Leaving tomorrow for Ghani's and hoping I don't forget anything. Will get one more drinking practice in tonight to assist Kara in her goal to drink her weight in Guiness.
Got the jorb at Ms. Xtremes. Seems like a much nicer place to work, with other Rose kids working there as well and Rose paraphanalia on the walls. Nothing ISU.
My last night at the Terminal, friday, was great. I realised that it didn't matter if I helped with waitress duties, sat and talked with friends, or stole other people's tables- what would they do to me? Fire me? HA!
Talked to C, and she said that Ms. Xtremes is opening a dance club on its top floor, hiring waitresses, and paying more $$/hour than the Terminal, plus tips. She talked to them Saturday, I called them today and have an appointment tomorrow to talk to the manager.
Noticed that the foot fetish guy was back Friday.
The end of the evening was capped off by a table of girls I didn't know telling me that I was the best waitress they'd ever had there and got severely pissed off when I told them it was my last night. Declared they'd never go there again if they were going to treat good people like that.
Made my day.
First, went to Target Saturday and got a size 8 jeans (usually get a 10) and a small shirt (instead of medium.)
But, Saturday morning, Indy was very foggy. So much so that I drove past the road, in the wrong direction, and found the building on the third pass by it. (Little late.)
The Tryout consisted of agility drills, 40-yard sprint, and throwing and catching. I mentioned that I can punt and I did that before catching and throwing and the coach told me, right then, to pick up a schedule for camp.
Didn't finish out the tryout. I'm in.
Today's been absolutely delicious. Went over to the Boy's after work last night and stayed up talking until 6 am or so, slept in, put the dog outside and got some work done, then off to Sonka's for a late lunch followed by a nap and a snuggle.
Now I'm off to my last night at Jorb[1] and football tryouts. Meeting a friend in L'ville tomorrow night for some drinks.
Countdown to Ghani, where we can really celebrate my sucessfully gaining unemployment- 5 days.
If anybody ever wanted to come visit me while working, Tonight's (Friday's) the night to do it. It's my last night.
Got laid off when I showed up Thursday night.
Lately, I've been talking about working out, lifting, etc... and all of this is for Saturday's tryouts for Indiana Speed, a WPFL team in Indy. Unfortunately, I have to work Friday night and the field's on the far side of Indy. Here's to hoping I don't fall over...
Friday night at jorb[1] seemed like it was wierdo night. Must've been a special that I didn't know about, and they all sat in my section.
- Guys that drank bitch beer, got wasted on 4, then danced like crazy, cutting their hand on the floor
- Three guys calling me gorgeous and one asked for a blowjob. Told him to ask his friends for one.
- Creepy old dude who drank 1 bitch beer and tried to buy drinks for random girls at the bar. They all turned him down.
- Guy who wanted to know if:
a. I have a boyfriend (yes)
b. If he satisfies me in every way (yes)
c. If he eats my pussy like no tomorrow (I left at that point)
- Guy asking for my phone number, then threw up on the floor. Kicked him out.
- Older man with a homemade shirt declaring that he loves feet and has a foot fetish.
An informative site on weight training for women, including great pictures on the correct and incorrect forms of doing the lifts, nutritional information, and common sense.
She's a heavy promoter of squats, so I'll add them to my routine today.
Him: They have my tab behind the bar right now. Get it and bring me one more CV on it, then close it out. I'll give you the tip the bar would have gotten.
Me: What's your name?
My hands are still tinged with green after serving up so much green beer last night.
I did have my heart set on Gernal Tso for lunch today, since Spuddo said that you can get it with tofu and it's twice the amount of food as chicken Tso. But he was a slap and slept in this morning. We were only up until 5ish, drinking, eating cheese, playing Halo, and watching bad softcore porn.
me: I think I'm drunk, but I also think you're cute. Does this mean we're dating?
The Cute Boy: Do you want to talk about this when you're drunk?
me: ok. Then what's your position on threesomes?
TheSpark's compatability test. Apparently, I'm half-cocked, a Random Brutal Sex Dreamer(RBSDf) under username Palila, with my aol account. What's your sign, big boy?
Mom gave me 2 iTunes codes and a mission today: pick out 2 songs for her friend. Something bright and breezy, woman-friendly, Lilith-Fair-type songs. No rap, heavy metal, more like empowerment ballads, jazzy girl-band, happy but strong rock 'n roll.
Any suggestions?
Yesterday, the mall apparently sponsored Law Enforcement Day with representatives from every police branch having a booth. The correctional facility had a cell, the environmental team had a boat, the meth team had all the chemicals and the rocess to make meth...
Then I went to wal-mart. They had the red TeleTubby playing with the kids. Not any others, just the red one, with an exceedingly bad, plastic face that didn't *quite* fit into the costume. When I left, the TeleTubby had given up playing with the kids and was just sitting on a bench.
It tough when your friends don't like you anymore, isn't it?
After a crap day Wednesday, I awoke Thursday morning and decided, "I'm ready to start dating again. I'm ready to put it all on the line, accept somebody's quirks, rearrange my schedule, demand breakfast, and ready to get seriously hurt again."
Had a bit of a crap day Thursday. Not too bad, really.
Thursday night, watched girly movies with co-work[0]er QK, got a bit into the wine and vodka, called HS, went to Sonka's. QK saw a former Solar Phantom teammate, I thought he was cute, introductions all around, got his number, gave him mine, had some more quarter beers and all walked back to the DSP house by way of T's. Played some pool (think there was a game of topless pool, but those details are a little sketchy,) walked back to The Cute Boy's car at Sonka's, watched "Sliding Doors" at my apt. (he watched, I fell asleep on his leg with no drooling, fortunately,) woke up at both the end of the movie and dawn.
Then I had yet another crap day on Friday so I left for L'ville for the night, went out to dinner with Aunt S, watched the entire last season of "Sex and the City," and ate too much frozen DQ chocolate. And The Cute Boy called.
I have a date on Tuesday.
The owner today at job[1] pulled me aside today to tell me that I'm doing a poor job waiting tables, listing several things that I need to "start doing," like being unafraid of people, smiling, putting ketchup, mustard, and silverware on tables, and other things that I apparently don't do. Because of this, I've been demoted back to training. The customers tell me I do a great job, tip well, and I have yet to have someone ask me for silverware. Any way to tell the owner I disagree with her, without getting fired?
I really do like this time of year, when the fields are flooding and muddy from the melting ice that you can still find in the north-facing gutters and the sun shines enough to make the chocolates in your car squishy. It feels almost warm enough to wear a tank top with heavy boots, but take a sweater for when the sun drops behind a cloud and a heavier jacket for night, when the temerature still falls below freezing. It doesn't look like spring yet and we still might get one more good snow, but this time stolen from Old Man Winter is precious and the smell of good, wet earth takes me back to the mountains.
I want to go home.
Freezepop-land! for your listening pleasure. I'm digging on "Here Comes A Special Boy" today.
Plus, they're mac people.
..Squeaky clean, standing on the drum machine...
1. Don't outwardly care if you get her in bed. No pressure on her.
2. Make sure your bedroom, at least, is clean. And that you have sheets on the bed. Fold that huge pile of clean clothes. If your room doesn't look clean and inviting, she doesn't want to be there.
3. Don't ever say, "I'll be the best you've ever had." 100% of the time, she will laugh at you. And you don't need to set yourself up for disappointment like that.
4.Remember: if you're the first she's ever had, you're also the worst she's ever had.
5. If you're both naked and she's laughing, but not putting her clothes back on, that's ok. She's happy.
6. Personalize your speech- Not, "I haven't slept with a woman in so long" but, "I want to sleep with you."
7. If she's doing something to you, try making noises to indicate that you like it. Silence and slurping sounds do not make a sexy environment.
8. Play music in the background, to try and cover up the noises of your housemates and to hide your noises from them. If she wants to be vocal, don't set her up for embarassment later.
9. Tell her she's beautiful/hot/sexy/[your compliment here.] Chances are, she's insecure about her body to begin with and getting naked is always scary. If you can't say something nice with sincerity, you probably shouldn't sleep with her.
10. Take your socks off.
