I'm employed. yay! The pay isn't the best, but the job sounds like a lot of fun (ie: lotsa work, exactly what I'm wanting), so I don't mind too much. I'm probably going to have to get a second job to help pay all of the bills, or I'm going to have to look at getting a roommate. I'm checking out a bunch of schools like Georgia Medical Institute because I'm going to go ahead with my plans to become a part-time massage therapist. The classes sound hella cool - heated rock massage, aromatherapy - and it'd be something to fall back on should the IT economy ever take even more of a dump. I can charge quite a bit for an hour of work, and define my own hours as well, so it'd be a perfect second job. Naturally, Mike is very supportive. I think he just wants me to practice on him.
I found out about the job Friday night, and afterwords Mike, Nick, Rose, Tony, James, Joe, and I all went out to dinner in Duluth. The bars there suck though - only 2 shots per person. Wtf? Not that I really do shots, but it's fucked up nonetheless. We ditched Duluth to go to Fado's down in Buckhead, which is my bar of choice. Really, it's the only place in Buckhead worth going to. It's kind of awkward though, especially since Michelle's white trash best friend gave the drummer of the band that plays on Fridays a blowjob in my apartment while I wasn't there back in January. He walked outside and recognized me. Can we say "awkward moment"? Like, Hi. Please never be coming in my apartment again. Er...
Other than that, Fado's was a blast. We stayed there until it closed. I really didn't drink that much because both Mike and I have been sick lately. I think we caught whatever Nathan had. We got back here and watched PPV until 5 AM while talking about some Serious Stuff until I fell asleep on the floor of the living room.
Saturday night, we were just going to go to IHOP, but we ended up going with Arawn and chyenne to Dave & Busters. I was defeated in the ferarri simulator for the very first time, although I don't feel bad. I had a handicap - a headache and I was wearing sneakers. I'm not used to driving in sneakers, only heels. Beh. Oh well, I'll beat them next time. Once again, didn't drink that much. Half a screwdriver (although it was very strong), a long island ice tea, and some girly drink. When I got home around 2:30 AM, I felt sooo ill. I managed to get to sleep, but then I woke up at 9 AM and was violently sick. yeah. Ew. I feel a lot better now, but I'm afraid to eat anything. I hope this stays gone, because I have my first day of work tomorrow. Mike is going to take my car up to get it worked on tomorrow since we couldn't do it earlier. I will cry when I have my car back. I will be that happy. *sniffle*
I haven't really got any plans for tonight. I think I'll have Mike bring me up to the grocery store. Maybe I'll make cookies. It's the last night before a new job, I just need to stay at home and chill.
Sometimes when I'm out with Mike and all of his friends when everyone is just sitting back and talking and laughing, I like to pull back for a second and watch all of it from the outside and think about how lucky I am to be a part of it. Some things just can't be put into words on a blog.
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