Apparently, I was drunk last night…
August 18, 2007
It only took a total of 10 minutes to move the things I brought up with me into the apartment. How pathetic is that? I really should have brought more but I was hesitant on how much to bring, and I didn’t want to bring any of my personal items such as pictures and stuffed animals because I won’t be there and I figured that would be slightly weird. Maybe I should have brought up more though. Like my printer, I don’t think I’ll be using it anytime soon. Camp is this upcoming Friday and after that I have 3 days to get my ass in gear. I’ll get back on the 30th, but I’ll have to come into the office again on the 31st because Bossman wants to do an evaluation with me so that they have it on hand next year. The very next day is the family party, which is going to be awesome! I can’t wait to see Karen, Daren and the kids! And Joel and Mel of course!
While I was unpacking my stuff, Landlordy told me that they would be in Guelpf on the day I was planning on moving up; the third. He said I could still move on that day, and they would just leave the keys in a place Roomy and I could find so we could get in, or we could move in on the 2nd. Since the 2nd is the day you can get bus passes, Student IDs and text books, I’m thinking I might have to move my stuff up that day, even though I would rather move up on the third, giving me one day to myself. I was hoping to spend the 2nd with Nifty, since our one year is on the 4th and that’s the first day of school for both of us, so clearly we won’t get to spend it together 
but I’m not sure…because I need to get my Student ID and bus pass. And, of course, the rest of my books.
Anyways, Nifty and I got back around 4pm and went to the mall so Nifty could buy some clothes for camping; last year he only packed one pair of jeans, one sweater, and 5 shirts and boxers. This year I’m forcing him to pack better. Hell, I think I’ll pack for him! But he could only find one shirt and then the demon shoes I was wearing almost killed me so we had to leave so I could go buy new cheap shoes. B1’s shoes really are the product of a demon! They appeared to fit, but after a while they suddenly got big on my feet and I kept tripping out of them. Then I slide and almost fell on my ass. Effing demon shoes. While I was buying cheap new shoes at Urban Planet, Nifty was getting his hair cut. It’s so short! He hates it, but I love it! I think it’s hot and I can actually see his face and his gorgeous blue eyes! Just check him out!
He almost didn’t come to the staff appreciation dinner because he didn’t want John to say anything about his hair. But I forced him to come, since I knew Bossman’s girlfriend was going to be there and I predicted Nesha’s boyfriend would be there, and we were going to the restaurant where John’s girlfriend is a hostess. So he came. The girls all loved his new cut, but Bossman told him to grow it back. He was just teasing but I bet Nifty took it to heart.
After dinner, we all went to Nesha’s house. Who would have thought that they would be assholes drunk? Not me. They wouldn’t let me participate in any drinking games because I’m “tiny”, so Bossman’s girlfriend and I amused ourselves taking pictures and drinking the Grape Twisted Vodka she bought. Nifty was included in all of the drinking games, but I was the only one who wasn’t. This pissed me off. I was drinking more sitting there by myself then I would have had they actually included me. I wasn’t even all that drunk, I was still fuming and thinking about what assholes they were, I didn’t approach them about it or get into any fights. Clearly I wasn’t as drunk as they thought. They even took my last bottle away because I was “too drunk”. Apparently a girl can’t use the washroom for BM when drinking, it’s only assumed she’s puking. In reality, the garlic bread and pasta didn’t like my stomach.
I still had a little fun though. We told creepy ghosts stories and Nifty and I scared everyone about my house, since there’s a lot of scary shit here. And I’m not even hungover, so obviously I wasn’t that drunk to begin with. But like I said before, if you have a drink in your hand and you giggle, everyone says you’re drunk. If you just deny it, they will say you’re drunk even more.
Now I should really set up for the volunteer appreciation, which will start in 4 hours at my house. I need to call my co-workers and find out whats going on as far as who is picking up the buns for the BBQ.
August 19th, 2007 at 10:37 am
< ![CDATA[Well, clearly you were drunk. Heh. Hopefully Nifty got lucky, at least.
You should write some posts about your scary house - that sounds interesting.]]>
August 19th, 2007 at 4:46 pm
< ![CDATA[I'm wondering what the scary stuff about your house is.]]>
August 19th, 2007 at 6:43 pm
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unlike you I’m not a complete skank when drunk. Besides, there were several people around us! That’s gross!
Kylah; don’t worry, you’ll hear those ghost stories soon enough!!]]>
August 21st, 2007 at 2:16 pm
< ![CDATA[HEY.......NOBODY PUTS BABY IN A CORNER!!!!!!!!! Pffft please...do these people realize that booze is like mothers milk to us!? Sure sometimes we may have too much but we live, we may make an ass out of ourselves but damn...we're funny when we do. Tell these people to talk to me about this business....nobody keeps us away from a drink!....Assholes!]]>
August 21st, 2007 at 4:23 pm
< ![CDATA[Shannon I agree! Nobody puts baby in the corner! Just cause I like to get drunk when I spend money on booze does not mean I’m a lush!! I shall give them your number next time they try to take my booze away from me!! (If I subject myself to partying with them since they are BOOZE-TAKER-AWAYERS!)]]>