As of the signing this morning, my 6 friends and I, yes thats 7 girls all together, will be living in a house just off campus known as “Paid Vacation.” I will get my very own room! And all that good stuff. This is very exciting, especially with the ordeal that we went through to get the house.

It all began the first weekend back to school. We hadn’t even started classes yet and we were out, knocking on people’s doors, asking to see their houses. We had two weeks to find one we liked, talk to the house owners, and get the lease signed.

The house we absolutely fell in love with was named Endzone, it was HUGE, brand new remodeling, three floors, three kitchens, 8 rooms. yeah – it was awesome. But it was also over 3k a semester to rent. That is really freaking expensive.

So we kept looking around.

And we talked to the renting company.

And we bugged them some more.

Until finally they essentially promised us a house. They gave us a list, sent us out to look at all their houses, and we got to pick the ones we wanted. Then they told us we would have to wait, they would let us know who was re-signing and who was passing their house down, and things like that.

So it was the night before we were supposed to find out. And one of the girls calls – she decided not to live with us. That put us in a really bad position. We needed to find one more person to live with us to get the house we wanted!

So we set out on a quest….at 10pm the night before. Lucky for us, 3 sorority girls we sort of knew were looking for a place to live. We had them join our group.

The next morning we get a call, we were getting Paid Vacation which had a small second house attached to it for 3 people. Perfect! It worked out really well. 7 in the main house, 3 in the small once.

We got up this morning at 8am. Signed the papers, paid our deposits, and now we are all set for next year.

I feel kinda nervous, its like graduating from dorms! But it will be a great learning experience, and it will be awesome to live with my friends.

Wish me luck haha

So I had this gift card to a salon/spa and I thought it would be fun to do something different, something for summer. Since I had already gotten my hair cut, I went for a procedure brand new to me — hair removal. Sure, like most girls, I’ve had my eyebrows waxed, which reminds me, I need to do that…. But anyway, I opted for: The Brazilian Bikini Wax.

So I made the appointment, and lets just say, calling that in is half the battle. I got some guy named Chris and I had to say to him “yes I’d like all my pubes ripped out” except not like that, I was must more professional, I said please.

The day I went in for the appointment, I went to check in and I of course went to the wrong desk. I didn’t know the “hair desk” didn’t mean hair removal. The girl, instead of understanding what I was saying, kept trying to set me up to have extensions removed. Then when the manager finally came over and explained to her that she was retarded, I was sent to the correct desk and checked in.

I took a seat and waited to be fetched. That took a good twenty minutes which just got my nerves going. I mean, I had no idea what I would say to this woman, or what she would say to me.

Then she came and got me. She took me to a room, had me undress the bottom and lay under a towel. She asked if I was ready, I just laughed uneasily. Then she asked if I wanted her to leave any. I was so close to asking if she could do stars, but i decided against it.

And then… the first rip. There was no warning, no count, no “okay here goes.” No, she just RIPPED it out. I was not ready.
But she made me feel plenty comfortable, both of us just kept talking and talking, about random things. She told me about past clients, I made jokes. I told her they should provide complementary ball and gags for the screamers. She seemed to find this funny…as she RIPPED my pubes out.

She says it makes for great therapy. I bet, causing other people pain always makes me feel better…heh. But then she asked if I wanted my tushie waxed. Heck why not. That was actually the least painful part.

Let me tell you, that shit HURTS. But I was good, I didn’t scream or cry! But that ride home in the car was tear-worthy. 90 degrees out, and a throbbing pubic region, I was not happy. I went home and put a bag of frozen peas on my crotch.

But while it was painful, John seemed to very much appreciate it. hehe

Everyone warned me about getting into the food industry. I was told that people would be awful, that I would fun into some of the most despicable people, but they forgot to mention the truly incredible people you meet in the process.

I’m still new at the whole waitressing thing, so I do tend to make a few mistakes here and there, but this past week, I have met two people that were just awesome. I don’t know if it was because I was a good server or if they are just genuinely nice people, but regardless, they definitely renewed my faith in humanity.

The first woman was an older woman that came in alone. I sat her down in my section, then a child near by started screaming. I offered to move her to another more quieter section, so I had to make a very conscious effort not to forget she was there since she wouldn’t be in the section that I was assigned to. She was very friendly  and fun to talk to. She ordered a burger and an ice tea which came to about $10. She ended up paying with a $50, and I was a little put out because it meant I had to make a lot of change. I had to get change from my manager, and this is where I made the mistake. My manager gave me change for the $50, but I had thought she gave me the change for the check so I just stuck the change back in the slip and gave it to the women to realize later that I had given back the women the whole $50 only in more bills. She had left a $3 tip, which mean that because of my mistake, she got her meal for free and I would end up having to pay $7 for her meal out of my tips that day. I accepted my mistake and went on with the day.

A few days later, I came in to work and my manager approached me saying he had something for me. He handed me an envelope with a card in it containing the recite and $10 i had mistakenly returned to the woman. In the card, the woman wrote that she had originally just put the money back in her wallet, but when she checked the next morning, she realized I had made a mistake and didn’t want me to have to pay for it. She returned the money.

I was absolutely dumbfounded. I don’t think I would even do that, her honesty was incredible. I was so impressed. She had left her address on the card so I wrote her a thank you note and I plan on buying her an ice cream if she ever comes in again.

The second incredible person I encountered was a woman I met today. She was sitting at the counter with two little girls and I noticed her once, but I was busy running around, I assumed someone else would take care of it. Of course, everyone else assumed the same thing. When I walked by again, she was still sitting there, so I asked if she had been helped. She had not, and said that she was about to ask if someone would help her. Of course I took her order right away and got it to her ask fast as possible, it was just ice cream. I did not expect any tip because she had been ignored for so long, but I felt bad so I made their ice cream with a little extra care and as fast as possible. Her check only came to $11.
They ate at the counter and I handed them their check, then went back to running around for all my tables. I didn’t make it back in time to take her money so my manager took care of it for me, but before leaving the woman sought me out and handed me some money and a note. It read as follows:

“Thank you for your nice and friendly service. I have to work hard for my money too, so I hope my tip reflects my appreciation for your customer service.”

She left me a $9 tip. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t really done anything except acknowledged her and took her order, but she seemed to know I was rushing around. Her generosity was greatly appreciated, and caused quite a ruckus among the other servers who had passed her by.

These two women were amazing people, and made me feel really good about the people in the world. I have had dozens of nice customers as well, but these women have gone beyond. It doesn’t seem like a lot to do, but it has actually caused a change in me. Even with the people that walk out on checks or don’t leave tips, or are just plane frustrating to wait on, I can keep being nice and keep going back to work because I know that there are the good people still out there.

I definitely plan to pay these acts of generosity and kindness forward.

And I encourage everyone on their next trip to a restaurant, if you have good service with a smile that made you enjoy your meal just a little bit more, leave a good tip and a nice note. It can really turn a person’s day around. And be honest, there is no doubt in my mind that you will be rewarded for it.

I’m stuck. Stupidly stuck.

I need to not be rebounding with an ex boyfriend from two years ago, and I need to stop missing my most recent ex boyfriend.

I need to get back to school and distract myself. Pre-law and Pre-med.

I’m going to go watch tv online until I pass out asleep. *whimper*

My progression of emotions throughout this breakup so far.
Day one: sad, tired, unable to talk to other people about it, just wadecd to cry, and eventually numb because I distanced myself from people and just tried not to feel.

Day two: woke up and for a moment i was happy before i realized what happened and then sadness. For most the day. Crying was common at times of severe loneliness typically while driving. Missed him, talked to him, felt like I should get over it and be friendly. Was friendly, he thought all was okay. hah, fooled him.
Day three: started to get a little better, friend called me, took me out, but then I started to remember things, find things all over my house that give me flashbacks, etc.

Day four: Getting pissed off because he decided it was what he wanted, then still managed to sleep with me one last time before ending it. Wait, really pissed off.

Day five: confused, without a purpose, lost. I just don’t know what to do with myself…..

I want to be happy. But I don’t want him to be…but that’s just a normal feeling. I don’t know how to feel. I don’t know what to do to keep myself busy.

It just hurts, but at the same time I feel nothing. Numb, but in pain. God I need to be at school to distract myself.

It’s funny who I end up running back to for comfort when I’m feeling sad. I of course talked to all my friends, and they helped, but oddly enough I found the most contentment when talking to my Ex boyfriend Blake. From like, two years ago haha

Maybe it was the comment about the fact that I’m not cursed and that who knows, he might end up in ohio eventually. Not that I want him back, not something on my mind at all, but it feels pretty good to know that he might still have a thing for me.

Then of course he invites me to come and stay with him while his parents are away. And damn is it tempting. He lives on a beauuutiful lake and has a boat, and his house is incredible. Though I’m not sure it would be worth the 5 hour flight – oy.

At least the thought was there.
On the bright side, it does show that I can stay friends with ex boyfriends. There is still hope!

so as I mentioned before, I was in the middle of a break up with John. I was miserable, crying constantly, numb, etc. etc. all the typical breakup stuff.

I’m actually thinking about some kind of guide book to the female breakup. There seem to be a long of things that I feel like all women go through and things all women feel. I’ve been through three different kinds of break ups now, I have a decent understanding. Not fully, but give me a few years.

Anyway, back to my point. So tonight after my friend took me out to dinner, my first meal in two days, I sat online and stared at my aim. John was on and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. I would check his facebook constantly, my facebook constantly, you know, just for any sympathy.

I just never knew if it was okay to talk to him or create some space.

We broke up because me being far away at school caused a significant strain that neither one of us could handle anymore, and also because well, the initial spark to our relationship was gone, we had really just become best friends. It was a different kind of love.

But the sex was still awesome.

Then I noticed a window pop up. It was John, he just wanted to say hi.

I stared a few minutes, not knowing what to do. Eventually I simply replied  “hi”.

We talked about things, it was stiff conversation. I was still hurt, he was worried about me, it was a hard time to talk. Eventually I started sharing how I felt, and I got upset. It went on like this for an hour.

Eventually though, something snapped. I just realized that I have half a summer left, it wasn’t worth being absolutely miserable like I was, and it was not worth losing my best friend over.

I can accept that things will be different. It’s hard, but I can accept it. I don’t want to, but I guess I’ll have to.

I love him, I really do. Maybe not in the right way right now. But things felt so right. I guess I can’t help but wonder if it just needs a few years, maybe the spark just took a vacation. Who knows, I don’t even know how that stuff works really.

For now though, I have my best friend back.

and as I write this post, I’m sharing my very tiny twin bed with both my dog and my cat since my mom is out of town. And they have taken over. I have very little space. lol I hope they don’t kick/bite/ or scratch!

So today my wireless just magically came back. I’m not sure how long it will last, so I’ll try to make up for my absence while I can!

But sadly that is the only happy thing that has happened to me today.

This morning my boy friend of a year and a half and I broke up. Details later maybe. It’s still really painful.

Unfortunately when I’m sad I don’t eat, but crying gave me a nasty headache, so I took some advil. Well apparently its bad to take them on an empty stomach. I wasn’t sure if I was sick with sadness, hungry, or really about to get sick.

Otherwise I have nothing to report.

Now I want lots of hours at work, but they wont schedule me! But now, Evil friendly’s will only schedule me 3 days a week. Most frustrating.

ummmm….yes, otherwise its been a boring summer.

Been sober for two months now though! haha, that will change when I get back to school. I can’t wait for that now. I might actually have some fascinating stories then. As for now, sorry, I’m just hella boring.

but hopefully I’m back!! here’s hoping my wireless doesn’t die again

I have returned! After a rough finals week, and even rougher move out day, and a much needed week of re-coop, I am back. To start things off, I’ll give you the rundown.

Final grades – A, A-, A-, A-, B+, B

Not bad, Should have been one more A, but i only got an 82 on the exam in the class I had an 89.8 in and ended up with an 89.1 final grade. I was NOT pleased.

As for move out day….Well, that morning I woke up and had no idea how I got into bed. Yes, I got absolutely shit faced, went to a bar and remember nothing more. I was with two friends, but they left early because one of them had to be carried home. I was left there…black out drunk and alone….GAH! Apparently a random fellow walked me home, thank goodness, then my friend met me as soon as I got in the dorm and took me upstairs. She tells me I was acting insane. Again, Blacked out. I remember nothing.

I was up at 7am puking my guts out and couldn’t sleep. It was horrible. Though, I was just glad I woke up alone. Fucking vodka… But yeah, so I puked until probably 5pm. My other friend was in my room with me, the one who had to be carried home, and we shared a trashcan. The worst part of all of this was my father was there to pick me up and help me move out of the dorms that day. So he got to watch me puke all day long. He would take things out to the car and come back only to find me laying on the floor miserable. Not my greatest moment, and he hasn’t let me forget it.

I’ve been sober since, and have NO desire to drink for a very long time.

Well after a 9 hour drive home, I got to go shopping, get a haircut, get pretty nails, etc. Do all those fun girly things I never got to do at school. I also saw Iron Man — great movie, I highly recommend it.

I got to cuddle with my favorite! That made me happy. He’s at the beach now, I miss him already! and it’s only for a few days. Guess I got spoiled.

In other news–>

I’m getting glasses, well, sort of. I got my eyes checked out, just a usual checkup, and the doc said I have great eyes, beautiful blue and powerful! But apparently they work too hard when focusing up close which results in me zoning out while I read because my eyes get tired. So heck, insurance pays for it, so we got some for me! I’m excited because I love reading and anything that will make it easier and faster is perfect. I’ll get a picture up when I get them.

Also, my employment status. I have always worked at my TKD school where I got a black belt and all. It’s just always been how things work. But with the economy down the drain like it is, my boss doesn’t have enough spots avaliable for the returning college students! So I had to like….get a real job.

This has been unfortunate because I am really late in applying for a summer job. Luckily my school got out kinda early so I had a little jump start. I put apps in at a few restaurants and a salon, but I don’t have any serving experience, so most the really nice places would only hire me as hostess and for only a few shifts a week — not working for me.

I applied at Damons, and the guy said I had a great personality! Yay! But yeah, only hostess and very few shifts. I understood, he was really nice

But I turned an application in to Friendly’s, a little diner/ice cream place and I guess they were desperate for help because they pretty much hired me on the spot. I go for my ‘orientation’ on Tuesday. I hope that means they are pretty much hiring me. I don’t know, this is the only place that would hire me with no experience.

So now I’m going to be a server, eek! A real job! With customers who don’t respect you and taxes… I’m really nervous. I went online and printed out their menu so I could start studying it. My mom laughed at me. I think she knows what I’m in for. I don’t know how much I’ll be making yet, I hope I find out soon. It’s kinda important.

So I have a feeling I’m going to be having fun stories about shitty people to put here. what fun, what fun!

Hope everyone’s summer is starting out warm and sunny!

To continue to dish on my awkward family, I am including a follow up segment about my father.

Our relationship is always very stressed when we are together because we are so alike. We have “the gene” which refers to his side of the family where everyone is stubborn, mean, hates life, and a huge pessimist. Well, that’s what we say at least. It’s a curse. We are all also destined to lose our first loves. So far, it’s proven all true.

But the thing about my dad is that he really is an incredible person. Despite how grumpy he always seems to be when he gets home from work or how much he yells when he doesn’t even mean to, he is the most amazing person I’ve ever met.

When he was 19, he moved from the east coast to Colorado on a whim. He decided to later to go to college and paid his own way through college and grad school. He managed to graduate 3rd in his class. He used to joke that everyone was so much younger than him that to go out on weekends, he would have to grab a beer with his professors. They were the only people that were old enough to drink with him.

He applied for a job with the government, and when they never called him back he called them and asked for a reply. The guy on the phone freaked out and immediately gave him the job. He’s been worked there ever since.

From day one he and my mom have been saving for my brother and my college. There was never going to be a choice in the matter, we were going.

My dad hates his job and can’t wait to retire. All he wants to do is take pictures. He’s also an amazing photographer.

But he has been putting off retiring because I picked a school that is extremely expensive. 40k a year. But he wanted me to have the best. He pays for everything because he doesn’t want me to have to work while in school, he wants me to focus on my studies.

And now, he is spending his own retirment money on my brother’s private high school tuition. 10k a year.

So for education, my dad is spending 50k a year. Yeah, it’s that important to my family. But he has been planning for this, and going to a job he hates every day for almost 30 years so he can do this for us.

Not to mention how hard he has pushed us. Every day he asks for grade updates and making us do homework. He pushed me to tears thousands of times during my grade school years, but he gave me a work ethic because of it. Not to mention, I’m too afraid of him to get bad grades now haha

But that’s why he is awesome. Now let me go into why he can be hella awkward.

First off, like I mentioned before, he doesn’t want me or my brother to be surprised by anything. So he was the one that gave me my first lesson about drinking.

We were watching the famed college movie “Animal House” on tv and my dad used this as an opportunity to teach me. He grabbed one of the “fuffy” drinks my mom likes to drink and poured me a small cup.

“Drink it,” he said. I was surprised, but I did. He poured another cup. Then, he went over to the cupboard and pulled out a bottle I didn’t recognize. I didn’t even realize that we had a liquor cabinet. He showed me the bottle. “This is everclear.” He poured a bit into the cup. “This just increased the amount of alcohol in that drink.” he told me how much, but it was a long time ago, I don’t remember. I just remember drinking the drink, tasting no difference, but being really surprised how much alcohol was in there.

He then described to me “the college party”. The one thing I remember him telling me was: “Rule #1: You never have catching up to do.”

I don’t remember the rest of what happened that night, but I felt so close to my dad, glad that he taught me something I was probably never going to learn from someone else. He also gave me to solid advice: “If you’re going to drink, drink. If you’re going to do drugs, do drugs. Just don’t do both.”
My father also gives me the best dating advice. He gives me insight into things that my mom can’t and makes me feel better about the things I do. I complain to my mom, but I get advice from my dad.

Of course, he can be incredibly awkward too.

We were on vacation once, and we were at the Olive Garden. I wanted to go home because I was sick of being away from John. My dad made the comment “You just want to get home because you need to get serviced.” My mouth fell open and my eyes got wide. I couldn’t believe he said that. Granted, it was totally true. But STILL!

And on this same vacation, we hung out in bars a lot playing pool. To distract us, my dad would throw in some pelvic thrusts. We always missed those shots.

The man is incredible, the man is hilarious. He is a great dad. I could talk for hours about him. But I’m sure everyone’s bored of hearing about it now.

<3 love my family