Irony

I would like to reiterate the situation i described in my last post so you all can see how ironic these past few days have been. 

Monday, My parents found my liquor -all 8 bottles. 

Tuesday, I was given the ultimatum to either quit my job or move out and buy my own car. 

I chose to move out and buy a car for the purpose of remaining financial secure for my move to colorado.

Wednesday, I was fired.

Thursday, Spa in the Valley Salon called me and asked me to come in for an interview monday. 

(I applied to the spa back in february)

As usual, what you see is not what you get with me. So I have not told my parents that i got fired, so that i can stay out past my new 1am curfew. While my parents thought I was working Thursday, my friends threw a party in honor of my unemployment. 

Tonight's agenda: Bachelor Party

Sorry For Partying, Mom & Dad

My dad wakes me up this morning "This is not a conversation I'm telling you and your listening. You have a 1am curfew. You will quit your job at the rec room next week. If you refuse to do this you will not live here. You can live somewhere else but you will not keep the car"

I accept the 1am curfew that is a valid and fair reaction to what they found. However, telling me I have to quit my job is unacceptable. I will not sacrifice my financial security for them. I am moving to colorado in less than two months and I cannot afford to quit my job. My friend Ashley (from the nine west bar post) has an apartment within walking distance from my work. She is talking to her mom tonight and more than likely I will be living there. The part I dislike most is that I have to buy a car. I don't want to have to spend that money but i don't really have a choice. The area I live in may be safe and country, but it's not far from the city with the nations largest crime rate. So tomorrow i am going to see a car in a sketchy area from sketchy people. Party on.

Unflasked!

My parents found my alcohol while I was at work. My UV cake, disarono, soco, and shmirinoff, are all gone. Fuck them. Are you kidding me. Not okay. 

My parents are not chill. Four years ago I lied to my parents about sleeping over a friends house so I could hang out with my other friends all night. And even though I'm twenty, and in college, they still don't let me sleep over people's houses. Yes I am still being punished doing something perfectly legal when I was sixteen!! 

My stance in my argument with them will be. . .  i am twenty. All my friends are twenty-one so whats the problem. I understand being angry that i have it in the house...i guess? I'm moving out in less than two months what can they say about this. If I want to spend my money on alcohol that I occasionally drink with my friends thats my choice. 

My grandmother was an alcoholic and so my mom's going to be all emotional. My dad will be an asshole about it no doubt. I'm betting the car will be some sort of bargaining tool or punishment. I've already hidden the keys. They didn't find my bottle of everclear thank god... then they'd be really freaked out lol.

I'm so mad a few days ago alls i had in there was shmirnoff and it would have been a lot easier to explain. 

I'll let you know how it goes.

Friend Or Foe

I'm at my friend's house party. My best friend is of course here too. We we all have that best friend.. the one that is sorta the mothering type. The friend that my parents love and I can always count on her to look out for me no matter what.
Anyhow, I have a few best friends. This best friend formentioned (Jenn), was like a sister to one of my other best friends, Chelsea. In the past year they have grown apart, fought, and now (in the past few weeks) have forgiven each other and become friends again. I am in my friends room blogging while others are party because A) Jenn and Jordan just ripped Chelsea a new one (though she is not present) and B) I'm really drunk.
Chelsea recently forgave Jenn for being a really really bad friend. Chelsea lives two hours away and so she's never here to hear Jenn amd Jordan bash her. Jenn had been crying every weekend since last August because she missed Chelsea being her friend. This is why I'm mad: She misses Chelsea, but she will bash her like only an enemy would at parties. I am so mad because Jenn is and should be greatful that Chelsea forgave her but she just called Chelsea a whore and volunteered information about Chelsea losing her virginity TO THE WHOLE PARTY. She just forgave you and this is how you act?! What kind of friend are you?!
When she's sober she's okay, but when she's drunk I hate her. I'm so glad I'm moving to Colorado. Between now and then I don't know how I feel about her as a "best friend" anymore.

A Change In The Status Quo

I was driving home from work tonight at 3am and my phone rang... strange. It was Katie... from colorado and she had some unpleasant news. Katie is my friend from CSU that I am supposed to be living with next semester, along with two other girls. This is what she said: The parents that own the house we are living in decided to go with the 3 person capacity rule or something. Basically they had been avoiding giving her a lease and sent her an email today telling her that since they have three people on the lease (including me) that they are no longer offering her a place in the house. WTF. 

Let me just explain how rediculous this is. They kicked katie out of the house. Katie and the two girls are in the same sorority at CSU. Katie is the only person I knew in this house. I don't know these two girls. I am moving across the country into a house with people i've never met nor have any contact with. They kicked out their sorority sister to let in a stranger? Bizarre.

My stomach is in knots. Living with katie was going to give me a strong tie to all my friends from december and before that and to the university. I'm going in blind. I feel so bad for her too, she is out on her ass. The only comfort I can find is the idea that everything happens for a reason and that it will all be okay. For some reason this was all supposed to happen. For some reason.

Take Me Out To The Ballgame

June 3rd

A couple of friends and I went to the ballgame. We all met at the lightrail to pregame with some creamsicles. From there we went to camden yards, some of the guys who were of age decided to hit up Pickles pub before the game. Before we got to the gate I got a text from one of them, the pub wasn't carding. We headed over. 

 

We were having so much fun at pickles we forgot about the game. Eventually around the 5th inning the girls headed into the ballpark. I parted ways with the guys and joined the girls around the 8th inning. I remember going through security, with my flask of Everclear well hidden but i never bought a ticket. Nobody, including me, knows how i got in to the game. I wish I could say we won on top of all that buttt we didn't lol We ended the night with a little after party and begun the morning with a big hangover. Let's go O's!

Update.

Lacy never came home.

Lacy

1995-2011

We are supposed to put my cat down today. 

 last week lacy looked the same and as good as she did ten years ago. you can tell by the picture below what a healthy, beautiful cat she was. A few days ago she came home not walking very well and stopped eating. It's strange, even though she can barely walk she disappears every day for a few hours deep into the woods. Part of me says that if she can still romp around in the woods its not her time. But when I see her barely able to walk and dragging her tail i know she no longer has the energy to live the life that a cat should. 

Lacy, less than 2 months ago

Lacy is my cat, we got her before I started kindergarten. She slept in my bed every night for thirteen years. She came from a farm so she's an indoor and outdoor car and she's extremely healthy, she's not fat or lazy. She doesn't bite or swipe or hiss. Lacy is the sweetest cat i have ever met, she's even good with grabby babies and toddlers. She's not all up in your face, she does her thing but enjoys attention. We have three pet's, lacy we got first, my dog we got two years later, and my bird a few years after that. Our animals have grown up with us. It's hard to say goodbye after 15 and a half years. We're losing a member of the family. 

Our appointment with the vet wis for 1:30. However, Lacy has disappeared into the woods like she does daily. So we have to cancel the appointment to put her to sleep since we can't find her. I think the fact that we can't find her is meant to be. She's been gone longer than usual. She may show up any minute. But it is my hope, that she does not show up, I hope that she leaves us naturally, on her own terms. It would feel so wrong for her to die on a metal table and to bring her body home and bury her. she has been such an amazing companion that she deserves to die peacefully on her own out in the woods.