Forget it!

Well Spring Break is now at an end.  I didn't get to blog everyday.  I either wasn't near a computer or was just toooo busy.  I'm gonna say something that is gonna stop the world- Spring Break wasn't long enough.  It flew by wayy too fast.

Sooo where was I?? Oh yeah- Wednesday. 

YOU KNOW WHAT- FORGET IT!

My mind is way tooo preoccupied to how I'm feeling right now.  I'm ready to give up on everything.  I have been in school for 3 years and it has gotten me NOWHERE!  Except for thousands of dollars in loans.  I started out as a Art major.  But they changed when I could barely make it through one drawing class-  You need like 3.  And what was the point of an art degree?  You either have to be amazing at it to make money or teach it.  AND I DON'T EVER WANT TO BE A TEACHER.  That's where 2 of my years went.
So I thought around and decided on Radiological Sciences.  You know like X-ray or Ultrasound.  I wanted to do pre-natal ultrasounds.  But why?  Cause i like babies....  Soooo do you actually do anything with babies? NO!  And do you know how much science AND math you need?  Pre-calulus, Physics, etc...    I can't do anything of that.  I suck at science and I hate math.
And where does that put me?  NOWHERE!  I don't wanna teach.  I suck at history and science.  And nothing else really interests me. 
Why get a degree- just to have one?  Why get thousands of more dollars in debt?  I don't even want a career.  All I really want is to have a family.  I want to be a soccer mom.  I want to have babies and a husband.  I want to have a clean house and do lots of laundry.  I want to drop my kids off at school and then take them to football practice.  I want to have dinner ready for my husband.  I want to be happy, in love, and with a family to take care of.
But No!  As a twenty-something year old, you're expected to be in college.  To be working towards a degree and career.  You need a job!  You NEED a degree!  Do I REALLY?  WHY?!
 I almost cried in French class today cause of alll this.  And I'm getting white hairs.  And I want comfort foods-  fries and fries!  This stressees me outtt! 
So I'm trying to decide what I want.  I don't think I'm going back to school next semester.  I have no drive or ambitions.  I can't do work without a purpose behind it. I don't do things to make someone else happy.  I do it for me. 
I'm working buttt......I need a new job. 
People think I just have it oh so easy.  Just a host. You just sit on your ass and answer phones.  Walk in the park.  Not here.  I would have to say we are one of the strictest restaurants you can work for.  And also one that gets the rudest people- who expect WAY too much.  We are not perfect- we are mostly college age kids just trying to make it through life on our own.  We make mistakes.  Guess what?  We get in a car accident, have a death in the family, ourselves sick, or our hearts broken to pieces- WE STILL HAVE TO PUT A FAKE SMILE ON OUR FACES AND COME TO WORK AND KISS YOUR ASS(BUTT- IF MY MOTHER IS READING).  And oh poor little you who can't find a place to park or have to walk to get here- SO DO I!  I usually have to park blocks and blocks away and walk.  And I usually have to pay each time.  And when I can't find one I take a chance of getting a ticket-  I have had many tickets just cause I had no choice.  And if I have to try to explain to another IDIOT tourist how to drive around a freaking square I might just kill jump of the building.  You see the road continuing on the other side- NOW FOLLOW THE ROAD AROUND TO IT!  Or here's a better idea- just drive through the square, run over a few people, and get arrested so I don't have to waste my time on you! 
The customer is NOT always right- there are limits.  Like loosing my job.  Sorry- but i am NOT gonna break the rules and put my neck on the line just for you and your 80 year old grandmother, or 12 year old daughter, or your boss, or for you jerk who calls and cusses me out, hangs up and then asks for a manager when you come by in person.  And how bout you stop lying and using my name when you come- saying I got you a reservation or said you could get right in.  Do you not think we will remember you?  Or that as hosts we communicate with each other?  AND OPEN UP YOUR FREAKING EARS! ITS K-O-R-Y!  NOT TORY, CARRIE, CORRINE, DORRINE, LORI!
I am seriously gonna kill a tourist soon.  I just want one to cross the line so I can have a legit reason to let out my 3 years of getting cussed out, yelled at, being used, and being told depressing stories.  I go in feeling fine- but then by the end I have a killer headache!  Why do people have to be sooo mean and rude to young college age women over getting into a restaurant?  People cross the line way too often!  There have been times when I have felt unsafe- with a much larger man in my face yelling at me (a young woman just doing my job).    It's not my fault- I didn't make the rules- AND IT'S JUST A FREAKING RESTAURANT!  Go to Kroger- Buy a fried chicken- and EAT YOUR FREAKING HEART OUT! 

Yes I know I should be glad I have a job.  And that I do get paid very well for what I do.  But a lot of the times it just isn't worth the abuse.  So yes- I am still grateful for a job-side note- This is nothing to do with Paula or the Deens or Management.  Just the idiots who come and don't get how or why we run the way we do.  At least we do get people who are really nice, funny, and make jokes with you.  And sometimes will tip you in the bathroom when you give them directions to the mall.

- on a side note-  I feel like giving up blogging already.  Why?  CAUSE EVERYONE BLOGS NOW!  No one wants to read about my stupid life.

Texans Love Card Games

After a long night of cleaning Blueberry's dorm we went to my house to sleep.  I love the color of Comet.  I like the minty green look.  I dosed that shower in it.  It was clean enough to eat off of.  Of course I also cleaned the toilet, sink, counter, floor, and vacuumed the entire dorm.  Plus febrezed everything in sight.

So we woke up and had a pretty uneventful drive down to Jacksonville.  Before this I didn't even know Jacksonville had an airport.  Mark drove down. And I drove back up. I was alittle hesitant about seeing his friend again.  See first time I met his friend he acted like I didn't exist and was kinda a prick.   Barely said hey to me.  It's much better this time.  I think it's cause of his girlfriend.  So I'm Glad. 
Its alittle crazy how alike Blueberry and his friend are.  They are kinda like twins.

Instead of beach on Wednesday, we went today(Tuesday) for about an hour.  It was too cold for the water and pretty windy.  But the tide was going out and it made the beach look cool. 

It was really nice to walk on it.  I made Mark carry me over the deep parts of the water-  too cold for my feet.  Reason we went today is cause tomorrow his friend has to get  his dialysis.  It'll be like four hours.  Wonder what we will do.  I hope they don't try to make me and the girlfriend go do something together.  I don't like awkward things.  She's atleast nice.  Not a stuck up person.

We all went to the dorm after and changed into pjs.  I just got Blueberry's boxers and tshirt.  Problem is I'm wearing a strapless bra so that's a hassle and it's starting to itch.  They started playing card games and I just wasn't feeling like cards so I just watched. 

So today is Monday.  The official first day of the week.  And today a very special and dear day to most college students- THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING BREAK.  I have waited for this week since the first week of school.  And as I drove away from Armstrong I felt the urge to honk my horn and throw papers in the air- but I refrained.

I joined a gym.  The 24/seven fitness gym.  Now if I feel the urge to exercise at  2am I'm good. 

"I was walking by a dry cleaner at 3 a.m., and it said "Sorry, we're closed." You don't have to be sorry. It's 3 a.m., and you're a dry cleaner. It would be ridiculous for me to expect you to be open. I'm not gonna walk by at ten a.m. and say, "Hey, I walked by at three, you guys were closed. Someone owes me an apology. This jacket would be halfway done!"
-Mitch Hedberg

The reasons I joined this gym is cause of all the different locations.  Theres one in the Savannah Mall near Armstrong and Blueberry's work.  There is one downtown near my work.  And one out near my church and another closer to my house.  And my work schedule might have me getting off when it's too late to go to the school gym.  And Hey- right now I don't even know if I'm still gonna be going to school next semester.  

I joined it Friday and used it for the first time yesterday.  I used the tanning bed- which is also 24/7.  It was my first tanning bed experience and I LOVED it.  It was a bit odd though.  I felt like i was getting into a coffin or some bizare futuristic pod.  And I got a pair of those crazy looking goggles.  Oh yeah... it was hot stuff.  Literally.  It was all warm in there-  if you know me like Blueberry does- I get cold easily and i like stealing warmth.  It was my element.  Now I know people are all up and in arms about tanning beds.  But don't worry.  I'm not gonna pull a Jersey Shore.  Just enough to be tan. Maybe eventually I'll get around to actually working out there.

Alot will be happenin' here in Savannah this week.  St Patricks Day and all.  I hate St Patricks Day..... I'm no fan of drunk idiots.  I was hoping to be farrr awayyy.  In the mountains maybe.  But no.  I'm here.
The reason being that Blueberry's bff is coming to visit, along with his girlfriend.  He is super excited so I'm taking one for the team.  I will be playing hostess all week.  We are driving up to JAX airport tomorrow morning- leaving around 7 (whoo hoo).  No certain plans for that day.  But then Wednesday we plan on going to the beach and then an awesome ghost tour that night.  I'm hoping maybe some AJs....  Then you Thursday- that day.  Downtown early of course.  But no drinking- cause his friend is on dialysis- long story short his kidneys just up and quit on him.  And then they leave Friday.

So alot to do today.  Gotta finish Blueberry's million loads of laundry.  And vacuum my car and clean it- since its the main mode of transport all week.  And clean up Blueberry's dorm and get the mattres, towels, and sheets.  And actually work out.
 





This is what I leave you with today.

No One's Gonna Force Me to Sack-Race

Really?? Who would want to eat this??

    Its practicly still alive.  At least its fresh... i guess.

I prefer this

Chicken Artichoke Parmesan on Flatbread

with this

Strawberry Peach Sangria

 Yum!

So this past Monday the French club had a little Mardi Gras thing outside.  Little might be giving it too much credit.  So instead of having French class we met outside.  Our teacher wanted us to help set up and get things going.  I had no prob with this.  It was an amazing day outside.  You might need a lite jacket but in the sun- it was AWESOME.  And also free crepes, crossiants, king cake, and nutella.  You just can't go wrong with that. 

Now these "little" festival things are the type of things you walk by at school and just keep going.  You know the person wants you to come sack-race or buy a necklace.  And you're all "oh sorry. i dont have money" "oh sorry, late for my class".  Hey- I do it everytime. 

So i guess one of the girls in charge was maybe getting flustered or something.  So me and Melissa were just standing by one of the tables and she comes barging over and says "Aren't you part of the french class?! You need to go over and sack-race now!" Whoaaaa.... Calm it down.  And sorry- I have a policy on making myself look like an idiot in public.

So we walked over to where a few other people from class were just standing by the sacks on the ground.  And we both are like- 11:50, ok our obligations are done.  We're gonna go. So we did.  It was definetly the right choice.

But on the flip side- I did actually like some of the jewelry on sale.  It was by Stella & Dot.  They have alot of more earthy looking things which is what I like.  I am not a fan of gaudy or huge sparkly things.  With them you have to go through someone to order it.  But i'd say it was worth it.  I ordered on Monday and got it by Thursday.  I went through the girl in French club and she actually called when the order went through as well as when it got to my house.  She called me before I even was home and knew about it.

It came in a little box.  And inside two smaller boxes- which I thought had cute designs on them.  I got a pair of fresh water pearl earrings-  which are gorgeous.  You can always tell real pearls because they will have small imperfections on them.  If it seems perfect- guess what- it's fake.  And then a wrap braclet/necklace with real turquoise, aventurine, and lemon jasper.  I loveddd the colors.  It has different adjustments which is awesome cause I have freakishly tiny wrists.  Seriously.  Remember that game in elementary school where you see how many times you could get your fingers to touch and that was how many kids you were gonna have?  Lets just say- wow- i could have a TV show.

Maybe I should look into doing it too.  My only concern is getting people to want to buy it.  I don't wanna be one of those Mary Kay people who end up driving you nutso.

 Shout out to my one and only follower- MELISSA!!!(her blog)  I would totally frame your face and put it on the wall if this was a restaurant.

*on a side note here is a text conversation between me any my mother*
 mom- Ive been thnkng bout asking u out. r u free 2 nite?
me- Sorry i already have a boyfriend
mom- He doesnt have 2 know.  or if hes realy open minded he could come 2
me- wow... um ok

Decisions/Giving it a Try

Sitting with Blueberry

Blueberry

at breakfast today in Armstrong's Cafe- a first btw- I started ranting on about how frustrating work is and my future and blah blah blahh...  When I rant (or when I'm tipsy: and sometimes both) I can talk on for hours.  Sometimes about one topic in particular.  And sometimes many different things that are somehow related in a weird way.  And he- being the smart and knowing man he is- suggested that I should blog. 

So here I am.  I am blogging.  Kinda.

I never know where to start these things.  Just like when I have to write a paper.  I usually dive right into the middle of the paper- like how hospitality really screwed Odysseus in the Odyssey with that Cyclops.  Or like with PB&Js and pizza.  And then sometimes- I just don't even touch it.  Hey- it's only 20% of my grade.

And I was never the girl who kept diaries.  I mean I had some... but I'd write a page and forget about and come back a year later and find my weird love songs and thoughts on my confusing love emotions.
But the pressure is off with this-  as the chance of people caring and actually reading are close to nonexistant.  (I can be quiet the self-basher)

    I guess I can take this alone time to figure out how to actually get down with the blog.  Figure out some cutesie little icon or symbol.  Colors.  Font. 

And of course to brainstorm and draft-  because my blog deserves more then the effort I put into school. 

  But I'll at least leave a bit of entertainment-