Just so you know, drunk+laser tag=not fun, haha!!

So I got there at about 7, and people started trickling in after that. It took forever to figure out how we were going to handle the bowling....but yeah. So.

I had a super sweet drink called an MP3. Don't ask me what's in it, no idea. Then I had 2 beers. Cody had this blue drink, it was called a blue motherfucker. It's like a long island iced tea, but the tea or whatever is substitued with another alcohol...and he didn't drink it so he gave it to me. It was all over after that. Then I had a shot of whiskey and half of another blue motherfucker. I hadn't eaten.

Katie kept singing "hey there Delilah I just want to touch your vagina." It was tons of fun. I don't remember much of it. I was one of the hugging drunks. Ha.

So then we went back to Bri's house and I had like one jage bomb, and that was all I drank for the rest of the night. I think. I couldn't stand up straight.

So we played this game called A Game of Things. SOOO much fun!! Especially when you're drunk! We went to McDonald's at like 1 or 2 in the morning. By this time, almost everyone had left, excpet for the people staying the night and Cody. Then at like 3 Cody left and the rest of us went to sleep. I was SO ready for sleep!

I woke up at 6:30 in the morning, drunk as fuck and feeling like shit. Went back to sleep for a couple hours then started watching Brooklyn's Finest. I paid more attention than I thought I was going to, but didn't finish watching it. Then we sat talking for hours and decided to go to St. Paul to the Red Bull Flugtag, it was fuckin sweet. There was thousands of people there!! Traffic was RIDICULOUS!! But super fun couple of days, and tomorrow I have a BBQ to go to, so yay! Excited =]

I won't be around xanga tonight, folks, sorry to say. We have a busy night ahead of us, and we must start getting ready..... I have to take a shower, put my jeans in the dryer, put make up on, straighten my hair, decide what to wear...

THEN, I'm going to the bowling alley, bowling with a shit load of people, drinking, playing laser tag at the bowling alley, drinking, going to a bonfire, and drinking.

Did I mention that there's drinking involved? Hmm. I must have missed that.

Soooo, try not to have TOO much fun without me kids!!!! Love ya, talk to you later =]

<3

So, I'm almost ready to go out, hope you guys have a great evening, and this is what I look like tonight:

OOOOO, Sex-ay momma!!

I wonder if I'll ever get to the status when people yell FIRST when they are the first one to leave a comment on my post. You think?

It's like, we're taking a road trip and everyone starts yelling "SHOT GUN!!"

It's exciting, like when you're starving at Thanksgiving and and you're THE FIRST one in line for food, so you can get the stuffing from IN the bird (because it's the best, you know)..... Then I start talking like "you betcha dontcha know!"

I don't actually say those things. Well, I say "you know" a lot, but I don't say "dontcha know." Ya know. People tell me that I have a very Minnesotan accent. I don't hear it. So I say "Minn-ahhh-SOOOda." Ha.

Well, there I go, off on a tangent, dontcha know.

You know how lima beans contain cyanide? Well, I wrote this on a post-it a while back, "Tony, lima beans contain cyanide. Just so you know." and he put it on his computer. My old boss, the second shift supervisor, wrote me a note, "Have a lima bean sandwich." Woah, I didn't know he wanted me to die. When I dyed my hair black, he stopped dead in his tracks and said, "What did you do to your hair?! I LIKE that!" He put extra emphasis on "LIKE." Creepy. Ya know.

I don't have a lot of confidence. I have very little, in fact. This is something that I've tried working on, and I'm doing better.

I grew up largely ignored. Drug addicts tend to do that. Because of that, I am very independent. However, I also have no confidence. People rarely paid attention to me, so I never really paid attention to myself. I sat, silently observing most of the time, yet chattering to anyone who would listen, which was often, no one. My dad doesn't tell me many stories about me and the things I did when I was little. He repeats them so often, I think that's all he remembers from his drug and alcohol induced state.

Throughout grade school and middle school, it was a combination of people ignoring me and relentlessly bullying me. This wasn't teasing me. No. This was downright cruelty. I won't recount any of it, because to this day it still makes me sad, embarrassed, and humiliated. I always walked with my head down.

In high school, I kept mostly to myself. I had a small group of friends, most of whom are still my best friends. I wasn't teased like I had been, but I still had no confidence.

When people tell me that they like me, in any way, I always wonder why. What quantities do I possess that make me friend-worthy? That make me girlfriend-worthy? I honestly don't believe that I am worthy of any of that. Why would anyone want me?

I have things about my character that I hate. I am very loud. I talk loudly. I can be very obnoxious. I start yelling when people piss me off. I have a tendency to curse a lot when I'm mad. I get mad too easily. I get heated too easily (not in a sexual way). I can be very selfish. Are these traits something people want? I don't think they are. I truly wonder what people see in me that makes me worthy of anything, because I simply don't see it.

I'm better than I used to be, but I still have trouble valuing my self-worth and my self-doubt gets in the way of many things.

I wish I could believe in something more profound. I wish I could have the faith you do. I wish I could believe in the future. I wish I could believe in life. I wish I could believe in you. I wish I could believe in you and me.

I wish I could believe in myself.

On Saturday night when some of us went to the bar, one of my coworker's wives told a story about how he had gotten drunk and started peeing on a statue of Jesus. We thought it was funny and we laughed...she told us we were going to hell for it.

Anyway, today they were saying something about it, and I was like "Don't be mean to H----." If you read my post from Saturday night, you would know why I got defensive about it. By the way, I put that post on protected... if you want on my protected list, just let me know. Does anyone know what the limit of people you can have on your protected posts if you have premium??

So everyone was thinking that I overreacted for no reason. Well, I wasn't about to tell anyone what she had told me because it's not my business to tell.

Cody likes to answer to "Jesus" and "God," so I apologized for overreacting, and said to him, "I'm going to PEE on you!!"

HaHA I's funny XD

Also, I am seriously thinking of replying to some of the comments on my last post, they made me laugh!!!

You know, it's kind of rare that I visit a post, read it, and then leave with nothing to say. It's kind of irritating, really. So many times, I see people reading my posts, BUT NEVER COMMENTING!! How is it possible you have NOTHING to say? Even "lima beans contain cyanide" will suffice!

Someone told me the people that do this are called lurkers. Well, can't another word for lurker be creeper?

So you know what?

DON'T LEAVE A COMMENT!!

DON'T DO IT!!!!!

Remember on Mypace we would visit a page just for the sake of leaving one of these?

Whatever happened to those days? People have gotten mean =[

So, whatever you do, DON'T leave a comment.

The motherfucking CUNT needs to turn her MOTHERFUCKING TV DOWN. I seriously want to slit her throat right now. If I could get away with murder, I would do it. Not even kidding.

How the FUCK can you be so inconsiderate to your neighbors?! How can you NOT know that your TV is ENTIRELY too loud?! I should call the motherfucking cops on her bitch motherfucking ass.

I can't stand it when I can hear someone else's shit. It pisses me off SO bad I really want to kill someone.

I could go on and on about how pissed I am because I'm trying to watch MY fucking show, but /endrant.

I'm talking generally, not you, in particular.

In this instance, I am talking about drivers.

I drive fast. I go 9 miles over the speed limit, except when I'm pissed because someone won't get out of my way.

Case in point: today I was driving in the fast lane on a highway where the speed limit is 65. The person in front of me... actually, the person HOLDING UP THE LINE, was going 65. I got in the slow lane because a moment later a temporary lane opened up on the right. I zoomed into that lane and ended up going 90 to pass all the slow fuckers.

Listen, if you're holding up traffic, I will kill you.

If you think you're doing a good deed by going slow in the fast lane, you're not. It's MY business if I want to break the law and go faster. ALL you're doing is PISSING ME RIGHT THE FUCK OFF.

Also, if you own a Corvette, drive it like it's a fucking Corvette, not a motherfucking pinto.

People get fucking stupid like sheep when there's road construction. They're like DDUUUHHHHH, O MI GAWD, WAT DO I DEEWW?!?

If you're sitting at a crossroads and three of the people have stop signs, it works like normal, except ONE SIDE DOESN'T STOP. That means, if there's no traffic for the people with no stop sign, proceed like always. One person goes, then the next person. DON'T sit and WAIT for ALL the OTHER people to go. You should not have a driver's license.

I hate stupid drivers. Everyone at work knows I drive fast, but then I say, "Just because I drive fast, that doesn't mean I'm not a good driver." They all say, "Well, that's true."

People are just fucking stupid.

Okay kids, I am going to play with my new phone, the Samsung Intercept!!! I'm so excited! =]

(The only picture I could find, how lame. Mine is pink!!)

It's gummy bear secks XD

Apparently gummy bears are homicidal, yo.

Hahaha I ate gummy bears today