I love when people text me and say, “We need to hang out! I miss you!” or something to that extent. That text means that I crossed your mind, that you thought of me today, and I’m someone you enjoy spending time with. Few things are better than that feeling.

I’m so excited! I can’t wait to start something new. (:

Now I’m just waiting for a call on that third job…

Pretty sure I’m already in because I know his daughter, BUT I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

Wish me luck!

And first interview for an insurance company on Wednesday. If possible, I’d like to keep my job at the Maxx, but I’d make more at the other places, so if I can’t, I’m dropping it.

I am so looking forward to not having much free time at all this summer and just making money. :D

is having his birthday dinner at a Japanese steakhouse.

I checked the menu online and there are maybe 2 things I can eat, depending on what they put in their batter.

-_- I need to go to this dinner because I can’t make it to his actual party, but what the fuuuuck.

and said, “I like your name.” I don’t get that a lot because it’s an ordinary name, so I was caught off guard, but said thanks. He was like, “That’s my name, too.”

I don’t even care. I would’ve totally dated him anyway.

*hears neighbors partying and shouting in the distance*
Mom: Hey now, they have until 10pm.
Me: What time is it?
Mom: A quarter past.
Dad: But you do what you gotta do to get some sleep, ha.
Me: Trust me, I will. It’s like they think no one works on the weekends.

I’m working 12 hours tomorrow, and I have to be up at 6:30am. I will NOT deal with their shit. Party all you want, but don’t keep the whole damn neighborhood up with your music and screaming.

It pisses me off when I make food and ask people beforehand if they want any and they say no, and the next day they take it upon themselves to eat what’s left of it.

Thanks for not even asking if you could eat the food I made for MYSELF. I’m literally SO mad. I’m SO hungry and have to leave for work soon and THAT’S what I felt like having.

And it REALLY sucks because I can’t even do the same thing back to them since I don’t eat what they eat.

Haha! I told her I was gonna be up at 5:30am, but then I realized I was gonna be at work until 6pm, so I wanted time to do my hair, too. This meant waking up at 5am instead. While I was up doing my makeup, she played around with the cats, got dressed, made coffee, etc. When it was 5:25am, I went into the bathroom to do my hair. This is when she freaked out.

I was doing my hair and she came in “Good MORNING!” and was so loud (when I get few hours of sleep, the last thing I want to hear is that in my ear, so I was cranky). I said good morning back, and commented on how loud she was. She said, “Because you’re awake. I can be!” I said, “Yeah, but you don’t have to be.”

And the rest of the conversation went like this:

Mom: Well, you don’t even like to talk in the mornings.
Me: Exactly. Who talks in the morning? What is the point?
Mom: Don’t be snappy with me just because you didn’t get a lot of sleep.
Me: I’m always this way when I don’t get a lot of sleep.
Mom: Omg, you’re like this EVERY morning.
Me: That’s not true.
Mom: Yes, it is!
Me: Don’t say that when you know it’s a lie.
Mom: Well, you’re not supposed to even be awake until 5:30am.
Me: It’s 5:30am now.
Mom: Well, I have to leave before you.
Me: Well, you could’ve been in here while I was doing my makeup.
Mom: Don’t even start with me. I’m not in the mood.
Me: I’m just saying, you knew I was up earlier, so you could’ve been in here doing your hair.
Mom: I was getting dressed!
Me: Getting dressed doesn’t take a half hour.
Mom: *glaring at me while I continue to do my hair*

About 30 seconds passes like this.

Me: Are you just gonna keep staring at me while I do my hair? Because that’s weird.
Mom: *throws her brush into the counter/mirror* I said I had to leave before you! *storms out*

And that was that. Then she acted like I wasn’t here the rest of the morning except to say, “See ya,” before she left. She let the dog out, gave all the cats some treats…stuff I’m capable of doing before I leave. If you let the dog out a whole 40 min before I leave, then she won’t want to go out when I leave, making her hold her pee LONGER until I get home at 6:30pm before everyone else.

Whatevvvvvs. (Sorry I couldn’t make this a read more thing. I’m on my phone).

I posted about my new neighbors that moved in with the inside/outside cats.

I just got woken up because of some cats fighting. They were yowling and meowing and spitting…somewhere close enough that it was disturbing enough to wake me up. It went on for almost a minute before one screamed/yelped and then it was over.

It honestly might not have been either of their cats, but the last time I heard cats fighting was over a year ago, way off in the distance. This was close, and all I can think about is them possibly being hurt (since I said they were declawed in the front).

If I hear it again, I’m gonna say something.

just messaged me on Facebook because she wants to be vegan and wanted some tips!

I AM AWESOME.

I was getting my makeup mirror out to check my teeth and the two guys in the break room with me—who seemed completely oblivious to me the entire time—just stopped talking when I smiled into my mirror and said, “Wow, you have perfect teeth,” and then went back to their conversation leaving no room for me to say thanks or anything, ha.

That was nice, considering they’ve never even acknowledged me before.

Footlong on wheat.
Light lettuce.
Spinach.
Green peppers.
Tomatoes.
Cucumbers.
And a TON of mustard.

Usually the guy there goes, “That’sssss…kinda gross,” which is rude and unnecessary. I like my food how I like it and it’s not your place to judge.

But today, there was a different guy. I was laughing because he held the mustard bottle over it and said, “Just say when,” so I did, and he said, “That’s nothing. We get this kid that comes in here and gets a whole bottle of mayonnaise on his sub.”

That made me feel so much better, ha.

Some woman I’ve never seen before just punched in the code for the break room, walked in, and sat down and is reading a magazine like she does this all the time.

She’s breathing really loudly, too.

WHO ARE YOU.