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Hey all! Don't mind me, I just feel like babbling.
First off, my sister is nine weeks now, and her due date is August 24th. That's seven months away, and the wait is driving me crazy! I am SO excited that I've been an unbearable pain in the ass since I've found out. Note to my Aunt Denise: quit giving her shit about her diet. She eats alot of fruits and vegetables as it is. If she wants a burger she can have a god damn burger. We both know you don't want me flying down there. Our 'talk' will be very unpleasant if I do.
Secondly, I don't know what it is about Denver that's making me a budding alcoholic. Maybe it's because my friends and I all got stationed in the same apartment complex, but just about every night we hit some bar and get Messed Up. I went from having maybe four or five drinks a year to that many in an hour. I've been here for nine weeks now, and so far I've spent only two weekends sober. Two! I don't hold out much hope for me. This morning I started my day out with a glass of cherry coke and Sailor Jerry's Spiced Rum. Some nurse I am, getting up at 8 in the morning and going for that instead of coffee or juice. I'll just say it's for medicinal purposes. Actually, that ain't too far from the truth.
I don't know what my best friend is doing with the house. Actually, I don't give a shit anymore. If she sells it or rents it, fine. If she sets it on fire and burns it down, fine. You know, I'm going to talk about that real quick.
When I make friends, the few I have I know we'll be friends for the rest of my life. We may not speak often, but if they ever called me up and asked for something, I'd do my damn best to make sure they'd get it. My best friend and I were beyond that. It got to the point where we didn't even speak anymore. One look in her eyes was a whole conversation between us. Words weren't needed. I guess I'm just frustrated now because our relationship has changed so drastically, and not for the better. We hardly talk and when we do, I catch myself putting her down. I don't want to do that. I just can't understand how she feels. I've loved people that I've met, and do love people that I meet. I've just never been IN love with someone. I can't imagine being willing to do anything for someone that wasn't a family member or a dear, dear friend. It bites that she is turning herself inside out for this guy, but yet I don't see the same determination from him. There IS such a thing as 'not enough love.' He doesn't love her enough to do what he should do. And I don't know if maybe she's so blinded by her feelings, or that she wants this so bad, that she's forcing this. Their relationship can't work. It just can't! I don't know how else to tell her besides just telling her so. But that didn't work. *shrugs*
Thirdly, I went to my boss's house last Saturday for a party. (I adore my boss. He's fuckin' awesome.) During the party, some punks went down the line and went into all of the unlocked cars, which was basically everyone there. That wasn't the funny part though...
They were the worst thieves on the planet, I swear to God!
One coworker lost, like, five dollars in change that she had in the console. Mine was the worst I think. They stole my iPod... which was broken.
Let me make a list of shit I had in my car:
- a pair of $200 sunglasses, which weren't stolen
- a GPS of $600 value, which wasn't stolen
- thirty CD's in the back seat, and I'm not missing ONE
- a $30 metal and wooden butterfly knife, which wasn't stolen
- two car chargers, which were right where I left them
- a pair of New Balance shoes, which were $100, and not stolen
- my iPod stand, which I use to play my iPod in the car, which cost me over $100, which wasn't stolen
- the headphones to my iPod, and my iPod charger, which weren't stolen
- $2.46 in change, which wasn't stolen
- they found my chap stick for me, valued at 99 cents
- an lime green iPod where the click wheel, the center, and the screen didn't work, STOLEN
The only thing that really pissed me off was that they made a mess. I got in the car and all of my shit from my console and glove compartment was scattered all over the floor. Typically, I am a very neat and orderly person. I don't like stuff scattered everywhere, especially on the floor where my snow-covered and gooseshit-covered feet were. Makes me crabby.
I had a good time at the party though. It's where I met Sailor Jerry.
Well, that's all I can remember right now. Time for lunch!