4/20

This weekend is going to be amazing. I’m so excited for Deja’s birthday! Tomorrow is going to be an amazing day. I don’t mean to sound like such a fucking girl but we both bought two perfect dresses and are getting jewelry for them tomorrow and I’m really excited. Plus, I know the party we’re throwing is going to be the shit. Lexi’s parties are always the best and it’s so awesome that we get to have one for Deja! I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time. I’m so happy it’s finally here.

COPS BETTER STAY AWAY FROM OUR DAMN PARTY.

I’m so fucking upset that I won’t be seeing of Montreal this year. This would have been the fifth year in a row. I’m getting too emotional over this shit.

QUESTION

So, one of my favorite of Montreal lines is “at least I author my own disaster” so I’m thinking about getting a tattoo that says ‘Disaster Author’.

Yes? No? Stupid?

This week is going to be awesome.

Besides my eight and a half hours of work tomorrow, of course. I get to go to downtown SLC with Deja on Thursday to take pictures, on Friday her and I are going to a party, and St. Patrick’s day is on Saturday so I’m getting drunk. It’s gonna be a good time.

03/11/2012

Things have been good. I have a job, great friends, and I may even be moving out soon. I can’t really complain, I’m enjoying life. The sooner I get out of this town the better, however. I am so sick of being so far away from everything. It seems that no matter where I go, it rural. I don’t belong in the middle of nowhere. My friend asked me to move into her house in Sugarhouse (right near downtown SLC) and I think I might do it. I need to get out of here and she needs me.

I’m still serious about the year off men thing. I’ve been quite flirtatious with a certain someone but I haven’t broken anything. I’m in no mood to be controlled or hurt right now, or ever again. I’ve been really good and this has been really good for me. It’s definitely helping me change for the better. It’s amazing how much you can grow without an incessant little boy dragging you down constantly.

As far as work goes, I’m just grateful to have a job. Answering phones all day isn’t the dream but, as a temporary thing, it works. I work with pretty cool people too. It’s not enough to money to live as lavishly as I used to but it’s enough to pay off my debts that I owe to some family. Luckily I’ll be done paying that off in a few months.

I have some exciting things coming up; party next Friday, going to see Edward Sharpe, going to see Young the Giant and Grouplove, Deja’s birthday party, new tattoos, going to see Foster the People. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to see of Montreal later in their tour too. It would kill me not to.

I really don’t like this feeling. I can’t describe it but I’ve felt it before, I’m not sure when.

Yes. Finally.

My apologies.

Sorry for the complete lack on tumbling this week. This new job is kicking my ass and when I get home all I want to do is sleep. My schedule consists of getting up 4am (Monday-Friday), leaving at 5:15, and work starts at 6. I take my lunch break at 10:30 and get a ten minute break before and a ten minute break after. When I finally get off, at 2:30pm, I come home, eat dinner, and go to bed around 7pm. Whatta life.

The most exciting thing I did during the week was go to Olive Garden with Kiefer, which was pretty awesome. I stayed out until 10:00 though which was too late for needing to get up at 4am, however. It was a little hard to get up in the morning but it was really fucking worth it. This week has been the longest week of my life.

There’s not really an adjective to describe my weekend, not a sufficient one. I had a good time with Deja on Friday night. We got high, went to a really dumb club and only stayed for five or ten minutes, and then went to coffee break where we talked about celebrities we’d fuck. Then we went to a party… Bad things happened… I don’t remember anything….

So, my week is starting over again. Monday through Friday, 6:00 in the fucking morning. Hopefully this week goes a lot smoother.

I found a job today.

Thank the lawd Jesus.

Instead of crawling into a hole and dying I think I’ll crawl into a hole, turn off my phone, and get on tumblr where all the sane people are.