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I got yesterday off work, and Wednesday is my normal day off. Very exciting. I'm so glad, though, because I feel sick as hell. My throat feels ultimate swollen and gross. After I finish writing this and wake up a little more I'm going to raid the sav-a-center of OJ, other assorted citrus, and ramen. MMMM, spicy chicken ramen.
I started Diversion two weeks ago. Wow, two weeks clean. Of pot, of pills, of hardcore stuff. Not that I'd been into any hardcore stuff right before I got tested. But dope and coke is freaking everywhere right now. And bars, god how I miss me some pills. I don't even miss smoking. But bars and vicodin? Mmm pain pills. Guilty pleasure.
It's so funny how the diversion random drug testing works. I have to call a phone number every day and it gives me a recorded message. for today, "for wednesday, april 12th, the color is green. again for wednesday, april 12th, the color is green. have a safe and drug free day." so every day the color is different. my color is orange. my color hasn't come up since i started, but it's been two weeks so I feel like it's coming soon. ugh. I have a meeting with my counselor today, i almost forgot. i feel like crap. i haven't done anything in the way of signing up for Intensive Outpatient shit since the last time i saw her, which is what I said I would do this past week. I suck.
I can tell I'm getting lazy because I forgot to capitalize most of the last paragraph. Time to raid sav-a-center.
Oh! But my dad changed my break pads yesterday and my car doesn't squeal like a dying pig anymore :D now I can ride my car around people I know and not duck.
this song by Baby Boy (The Way I live) cracks me up:
got a scooter v8 and it's tight fa sho'
and I ride it on the westbank, marrero
crappy :.So I've been working at Byblos for almost 4 months now. There's a lot of different kind of people that come in to eat. Or just drink. A lot of people do that.
Yesterday these two black men came in to have a drink at the bar. Grey Goose on the rocks and Kettle on the rocks. (Yuck.) They were nice, until the older one started asked me if I went out to F&M's, Abbey's, and a few other bars... if I was going there tonight... and then, started asking me my dress size. Creepy. To avoid further discussion of my clothing sizes, I retreated to the back.
These guys were gross, get this:
A woman came in with a small child and a baby. These guys at the bar asked one of the waitresses to go over to the woman to ask if she would like to have a drink with them.
Lady (a little offended): "I'm going to be driving with two small children. I don't think that's a very good idea."
I don't understand what attracts such gross people into Byblos sometimes. It is a nice restaurant, not a bar, fellas.
I'm heading out to work now. Hopefully the creeps will stay at home today.
tired :..: munch a shroom :.
Nevermind about the three weeks... we're going back to New Orleans tomorrow!! :D
Hello!
I'm a bit more absorbed in MySpace now. So if you have a myspace, add me as a friend! http://www.myspace.com/snoozmuffin
It looks like we might be going back to New Orleans in about three weeks. It's like the light at the end of the tunnel. I just want to be home. Children at my high school (SENIORS AT MY HIGH SCHOOL) cannot find average speed given the distance and time it took to travel that. I can't comprehend nor take it anymore.
lazy :.I live. Now I live in Gainesville, Florida.
Katrina. In Tallahasse we had a waitress named Katrina. (You thought I was going to talk about the hurricane, didn't you?)
I can't believe people are bitching about people bitching about the hurricane. Some people's homes, cars, all their belongings, many people's legal papers (in too much of a rush to grab them, or not taking it seriously) are all destroyed. Gone. Forever. Let them bitch. If your home caught on fire by lightning, you'd be devastated and bitch, too. Put yourself in our shoes. I'm not going to go on a rant, but it's certainly not fun being displaced and separated from friends back home.
actually, I had one of the most fortunate evacuations. I know my family is okay, and since my two best friends live with me, they were with me through the whole evacuation. My two best friends. With me. The whole time. I'm so lucky. It's great having them. Also, all the places we've been have been so comfortable and hospitable.
I hope New Orleans returns to its former state soon. It's too beautiful a city to lose.
grateful :.Tubing was fun. Lots of fun. Getting drunk (super duper way too drunk) on a river is a little disorienting. ....Okay, very disorienting. Towards the end of the trip I vomited in the river. It was rough (it was the vodka). About 30 minutes before the end of the trip we'd pretty much run out of beer... someone found a pint of vodka. It was passed around and chased with beer. I can't thing of how to describe it because I can hardly remember. Sooo fucked up.
The Mike thing is no longer an issue and that thrills me. This growing up thing is working out really well. I still react based on emotion and not reason. But it's so much easier now to have a more objective view and not get caught up.
grateful :.I had a talk with Mike last night. It was very refreshing. I still don't trust him any farther than I can throw him, but I do feel better. I guess it's just been such a long time since I've had any kind of relationship I was looking for something I can't find in him. Which I should have realized a long time ago, just to save myself from feeling like an asshole... falling for shady Metairie guy? What was I thinking?
I feel weird saying we're still friends. we're not. not in my mind. We can still chill and see how things go. But... I'm afraid that hanging out would just hurt me more than comfort me.
confused :..: munch a shroom :.
I hate falling for assholes.
No. I hate falling for guys who are so sweet and so nice... and due to an unfortunate series of events start acting like an asshole.
I hate even more because it's not all his fault. It's my fault too. I suck.
i just don't feel like playing these games. i just want to fuck. all day long. no strings attached.
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other than my heart falling apart, i'm great. job's good. friends are great. living with chels and mer is brilliant.
crushed :.*flails*
can't wait for summer. decided i'm going to an in-state school to save money for pivot point. still have a job. awesomely single. life is so damn fun. 420 tomorrow :D
it's exam time, kiddies. that means that this weeks sucks.
that also means that we should fry (or perhaps drown) all of our brain cells and forget everything we learned by having a grand ol' time at the party this weekend!! it's either going to be on friday or saturday... probably saturday.
it's going to be at melissa's house. anyone's welcome to come. tell your friends. IM me for details. Snoozmuffin
calm :.so its friday evening and i want to go party. but whats everyone doing?
steffie is probably like sitting around making out with her boyfriend, or like watching tv with her mom.
steffie's sister, jenny, is cleaning her rat's cage.
and later i get to go hang out with steffie's grama and eat currywurst!
yyeeeaaahhhhh man. partay.
bored :..: munch a shroom :.
so guys. i'm in germany. and its quite cold as fuck. but my german is improving and its becoming easier to understand people when they talk fast. after speaking in german most of the day i start to think in german, which is so weird. i was at the pool hall/bar with some american english speaking friends, but i kept using german grammar and wanted to talk in german. its been bizarre. also drinking beer at like 3 in the afternoon in the middle of the mall... totally weird. but here, its totally normal. and of course no one cards anywhere.
so its 7 at night here, but like noon in new orleans and everyones at school. crazy to think about.
i miss new orleans. i miss warmness. i miss people that aren't like totally amazonian with blonde hair and lots of makeup. i miss black people and their bling bling and their weave. yesterday i was over at ariel's german's house and they were like WHAT IS BLING? and we're like =O! jewelry.
10 days. i can make it. maybe.
leaving for the airport in an hour.
=O
jubilant :..: munch a shroom :.
i'm really excited that there's all this voting going on. but i can't vote. it's such a downer. i think i'd feel absolutely thrilled and refreshed and joyous and yay if first thing i did was go out this morning and vote.
sigh.
oh well.
YAY!!
MY CAR WAS FOUND!!
YAY CAR!!
they didn't take much out of the car, either (except my 40 dollars, which they probably spent on crack. i hope it killed them, too.) they didn't take my jacket, my shirt, or my shoes. yay i have my shoes back! :D
wunderbar! :.AHHH MOTHERFUCKER FUCK FUCK SHIT DAMN AHHH
MY CAR JUST GOT STOLEN
AHHHH RAGE
infuriated :.There's this hurricane coming our way. I want to just sit through it and chill. We're still deciding if we want to evacuate or not. If we do decide to leave, we'll be leaving the house at three. That's less than three hours.
i don't want to go.
graaahh
tired :."And to everyone worried about the economy, I say stop being economic girly men!"
hehehehehe!!!
oh arnold, you're such a goofball.
.: munch a shroom :.
Look at my pretty flower!
Dinner table conversation in the Riggs family household:
Dad: you franklin kids are all... *makes a face and looks for a good adjective*
Mom: stoners :P
goofy :.I hate not having a car. I hate being at home. Hate hate hate. I could go out and do things, but it's just a bother. I forgot how lame as hell it is to not be social at all. I need some company, but feel too pathetic to ask anyone to hang out. I just feel like I'm such a shortcoming.
Fuck.
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