The weekend. I'm going to start by taking a nap until 12 and then getting up and spending the rest of the day eating sushi (grilled salmon, mmmm), working on my papers and creative writing stuff do, and just chilling with Jessica. Tomorrow, Nicole and I are going to IHOP for breakfast and then it's another day of chilling. I gotta work Sunday. Dunno when, and I barely even care.

=3 Finally!

So last night I'm working on homework and decide to check myspace real quick. I notice an friend of mine's group video blog says 'important notice' and check it out, and find out a dear friend of mine, Dan, was hit by a vehicle and was in the ICU. I'm upset, but know better than to start crying because there is nothing I can do now, and I had hope that he should be okay. I tell my friends and text my parents about it.

Then I wake up this morning to see if there's any updates, and there is a new blog saying he's died. That was a punch in the gut. That sort of thing just shouldn't happen.

They post a video in memory of him, and he's in the video, alive. Oh-ha-ha, April Fool's.

Not funny. Not funny at all. I'm disgusted. I worried myself over the guy and he's not hurt at all. I'm just fucking pissed.

Okay, so I went to the guy yesterday and I showed him what I wanted and he got *really* excited and told me he would love to be apart of this tattoo, so I was like 'woohoo.' So at 7 I went to the place and we talked about what exactly I kinda wanted. So we went into his back work area and he asked me how low I wanted it. So I kinda tugged down my pants and showed him where and he was like 'wow! okay! =D' and asked me to go ahead and undress and I'm like "AAAH!"

I kinda unbutton my pants and I start getting really awkward and fidgety because people don't really SEE me down there and I don't QUITE like how I look down there and all I could think was thank the GODS I shaved just before coming and he just pauses and tells me that I don't need to be shy, btw, he thinks I'm *beautiful* and it's like "AAAAHH!"

So he drew out, literally just DREW by hand, the outline of what the tattoo would be and asked me if I liked. I checked in a mirror, we made adjustments, I lied down on the table and held Jessica's hand and we all three began to nerd out because he listened to Blind Guardian, a band I absolutely LOVE. Then the needle hits and it's like 'WOW! This is VERY different from my shoulder tattoo!' The artist pauses and asks me if perhaps I want to rethink this and I tell him no and I want to get this done.

So two hours goes by and it hurts quite a bit but it's fun listening to him and he's complimenting me and telling me how damn good I'm doing and what a trooper I'm being, most people are complaining and I've been so damn quiet and as long as the needle's going, I'm okay-ish, but the second he stopped and there was a break I'd start going into the shakes.

Anyway, it was a good price, 180 =3 I gave him a kiss on the cheek and I think it's beautiful. I'm tender, but happy ^^

AAAAARRRRGHHHH! I'm getting a new tattoo at 4 and the anticipation is driving me fucking INSANE!! AAAAHHHHHHHH!

I have a test tomorrow in social psyche, hopefully I'll pass. Then I'll come back to the dorm, back up for the night and take a quick shower. I'll go to Gainseville then and hang out with my friend Jessica for the night and then the next morning, Saturday, we'll head back to St. Augustine and meet up with Ash and her idiot boyfriend for lunch then me get my tattoo.

I had to invite the idiot boyfriend for lunch because...well...it was the polite thing to do, the nice thing to do. I don't like him, but I can only imagine how bad it would make him feel for us three girls to be like 'we're going to eat lunch here, you go eat lunch somewhere else!' It would hurt my feelings, I figure it'd probably hurt his stupid feelings too.

Jessica isn't thrilled, sometimes I think if there's a person that hates the idiot bf more than me, it's her, but we'll all behave and who knows? Maybe a year of never having to put up with the guy has made him bearable? Maybe we've both matured? I'unno.

I just want my new tattoo =3 I got 325 dollars to spend on it and I'm excited.

Worst day of work ever, end of story. The only way it could have been worse is if we had been robbed and the guy had shot me. >.<

It started when I first got there with some spacey 50 year old women buying wine and telling me she knows I'm going to want her id, so she pulls it out. I'm like... "..oookay." So I glance at it and this chick rambles on about how honored she is that I even ask and just kinda gazes dreamily off into the distance. Crazy ho. Then I get told that I'm getting an eval. What? I just got my evaluation last month!

I go upstairs and I sit down with my manager and she tells me all this stuff that's wrong with me that's NEVER been an issue NOR has it EVER been brought up. She tells me I gotta pin my bangs back and how I'm not allowed to unbutton my shirt ever. I know some of ya'll would snicker at that, but I wear spaghetti strap tops under my work clothes so at lunch and when I'm finished with work I can just take them off and people will know I'm unavailable, leave me the fuck alone. Because if you're IN uniform at all they gotta stop you on your 30 minute break wanting you to help them find something or other. Bull shit.

So I tell her I understand, it all does sound fair. Well back at my old store I was Role Model status, now I'm Exceeds Expectations status and have been for two evals now, which means I gotta take a drop in pay (I agree with this system, so don't think I'm dissing it). So I take a twenty cent drop, no big deal, and sign the form and leave.

Our store has us take our tills and put them in drawers when we're not using them, and we have keys for each little cubby thing. Well I go downstairs and dig in my pockets and suddenly I can't find my key. SHIT! Exactly what I need after a semi-meh evaluation. I run around looking for where it could have gone, how could I have lost a key in less than 10 minutes by walking upstairs, sitting down and walking back downstairs to the exact same spot? So I go upstairs and look in the room I got my eval in and the manager just hands me a master key. Okay, cool. I feel like a dumbass, but cool.

I go downstairs, get my till and go to a register. I work on the till for about oh...ten minutes, until I realize I'm using the WRONG till, this one isn't MINE. SHIT! I close my register, go the coordinator and beg her to let me go home before I fuck anything else up. I wanted to just cry. She asks me what happened and I tell her, so while we go to my register to figure things out, this woman comes up, even though the light is OFF and wants to be checked out. I tell her we're not open yet and she gets all huffy. The coordinator tells me to go get MY till and I'm like 'I can't, I don't have the key.'

"What key?"

"The key for the cubby."

"Oh, you mean THIS key?"

She pulls out my key and tells me I left it in there. Ooookay. So why couldn't SHE leave it in there? Not like anyone was goanna mess with it!! God damnit! So I go and get my till and this woman tells me she wants 12 stamps for postcards. I tell her I don't have postcard stamps.

"Well what kind of stamps do you have?"

"Forever stamps." I pull them out of my till and show her. She gets a little uppity but fine, she'll take them. I put them in my drawer and ring them up for her. Well she wants them right NOW. I tell her my drawer's already closed and I need the money before I can give her the stamps. So now she's getting mad. She swipes her card angrily and when it's all done she storms off with her stupid fucking stamps. Bitch.

Then the cashier's till I accidentally used has to come and ask me what's going to happen now and I'm like 'I don't know! I've never done this before!' So she's lecturing me that I gotta tell so-and-so and so-and-so and such-and-such person and I'm just wanting to be left alone so I can go cry somewhere.

The shift FINALLY ends and I go to put my till away. The one cashier tells me to go tell the back office person what happened. Fine... Well the back office person isn't there, so I go to the coordinator that had my key and ask her to let the back office person know about everything that happened.

"Oh no, it's not a big deal. See all those transactions you did were on your numbers."

"Yeah, I know."

"So it doesn't matter because you didn't do any cash transactions."

"No, I DID do some, that's the problem! If I hadn't I wouldn't have cared about having the wrong till!"

"Oh well I didn't know that!"

So now they're all mad at me again because they didn't know cash had been done on it.

Ffs...

Awful day at work >.< I'm so glad I'm quitting this store after Easter.

Jax died!! I dunno what happened. I took him out of his bowl to clean it and I put all the right drops in to make it clean for him and then I waited until it was room temperature and dropped it in. And now he's dead =(

I'm back at school, made it safe and sound, though I did almost fall asleep on the road at one point. It was good to see Heather and Nicole again, I've totally missed them, and I've also totally missed sitting up in my bunk, typing away.

I think Noel knew I was leaving today. Usually when dad gets up the dog just goes to the bathroom and that's it unless dad tries to wake me up, because then she's at my door barking and trying to make sure he leaves me alone, though she ends up waking me up with all her racket. This morning though at 6:30 dad says she was just barking and yowling and scratching at the bathroom door (she sleeps in the parents bathroom). So dad got up figuring she *really* had to go pee and as soon as he opened the door she was out of their room, ran across the house straight to MY bedroom and started scratching at my door. Well, he let her in and she just curled up in bed with me.

All I can figure is maybe she knew I was leaving today, or she knew I was having bad dreams or something, because she's never done that before.

I got mixed feelings about being back. I enjoyed being at home, the security of it, the newness of some things, but I missed school too, being on my own and having my own schedule that I control entirely. I will come back this summer to a new bed and new job though, that'll be exciting. =) Just gotta get all my work done here.

We gots a puppy =3 the 'rents have been wanting one for a while since Noel (our current) dog, is starting to get up there in age, and mom and dad don't want to do without. So they went to a pet store and they looked at puppies and they found one they both fell in love with, a Peagle (a mixture of a Pekingese and a Beagle). Last night I went to dinner with a dear friend of mine and when I get home they've got the Peagle with them who was JUST let out of the kennel that day.

I was surprised. We had seen her and I had asked mom if they were goanna buy her that day, but mom kept saying no, probably not until after I leave because of all the paperwork and money and whatnot, but apparently so many people were looking at the puppy mom went ahead and got her. Her name's Filodo (eh, sounds pretty).

Noel wasn't too happy at all. She's always been the only girl, daddy's favorite, etc, so we tried to get her and Filo introduced and we let them interact for a bit and then Noel just 'huffed' and stalked into her room and curled up in her bed. Made me feel awfully guilty.

They're doing better today. Noel still doesn't like Filo, but she's not growling as much and she's sitting with me again, so she's not mad at me anymore, thank goodness!

This morning we went to the furniture store since I've been looking at a new bed. I was worried for a moment yesterday I wasn't going to be allowed to get it. It was fine me getting the bed, until I mentioned me getting a new tattoo soon, then they were saying I may not be able to afford the bed. All I could think was: "Seriously? 100 bucks a month for the bed and because I get a 200 some odd dollar tattoo I can no longer afford ink? Bull shit." I explained that too them too. For some crazy reason they seemed to think I was getting a 1000 dollar tattoo.

Anyway, we cleared THAT up and went to the furniture place today, filled out the paperwork, then waited to be accepted, since I would have to finance it. My dad agreed to co-sign, which was nice, but it started looking like it would not go through, which was pissing me off, because Dad was saying it might take another 6 months go get my credit working just right. I was just getting upset, but luckily it did go through. It wont ship for another week though, so I wont be able to sleep on it until I get back from summer, but it's okay. =3 I'll have a new room to come back to.

I've already gotten most of the stuff out, things I really don't need anymore. I'm a dreadful packrat. I finally xxxxxx myself to throw away some things, papers I don't even look at but for some reason used to think was important. I've also had these ugly ass plastic storage cabinets in my room for a while just filled with junk. I emptied those out and got rid of the cabinets. Maybe not for good, they might be useful when I get my own place for filing things, but right now I just want them away x.x

I feel so refreshed though because of all of this. My own new bed, one that will last sturdy (hopefully) for years, and a new dresser. My closet's been entirely cleaned out and reorganized, my room's going to be vacuumed and shampooed. I'm coming home this summer to a new job, Jessica and I have become closer as friends I believe, and I'm contemplating either taking up an old hobby or starting something new and fun, belly dancing maybe.

Anyway, I am happy right now. =) Very happy.

I'm so in love, it's too bad the weirdness factor has always been so big between us. *Giddy, dreamy, stupid* What a man though!