I said I wasn't going to write in here anymore until people left me comments, but I am bored and could really care less...so I'm just gonna recap my life for ya.

So after I got my ticket, I made a few phone calls to see what the deal was, and I technically shouldn't lose my license, so I'm praying that's the case...although I am almost positive I have to take another driving class, so I'm really excited about that. After that stupid delima I thought that this weekend should be a weekend to relax...so I did just that. I didn't call into the Dome to get any hours...I'm protesting. I hate working there now. It's hot, boring and everynight is a repeat of the same thing. So I resorted to being in the poor house for a bit longer...speaking of which, I am out of a job in like 3 weeks, so I have to go on a job hunt next weekend. I hate not having money.

This week should be fun. My neighbor came over last night to drink a few with me and my brother and some friends, and she was telling me how she was going away Tuesday-Friday, so I jokeingly asked if she needed a house-sitter for the week and shes like "Acutally! That's a really good idea!!!" So yeah, I definatly get my neighbors house for the week. I'm pumped...Yes, it's approx 3 feet away from my home, but it will still be nice to be able to lock all the doors, close the blinds and act as though I am hundreds of miles away from my pain in the ass family.

Hmm...what else? Ry comes home tonight!! I am pretty pumped...I miss that kid! I also get to finally go watch the Tigers on Friday...really excited about that as well. Get some people together I haven't really chilled with in a while...It will be a grand time...My goal is to get served there...Ahhh it's nice to have goals!

Anyway, I'm gonna go make myself somewhat useful for the day...Peace out bitches!

Let me recap you pathetic souls on my miserable life...

Yesterday was possibly the most draining day I've had in a long time. I worked wonderful YAPs all day in about the 90 degree heat with about 25 screaming kids in my ear all day....and then I went to work out for about an hour. Came home, showered up to go watch Chopp's slow pitch softball game. So I get there and the other team is short 2 players, so guess who got traded to the other team...ME and NICOLE! Yes, I definatly had to play beer league softball with a bunch of old men who thought me and Nicole have never touched a softball in our lives. I ended up doing pretty decent for someone who didn't have any kleets on, I have a shitty glove that was about 3 inches shorter then my normal one, and I was almost dehydrated and beat to death from my long day of work and from my semi-intense workout. So yeah...anyway, I socialize a bit after the game, and I realize that I need to be in PH in an hour for my fast pitch game...so I storm home like a bat outta hell, going a good 15 MPH over the speed limit only to discover my least favorite site in the entire fucking world....the lights of a police car flashing behind me. So I tried crying my way out of it, but the son of a bitch wrote me up for 10 over, resulting in a suspension to my drivers license. So I call the only person that I know could help me in this pathetic situation of mine...Jeremy of course. He fortunantly has connections with the Pigs of SC, so he's gonna try to work his little piggy magic and get me out of this ticket which would be wonderful. My mom has even offered to take him out to dinner and pay him if he can do this for me. lol...Oh Celeste! So anyway, after I get my wonderful ticket I met up with Jeremy for a bit, and I made my way to PH...Well the game before us was running late, so I was getting all my shit ready and I open my bat bag, and I saw what appeared to be an angle...it was glowing and I swear there were like fireworks in the background...I found a can of beer! Where it came from I don't know! I'm pretty sure God put it in my bag and said "Mary...drink up!" So I made a pimp beer cooler for it...I put my sock over the can to disguse it....haha...Hate my life! Anyway, I got home from my game at like 11:30...sucked but oh well and here I am...But I need to stop rambling...I just needed to share my dumb day with you. Peace out bitches!

PS. I'm sorta upset from the lack of comments I've had lately....No comments results in no more entires...that's my new rule bitches....Peaceeee

Currently Listening No Shoes No Shirt No Problems (Bonus Track) By Kenny Chesney "Live Those Songs" see related

Well this weekend was pretty fun. Me and Erica headed up to Grand Raipds together for our softball tournament. We jammed to some N' Sync, Backstreet Boys and we threw in a little Temptaions and what not into the mix. So after making friends with some Mexicans on the expressway, picking up a guy in his "Stang" and making a few wrong turns we finally made it to our destination...The GRAND Inn...I'll be the first to tell you it wasn't so "Grand." It smelled like dried piss, the lights were dim, and everything in it looked like it came from the 80's. Now if you know me at all, you know my phobia of hotels. I saw a special on 20/20 a few years ago, and they examined a hotel room and it was aweful. Basically, it's a possibilty to get pregnant just sitting on the bed. Grossss! It's seriously so rotten. Anyway, once we got to the hotel, all the girls...(OLD women) wanted to go out. So we got our drink on...mind you, these women are about the age of my mom. They are cool as hell though...So we went out to a bar, and dumb Mary forget her fake ID, so I got branded with 2 laaarge "X"s on my hand...how embaressing...so I scurried to the bathroom and washed that shit off, but I sitll couldn't drink becuase they bouncer was being a piece of shit and checking on me and my other friends who happened to be underage. Bullshit I tell ya! So we all got back to the hotel around 2, went to bed, woke up at 7, and played 3 games right in a row in about 90 degree heat. I wanted to die. I was dehydrated from alcohol consumption the night before, tired from lack of sleep, hungry from not eating in about 20 hours and to top it all off, I had cramps!!! So yeah, it was wonderful. Then after the game, we packed up the car and I drove 4 hours home. It was the middle of the day and my eyes seriously were dozing off. They felt like they weighed approximetly 2489842 lbs. I could barely stay awake. I came home, went to bed at 7:30....Got woken up around 1:30 and talked on the phone for a bit, then woke up at 12:30 this afternoon....soooo I got about 16 hours of sleep. Not to shabby huh?

So I was told last night how I overanalyze too much...Like I jump to conclusions about things, which is true, I do. So today, just for shits and giggles, I decided to read my horoscope, and it said...

"Make up your mind and take a chance! Caution has its place, but there is such a thing as overanalyzing. Today, you need to just take the plunge -- even if you don't have all the facts."

Anyway, the rest of my day will prolly consist of unpacking all my shit, maybe showering, and prolly work on my tan somehow or another...I'm disgusting looking every since I decided to stop tanning. Anyway, that's all. I'm outtie. Peaceeee!

Well, I've been sorta busy lately...normal bullshit with a little on the side. Today was pretty stressful, so after my softball game I went down and sat at the boardwalk around 9:00 and 4 hours later I came back. I came back with some closure to something that has been bugging me for months now, along with a load off my chest, all the hair on my armed burned off and a shot ego. It's so amazing to me how just talking about shit with someone is so therapeutic....Also may I add this is someone who I wrote out of my life months ago. Feels good to have him back, even if it's just a friendship. He showed me a lot tonight....He showed me that I'm settling for less, and I'm taking what I can get which isn't what I want. I'm settling for someone who really doesn't listen to me even if they pretend like they are, and who doesn't want to be there for me when I'm having what has qualified as one of the worst days of my life...They rather just be at the bar. I learned what a good friend is all about, and that's someone who will let me talk their ear off about MY problems even after we've had endless quarrels and don't necessarily see eye to eye on everything. It's also someone who took time out of their busy day to drive a long ways to acutally see me becuase they wanted too, not because they felt obligated to. It's nice to be on the other end of the line for once, and let someone be there for me, rather then me having to be there for someone else.

Anyway, enough of that. This weekend I get/have to go to Grand Rapids for a slow pitch softball tournament. Isn't that gay? I thought so too. The only reason I'm going is because this is unfortunately the only sort of vacation I've had in a while and it's much needed, especially after the way this week has gone.

So anyway, I suppose I should go to bed now, only to be woken up in a few moments to get bitched at for being in a "bad" mood...so considerate...Love it! Bastard! Good night all