Labor Day Weekend is too long

Originally I was going to go up north for the extended weekend but that kind of fell through so instead I waitressed on Friday and was responsible and went home after making all kind of money. It was a ridiculously busy night to be a server which meant bitchy customers, lots of sweat, and other cranky coworkers. BUT on the upside it meant lots of money. Saturday I finally took my cat, Wino, to the vet. I've had her for just about a year and I just got around to getting her shots...which they have to give her in the butt. I almost fainted watching that. It would have been the TB test all over again. Once I went with my ex boyfriend for a TB test and the nurse had me come in and hold his hand because he was scared. Well after he was done, they thought he was going to faint so they were holding him up and the next thing I know, I had passed out on the ground and hit my head on the bed going down. Yes...true story. After the vet, I went out to celebrate my cousin's 21st birthday with my family (mind you we already celebrated earlier this week...which turned into a bunch of us going to a real classy strip club (yes this is my life (awkward i know))) So we went out for some dinner with my cousins, one of their girlfriends, my uncle and his girlfriend. My family loves to drink. So we of course go to another bar after that before heading to Water street to meet my dad (yup true story) and his friends. AND HIS GIRLFRIEND (let me tell you how awkward this is). This is my dad's first girlfriend since my mom died and i'm learning to deal with it, she's a nice lady and all but the whole idea of it still really sucks. But anways we went to this little irish bar on Water street so we could celebrate my cousins birthday again all together. It was a fun time...of course we stayed out till bar time though which is too late because my coworker invited me to a marathon bus pub crawl thing on Sunday which began at 11 AM. Starting to drink at 11 AM is not the best idea. But we thought it was going to be "sooooo fun." We got t-shirts and everything!!!! Well anyways, we made it until 10 PM and then a bouncer would not let us into the next bar even though i was adamently trying to convince him of multiple reasons why we should be allowed in. His reponse? And you just slurred that ENTIRE sentence. And my coworker was dancing on the sidewalk while I was arguing (what I thought was SUCH a good case haha). So we went home and went to bed. THEN Monday = junk parade in the town from where I am from. It's the most white trashtastic thing you will ever see. A bunch of hicks in their junky shit...in a parade. YES. So I did that and then went to bed around 6 PM and slept for a good 12 hours...success! GOAL? Take a small break from drinking...but if you refer back to my last post that never works out. Maybe I'll just give up boys instead...they're stupid anyways right? Now that its Tuesday I'm back to my responsible life of work and Insanity (which is KILLING me!) Clearly I could not do insanity yesterday so that was my day off. Wish me luck!

Seven Things A Twentysomething Can Do « Thought Catalog

Seven Things A Twentysomething Can Do « Thought Catalog

Being a twenty-something is weird.

Read the blog that I posted before this...its pretty comical and completely accurate to my life. My anxiety level is definitely out of the roof...anyone that knows me very well would label me as a bit neurotic.. I tend to overanalyze everything and worry constantly. I have tried to change that as I have matured...although I think it has only gotten worse with age, instead of the reverse. As I sit here blogging (on a Friday night mind you..yes I am THAT cool tonight) I am already overanalyzing this blog. The other thing about that blog that made me laugh is the part where we change our minds...on ourselves....i'm never drinking again and then two days later we're off to the next party with our friends. That is exactly true even though every morning you wake up after a long night of drinking you tell yourself you will never put your body through that again...only to turn around and do it again a week later. On dating...one minute you're totally into someone and the next you find someone that totally annoys you. I don't date first of all. I get awkward around boys. I like to think I just spend time with boys. I also tend to run away from anyone that likes me. I am not sure why I do this, it is an awful habit that I have developed because I am probably running away from potentially amazing opportunities. I get all nervous and weird when it comes to commitment...which is kind of ironic considering I was in a relationship with someone FOREVER (or it felt like). So instead I just hang out with people until they get too mushy and awkward and then I run away (so beware). Maybe someday I will find the person that makes me want to stay. Talk about sex more than having it..that's funny and probably true. Again with dating...you have to put yourself out there which could lead to rejection...etc and who wants to deal with awkward oh my god is it okay conversation anyways. Not saying it's not worth it...just that we can't all be like Chelsea Handler and write a book about our horizonal life and make it okay. :) Or be an ass like Tucker Max and really not give a shit about anything (which would be nice sometimes...hey?). OH P.S. I did learn how to take this blog off of my twitter in case any of my BFF's were wondering...so no randos will know too much about me!! In other news...my life is still a bit of a mess. I dropped my keys down the elevator shaft after doing a 5 K for work so I had to wait for someone to come dig them out of the scary basement elevator part. My phone broke a couple days after that so I had to get a new one. I got another parking ticket (go figure). I don't really flinch anymore when things like this happen...I figure that for all the bad (or negative luck) that I have...there HAS to be something amazing coming my way...right? RIGHT? Well hey on the bright side...I don't live above Nana in a one bedroom in bunk beds with three people and a cat anymore!!

They thought I was a cat

So this weekend I went with my roommate to her sisters 21st birthday party at her family's house. Her parents have come to visit a couple of times in Milwaukee and everytime I was gone for various reasons so they were beginning to think I was a cat and did not really exist. So upon my arrival...I announced that I did, in fact, exist..but her grandma...who they call grandma sugar just could not remember my name all night so kept just calling me Kitty...which translated into everyone calling me Kitty. I actually stopped responding to my real name and only would answer to Kitty. Her family was a riot though and were all up to party until 2 AM minus her grandma had to cut her short around midnight. Then we went to a wedding the next night..after celebrating her sisters birthday two nights in a row (and I also went out for another birthday on the evening before that) and then to top of it off with a wedding. I am lacking sleep and drank way too much. I am clearly too old to drink and not sleep for that many days in a row, but I did have a good time. Then on the drive home...I was driving my roommates car and the gas pedal got stuck while the cruise control was on...which resulted in the car speeding up to 110 mph and I could not brake or turn the cruise off or get the gas pedal unstuck. The engine was also not shifting so it was just about red lining....we thought we were going to die. Then all the sudden I slammed on the gas pedal and it came loose. SO needless to say I really am bad luck in a car. Now this weekend is my friend who was in Americorps birthday party..which we are having in Milwaukee at our apartment and it is going to be princess themed and I am going to try to make it to State Fair at least once.

There are never three lanes on a city street

So I had to testify for the Wauwatosa police department because the guy that hit me in the BMW with his SUV was contesting the ticket that the police officer gave him for unsafe lane deviation. After waiting for an hour for the case trial to be called, the guy (representing himself) tried to tell the judge that there were three lanes and he was in the right lane (possibly the middle) and the accident was caused by me. His only cross examination question to me was what time I had to be to work that day (he was trying to prove I was speeding...I was in second gear...the light JUST turned green). This was also after the police officer told the judge that in his police report the guy admitted he was slowing down to look at the price of gas and decided at the last second the price was low enough and made last minute decision to go into the gas station.....(FROM THE LEFT LANE...INTO ME!) Judge thought he was crazy and told him no matter what he has to look over his shoulder before making a right turn...so found him guilty. WIN WIN. Cop thanked me and asked if I needed a walk to my car...just in case this guy wanted to pummel me after getting his money from his insurance and now with my testimony causing him to pay his damn fine. I told the cop with a smile, i'd be just fine...and made sure the stupid guy in the Yukon saw my nice fixed up BMW drive away! Oh interesting stories! Then I made sure to rush over to my married friends new house in Butler to watch the Bachelorette...I had to make sure to make it for hot JP...who if she does not choose him...I will find him and I WILL marry him. So everyone knows out there...he IS MINE. Now I must get off to bed since I have been crazy lately and have been getting my ass up for 6 AM runs.

Good day to Skydive!

Today I went skydiving..it had been something that my cousin and I had been talking about for the past couple of years. It was his first time on a plane and he jumped off it..the adrenaline rush was insane. I live for that kind of thrill..which makes me a bit nervous. I was not nervous at all until half of my body was hanging out of the plane and the guy I was jumping with pushed me out of the plane..but the free fall from 14,000 feet was surreal. I even remembered to pull the parachute out at the right time...so I am definitely wanting to do it again..I think next time we are going to go solo! It is very expensive though..which boggles my mind..we paid $140 to possibly die?! Which we watched a video explaining that we could, in fact, die from jumping out of a plane...no....really?! I could have gone 50 more times after that though...I LOVED IT! I am trying to live my life at the seat of my pants these days...Arkansas...sure? Skydiving..why not? So I am going to NYC with 5 of my girlfriends in October...we are staying in a hotel right in Times Square. I am unbelieveably excited for it...i'm sure it will be ridiculously expensive but definitely worth it. I hope to get down to Washington D.C. again to visit my BFF as well...and hopefully Denver when my other friend moves out there! I love having friends all over the country to visit...and obviously Michigan to visit my lesbian lovers soon. I am finally going to hang out with the girls that work at my gym..they are super nice and have constantly tried to make plans with me but I suck as a human being and am always busy...so today we are going to sit out on a patio and have a few drinks. I am running on three hours of sleep and my married friend invited me to Harry Potter...how I wanted to go with her...that sounds sooo much more fun than drinks and dinner BUT I am being moral and ethical (I think thats what she said..but that sounds odd to me), I think I have just ditched them too many times. I hope someday I'm rich and famous like Chelsea Handler. She's so funny. I told my coworker that when I become rich and famous I will hire her as my personal assistant and pay her $31,000 a year (thats $1,000 more than we make now) but I will also hire her a sexy pool boy to stare at). So I gotta get on the whole famous thing..then maybe the rich thing will follow. I have alot more funny things to write in here...I'm just nervous about who will eventually read them. Code names work I suppose?

The dumpster man calls me "Little One"

So since my seemingly interestingly life usually involves car issues...I will begin my blog with that. I drove my friends to our volleyball league (yes me in a volleyball league...and no I am not good..the boys usually crowd around me anytime the ball comes in the vicinity of me) and my car (the ghetto red Jetta) sounded like an airplane. We ignored it, I told them it was diesel and that it was fine.. (I wasn't convinced. There was alot of screaming and yelling to turn early which led me to almost hit a bicyclist (oops)...but I dropped them off and my roommate and I made it back safely. The next morning I got up and the car sounded even more like an airplane but...more like a broken airplane...so I called my superhero mechanic dad who advised me to drive it out to his house (mind you I'm leaving for Arkansas (yes I said Arkansas) tomorrow. So I drive it out...to my surprise I get to drive the BMW that JUST got fixed from being all smashed up. So I'm obviously delighted seeing as I have an extreme need for speed and a bit of a lead foot. I happily hop in the car and speed along my way to Milwaukee (safely of course). Then I get to work and I get a call from the Wauwatosa Police Officer who was on the scene of the accident with the BMW...apparently I am being supeoned to be a witness for him because the guy that hit me is contesting the ticket that he received of unsafe lane deviation...ARE YOU KIDDING ME? The guy went from the left lane into the right lane with no turn signal to try to turn into the gas station and HIT me..so anyways its going to trial and I am required to testify on behalf of the police department. My life is so weird. Then this weekend I went to Arkansas to visit my friend that is serving in Americorps...she lives in a farmhouse (she is more of a city girl) in a ridiculous poor part of Arkansas. But she is doing good service work with at risk kids down there at a summer camp which was great to see....hits the social worker in me. More later...