Being Cheap is Costing Me a Fortune

The only thing I hate more than putting away laundry is paying for it. I never have enough change to do exactly as much laundry as I want, or there isn't enough for me to wash and dry an equal amount of loads. So then I have to sit there going through my dirty clothes and picking out one by one what I need to wash and what can probably sit there until the next time I get around to sucking it up and doing laundry again. It's severely frustrating. So in order to put this tedious activity for as long as possible, I avoid doing laundry by just buying what I need. Out of underwear, buy some more. Need a white t-shirt without stains by one for $3 bucks at Forever 21. Done. This being too cheap to spend $10 on laundry is now costing me like 100 bucks a month. I've also decided to buy better quality clothes finally, wrong time to start. It's been so long since I've done real laundry that I don't even remember what clothes I have buried at the bottom of the basket. I cannot wait until I have my own washer and dryer. It's the small things in life.


Anywayy, I found my new summer jam. Move over Katy Perry and California Gurlz... which first of all... "Gurlz"... really? How old are you? It stopped being cool to spell "girls" with a u and z right around the time it was "kool". Please. That was 5th grade. Thanks. Anyway this is my jam Pursuit of Happiness Remix. It's actually that song in the Vitamin Water commercials, but I don't care I love it. I can't wait to drunk dance to it fo' shiz.


I had a dream last night that Neil Patrick Harris was my gay best friend and we went shopping at the mall together. It was so fabulous.


Woo let's see how long I actually blog this time round...

The facts of life

Fact: last night was Thursday and I had to work today.

Fact: I hit on an engaged man because I had a huge crush on him in college due to his cable access show.

Fact: I sang Karaoke 3 times.

Fact: I threw up in my hands at the bar due to Jameson, Happy 1/2 way to St. Pattys Day.

Fact: I showed up to work an hour and a half late.

Fact: I threw up in the bathroom.

Fact: I cried the entire way to work because I thought I lost my sunglasses because I'm crazy.

Fact: Its noon and I've been sitting, staring at my computer for 2 horus and have done nothing.


I miss college.

Ugh. left work early cause I was sick. Sick probably from the fact that today was the first day of classes. I am really not going back. I guess being at UConn this weekend reminded me of what I am missing out of... nothing really. I mean no one I am friends with is there so it shouldn't matter. It was just kind of sad. Like, how long is it going to take for me to adjust to working all day, every day for the rest of my life. I guess I've gotten used to it a little, I mean I got home at 1:30 today and after an hour didn't know what to do with myself, I had nothing to do, no work and TV is so boring. Watching Degrassi for like the hundredth time. Cool. I need a life.

i went to change my facebook because hey, i graduated, i feel like i should update it and be more mature looking and shit. then i realized. i am still fucking awesome. no revisements necessary.

fabulous happy hour tonight at co jones. 1/2 price margaritas. delish. hilarity ensued when alexa fell out of her chair.

Cry journal

My life is about as sad and pitiful as my bedroom looks... that's is pretty sad. I can't complain about my job because well, I feel like that would come back and bite me in the ass, but.. it's not ideal. I come home to an apartment I'm too poor to furnish and sit alone for a solid 3 hours before I go to bed by 10:30. When I do go out, I get drunk in half the amount of time and am KOed for the rest of the weekend because apparently that just takes too much out of me right now. This sucks. Real life sucks. When it was summer internships it was fine, there was a definable end and the anticipation of another glorious semester ahead and what it would bring. Now, there's nothing, just another Monday morning to go back to work where I am unchallenged and disappointed in my pay. Fun fact, made more an hour as an intern. Yup. FML.

boring boring boring

Uuugh I feel like the blog is deadzo. Now that I work my life is so incredibly boring I have nothing exciting to talk about and I do like 90% less dumb things, which isn't fun for anyone. I wake up, drive an hour and a half to work, sit at a desk in front of excel for 9 hours, and then drive home for an hour and a half. Then I go to bed. Wooooo. I have been working for almost 3 weeks and still haven't gotten paid so I can't even go out on the weekends cause I am so damn poor. This all just sucks. I really hope moving to New Haven and being around more clubs and night life will revive my joke status. Joke things I have done lately? Hmm. Pretty much blacked out at a family graduation party doing like 30 boilermakers with Matt's dad. Was able to hide my drunkeness by assisting his sister instead. O0o0o I went out in rhode island, where I apparently spend like every weekend now. I was so miserably hung over that I was puking until 6pm. We went to go to a relaxing day at the aquarium, where I spent the entire trip trying to be sneaky about my uncontrollable vomitting. Unfortunately I couldn't just do it behind a bush being that it's all apart of the exhibit. And they only had the type of trash cans where there are slots on the sides and you can't really get the top off. So here I am trying to tip the trash can over just enough not to miss whilst being "conspicuous." Needless to say I was classy per usual. Other than that I'm boring. I'll work harder at redeeming myself.

i swear i don't like children

This has gone entirely too far. I have a 13 year old stalker from Missouri. Harmless, I really thought so. First he sends a text message on xbox saying "Sorry I'm 13 not 14." Then he sends a voice message saying, "Sorry I lied I am really 13 not 14 you probably hate me, but I figured I would tell the truth for once." What does that even mean? Then he sends another saying, "You could at least let me know that you got my messages, pleeeeaaaaassseeee!" This was all during a 10 minute span while colin was playing. AHHHH. I talk to this kid for like one day and now he's like obsessed with me. Now, he is facebook chatting me and putting up provocative pics of himself? What the hell have I done. Nothing, I've done nothing to make this kid harass me. Chris Hanson is going to be knocking on my door like tomorrow.

FML.