Oh. My. God. I'm gonna give you guys a warning, this is gonna be a highly explicit post. You cannot believe how mad I am right now. If there is one thing I hate the most, it's confrontation. For some reason, I cannot handle confrontation, which is why I made this. It's kinda where I vent and let things out. Well, get ready for a motherfucking explosion.
So, I got to work tonight. It's a friday night, so I'll be delivering food and working the desk. Mostly working the desk because our snack bad hasn't been busy at all lately. The desk doesn't usually make tips. Some people put down a tip if they pay with a credit card, but it doesn't really happen. For some reason, the open bowlers were tipping tonight. We had quite a few desk tips. The managers can't take tips, so I usually get them. I'm, like, pumped because I never make tips cause most of the time I'm behind the desk, and like I said, the desk ususally doesn't make tips. When you have a tip on a credit card, you have to tip-edit it, and take the cash out of the drawer. We are slammed, like hour and a half wait slammed. So all of the tips the desk was making, were being put to the side so that I could do them when we were slow.
About half way through our busy spell, I hear a lane server talking about how she wasn't making any tips and how it was a bad night and blah blah blah. One of the shift leaders was like "oh, we have plenty of tips at the desk." The lane server was like "Can I have them?" Hell fucking no, you cannot have them. Those are my tips. Like, pipe the fuck down. The shift leader was like "You'll have to split them with Hayley." HELL NO. THESE ARE MY DAMN TIPS. So I keep working, going through the rush. Towards the end of the rush, I go to get something to drink. I come back, and the tip-edits are done. I got a third of the desk tips. ONE THIRD.
Like, what the fuck man. I worked my ass off for those desk tips. I rang people in, put people on lanes, gave people shoes, answered the phone, answered the phone that calls down to the lanes, put up bumpers, put down bumpers, cleaned up spills, got balls that were stuck, put on music, and helped people put in their names. Some of those things at one time. AND I GOT ONE THIRD OF THE FUCKING DESK TIPS?!
The snack bar got one third of the tips. This is understandable. They do a lot of stuff for us. They did pizza bowls and fun packs and all that stuff. They deserved the one third. The last third of the desk tips went to that lane server. THE DESK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE DAMN BAR. Lane servers make their own damn tips. She did shit. She didn't even deliver food or anything. This bitch gets a third of my tips because she had a "bad night." Like how the fuck do we know if she even had a shitty night?! She could have had $100 in her pocket and we would have no damn clue. None.
I was pissed. I went behind the snack bar for something and one of the people working it tonight was like, "What's wrong?" So I explained the situation and he was like, "What the fuck? That's not fair." No kidding. I was sosososososo mad. If she even said something to me about her night at that point, I would have roundhouse kicked her in the face. Or kicked her in the shin or something. I was piiiiissssssed. I'm still pissed. guregjwrkrejfbcjljgvdrjkns. Fuck. Well, that's the end of my story. Have a fan-fucking-tastic night.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Things That Are Annoying
Hello friends. I'm going to tell you some very annoying things in the following sentences. Maybe it's just me, but these are things that have annoyed me lately. Maybe you guys think they're annoying too. Here we go!
#1- When you make plans and work calls you in.
Okay, this has happened to me, like, three times in a row. The people I work for just don't know how to schedule properly. Yesterday, I wasn't even supposed to work. I was going to have a girl's night with my friends and then one of my managers asked me if I could work because someone was by themselves. When people are by themselves, I feel bad saying no. Not only did they call me in on one of my days off, but they called me in early too. Just for the record, I didn't need to go in early. I did, like, nothing all night.
#2- When someone doesn't text you back
I swear people just have fun ignoring me. It's probably a club or something. Like sorry I annoyed you with my friendship, but I didn't text you to exercise my fingers. I want a damn reply. This gets really annoying if I'm texting someone who is a fellow iPhone holder and they have their read receipt on. Like, I can see that you read my message and are not responding. We were in the middle of a perfectly good conversation and then you read my message and don't respond. K, cool. (For anyone out there who doesn't know how I text, when I break out the "k." I'm like beyond mad. I am not illiterate, just pissed off beyond belief.)
#3- When someone doesn't talk to you all day, but then decides to text you in the wee hours of the morning.
Granted it being vacation and all, If you text me at like 2 or even 3 sometimes I may answer you. If you text me at like 4 or 5 in the morning, expecting a response, it's not gonna happen. I'm sleeping. There may be that one instance when I get up to pee and see your message and respond, but I'm going back to bed after that. If you text me like super early in the morning and are surprised when I'm not responding, take a second to ask yourself, "Is she sleeping?" cause the answer is yes, yes I am. OR there's the combination of #2 and #3. When my friends text me super early in the morning and wake me up from my slumber. Then, I text back cause now I'm awake. They read it, AND DON'T TEXT M E BACK. Why would you text me, and wake me up, and then not answer me?! THAT, my friends, is really really annoying.
#4- When you care about someone more than they care about you.
This isn't really annoying, but it's heartbreaking. Especially when you know that you care about them more than they care about you and you can't help but still care about them so so so much. That's really the part that sucks. It's like there's nothing you can do about it.
But that's all I can think of right now. If I think of anymore, I will let you know. Bye friends!
#1- When you make plans and work calls you in.
Okay, this has happened to me, like, three times in a row. The people I work for just don't know how to schedule properly. Yesterday, I wasn't even supposed to work. I was going to have a girl's night with my friends and then one of my managers asked me if I could work because someone was by themselves. When people are by themselves, I feel bad saying no. Not only did they call me in on one of my days off, but they called me in early too. Just for the record, I didn't need to go in early. I did, like, nothing all night.
#2- When someone doesn't text you back
I swear people just have fun ignoring me. It's probably a club or something. Like sorry I annoyed you with my friendship, but I didn't text you to exercise my fingers. I want a damn reply. This gets really annoying if I'm texting someone who is a fellow iPhone holder and they have their read receipt on. Like, I can see that you read my message and are not responding. We were in the middle of a perfectly good conversation and then you read my message and don't respond. K, cool. (For anyone out there who doesn't know how I text, when I break out the "k." I'm like beyond mad. I am not illiterate, just pissed off beyond belief.)
#3- When someone doesn't talk to you all day, but then decides to text you in the wee hours of the morning.
Granted it being vacation and all, If you text me at like 2 or even 3 sometimes I may answer you. If you text me at like 4 or 5 in the morning, expecting a response, it's not gonna happen. I'm sleeping. There may be that one instance when I get up to pee and see your message and respond, but I'm going back to bed after that. If you text me like super early in the morning and are surprised when I'm not responding, take a second to ask yourself, "Is she sleeping?" cause the answer is yes, yes I am. OR there's the combination of #2 and #3. When my friends text me super early in the morning and wake me up from my slumber. Then, I text back cause now I'm awake. They read it, AND DON'T TEXT M E BACK. Why would you text me, and wake me up, and then not answer me?! THAT, my friends, is really really annoying.
#4- When you care about someone more than they care about you.
This isn't really annoying, but it's heartbreaking. Especially when you know that you care about them more than they care about you and you can't help but still care about them so so so much. That's really the part that sucks. It's like there's nothing you can do about it.
But that's all I can think of right now. If I think of anymore, I will let you know. Bye friends!
Friday, February 15, 2013
Looking Pretty Makes Your Day Pretty!
Hi guys! Today's post is gonna be something a little different. It's gonna be like a motto/life lessen mix. Kinda. Maybe it's not like that at all and I'm just bad at explaining things. There's a good possibility that that is the answer.
Anyways, this is my motto. What I like to think and/or live my life by. A theory of mine, if you will. If you look pretty and/or feel pretty, you will have a good day. Even if you think that something bad is going to happen, I feel like looking pretty lessens the crap-load dropped on you throughout the day. Now I understand that there are just those days where you feel like looking like a complete bum, and I am in no way saying that you should not have those days. I get it, sometimes you just need 'em. But, I just feel like looking nice and trying to look nice will just brighten your mood. Like if somebody tells you something crappy, you can just say to yourself, "Hey, at least I look nice." If all else fails, you look pretty, nice, fantastic, all of the above.
I have evidence of my own that kind of proves this too.
Example #1: On Thursday (Valentine's Day) I decided I should at least attempt to look nice since it's a holiday and all. Thursday turned out to be a pretty great day. Trust me, Valentine's Day usually isn't my thing since I've never really had anyone to celebrate with other than my family. And I still didn't this year, but it was a great day.
Example #2: Today (Friday) was an early release. On early release days, everyone at school tends to wear sweatpants cause after school they're usually going back to bed. Well today, I wanted to look nice. I just felt like it. I straightened my hair, had on a really cute outfit, did my make-up all nice, the works. Well, I got a 13/15 on my AP bio quiz (like the hardest quiz all year), got a free 100% on my history quiz, did like nothing in school all day, and have been in a fantastic mood all day long. Then I had work tonight. I felt like keeping the trend going. So instead of keeping my hair in a boring, straight old ponytail, I curled my ponytail. I feel like curly hair looks nicer on me for some reason. I stuck a headband on, kept in my favorite leaf earrings, and reapplied mascara to make my lashes pop. My night and my mood were great.
One thought I have about this is when you look nice, more people give you compliments. Compliments make everyone feel good about themselves. This lifts your mood, which makes your day better. I like to think my theory/motto/life lessen is completely accurate, and that this is one of my genius moments. Plus, the use of the words theory and evidence makes me feel smart and scientific ;) Well, I think that's it. I hope I have thrust my knowledge upon you(: have a pretty day!
Anyways, this is my motto. What I like to think and/or live my life by. A theory of mine, if you will. If you look pretty and/or feel pretty, you will have a good day. Even if you think that something bad is going to happen, I feel like looking pretty lessens the crap-load dropped on you throughout the day. Now I understand that there are just those days where you feel like looking like a complete bum, and I am in no way saying that you should not have those days. I get it, sometimes you just need 'em. But, I just feel like looking nice and trying to look nice will just brighten your mood. Like if somebody tells you something crappy, you can just say to yourself, "Hey, at least I look nice." If all else fails, you look pretty, nice, fantastic, all of the above.
I have evidence of my own that kind of proves this too.
Example #1: On Thursday (Valentine's Day) I decided I should at least attempt to look nice since it's a holiday and all. Thursday turned out to be a pretty great day. Trust me, Valentine's Day usually isn't my thing since I've never really had anyone to celebrate with other than my family. And I still didn't this year, but it was a great day.
Example #2: Today (Friday) was an early release. On early release days, everyone at school tends to wear sweatpants cause after school they're usually going back to bed. Well today, I wanted to look nice. I just felt like it. I straightened my hair, had on a really cute outfit, did my make-up all nice, the works. Well, I got a 13/15 on my AP bio quiz (like the hardest quiz all year), got a free 100% on my history quiz, did like nothing in school all day, and have been in a fantastic mood all day long. Then I had work tonight. I felt like keeping the trend going. So instead of keeping my hair in a boring, straight old ponytail, I curled my ponytail. I feel like curly hair looks nicer on me for some reason. I stuck a headband on, kept in my favorite leaf earrings, and reapplied mascara to make my lashes pop. My night and my mood were great.
One thought I have about this is when you look nice, more people give you compliments. Compliments make everyone feel good about themselves. This lifts your mood, which makes your day better. I like to think my theory/motto/life lessen is completely accurate, and that this is one of my genius moments. Plus, the use of the words theory and evidence makes me feel smart and scientific ;) Well, I think that's it. I hope I have thrust my knowledge upon you(: have a pretty day!
Monday, February 11, 2013
Western Mass
Hi friends! So we had Western Mass for swimming today. It was pretty good. We left Westfield High School at like 9:30 at night. It was a long day. By this time, we should all have a good idea of how clumsy I am. So it really should be no surprise to anyone that I hurt myself today. Here's the story.
So I was in the first event which was the 200 Medley Relay. For those of you who do not know what that means, it means that the first person in the pool does backstroke, the second person does breaststroke, the third person does butterfly, and the last person does freestyle. Each person does a 50 (2 laps) which adds to 200. I am the third person. So everything was going good. I swam my butterfly and I was getting out of the pool. The pool had a little ledge going around the side of it and that is where the touch pads were sitting. So I pulled myself out enough where I could stand on the edge and then get on the legit ground. Well, when I was putting my second foot on the ledge, my first foot slipped. When it slipped off, it bent an awkward way. I caught myself so I didn't fall back in the pool, but when I went to go put weight on my right foot (which was the one that bent awkwardly) it hurt so bad. I couldn't put pressure on it. My first thought was that it was broken. So the trainer the was there came over.
This trainer, oh my goodness. He was an airhead. He kept poking the same spot, and I kept saying ouch cause it hurt. AND THEN HE ASKS ME IF IT HURT. LIKE NO DUMMY. I'M SAYING OUCH BECAUSE IT DOESN'T HURT. COME ON NOW. And then he asks me if I have any events after this. I still had the 200 freestyle relay to do. So he asked how long it was until then. It was a couple of hours. He asked me if I was going to swim in it. Yes, I am going to swim in it. So he looked at my coach like, 'you're going to let her swim in it?' and she was like yeah. When he looked back at me, I was like "the only way I wouldn't be swimming in that event is if my ankle was no longer connected to my leg." He thought I was crazy, I thought he was an airhead.
In the end, I did end up swimming in the relay. I swam a 29.68 for a 50, which is pretty damn good. Considering I never swim 29s and I have a hurt ankle. There is a good chance I lightly sprained it cause it is a little swollen and hurts to bend. But, that is my Western Mass story. I had to make it interesting at least ;) Bye friends!
So I was in the first event which was the 200 Medley Relay. For those of you who do not know what that means, it means that the first person in the pool does backstroke, the second person does breaststroke, the third person does butterfly, and the last person does freestyle. Each person does a 50 (2 laps) which adds to 200. I am the third person. So everything was going good. I swam my butterfly and I was getting out of the pool. The pool had a little ledge going around the side of it and that is where the touch pads were sitting. So I pulled myself out enough where I could stand on the edge and then get on the legit ground. Well, when I was putting my second foot on the ledge, my first foot slipped. When it slipped off, it bent an awkward way. I caught myself so I didn't fall back in the pool, but when I went to go put weight on my right foot (which was the one that bent awkwardly) it hurt so bad. I couldn't put pressure on it. My first thought was that it was broken. So the trainer the was there came over.
This trainer, oh my goodness. He was an airhead. He kept poking the same spot, and I kept saying ouch cause it hurt. AND THEN HE ASKS ME IF IT HURT. LIKE NO DUMMY. I'M SAYING OUCH BECAUSE IT DOESN'T HURT. COME ON NOW. And then he asks me if I have any events after this. I still had the 200 freestyle relay to do. So he asked how long it was until then. It was a couple of hours. He asked me if I was going to swim in it. Yes, I am going to swim in it. So he looked at my coach like, 'you're going to let her swim in it?' and she was like yeah. When he looked back at me, I was like "the only way I wouldn't be swimming in that event is if my ankle was no longer connected to my leg." He thought I was crazy, I thought he was an airhead.
In the end, I did end up swimming in the relay. I swam a 29.68 for a 50, which is pretty damn good. Considering I never swim 29s and I have a hurt ankle. There is a good chance I lightly sprained it cause it is a little swollen and hurts to bend. But, that is my Western Mass story. I had to make it interesting at least ;) Bye friends!
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Follow-up to My Night Tonight
So, for those of you who read My Night Tonight, you know I took a digger in my driveway at like 12:40 this morning. By the waaaaaay, a digger is falling. I know some people don't know what that means. It's like a selected saying. Some people know it, some people don't. So saying "I took a digger" means the same thing as "I fell." Slang lesson of the day! You're welcome.
Anyways, I woke up this morning looking like a hot mess. My make up was everywhere. Still kind of a mystery as to how it got like that cause it has never done that before. My hair.. actually lets not mention my hair. Yes, it was that bad. I look like a had a pretty rough night last night. One of the drinking variety. But I didn't! Awkwaaaaard.
Besides the fact that I woke up looking like a hot mess, I went to go walk to the bathroom. Oh my goodness. My butt hurts so bad. I'm pretty sure I bruised something. Like ouch. Work today should be super fun. If you can't tell over the computer, that was completely 100% sarcasm right there. I'm actually really dreading this. I'm not sure if I should ice it. Would that be like a faux pas since I hurt it in the first place with ice? As strange as this sounds, and chances are I have not thought this through yet since I just woke up like 10 minutes ago, I feel like if I put ice on it, this ice will be mocking me since I feel on ice last night. You all think I'm either crazy and/or drunk right now. And that does not bother me one bit cause chances are, I don't know, like, most of you anyways. If any of you.
I think that's it. I wanted to update you guys on my situation. Bye now!
Anyways, I woke up this morning looking like a hot mess. My make up was everywhere. Still kind of a mystery as to how it got like that cause it has never done that before. My hair.. actually lets not mention my hair. Yes, it was that bad. I look like a had a pretty rough night last night. One of the drinking variety. But I didn't! Awkwaaaaard.
Besides the fact that I woke up looking like a hot mess, I went to go walk to the bathroom. Oh my goodness. My butt hurts so bad. I'm pretty sure I bruised something. Like ouch. Work today should be super fun. If you can't tell over the computer, that was completely 100% sarcasm right there. I'm actually really dreading this. I'm not sure if I should ice it. Would that be like a faux pas since I hurt it in the first place with ice? As strange as this sounds, and chances are I have not thought this through yet since I just woke up like 10 minutes ago, I feel like if I put ice on it, this ice will be mocking me since I feel on ice last night. You all think I'm either crazy and/or drunk right now. And that does not bother me one bit cause chances are, I don't know, like, most of you anyways. If any of you.
I think that's it. I wanted to update you guys on my situation. Bye now!
My Night Tonight
Now, this of you who may have seen me at the beginning of my night tonight, say 5 pm or so, I may have given you the "go fall off the nearest cliff and leave me the hell alone" look. If I gave you that look, or any version of that look, I do sincerely apologize. Let me just explain my situation to you.
So, I was talking to two of my friends around 1pm and we were planning on doing something. I was picking them up around 5, we were going bowling. Then we were going to Olive Garden for dinner. And to top off the night, we were going to watch Pitch Perfect. (highly recommended if you haven't seen it yet!) Sounds like a pretty kick ass night there, right?! I thought so.
Then, around 4:30 I'm warming up my car cause it tends to be temperamental when it comes to starting it in the cold. And by temperamental, I mean that it doesn't start in the cold unless I work some magic. Anyways, like a half an hour before I go to pick up my friends, I get a call from work. That's never good. They want me to come in. Someone called out and they want me to cover. Me, being the nice person I am, said yes because I didn't want to leave my coworker high and dry for the league rush. At first I was like "you can't be serious" and then I got to thinking, I'll probably only be there for league and then they'll let me leave because it's crappy out and no one will want to venture into the cold. Then I can still go out, just a little later. I was wrong. I got to work and they were like "oh, you're staying til 11." Fan-freaking-tastic. Way to eff up my plans. Stupid work.
But, as the shift goes on, it isn't so bad. Not too too busy. A few rushes here and there. My friends came to see me. And time was actually flying. I didn't get out of there until like 12:20 though cause I didn't want to leave my coworker with everything left to close. So I finally left and got home around 12:40.
Now, you're probably thinking this is then end to my little story. Well, my friends, it is your turn to be wrong now. I shut off my car, get out, and start walking inside. THAT is when I hit a patch of ice and fell right on my butt. Man did that hurt. Like I think I broke my butt. I kinda sat there for a minute, like stunned. Then I got back up and waddled to my porch and into my house. I say waddled because I just landed on my tailbone and it was a little tender. When I tell me dad this, he thinks it's the funniest thing. Well thanks father.
Okay. That's pretty much it. I've been watching Jenna Marbles for the past 3 hours. I'm productive. I do recommend her videos on YouTube too. They are hilarious. Go watch them. Go on. Well, that's about it. Just kidding. I have had "Jenna Marbles, gettin people pregnannnnt" stuck in my head for over 24 hours. Okay, now I think that's it. Toodles!
So, I was talking to two of my friends around 1pm and we were planning on doing something. I was picking them up around 5, we were going bowling. Then we were going to Olive Garden for dinner. And to top off the night, we were going to watch Pitch Perfect. (highly recommended if you haven't seen it yet!) Sounds like a pretty kick ass night there, right?! I thought so.
Then, around 4:30 I'm warming up my car cause it tends to be temperamental when it comes to starting it in the cold. And by temperamental, I mean that it doesn't start in the cold unless I work some magic. Anyways, like a half an hour before I go to pick up my friends, I get a call from work. That's never good. They want me to come in. Someone called out and they want me to cover. Me, being the nice person I am, said yes because I didn't want to leave my coworker high and dry for the league rush. At first I was like "you can't be serious" and then I got to thinking, I'll probably only be there for league and then they'll let me leave because it's crappy out and no one will want to venture into the cold. Then I can still go out, just a little later. I was wrong. I got to work and they were like "oh, you're staying til 11." Fan-freaking-tastic. Way to eff up my plans. Stupid work.
But, as the shift goes on, it isn't so bad. Not too too busy. A few rushes here and there. My friends came to see me. And time was actually flying. I didn't get out of there until like 12:20 though cause I didn't want to leave my coworker with everything left to close. So I finally left and got home around 12:40.
Now, you're probably thinking this is then end to my little story. Well, my friends, it is your turn to be wrong now. I shut off my car, get out, and start walking inside. THAT is when I hit a patch of ice and fell right on my butt. Man did that hurt. Like I think I broke my butt. I kinda sat there for a minute, like stunned. Then I got back up and waddled to my porch and into my house. I say waddled because I just landed on my tailbone and it was a little tender. When I tell me dad this, he thinks it's the funniest thing. Well thanks father.
Okay. That's pretty much it. I've been watching Jenna Marbles for the past 3 hours. I'm productive. I do recommend her videos on YouTube too. They are hilarious. Go watch them. Go on. Well, that's about it. Just kidding. I have had "Jenna Marbles, gettin people pregnannnnt" stuck in my head for over 24 hours. Okay, now I think that's it. Toodles!
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Absence
Hi friends! This morning I'm laying in bed and a thought pops into my head. Not a random thought though. I've actually need thinking about it quite a bit. You know how they say "Absence makes the heart grow fonder"? For those of you who don't understand this, it means that when someone is away from you, you grow to like them even more. Now, I don't get this shit. I mean, I feel like there's an expiration date or something that goes with this statement. Like sure, if said person is gone for like a month or two max, then the statement makes sense. But what about for like a year or more than that? Then the lines get all fuzzy. Like I feel like said person is going to forget about you. And what if the person that is gone changes? Or you change? Who says ya'll are still gonna like each other when said person comes back? I don't know man. It's a fishy statement to me. It's not like a guarantee, ya know? Not set in stone that its gonna happen like that. I'd like to know if it actually will happen like that. I like a guaranty, because the unknown is scary. It can change something in a matter of seconds no matter how you feel about it. And you may never get it back to how it was. So yeah, that was my little pondering moment that I'd figure I would share with you guys. Have a good day! And if you're on the east coast, stay warm and safe! The snow and wind is crazy! Bye loves!
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
:(
Okay, so I have been talking about my friend that's moving to Hawaii in the past few posts. Not a lot, but still. Anyways, so the dreaded day is tomorrow. It came so fast. :( So, this is like a tribute, I guess? Except, I think tributes only happen when you're dead, and he's not dead. So... Awks.
Anyways, I met Dakoda about 2 years or so ago. He was working where I work now, but at the time I was just a frequent customer. We did the normal casualties. The "hi", "bye", "have a good night" all that fun stuff. Like the polite stuff. I mean, we didn't know each other very well at the time. Then, this past summer, I started helping out at the job I work at now. I would go there and volunteer, like, every time I wasn't doing anything. I volunteered a lot on Tuesday. Dakoda worked on Tuesdays. That's when we got to know each other better and really become friends. I would vent quite a bit about boy problems and he would listen. It was the best. And we had these conversations about hypothetical situations. Sometimes it would be a 'would you rather' type of deal ;) That's really how he became to be one of my best friends. And in the past few months, we've been getting closer and closer. At least it feels that way to me. He can make me laugh by doing virtually nothing, and make my day better without even knowing it or knowing that he's doing it.
Unfortunately, Dakoda is moving tomorrow. To Hawaii :( Well, I guess it's today technically, but whatever. It sucks either way. It really does. Like in sociology today, someone brought up Hawaiians and I wanted to cry. I'm pretty sure if someone says something to me about it tomorrow, I'll burst out crying. It's going to be an awful day.
I was driving home tonight and I was sobbing in the car. I stopped at the Mobil Station. The lady at the cash register was giving me sad eyes. Not helping. So I got back in the car and cried all the way home. If that's any indication to what tomorrow is going to be like, I should just stay home. :(
Anyways, I primarily made this post to tell everyone reading how much I'm going to miss Dakoda. Like so so so so so so so much. And that he really is like my best friend and that I love him and how he is one of my favorite people in the whole entire world and all that stuff. So, yeah. Okay, well I should probably go to bed now and face my fate tomorrow. Nighty night.
Anyways, I met Dakoda about 2 years or so ago. He was working where I work now, but at the time I was just a frequent customer. We did the normal casualties. The "hi", "bye", "have a good night" all that fun stuff. Like the polite stuff. I mean, we didn't know each other very well at the time. Then, this past summer, I started helping out at the job I work at now. I would go there and volunteer, like, every time I wasn't doing anything. I volunteered a lot on Tuesday. Dakoda worked on Tuesdays. That's when we got to know each other better and really become friends. I would vent quite a bit about boy problems and he would listen. It was the best. And we had these conversations about hypothetical situations. Sometimes it would be a 'would you rather' type of deal ;) That's really how he became to be one of my best friends. And in the past few months, we've been getting closer and closer. At least it feels that way to me. He can make me laugh by doing virtually nothing, and make my day better without even knowing it or knowing that he's doing it.
Unfortunately, Dakoda is moving tomorrow. To Hawaii :( Well, I guess it's today technically, but whatever. It sucks either way. It really does. Like in sociology today, someone brought up Hawaiians and I wanted to cry. I'm pretty sure if someone says something to me about it tomorrow, I'll burst out crying. It's going to be an awful day.
I was driving home tonight and I was sobbing in the car. I stopped at the Mobil Station. The lady at the cash register was giving me sad eyes. Not helping. So I got back in the car and cried all the way home. If that's any indication to what tomorrow is going to be like, I should just stay home. :(
Anyways, I primarily made this post to tell everyone reading how much I'm going to miss Dakoda. Like so so so so so so so much. And that he really is like my best friend and that I love him and how he is one of my favorite people in the whole entire world and all that stuff. So, yeah. Okay, well I should probably go to bed now and face my fate tomorrow. Nighty night.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Late Night/Early Morning Talks
Okay so it's 4:02 in the morning and I'm not sleeping. I'm thinking. Which is never good in any way. What I'm thinking about you wonder? Well, one of my best friends is leaving for Hawaii indefinitely in 4 days): that's mostly what I'm thinking about. Plus the fact that I feel like I annoy people when I text them first. And then I just wanna know if I actually do. Ugh I don't even know if I'm making sense right now. I should go before I say something relatively stupid. Bye now
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