indecisiveness

I have two parties that I am definitely going to on Saturday night... I'm just not quite sure how to pull it off. Fortunately they are only three miles apart. One party will be filled with cute boys. The other party will probably be filled with even MORE cute boys... but they are off limits. That's what I get for dating three of those punks in a two month period. Whatever. I'm done with cute boys, ugly boys... boys in general. My heart's just been bored lately.

In other news, I got back from a job interview not too long ago. It was for an architectural product distributor. Sounds pretty lame, but I think I would enjoy working there. They have only been around for about 6 years, so it's a relatively new company. New companies are fun to work for. You have a lot of say in how to get things done because they're still trying to figure out the most efficient way to do things. There's also a lot of room for growth. It was a very successful interview and I feel really good about it, but that apparently means nothing. I have become very confident in interviews and surprisingly have more experience than I realized, but I can't change the fact that I'm so young. Oh well. Who needs money, anyway? I pride myself in my ability to last almost two months without a paycheck. Funds are getting low, though, and rent is creepin' up. I'm sure I'll figure it out.

Oh, so, ya know how my toe got destroyed on St. Patrick's Day? Well, it somehow got worse. After limping around for a week, it felt pretty much healed. Of course, any gash can easily get infected when you climb around the green belt while drinking tequila all day. Yep. On Monday I spent the day climbing hills and treading through water practically barefoot. I stubbed my toe dozens of times. Tequila has a tendency to mask the pain. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but when I woke up on Dunny's couch Tuesday morning, my toe was oozing and throbbing with pain.

Oooozing.

I limped around all day and then trekked to Town Lake Tuesday night for a secret island show! We transported via canoe to an island on the lake and listened to some blue grass music. It was an awesome time and it made me truly appreciate this city, but a lot of dirt and open toed shoes were involved- making yesterday pretty painful. I was forced to keep my foot elevated at all times, which made walking quite difficult. Any time I so much as put my foot on the ground, intense pain would rush to my toe. It feels better today (at least good enough to allow me to wear heels to my interview), but the complete toe nail is falling off and there is ooziness everywhere.

It's really quite lovely.

so... much... pain...

Why did St. Patrick's Day have to be yesterday? I desperately needed to be productive today.

What began as a low key girl's night with Meg quickly turned into a booze filled night of havoc with all the boys. We went to see Gogol Bordello at Stubb's (which was a-MA-zing). There, I pretty much got destroyed. I made the mistake of moving up in the crowd as close to the stage as possible- while wearing heels. My feet got stomped on 17 million times. It took my big toe 15 minutes to finally stop bleeding. The medic wouldn't even give me a band-aid because it wasn't going to stay on, so we took matters into our own hands... [yes I was limping around downtown like that- it's quite pathetic.]

To kill the pain, I decided to get completely trashed. I'm pretty sure there was a bar. Pretty positive there were shots. I was told that we drove home in a cab and I vaguely remember breaking into the pool. Then I proceeded to walk home from Meg's without wearing shoes. Awesome.

So, hooray for being Irish. My feet hurt really, really bad.

sxsw

So much live music. So much free booze. So very little sleep.

What a week! I was drinking downtown yesterday from 4pm to 4am. Kind of ridiculous. We spent about 7 hours at the Pure Volume party, though. That means I was drinking an endless supply of free red bull and vodka for a good 7 hours. I got pretty wired. AND dehydrated, unfortunately, which explains why I'm home in bed right now and not having more SXSW fun like I had planned. I'm not used to drinking energy drinks in large doses! My bed ridden self has had a difficult time moving around today. Any time I would so much as shift my body position, my heart rate would sky rocket. I figured I should take it easy tonight and get ready for a REdiculous weekend.

Here are some pictures:



Time for water. And sleep.

egads!

The Clinton: Obama debate next week is in Austin. At UT. Down the fucking street.

Must. Get. Tickets.

Tacos and sangrias make Wednesday's perfect. So does Meaghan skipping class. And, um, quitting my job. Eh. Not having a job has certainly made life more entertaining. I have the pictures to prove it.

So, don't you love how crazy blonde hippie whore bitches always ruin everything? I sure do. At least in this case, her crazy blonde hippie whoreness might have been a huge help. Hmm.



This just in: The democratic debate ain't open to the public. :(

Must... sneak... in....

[just kidding]

I'm back! I swear to god... I go through blogs like boyfriends. Or jobs, in my case. I am on the verge of quitting my current one.

1. It's 30 miles away.
2. My ex-friend co-worker has decided to make my 40 hour work week as difficult as possible.
3. They decided to give me 17 MORE responsibilities without a raise involved.
4. I just plain hate it.

My boss really has ticked me off, though. He is making everyone else's lives easier by taking their tasks away and just piling them up on me. Kind of like sacrificing one for the good of many. UGH and my car got stolen last week, so that was fun. It's all been a lot to deal with. So why not just quit my job and deal with the stress of looking for a new one? Whyyy nottt.

I am craving a slurpee.

Oh.... and I don't write in here anymore. Have 17 million pictures to remember me by.



Or just check out the old lj.

Visine to the rescue.

There is a twenty dollar bill sitting on my dresser that will probably get lost. I hope that it does. I'd like to find it in the future. That's just a good day in the making.

Yesterday was the busiest day of my life. Worked from 8-6 straight. Stopped by my apartment to feed the cats and then drove directly to New Braunfels without even changing my clothes. In New Braunfels I caught up with family and saw my cousins who live all over the place! Virginia Beach, Arkansas.... even Alaska. When the family thing died down, I brought Hannah, Cory and Kensey with me to Starbucks where we met up with Jordan and Micah. Then bowling. Then an adventure at Landa Park. So soo fun. Pictures galore. Today was good, too. I saw a really old friend. It was nice. I got absolutely nothing done that I needed to, though, so it is time for me to drown my sorrows. I'm waitin' on a very lost Terisa and we're going to hit up a party. It sounds fun. At least it sounded fun on the phone. Hopefully my contacts don't fall out of my tired eyes.

:)

shuuues betchh

Reasons why I like working until 7 PM:
1] The overtime is wondrous.
2] The last two hours are spent discussing the strangest of subjects with coworkers.
3] I find out why people got fired last week.
4] My boss loves me even more than he already does.
5] I am promised pizza for lunch the next day. :)
6] My drive home is easy breezy.
7] I like, get stuff done.


Reasons why I don't like working 11 hour days?
1] My feet hurt. :(



What a great week this has been. I am SO glad I've grown up. The last two months have unfolded precisely the way I knew they would and I couldn't be more pleased. And oh yes...

dystopian dream girl.

Things are good. Considerably more confusing than they were just yesterday, but confusion keeps life interesting. My apartment is a complete wreck and it's depressing me. I would clean it if I didn't awaken from a 5 hour nap a little while ago. Cleaning would just seem like a waste of a perfectly good lazy Sunday.

Last night was fun x 17,000. Alex came to town. I had more margaritas than I can remember. I have also decided to go to ACL. I figure I could pinch every last penny for a couple months and have a possible blast in London. Or, I could leave the pennies unscathed and have a definite blast at ACL. If I had 2 grand lying around, I would go to Europe in a heartbeat... but if I manage to summon the self control it will take to save up almost an entire months paycheck, I'm not sure I'll have the courage to let it all go in a weekend. If you have a problem with my decision, you'll have to take it up with Andrew Bird.

I have too much to say these days. Too much to think about. Too much to write about. Too much to say. Having too much to say is always a good thing. Even if it's a bad thing.


One month exactly.
!!!!

Hooked.

The days have been going by so fast. I've sort of fallen into a routine. I hate routines. I don't necessarily hate my routine, but just the entire concept. Once you fall into a routine, you wake up 20 years later and realize you've been doing the exact same thing for 20 years. Or 40 or 60. It's so easy for me to say that I'll take care of things and figure out my future later, but procrastination is like a drug. It eases the mind at first, but after awhile you're hooked. I like my job now and I like my life now... I just don't want to ever wonder what could have been. Wondering what could have been is the definition of failure. If only there were more hours in a day.

Ramblings of a sleep deprived 20 year old closet workaholic. Nope. Closet partier. 20 and 11 months that is... :]

Austin was infested with bikers last week. I'm assuming they're gone now, simply because I haven't been stuck sitting next to them on 183 in a couple of days. I swear, sitting next to a pack of bikers almost equals the discomfort level of sitting next to a crippled homeless man. With a pitiful sign. Almost. Oh, I have two cats now. :] Just for the summer while a certain cat owner resides in London. They used to be best friends, but they kept me awake Sunday-Tuesday night with all the growling. They seem to be getting along now, though.

I'm in need of a nocturnal journey sometime soon. The last time I ventured, I ended up playing catch at 1 AM with a glow in the dark football. Quite entertaining, but no adventure.

Sometimes I wonder if this city is for me.



Sometimes I think I'm just an addict of change.