open Mic for a minute, went to the shop to visit Eric and Tony, came home around 10:30, Jen showed up at my house with Harrison, then the three of us ventured over to the palace where I proceeded to drink a beer and do whiskey shots. Cut myself off at 2am at the peak of my drunkenness, weaved my way home, and tried to make myself go to bed. This internal struggle happened:
My body- Uh Uhhhh, still ready to party!
My brain- Listen bitch. I need to go to bed now. I have work at 8 am.
My body- Uh Uhhhhhh...
Until I finally forced myself to go to sleep. Then proceeded to wake up two hours later, still drunk, and not know where I was. In my own house. Good.

Saturday: Worked from 8am-2pm. Dropped Kevin off at his house, then went to the mall to buy a dress....ended up leaving with four shirts, a necklace, and a pair of shorts. Solid! Went home for a bit, then went to the Bean to drop off an i-pod cord for Keisha. Ended up hanging with Luke for a minute, then going home and trying unsuccessfully to take a nap. Met up with Spencer to have him buy me some beer for the party at the palace I was attending later. Chilled and drank a beer with him, then dropped the beer off at the palace, and went home to shower and change. Walked over and proceeded to drink a few beers, do a few shots, and overall get hammered drunk. Sent Eric some aggro texts. They go as follows:
11:54 pm: "Bleeeehhhh druuuuunkkkbwhat are you doing?"
1:01 am: "Answer your fucking phone!"
1:19 am: "I will literally kil you"
Notice the spelling of "literally" and "kill" right there. Good work. In addition to the drinking and texting I did some dancing, had a wonderous time, and again, weaved my way home and passed out.

Sunday: Slept in until 1 pm, which was very much needed and appreciated. However, managed to forgot to buy the necessary items for my cleanse in the drunken shenanigans of the previous two days. Woke up to this thought process Sunday afternoon:
"Alright, time to start the cleanse. FUCK!....Where are my cigarettes?"
It should be noted that in this cleanse (the master cleanse) you are not allowed to smoke, drink, or eat. Solid logic on my part, as usual. Went to the store to get some ice cream and movies, ran into Devin. Came home and ate sum dis ice cream. Got a text from Eric, who rolled out to my house with Muttens. Muttens, Eric and I went to the Res and floated around drinking beer for a few hours. I managed to lose one of my plugs, which sucks, but the Res trip made up for it. Watched the sun set, then went back to Mutten's. Chilled for a minute, then went to dinner at Chili's. Delicious. Went back to Mutten's and watched Tombstone. Eric took me home, and then I fell asleep andddd....

woke up at 4:45 am today, went to work at 6 am, made solid tips, hung out with Spencer for a bit, went to lunch with Kylee and Shenise, and made the following plans:

- 5:30 pm: Go to Family Group with Keisha.
- Sometime after 7:00 pm & when Eric gets off work: Get silly because I don't work tomorrow!

My life is retarded amounts of fun lately.

lucky number slevin.

There is supposedly a themed party tonight for Jesse's birthday. 80's business casual. I really hope it happens: my friends have a history of trying to plan epic events that never really work out. Like pirate parties where no one dresses up because one person tells everyone it's not a themed party. And then there's getting everyone to come over and all that...So we'll see. I have today and tomorrow off of work, so I'm very much wanting to do something exciting.

My weekend was amazing. Thursday Brenda, Jen, and I went to SLC to see Iron & Wine. Found 91$ in the road on 6th south, which paid for everything. Got shitty drunk at the show. Met some chick that wants me to go audition to be an extra in movies? THEN MET SAM BEAM. No big deal, he's just a total bad ass. Then came home friday and took it easy. Worked Saturday morning until 2 pm, then had a lunch date with Erky. After lunch, Jen and I went thrift store shopping to find costumes for the pagan/gypsy party we were attending that night. Left for the party around 9 pm in a heinous rain storm, had a pleasant ride with Jen and Kevin. Then partied our asses off until 5 in the morning. Came home and slept all day Sunday, then went to the Bean to do a script read. Then back to work on Monday.

All and all, life has been full of fun surprises and the meeting of new, interesting people. Love my job, love my friends, love my life.

Six! Six Bats

Got ridiculously bombed off tequilaritas on friday night. Didn't go to work Saturday, which led to a bit of trouble with the Boss. But no worries, it's back to work on Monday (tomorrow)- One to Close. But theeennnn:

Off to Laughlin for three nights with Eric and Kylee! A business trip in our swimming suits and ties. And don't worry: we plan on not having a sober minute, and taking a bazillion pictures to document this shit show. I'm so stoked.

Then Friday is back to work, 12 pm- 6 pm. After that, will see where the wind takes me. Which is hopefully to work so I can make some money, and hopefully to something fun after work so I can keep on enjoying life, as ridiculous and frustrating as it gets sometimes.

But you know? I'm tired of blaming my hang ups on circumstance. The sooner I start taking control of things, the happier I'll be, and I know it. So even though I'm not in any hurry to grow up and make "mature" decisions anytime soon,at least I won't be complaining the entire way.

I bid you Adeiu. Ado? Whatever. I bid you Whatever.

Higggghh Five.

I guess that choice and accountability go hand in hand. If we are what we do, then I'm a big idiot.

Who, as always, is lucky.
I wonder when the day will come when maturity will strike and I'll suddenly have it all figured out.

Until then I'll be killing my liver, not sleeping enough, and having a wonderful summer.

Fo'

I'm about to go to lunch with my Brother. Good idea, seeings how I'm starving. I switched shifts so I could have the day off today. I would have had tomorrow and thursday off, but I decided to switch em' around. I worked a double yesterday, which I think I should definitely do more of because they make my paychecks look wondrous. I know it seems kind of counter productive saying that after I switched my schedules around, but oh well. I'm just clicking/typing nonsense now. Hunger pangs!

I'm excited for SLC for Iron & Wine on the 20th. Free? Thank you. Sam Beam? Thank you. Beer tents? Thank you.

Sionara.

threeve

Well I must say the solo movie going was a success. I went in my jammies and all. Also the chick flick I saw was actually pretty funny, and Gerard butler is a fox. I also neglected to mention ear
lier that my dad made me give him a haircut. I've never done a dad cut before so as you ca
n imagine I was pretty nervous. I also kept thinking of hilarious styles I could give him, like emo swoop and bowl cut. I kept cutting pieces and laughing which is probably not the most comforting thin
g I could have done. Well I work at six am so I'm done with this. I'm typing this on my brat berry so if the words are all fucked to death that's the reasoning.

Two's Company

I worked from 7am- Close today. Close = 2 pm, by the way, but I didn't get out of there until 2:30 because you always get those people that think "I'm closed" means "Please, order a sandwich." Whatever. I made awesome tips. Did you notice the bold-face of the word "awesome"? If you did, then you'll know I'm not even kidding. It was a good thing, too, because it was pretty slow, then all of a sudden 35% of St. George decided to come get coffee and various other food items that couldn't be cooked together. I was running around like an anime character with octopus arms. So solid.

After work I started to watch Cake Boss because I think it's my secret ambition to be a pastry chef. Ace of Cakes anyone? Hell yes. But I only made it five minutes in before I crashed out. Luckily my cat came in a took a nap with me. He made my sleep last night pretty off, though. He only wanted to sleep on my stomach, and it can be hard to accommodate cat wishes when you're half-asleep. We made do though. We always do!

I believe I'm going to go see the 9:05 showing of The Ugly Truth. I know it's a chick flick, but I adore Gerard Butler and it's been awhile since I saw a girly movie. I also think I'm going to go by myself. This will be the first time I've ever (notice the bold again) done that in my entire history of movie going. I'll be sure to let everyone in blog-world know how it turns out.

I'll leave you with this song I have stuck in my head:
"You don't have to be rich to be my girl, you don't have to be cool to rule my world, ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with: I just want your extra time and youuurrr.....kisss"

Round One

I think that this BlogSpot scenario is the more grown up version of LiveJournal. And since I'm obviously grown up now, this is the way to go.
I never have anything worthwhile to write about here on the interweb. Mostly I'll just list things that happened to me, things I thought were funny, or ideas I have to harass my Dad. My cat will probably be a long running topic because I'm creepy. And a cat lady. So, without wasting any more time, I'll jump right into it:

Today was a pretty good day at the Bean Scene. Decent tips, steady-ish wave of customers, and early closing all add up to what I consider a good day. After work I went to Lip Trix to hang out with Spencer and Chris for a bit. Mostly I just watched Max fly paper airplanes. I seriously don't think I've ever made a paper airplane. Hm.

Last night my brother prank-called my house at 4 am. I thought he was a crackhead and told him to grow up and not call here again. He sounded really convincing. Or...it was just really late and I was half asleep and thought he was a crackhead because only crackheads call at 4am.
Also your drunk friends. They do that, too.

I love my cat.