December 2nd and 3rd, 2009
So, the last couple of days has been dedicated to working at the restaurant and catching up on my life. Work is crazy busy, which is great! I just come home the last couple of days and do nothing but relax. Hey, it's nice to finally have a couple nights to yourself to dedicate to blogging, working on a best friend's wedding, and catching up with friends via phone calls.
So, first and foremost. My stupid occurrences that happened on my date, surprisingly, did not scare Brett NY away. I actually talked to him. I'm shocked because if he pulled that stuff, I would have said see ya' later by ten o'clock! =) Kudos to him. But I still can't help but get excited/nervous every time I walk passed the fire department. I get anxious, hoping I get to see my manly fighter of fires. I'm bound and determined to spark a conversation with him. I just have to think of a good way to do it. No worries. I'm working on it.
Anyways, I thought I was getting pink eye last night. I called my mom. No answer. I called my dad. No answer. Brother. No answer. Now I'm convinced they are just ignoring me, so I get irritated. All I want to know is how to get in contact with my insurance company to see what doctor's I can go to tomorrow morning. I don't want to talk about my day or my life. Just a couple quick questions. So, yes, I'm 25 years old and throw a bit of a tantrum because no one is paying attention to me. I know, I'm pathetic! I'm giving myself the, are you serious? What the hell? Grow up! look right now.
I finally get a hold of my mom and she says she'll call me right back. Liar! Thirty minutes go by, so I call back. I say, "Thanks for calling me back!" in my sarcastic tone I frequently carry in my voice. Okay, little do I know that my dad went to the hospital last night because he had tight chest pains! I was bitching about going blind (when in all actually, wasn't going to happen), and being so overdramatic it's sickening, while my dad is hooked up to EKG machines, getting blood work done, and probably having to pee in every possible cup available. It wasn't until today, when I spoke to my mom and she told me everything, did I realize what a spoiled brat I am!
I can truly admit that and have come to the realization it's true. Sad, but true. I don't like to blame myself. I blame my mother. Sorry mom, but you are the one who made my bed until I graduated college, and did my laundry, cooked my dinner, and bathed me until 24. Haha, jk about the last one! Might as well have. I'm not complaining! I had the life! All I'm saying is the constant attention that is fading is a bit of a smack in the face. I'm learning to suck it up and understanding that Brett truly is their love child and I only matter when they have time for me. When Brett's not busy. ;)
I get really excited today when I Google my name. Yes, I Google my name. Everyone has done it, so don't laugh at me! You know you've done, or I guarantee you, you're going to do it after reading this. You should! It's interesting to see what pops up. I didn't realize that Florida Magazine posted my resume for all to see in cyber space. I don't know how I feel about that, but whatever. It's not accurate either, but oh well. Anyways...my blog is now on the front page! Yay!!!! When I first started, it was on like page 10 or 15, or something outrageous like that. So, I want to thank every single person who reads this! I really appreciate it and I really hope you enjoy it! I try to make it entertaining, but it's pretty easy considering drama and craziness follow me every time I turn my head! It's great, so keep reading!
Note to self: Or this time, should I say, Note to men. When a girl doesn't respond to three text messages, two phone calls, and one voicemail, please get the hint that she isn't interested. Most guys understand this concept, but apparently some 35 year olds don't. Yes, 35 years old. At this point in your life, one would think this concept would be clear to you. I spoke with you once on the phone. I don't like to not respond to you because I do feel bad ignoring you. But what do you say to someone you don't even know, whom you're not dating, and only talked to twice? I don't really know if that counts as justifying an explanation. Please quit the randomness because you're making me feel worse about my ignoring you. What are you suppose to say? I'm sorry, but I'm not interested due to the fact you act like you're my dad, you do the girly "kissy face" poses in your pictures, and your goodnight to me on the phone is you telling me you're going to go say the rosary and then head to bed. I don't know. Maybe I'm a jerk. But someone who likes to look "prettier" and more feminine than me in pictures is not okay in my book!
PLEASE NOTE THE NEXT THREE BLOGS ARE THREE MORE FROM BRETT'S VACATION HERE! PLEASE READ TO SHARE MORE EXPERIENCES OF HIS VACATION! THE LAST THREE WILL BE COMING TOMORROW! ENJOY!