Procrastination...

While procrastinating successfully puts off what I don't want to do, what I need to do always gets done...eventually.

The visit home was perfect. I could have spent a little more quality time with Classy and my mom, but other than that was nice. No shopping marathons and no excessive drinking. Lots of encouragement for our new kick ass bodies, though.

I spent some time with my father, which is always sort of awkward, mainly because he's an awkward man, but also because I have resentment towards him that is hard to get around sometimes.

Also, spent some time with my mom's side of the family. We seem to be getting along just fine after a year and a half without my grandmother. I was explaining to my father that it's weird to lose the Matriarch of your family. It's almost a lost sort of feeling because we have no guidance of how to act and even think sometimes. Of course that sounds funny, because we know how to act, but it's just weird. I wish that I could articulate what I mean more easily. Lots of laughing and loving on babies, though. My cousin had twins last month and they are every bit of precious that you could possibly imagine--even though my cousin (their mother) is slightly insane (which could perhaps be an understatement).

The anxiety is starting to hit that I think hits all graduates. It's not that I'm nervous about graduating (maybe a little--and maybe just anxious about all of the questions to come), but it's mainly about all of the stuff that has to be finished before the big day. I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now, you see. However, I am not, obviously. It's easy and I love what I'm writing about, but I feel like these keys on my keyboard are extremely hard to press down and I can't get my thoughts out. Senior-itis is what they call this, I think. This semester has been awesome and I've loved all my classes, but finishing is super hard. I have 3 weeks left of classes, then 1 week of exams, then graduation. Eeek.

And if I couldn't complain more, work is really sucking right now. As I've told you before, I've been trying to transition completely to serving. My scheduling manager, however, has not been working as hard to make that transition happen. Long story short, I'm not getting the shifts I wanted, and it sucks. Don't f with my money. AND I'm trying my hardest to go to Savannah, GA after graduation with some family, but my mother informed me today that, if I don't have the money to go, I might have to make a sacrifice and stay home. Boooo. Happy Graduation to me. I know I can't complain a whole lot because she took me to Cali, but c'mon. So you can see my financial dilemma.

So thanks for being my stress-relievers tonight. Even if this post was super boring and really hard to follow, I thank you all!

Wish me luck....I need all I can get.

4 Minutes

So all of my girl friends are going to the beach for Spring Break.  I couldn't go because I cannot afford to take off a whole week of work.  Sir Jerkoffalot suggested that we go together and meet them all down there.  I laughed and said yeah right only if you want to pay for it.  

So he said "Okay, I'll pay for the alcohol, the plane ride, your food, everything.  Just give me four minutes of your time."

Ha.Ha.

Four minutes???  He couldn't even romanticize it and make it sound like I could potentially benefit.  I made fun of him saying, he could have at least lied and said 20 minutes, even 30 minutes.  What a moron.

Told the bf about this and he said that maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all it's my body.  I just laughed and told him I'd never let that come near me, not to mention the STD's he might be carrying.  Buh.

My Spring Break is this week, so for the first half, I drove to visit Classy.  A 4.5-5 hour drive total, but I took a break in my home town to visit my mom.  Classy sums up our weekend pretty well in her blog. "Relaxing, staying up too late, shopping, shopping, eating terribly, enjoying this fabulous spring weather, shopping, drinking, shopping."  I couldn't have put it better!  

The 4 days I spent with her and her super bf were quite relaxing, but it is going to be extremely difficult to go back to classes next Monday.  Buh.  Only a month and a half, I keep telling myself--until graduation.  

Wish me luck!

Monday, Monday

The boyfriend left me for a week. He and some of his buddies are going on a week long back-packing trip. I would have loved to go, but it's a funny thing, this school stuff. Normally I'd be thrilled that I get a whole week to myself to clean and make the house how I like it, but this morning at 5:00 when he woke me up to say bye, I was sad. Luckily I was busy with classes all day, otherwise I probably would have moped a little.

My house can be a little creepy at night. What's funny is the bf makes so much noise, normally I just want him to shut up. Tonight I missed it. I went to favorite Chinese place and indulged. I also rented the first season of Grey's Anatomy and sat on my couch falling in and out of sleep.

So the rest of my boyfriend/roommateless week? Of course, I have classes every day. I work Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. Thursday is my girls night with the girls from work. And the weekend? Well, it is home again, home again, jiggity jig. I think I'm a little homesick and bestfriendsick. Woo Hoo!

Hooters Schmooters

While home over Christmas, I was fortunate enough to visit the local Hooters. Never. Again. Let's just say this. I'm not quite sure how some of them got jobs there. Aren't they supposed to be somewhat pretty?

Either way, I almost had to get in a fight with a bartender. Not really, I'm way too classy to get in a physical fight with someone. I stood at the bar for far too long and she ignored me.

I watched her. She loaded her dishwasher. Asked the smug man sitting next to me what he wanted to eat. Walked around like she didn't know what she was doing. I even stood on the foot rail to make myself taller and hence more noticeable and she still did not notice me. It wasn't until I waved my hand in her face when finally she asked "What do you need?" Um. How about a freaking adult beverage Ma'am.

I told her the least she could have done was to tell me she'd be right with me. I mean I know I'm cuter than your cracked out self, but I deserve service too even though I didn't slap male bits up on the counter. Didn't say that one either, but C'mon people. $4.36 later, I left her no tip, but I got broken glass in my mouth and all over my glass. I should have complained to the manager, but I didn't. Oh well.

What is wrong with people in customer service these days? I've worked in it for a few years now, and I agree that it can be tiring, especially in this "the customer is always right" world. It's tough, but that doesn't mean that you should be hateful!

Lately, it seems as though you have 2 extremes. Cracked out people who are trying too hard or people who don't give a shit and ignore you.

One day over the break Classy and I went out to lunch and our waiter reminded me of the guy in Office Space who was urging Jennifer Anniston's part to get more flair. This guy had so much energy and was way too eager to make sure our dining experience was pleasurable. At one point he walked up to the table and asked if I was "Done-zo". Really? Out of all of the words you could have used you chose that one, sir? I couldn't help myself. I giggled.

I know I sound picky. All I'm asking for is some genuinity. It's not very difficult (at least not for me) to approach a table and get them what they need and not be cheesy. I don't want to be treated like the only person in the restaurant. I just want some genuine service.

I love other people's 21st birthdays

Ha. Well, tonight.. at midnight.. was a girl that i work with's birthday (yes, I know that sentence doesn't make any sense.)  Either way, I managed to get 2 drinks bought for me and I didn't even have cleavage showing!  So, a little intoxicated, here i am, blogging.

Christmas was fantastic.  Much needed time was spent with my madre and Classy.  Two nights "out on the town" one of which was an awful night at Hooters that I will later blog about.  

New Years was fun....until I drank wine, light beer, dark beer, and then Jager...and then...passed the F out.  As always, I rock at the alcohol choices.  My mother always asks me, "When will you learn?"  One day.. when someone isn't successful in convincing me that taking ANOTHER shot is a good idea, then maybe i'll learn! 

Happy Freaking New Years, though.

I start my last semester of my undergraduate career on the 15th, so I'll be living it up until then.  After that, it's back to the grind, unfortunately.

Love ya'll

Bad Blogger Bad.

Oh man. I'm so sorry. Life has been crazy.

California was f-ing amazing. Without it, I'm not sure I would have made it through dead week and finals.  Either way, the week before finals (dead week--which is supposed to be the week of nothing but ironically is the week that everything is due) was crazy.  So many papers etcetera were due.  Finals week wasn't so bad, but I spent the whole time working and cleaning my freaking house so that I could have TWO parties. Yeah I'm a  badass host.  Take that parties!  

Thursday night was a PJ party with the work people.  Too much drunkeness ended with Krystals.  If you don't know what they are you should.  Exactly the same thing as White Castle, but more incredible.  Just kidding.  I've never had White Castle.  Good party though.

The bf graduated Saturday... SCARY... grown-up time!  So of course, there was a grad party with a keg.  Good party.  Me and 15 other guys.  I'm a pimpess!!! Lots of drunken time.

Sunday, more drinking.  I love rummy (the game, not my nickname for Rum, just the game).  

Monday.  Work party.  Whoa.  Progressive Dinner and lots of alcohol.  Needless to say, I needed a ride home, 6 different types of alcohol----wine, champagne, vodka, beer, jack,vodka.  It was quite intense, but quite awesome the next day... cause NO HANGOVER!

So I immensely apologize for my absenteeism.  I've drank way more than I should, but had an awesome past 2 weeks.  My reader is on overloaded so much so I've started using a different browser.  There just hasn't been TIME! Curses.  

I promise more  blogging to come.  And this time, I promise, these aren't empty promises! 

I really plan on blogging more because it's such a stress reliever.  I definitely have catching up to do.  I hope that everyone's Thanksgiving was great... and I hope everyone's holiday season is fab too!!

Going home next week.  Get to see the bestest.  It's been so long...Woo!

Have  lots to update about the BF.  Hopefully starting serving after the holidays... money money money!  Working out more with a good friend from work...nickname later.  

Love you all!

Forizzle?

Is it already the 7th? What the heck happened to August and the other part of my summer. I'm two weeks into school and already I have an entire list of homework crap that I've had to prioritize. I'm supposed to be writing a Sociology paper about Modernity and Tradition--can they survive without each other. I know. You're thinking, "Woo!" So yeah, supposed to be 3-5 pages, will probably be 3. I kind of have to finish it before I go to work tonight, so I'm procrastinating.... that always gets the job done! :)

Thanks for the responses on the gender perception! I totally agree with all 3 of you!! I'm interested in what the rest of my classmates talk about next week when we discuss this topic. If it's anything like the online discussion forum that we've had, the discussion in class will be LAME. Teachers who really know how to direct discussion are few and far between.

Last weekend was the biggest Labor Day fireworks show in the South! Classy, Diva, and I went to stand amongst the crowds for an hour and a half until the big show started! Afterward, we went to the bar that we love and spent too much money. Nothing but pure relaxation.... and some karaoke watching. A few more beverages and I would have been up there singing "No Scrubs" or some other ridiculous song. We had a blast even though I didn't get to participate in the karaoke festivities!

Has anyone heard of someone asking for their chicken mid-rare before????? Well, last night was a first for me. While working, a particular server came up to me to explain how her table, who had an IQ of ZERO combined, asked for their chicken mid-rare. Besides being illegal, she explained how they can't do that because of salmonella. "You mean you can't cook that any other way?" the lady with the southern drawl asked. Um, no. For real??? A. the server told me that she seriously thought she was being Punk'd. People never cease to amaze, ya know?

Off to finish this paper, I suppose I have procrastinated enough and I'm out of stupid stories to tell! Except for this.....

There's this guy at work, not Sir Jerkoffalot, but another guy who used to live with Sir Jerkoffalot. He recently got kicked out of his house and had to move somewhere else, but that's besides the point. He's a complete loser, sells coke, I'm sure of it, and is a whore. For some reason he thinks he can touch any female in the place, which is kind of surprising because everyone thinks that he's quite homosexual (which isn't a bad thing, but this guy can get laid at a snap of a finger and isn't attractive one bit---I don't understand guys like that.) This is the same guy I punched in the throat a few months ago. He told one of my friends that she looked pregnant. Um.. walking up to a girl and rubbing your hand on her belly asking when she's due is sure to get you punched. Okay, I was drunk, so the punch wasn't in the arm like it probably should have been. My inebriated self punched him in the THROAT. Oh he was pissed. At a later drunken date I apologized. Last week I successfully punched him again. This time in the arm. This time no alcohol. Dude grabbed my boob. Yeah. My boob. As quick as he grabbed I punched. He was all, "Roxie, that hurt.. wahhhh", I'm all like, Don't fucking touch me again, Douchebag. Next time it'll be the face. Hopefully, he's learned his lesson. Hopefully.

As I leave you with that story, I hope you all have a fabulous Sunday afternoon. Enjoy the football and think of me while I'm at working bussing tables and attempting to be nice to the people who walk in the front door! :)

Slacker Blogger

So, I've been out of the blog-world for a little bit. Been trying to catch up on housework. Ha! I finally tackled the bathroom which I was dreading doing because it was a disaster. The boyfriend feels that he needs every kind of medicine, bandage, ointments, creams, extra everything, toothpaste, shampoo etc. We have a tall cabinet where all of these are stored. Unfortunately, any time something new is purchased it just gets thrown in the cabinet. My cabinet was vomiting into the floor. Why do we need THREE bags of cotton balls and every medicine known to man? In case we need them, of course. He's been at school all day and so against his wishes I'm throwing out stuff that is almost empty. Obviously, we should recycle and that's what he'll yell about. I don't have time to rinse out all 20 something bottles though, so they are getting trashed. He is the king of all pack rats and doesn't understand why it's not okay.

In other news I started classes on Monday. MWF classes for me. Which means Tuesdays and Thursdays off from school and Work! Woo Hoo! They look like they are going to go well. This is my last year and for whatever reason I've saved 3 freshman level courses for the very end. That sounds easy you might say. Well, it will be, but the hard part is listening to Freshman who don't have a clue about anything. I am excited, though, because for the first time in a while I don't have a huge ass research paper due at the end of the semester! Waaaaahooo!!

Labor day plans for the weekend anyone? For me it's visit with the mom, the best friends and the rest of the fam.

It's Grandpa's birthday Friday, so birthday festivities will ensue. This should be an exciting event because my cousin who's my age is preggo with twins. Yay for babies you might say. Well, not when you're a single mom with a 3 year old and don't have a job! Either way there could be drama, but we're all positive except for her psycho-mom!

And of course there will be fireworks this weekend, I love fireworks.

And guess who's going to be visiting my house while I visit home? The lazy bastard. I've already threatened the boyfriend with "If I come home and the house is destroyed I'm killing you." Seriously, I will scream.

Hope all is well in your blogger world! Promise to post about the weekend, and promise to come up with something exciting to blog about soon!

Imma buy you a drank...

So my stay at home was a little longer than expected. After having the lazy bastard in my house for half of my summer, I was desperate for some time with all of the people whom I love and who love me. Not that the boyfriend and all my friends here don't love me, but there's something about spending time with your mother and your best friends that takes you to your happy place.

I got in town Sunday afternoon. My mom took me to a nice dinner like she usually does when I'm in town. Kind of a ritual now, I suppose. It's always a good opportunity to tell her everything that's in my head, because she's the only one that will listen to me talk all day long if I want to.

That afternoon Classy and I decided that we would go out later that night for adult beverages and other such debauchery. After searching for a cute outfit to wear and departing to prepare our beautiful selves for the evening ahead, we (Classy, Diva (Classy talks about her in her blog) and Classy's Bf) met.

Side Note: Classy and I are neighbors in our hometown. Yes, we grew up across the street from each other and rode to school together throughout high school. This is probably where the withdrawal comes from when we don't see each other. We saw each other non-stop back in the day. Back in the day... haha.

Anyway...We left to go to our new favorite bar. We started off the evening with shots because our friend "Ditsy" (Classy dubbed her this) was meeting us for adult beverages too. We can only handle her in small doses. Everyone has people in their lives like this, right? Well, either way, we had to get some liquid-deal-with-ditsy in us before she got there.

So, a Washington Apple, Royal Flush, and our respective drinks and it wasn't even like we had skipped a day seeing each other. Gotta love friends like these. For me it was a double Jack and Coke night. It was also a night of requesting ridiculous songs on the Juke Box. T-Pain anyone? Usher? Loooove it.

Oh how I love home. Maybe when we're grown-ups one day we'll live in the same town again.

The next day the trouble came. Took my car in for an oil change and came out with $500 in work (that my fantastic mother paid for) more than 24 hours later. I was suppose to go back to my other home Tuesday and that didn't happen. But I'm back now!

Start school on Monday... Wooooooo, but good news is.... I get to see Classy and her Bf not this weekend but next! Hoorah!

I hate shopping..........sometimes

I spent the early part of my afternoon today shopping for fun, solid colored button ups for work. They changed the dress code and I don't have to wear all black anymore. Hip hip hooray! So, why was it so hard to find one? Who knows... I went to Sears, Ross, TJ's, Target, NY&Co and Gap. Nothing. I found some cute ones, but I don't want to pay $30 for a work shirt. C'mon people.

Any ideas of where else I could go?

Lunch today is chicken, hummus, spinach, and onion on a spinach tortilla... mmmmm..

Going home to visit my mom and my favorite Classy lady tomorrow.. can't wait. Maybe that will rejuvenate me a little.

Went to bar behind work that I frequent too much last night with boss and J. Hilarious. In their early 30's, three kids and hilarious. J flirts with all the boys in the bar and the boss sits and tells me stories from when he lived up North. The boyfriend came last night which is a HUGE surprise cause he never goes out with me. Not that he's anti-social...okay maybe a little...but because he doesn't know my people and doesn't care for sitting in a bar bitching about work etc.

The lazy bastard left yesterday, but wait for it...wait for it... He's coming back this weekend... WTF WTF!!!!??? I talked with the boyfriend about how we have to set boundaries and not just hint about the cleaning that needs to be done. Does anyone think it's too much to ask that he clean the dishes he uses, puts away the baggies of illicit things away, clean out the litter box once in a while (his cat stays here while he's here and she hates the dogs. she's a bitch) or anything else like that???? I don't think it's too much to ask. Nope.

School starts in 2 weeks.. eeeek.

Have a fab weekend!