Anyway, I went up to Allentown and got a check for my car. Before I did that I dropped my bf off at work at then went to the bank and the lady was awesome and gave me a drop box key, holla.
I got to Allentown at 2:20 (I told them between 2:00 and 2:30) and the adjuster from my insurance company was so nice. I didn't get to meet him though but he had the check and everything and gave me all this extra advice. I love my insurance company; they prove themselves each time.
Anyway, I found a nice black 1997 Honda Prelude, it was 87k miles on it though. It's just that they're harder to find since 4 months ago when I first purchased it. They're tryin' to sell it for $7.5k but I am gonna bring it down to 6k fuck that.
Mine came so much more hooked up, 30,000 less mileage, better condition I bet.
Okay guys, lets start out with January 29th. My boyfriend hits me with his car I gave him in the first place for free. It's a shitty 1991 Chevy Cavalier with 170,000 miles on it or something. It's a piece of shit.
Then I was driving on this fucking road an over this hill there was a dead animal. I don't know what the hell it was but it was already dead so I swerved out of the way into the shoulder and busted of my mirror and made a dent in the front passenger fender. So I called my insurance two days within 10 days of each other approximately. Then...I was helping out a friend somewhere where I didn't know where I was and since I had no mirror at that time I couldn't see this fucking pole in the middle of the parking lot right next to the road. He was on his phone and he didn't tell me which way to go but whatever I didn't report it and my hook-up said that they wouldn't know really. Whatever.
Then this:
Yeah.
It's a total loss. I am going to Allentown tomorro-today to get it. It's 3:08 am now and I have to get up at 9:45-10:15 to take my boyfriend to work since he can't have insurance for 90 days and every day he goes in early I could sleep in and each time I Thurs-Sat I have to pick him up at 3 am. I am so fucking beat.
I started my new job today. I love it. It's so laid back and relaxed. I hardly feel like I'm working. I can wear what I want, I don't have to be there 15 minutes before I need to be, I can wear sneakers. I could probably even text on my cell phone. The people who I work with are Autumn, Annette (sp?), Lisa, and Polly. I guess Polly threw her back out so she's not working at the moment. I only met the first two. I work with Lisa tomorrow. She is Autumn daughter. I made almost twice as much money in only 5 hours instead of 8.
I don't know what to do with all this free time. Maybe I should get a part-time job somewhere else. I don't know what I would do though.
I got fired ha. And I didn't even get fired by MY boss. I got fired by her boss, what a joke. The stupid bitch was too much of a pussy to fire me. I'm not even upset and I didn't even cry because I hated working there with Amber. She is miserable, always talks about her herpes, and hates cutting hair (she told me). She obviously talked shit on me to the owner. The owner came in and said a bunch of shit I do that everyone else does or thinks, if not worse. It's just because it's me, that's it. Matt said that she's just jealous of me for multiple reasons.
I hung up a lot of flyers around town saying that I moved from Great Clips to Hair on Main St. My first day is tomorrow. My first client is my mom. I can't wait. I had half of my clients names whose hair I did at Great Clips so I found their addresses and mailed most of them cards. I only had a few of my actual business card.
Wow, I haven't updated this thing in a long time. For awhile I didn't have the internet, I got it back, lost it again, got it back, lost it, now I have it again. XD
Okay, I'll post more at a later date (not too late).
I am going to take the last part of my State Board test next Monday on the 10th. I have to be there at 11:00 and I'm pretty sure I'll pass.
Tomorrow I am going to open up a P.O. Box because my fuckin dad always opens my mail. He fuckin keeps opening all my shit, like my Cosmetology shit and he knows what it fuckin is. No matter how I ask him not to open it, he doesn't listen and he does it anyway. He'll say, "It's my house, I'll do what I want." I fuckin hate him.
Whenever he sees that Matt and I work well together he gets all pissy and tries to piss us off. Some of the fights that Matt and I have is because of my fuckin dad. ARGH.
I skipped school today. I dunno, I really should go. I hate being with a whole bunch of girls all the time and having clients who expect the school to be a professional salon. I'll go tomorrow though.
I just talked to Matt on the phone and he said he's in Johnstown I guess near Downingtown and he said all morning he's been seeing all these shady cars roll up to this one house. He said he saw someone in the backseat of a car doing lines and someone else smoking. He said that he called because he wanted to tell me this not in text message. He said that over the weekend he wanted to tell me but was unsure at first. He knows for sure now because he said he fell hard for me because of how much he is missing me right now. He said that he thought he saw me 2-3 times so far today. I definitely have feelings for him and I am definitely in love with him but I don't love him yet. I'm sure it won't be long but I think he said that he loved me before he hung up the phone. I don't know because a huge ass 16 wheeler drove by as he said that so I just said "see you later." Haha, it's usually me who declares my love for someone, not the other way around. Maybe it scared me or freaked me out. I mean, he has to know that I just got out of a relationship but really in the end, time doesn't matter that much.
Yeah I wonder what happened with Brandon. I am at the guy's house and I was gonna stop over there to hang out but his car is not there. Deetz told me that he drove by to go to Sheetz last night and he saw Brandon sitting on the sidewalk. Then when he was coming back he saw three cop cars there, so I am thinking that Brandon was expecting them? I think it has to do with his psycho ex but I wonder why he wouldn't be there today?
Hmm.
I had a really fun weekend tho. Besides the fact that some punk ass mother fucker stole my whole booklet of my fuckin favorite cds, I had a good time. I did my first keg stand on Saturday which was fun. I never had the urge to do one before because I'm not into drinking at all. I'd rather just smoke heady ass herb.
I smoked some pretty good headies this weekend and got soo high. Matt told me that he's not used to having a girl who likes to party and shit and smokes. I'll smoke as much as any dude. ;D
I feel better now. I think going out to Matt's party helped. I still feel a little poop like but whatever.
We actually found a bag of headies last night and when we made the deal it was in front of Raul's house..lol.
I called Raul's house because I thought he was supposed to get out of jail on Saturday but his weird ass grandmother..well, the conversation went like this:
"Hi, is Raul Jr. there?" "---" "I'm sorry?" "He doesn't live here anymore." "Um, do you know where he lives?" "No." "Okay...thanks."
So weird. I don't know if he just didn't get out yet or what.
relaxed
annoyed
sick
hungry