Whaaaaat?

Wow, it’s been almost a month since I’ve written a blog. Right now I’m sitting watching America’s Next Top Model in my living room. It’s fabulous.

Soooo....I go to Wal-mart about a week ago to get a movie from the Red Box. This guy starts talking to me and next thing you know he's going to his car to write his number down for me since I don't have my phone. While I'm waiting for him to come back, this guy from work, Dustin, insists that I go with him into the store. I go with him and insist that we must leave out of a different door and go around Wal-mart to avoid this guy. Dustin wants McDonald's and then by the time he eats it's been like 30 minutes. I think I'm safe, so we go out the entrance I met this guy at. Outside, I pass this guy and feel the need to say hello after I ditched him and ran off with some other guy. All he says is, "I guess you got what you wanted", like implying that I was just walking around Wal-mart waiting to be picked up by someone I thought was hot. Anyway, it was super awkward and I felt guilty for hours afterward. Karma is definitely gonna get me.

I went to French Quarter Festival over the weekend. Well not actually the Festival, because that ends at like 10pm and I didn’t go down there till about 11 or 12. I went with this guy that used to work at the pizza place, Jake. We went to this place called the Dungeon, where a bunch of goth people hang out, but it was pretty cool. I overheard this conversation while I was in the bathroom with these two guys talking about what a turn-off certain shoes are and how bright red heels look terrible or something. All I know is I was super pissed for some reason and wanted to punch these guys in the face, mainly because they were fat and unattractive and had no room to be judging anyone. Or maybe it was because I was wearing grungy flip-flops and then felt self-conscious, haha. So then, Dustin shows up at the bar out of nowhere. In the next hour, him and Jake get into like 3 separate arguments and then Dustin ran off. It was super weird, and way too dramatic for men.

Anyway, I’ve been pretty stressed because public school ends in like 4 weeks, which means substitute teaching and tutoring will stop. Of course I’m still applying to jobs, but it’s scary because I will have nothing to do except work at the stupid pizza place. The job market just keeps getting smaller and smaller.

My one roommate is driving me crazy. I’m kinda nervous to write about this because I feel like the wrong person might read it. Oh well, whatever. So I come home today and his girlfriend is popping his back zits in the living room. First of all, that’s completely fucking disgusting. Second, if you’re going to do that, at least go into the privacy of your room. And when they have sex, she sounds like a crying baby or a cat or some weird animal. It’s so nasty, especially considering she’s in high school.

So, last but not least, I officially joined match.com. It’s funny, I know. I’ve always checked out those dating sites to see who’s on there, but had never considered becoming a real member. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing, where I was just like fuck it, let’s do it. I’m hoping this will bring great stories to tell everyone.

This is definitely an A.D.D blog.