so at least two people care that i was gone for a while. it's good to know someone out there cares ( clara and eponine ).
so anyways, my days were good bad and ugly. more bad and ugly then anything else. i just wish things would work out alright sometimes. it's like soon as one thing starts looking better for me a couple other things go wrong.
day 1:
the first day wasn't to bad, i gotten my schedule and found out that i would be working a lot in the next week so i decided to enjoy the evening with a little bit of drinking. me and a few friends stopped in at a party and mingled with the crowd. a good time was had by all i believe.
day 2:
this was my last day before my work binge would begin. but this day would goto be a recovery day. i usually don't get a hangover, but i think mixing drinks done me in for one that time. but it wasn't bad enough to puke or anything. so i spent the day bumming around the house and doing some writing and attempted to work on some storyboards.
day 3:
so the fun begins. a good ol' 6 am shift, and a 10 hour one at that. and who'd guessed my favorite ( most hated ) manager works the same shift. at work some of the people there call her scarecrow or skeletor because she pretty much looks like them. after that shift at work i decided it's time to catch up on some sleep so i went home and went back to sleep. after getting up towards the evening i hear about another party to goto and i debate on going, but i break down and go. this party went as well as the last until the girl i wanted to hangout with leaves and then the girl i don't want to hang out with comes over. from that point on i think my evening went downhill.
i think i'm going to break this review of the last 10-12 days down into a miniseries almost, so stay tuned for the exciting ( boring ) next episode of my life...
side note: i find myself beating myself up over something i seem i can never have. i should've made the effort ( trip ) when i had the chance. now i seem to pay for it.
-Dek
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so anyways, my days were good bad and ugly. more bad and ugly then anything else. i just wish things would work out alright sometimes. it's like soon as one thing starts looking better for me a couple other things go wrong.
day 1:
the first day wasn't to bad, i gotten my schedule and found out that i would be working a lot in the next week so i decided to enjoy the evening with a little bit of drinking. me and a few friends stopped in at a party and mingled with the crowd. a good time was had by all i believe.
day 2:
this was my last day before my work binge would begin. but this day would goto be a recovery day. i usually don't get a hangover, but i think mixing drinks done me in for one that time. but it wasn't bad enough to puke or anything. so i spent the day bumming around the house and doing some writing and attempted to work on some storyboards.
day 3:
so the fun begins. a good ol' 6 am shift, and a 10 hour one at that. and who'd guessed my favorite ( most hated ) manager works the same shift. at work some of the people there call her scarecrow or skeletor because she pretty much looks like them. after that shift at work i decided it's time to catch up on some sleep so i went home and went back to sleep. after getting up towards the evening i hear about another party to goto and i debate on going, but i break down and go. this party went as well as the last until the girl i wanted to hangout with leaves and then the girl i don't want to hang out with comes over. from that point on i think my evening went downhill.
i think i'm going to break this review of the last 10-12 days down into a miniseries almost, so stay tuned for the exciting ( boring ) next episode of my life...
side note: i find myself beating myself up over something i seem i can never have. i should've made the effort ( trip ) when i had the chance. now i seem to pay for it.
-Dek
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i'm going to be in your end of the country. we should have pizza or a poptart or something.
well aren't you cute.