So, yes, the brilliance that is me keeps rearing its ugly head. I'm hoping I've finally got it underwraps, but here's an update since my ragey post last night:
Due to my extreme state of being pissed off, I got on gay.com with the sole purpose of going out and having meaningless sex with a stranger. I'm pretty sure I had just set up a 3-way, so I went up stairs to leave. Of COURSE my mother had to still be awake, and reminded me I had to be at work in 5 hours. I said I realized that, got a drink, and returned to the basement to figure out what I was going to do. I decided to slip out a teeeny tiny window, then go around and hop in the car. Well, I ended up making so much noise trying to open the damn thing that my mother came downstairs and bitched at me for trying to sneak out to which I yelled back at her that she was being naggy and bitchy and that I could do whatever I wanted to . . .
She eventually went back up stairs and I, fuming even more, got back on the computer to tell the 2 boys that I would not be coming over. Then I went into my room and listened to Sarah until I finally fell asleep.
I woke up in the morning, still very pissed off, and decided that I was going to be sick today. So, instead of getting ready for work, I went to the bathroom and shoved a toothbrush down my throat for an hour to make myself puke. Well, I didn't succeed, but I did cough up a LOT of blood. Anyway, I told my dad I felt sick, and so I went back to bed. Until 8 in the evening. Yes, that was definintely 16 hours in bed. And my toothbrush doesn't appear to be in any condition to put back in my mouth.
Now, I am well aware now how incredibly stupid all those actions were. (/sarcasm) Gee Eric, let's vent frustration with boys by fucking 2 strangers! That will solve so much and make people respect you even more! Not to mention sneaking out will make your parents trust you and be willing to let you be more independent. I mean, if you're old enough to fuck strangers when you should be sleeping for work,, then you're old enough to do anything at all!(/endsarcasm)
Ohhhhh boy . . . I hate fucking up. I really do. It's not like I went out to fuck up. I was just so . . . emotional that nothing mattered. I seem to get that way a lot . . . which is not a good thing. You see, my medicine prevents that, but I've been out of medicine for a little while b/c my parents couldn't afford a refill . . .
So, at 8:00, I was woken up and told I had a phone call. At first I was just irritated because I didn't want to deal with anyone, but when I got to the phone, it was Jacob, and for some reason dealing with Jacob seemed ok. I dunno why. Anyway, Jacob came from Lincoln to hang out. And being in the pissy mood I was in, I decided to do what I always do to cheer myself up. I spent money.
I treated Jacob to a late dinner at the Olive Garden because he told me he'd never been there before. (Don't worry Kori, I'll take you too! But it has to be your FIRST time. So you can't go till I take you!) Anyway, this wasn't just a dinner. This was a feast. We both went all out, and it ended up being a $45 meal. Plus tip . . .
Then we went to Wal-Mart, where I decided to continue my spending spree. I bought underwear for the hell of it. It was shiny and had dragons on it. And I found a shiny pair of blue boxers with Gryphons on them, so I got them for Steve. I also bought the new Alanis Morrisette CD because . . . I dunno . . . I heard it was good. And I told Jacob to pick out a movie for us to watch, so I bought Big Fish too. So, I speant $60 at Wal-Mart. There goes $100 in one night . . .
I also ran into Katie, Todd, Amanda Jayn, Nick, and a Katie Baker. It was exciting and completely unexpected. I turned a corner, saw Nick, and literally screamed. It was really loud, and I think I scared some small Mexican near me. But yes, it was good to see them. Yay!
Oh, and before Jacob and I left my house, I won a 17" flatpanel monitor off e-bay. I waited until 1 minute before the auction ended, and I bid for it, and was the top bidder. Not a second after I saw the little "Bid confirm" message pop up from my toolbar, but an out bid notice popped up RIGHT after it. I was all, "uh UH~! No you DIDN'T, BITCH!!!" and promptly upped my bid by $50 and won the auction. The fugger actually bid again, but bid $5 less than my max bid. So, while he pushed the price up another $25, I still beat the fugger. tAKE THAT, BIOTCH!!!
So, the monitor price ended up being $350. Plus another $50 for shipping and handling(I swear the only way people make money off e-bay is the INSANE shipping and handling fees), So, my grand total spent today comes out to around $500. How's that for a post-depression shopping spree?
Interesting how I only have $409.00 in my checking account . . . But I suppose I haven't paid for the monitor YET . . . I still have a few days to do that. And I get paid on Monday, so it shouldn't be too bad . . .
I've given up on the car. There's no way I'll be able to afford liscence, registration, insurance, gas, and a car payment during the school year. It'd be pointless to even try. So, no car for another year. I guess I'll just save up (or at least try to) and see what I can come up with after I graduate.
And an update on the Sarah Concert: I misinterpereted Kori's answer, so now that Emily is officially going with me, I'm looking for 2 more tickets. Kori legitimately wanted to go, but I misunderstood her, so it wouldn't be fair of her not to get to go. Thus, I feel guilty, and thus I am buying 2 more tickets. I mean, I won't be able to get a 3rd ticket next to the two I already have, and Kori needs someone to sit by, so I'm getting 2 more tickets. And I think the 4th is already claimed by Jacob. I just may need some assisstance in buying the other 2 tickets since they'll be even more expensive thant he first ones as its much closer to the concert date. Hell, the 1st two came to $145. The cheapest I can find for 2 more is $160 . . . And I love my friends, but DAMN! So yeah, if Kori and Jacob are willing to pay for half the tickets, I'll get them.
And, finally, Gary is still talking to me. I don't know why. I've told him I don't want to talk to him. I blatantly said it. But here he is, still telling me about his day and being playful and flirty like nothing happened . . . I really don't know why I haven't blocked him yet . . . Probably because I'm an idiot . . .
