Holey Shite it's Friday already
hmmm...what did I do last friday
oh yeah
SO
I worked that Wednesday and Thursday, and Kris a thiry something best buddy of james..
Kris- married James' older sister Kira. She was 18, he was 26..(?) They did a couple of menage a trois which eventually led to a divorce. Kira is now with Kelly and has two children. Kris is single and lonely but glad he is no longer with Kira..I think. Plus, he is now a manager at a beauty supply shop seeing that he is a hairstylist (and now a licensed cosmetician) and is happy with that (his company just gave him a cruise to Cozumel which he enjoyed greatly)
Kris had to stop by the southeastern headquarters of the beauty supply shop which is right across the street from where we live. While waiting on picking up James from work around six, Kris and I decide to stop at the Book Dispensary (A "Living Room" without the coffee shop, only better aka I found a 1920's chemistry textbook from harvard that has lotsa nifty things in it). There is a new girl behind the counter and next thing I know Kris is flirting all out on this chick. I walk away looking at the books when Kris walks out with a complete Dune original series and a signed book that was fifty dollars. Next thing I know he's telling me in the car how he paid ten dollars for the lot of it and a haircut. A haircut? Yes, the girl he was flirting with needed a haircut, and Kris had the tools to do it. He was also looking for a potential relationship/sex. So we pick up James from work and get a call from this girl asking if we'd like to eat out first, and then we're at this small ale house from the 1800's (old brick and everything seat yourself bar wench kinda deal) and there is a great little jazz band in the corner and the three of us discover that this woman is a) not the brightest bulb on the marquee and b)annoying beyond belief. It soon started when the let us all know how much of a veagan she was (Kris, by the by is a carnivore and ordered a meat platter before she ordered her ceasar dressing hold the cheese salad) She was an english major at USC, and, of course, finds herself in an argument over something with James who keeps trying to bring it back to Kris, but no, she keeps wanting to flirt with/argue with him. She has also had several glasses of white wine in her system (turns out she's 25). After this whole ordeal at the hunter gatherer (which I should go back to, made a mean sausage and peppers) James and I decide that since the haircut has been planned at our house (She offered our house "I have pot!") we're going to let Kris drive back with her, so he can help her with directions. Car ride, james describes how much he don't think he can stand her or her overbearing perfume (which did manage to find my nostrils across a bar room), and we're at our house. Now, mind you, we don't have any chairs. Hell, our "dinner table" is an old trunk of James' that holds all of our movies, but we make due. We have one rolly chair that is half broken, and we pull out a bedsheet on the ground underneath it to catch the hair. I realize that I stil have half a bottle of merlot left in the fridge from thanksgiving (drunken vegetables...everyone was pretty crazy that nite) that I offer her and she sips the whole thing from a plastic teacup my mom gave me from a garage sale. She's sitting there, and Kris is about to cut her hair when I ask the wrong question "Do you ususally come to stranger's home and drink liquids?" aka I mean, well, c'mon you'd have to be well anyway. So there it is. A stranger girl/woman moaning in the middle of our living room floor while Kris is cutting away at her hair, and I begin to ask questions from a mensa puzzle book. This will explain her brillance: james asks the question "what food do you throw away the outside, eat the inside, eat the outside, throw away the inside?" instaneously I say loud enough for I thought everyone to hear "an ear of corn?" and james nods and is about to grab another one when the girl goes "oo, this is tough, um" thirty minutes later "oh oh wait! an olive? no...hmm.....I know! An Onion! Oh yes yes an onion!" and james utterly miserable at this point goes.. "Yes, an onion can fit that" and by then she's finished with her haircut, and gives Kris 30 dollars for the haircut because she is not sober, and I'm worried cause she's driving home, but later Kris is like "well if they find her, she'll have a beautiful haircut" (which it was) So here's Kris. He made twenty bucks and basically also got a load of books for free. So where do we go? Correct, Barnes and Noble. We came home crashing after that one. Now, the girl did invite us to a party after the haircut, but even though it was eight we let her know how much sleep we didn't get last night (of course, we never sleep, but eh)
wow, i'm talking alot, oh well.
Last night I was in Agusta, GA; because James dad was in town for teaching plumbing. Got james an interview with plumbing people in Columbia. We drove an hour, found him , went to a Dennys, drove back. It was a nice night.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tu es ma ange.
I gotta get outta here.
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So. My life: I work as a banquet server, so far my most recent evening was catering to a "Life Giving Order Ministry's Christmas Gala" which featured a reverened from the Bahamas and a Prophetess who is unmarried to them even though they have about 13 children. The most awkward part of the evening is when they were giving a sermon and half way through the "reverend" says "and when the white man calls you nigga" and hearing a buncha "amens" and "hallelujahs" and then you realize that you are the only caucasian in a sea of 250 brown (and black) folk. I also like the table of mexican/puerto ricans that they acknolweged by saying "hey zeus" sometimes for their benefits. That was also the first time I saw people having seizures on the dance floor. *Sidenote: unlike my church where we had soloists and sometimes sign languagists to songs, this group had mimes. That's right, full mime gear, kinda cool.
I like working for the Clarion and Pridestaff, but I need to think about what the hell I am doing with my life.
Christmas day was nothing but sex and video games and cuddling. Well spent if you ask me. I made stuffed mushrooms, but they failed. We also had breakfast at a packed waffle house. Christmas eve was great because in the middle of watching a Christmas Story (I picked that one at Ed's a dollar video store across the street from us, jaime picked the last mimzy which was a helluva alot better than I expected) I realized I ate waaay too much and I felt like I was gonna retch. Next thing I know I'm half awake and crying and saying that I'm gonna be fat. And james is going "damn girl, you ate more than me! you ate a whole pizza and 3 strudels!" he then proceeded to calm me down by letting me know that I was just stuffed and that I'm not going to be fat and then I cried back the whole time saying "But why? Why did I eat all of that?" (That being half of an apple and gorgonzola cheese pizza and the other half of a red baron mexican supreme pizza which is basically nachos on a pizza crust)
On the 18th of December my parents gave me stuff I bought when I moved here to Columbia like sponges, and spoons, and brownie mix. No vacuum, no gun. On the plus side, they are paying for my school tuition which if four grand. Due to my scholarships, the end total is 2 grand, so the other two I am putting forth for car insurance *coughjiffylubecough*. James and I are coming out ahead, even if we are giving Brittany money all the time (last "gift" was 350) It's just money right?
Which reminds me, I don't know where I'm headed next. All I know is this:
I want to see the world.
Going to the Oscars in blue jeans would be nice.
I like acting.
I want to be with James no matter what.
and James plans are:
See the world.
Snuggle with Tory.
So we have no idea where the hell we're going. Maybe we should buy a map and some darts....
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So. My life: I work as a banquet server, so far my most recent evening was catering to a "Life Giving Order Ministry's Christmas Gala" which featured a reverened from the Bahamas and a Prophetess who is unmarried to them even though they have about 13 children. The most awkward part of the evening is when they were giving a sermon and half way through the "reverend" says "and when the white man calls you nigga" and hearing a buncha "amens" and "hallelujahs" and then you realize that you are the only caucasian in a sea of 250 brown (and black) folk. I also like the table of mexican/puerto ricans that they acknolweged by saying "hey zeus" sometimes for their benefits. That was also the first time I saw people having seizures on the dance floor. *Sidenote: unlike my church where we had soloists and sometimes sign languagists to songs, this group had mimes. That's right, full mime gear, kinda cool.
I like working for the Clarion and Pridestaff, but I need to think about what the hell I am doing with my life.
Christmas day was nothing but sex and video games and cuddling. Well spent if you ask me. I made stuffed mushrooms, but they failed. We also had breakfast at a packed waffle house. Christmas eve was great because in the middle of watching a Christmas Story (I picked that one at Ed's a dollar video store across the street from us, jaime picked the last mimzy which was a helluva alot better than I expected) I realized I ate waaay too much and I felt like I was gonna retch. Next thing I know I'm half awake and crying and saying that I'm gonna be fat. And james is going "damn girl, you ate more than me! you ate a whole pizza and 3 strudels!" he then proceeded to calm me down by letting me know that I was just stuffed and that I'm not going to be fat and then I cried back the whole time saying "But why? Why did I eat all of that?" (That being half of an apple and gorgonzola cheese pizza and the other half of a red baron mexican supreme pizza which is basically nachos on a pizza crust)
On the 18th of December my parents gave me stuff I bought when I moved here to Columbia like sponges, and spoons, and brownie mix. No vacuum, no gun. On the plus side, they are paying for my school tuition which if four grand. Due to my scholarships, the end total is 2 grand, so the other two I am putting forth for car insurance *coughjiffylubecough*. James and I are coming out ahead, even if we are giving Brittany money all the time (last "gift" was 350) It's just money right?
Which reminds me, I don't know where I'm headed next. All I know is this:
I want to see the world.
Going to the Oscars in blue jeans would be nice.
I like acting.
I want to be with James no matter what.
and James plans are:
See the world.
Snuggle with Tory.
So we have no idea where the hell we're going. Maybe we should buy a map and some darts....
Friday, December 14, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Textbook Prices
Textbook I paid for from the bookstore for this semester: $162.44
Refund prices from school: $30.00
Refund prices from amazon.com (if I choose to sell and if anyone buys): $97.00
Never again shall I buy from the school. Well, I knew that before, but I was too busy moving in the apartment and being with James for the first time in a long time to really notice. But now....ah.
Refund prices from school: $30.00
Refund prices from amazon.com (if I choose to sell and if anyone buys): $97.00
Never again shall I buy from the school. Well, I knew that before, but I was too busy moving in the apartment and being with James for the first time in a long time to really notice. But now....ah.
Friday, December 07, 2007
The "Scoop"
Hi Tory's Mom,
Hey, what's the scoop on Girl Tory Went to School With (Debbie's daughter)? She contacted Friend from gradeschool who movied in the fourth grade whose name begins with J and told her she was so excited she found her best friend from years ago. They played together from time to time, but were never best friends. J even admits it's a bit odd. She just seems to be coming on very strong. She even emailed (myspace) J's best friend, Shawna, and told her she was J's best friend from Myrtle Beach. Odd. She also told J she is doing very well financially. Worked at the Doll House for awhile making $700.00 a night. Now attends Coastal Carolina. What happened to that shy little Grade School Girl I knew from Girl Scouts and TLC???!!
She told J that Dawn (Somebody Else Tory went to School with's mom) is getting a divorce. Her husband is the one that works, or worked, at Allen's auto.
Friend of Tory's Mom
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Is it wrong that my initial thought was "700 a night ain't bad..hmm"?
Honestly, my parents disgust me, I have no idea why they send me this shit.
Oh, I'm a banquet server now, pretty cool I guess, makes 8-11 an hour depending on who it is. Going to the Clarion tomorrow on Gervais. I'm sleepy...
Oh, and thank god that semester is finished with
Predicted Grades:
SOCY-B
ECON-C
MART 110- A
MART 210- A
PHIL- A/B+++
Hey, what's the scoop on Girl Tory Went to School With (Debbie's daughter)? She contacted Friend from gradeschool who movied in the fourth grade whose name begins with J and told her she was so excited she found her best friend from years ago. They played together from time to time, but were never best friends. J even admits it's a bit odd. She just seems to be coming on very strong. She even emailed (myspace) J's best friend, Shawna, and told her she was J's best friend from Myrtle Beach. Odd. She also told J she is doing very well financially. Worked at the Doll House for awhile making $700.00 a night. Now attends Coastal Carolina. What happened to that shy little Grade School Girl I knew from Girl Scouts and TLC???!!
She told J that Dawn (Somebody Else Tory went to School with's mom) is getting a divorce. Her husband is the one that works, or worked, at Allen's auto.
Friend of Tory's Mom
~~~~~~~
Is it wrong that my initial thought was "700 a night ain't bad..hmm"?
Honestly, my parents disgust me, I have no idea why they send me this shit.
Oh, I'm a banquet server now, pretty cool I guess, makes 8-11 an hour depending on who it is. Going to the Clarion tomorrow on Gervais. I'm sleepy...
Oh, and thank god that semester is finished with
Predicted Grades:
SOCY-B
ECON-C
MART 110- A
MART 210- A
PHIL- A/B+++
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