i thought be december the school could have this all worked out. seriously?????


i have not gotten any of the money i am owed. i have paid for my tuition with my own money.

i have freakin bills to pay, and thank god for the job and a half, otherwise i'd be so screwed.

i want my money, and i want my money now honey!!!!!

they say they can give me one third of it tomorrow. this sounds so strange. i don't understand.

i work at a hospital which is all forms and paperwork all day, sending faxes and getting signatures is not that hard.

i could have processed and completed all of the paperwork for my loan myself and in a day, not four months.

i need to do xmas shopping, but i just made another giant car payment, so hopefully i can do it next monday. because monday is my only day off, in which i still work two hours.

all this blogging makes me hungry. need food.

so (e:hodown) and i were ichatting today. and she brings up the view counter thing and how i am #2.

this scares me for so many reasons.

the number reason being the lack of discretion i have displayed in the past, and probably present.


who the hell is reading this stuff????


and then i wonder, do random strangers read my blog, and then they see me in person or something???? could i maybe have a stalker?? ok, i know, i am not whitney houston from the bodyguard but just humor me here.

this thing started out so small, and (e:paul) kinda made me. at least i got to choose my name unlike (e:hodown), whose name was chosen for her. she hates it! it's funny though.

i bought (e:hodown) a tickey to the blo for new years. i am purchasing my ticket in a few days because farecast says to wait because fares will drop at least 50 dolla.

i told (e:hodown) i am her pimp and she is my bitch. she just asked that i not bitch slap her. i said ok. that doesn't mean that i am not going to play that really fun game with a lighter where i threaten to burn her. (e:paul) knows all about this game...

just kidding, i would never burn my sister.

i think that i am going to take fried chicken to a whole new level this time and make it indian style!!!!!!

i tried to take my cousin to a nice dinner for her 18th bday last night. what a fucking bust.

the restaurant was supposed to middle eastern. it was such crap. we got there and the place was kinda shabby. filled with creepy men.

my mango martini had chunks of ice in it, and was not very good.

we ordered and an hour and half later, still no appetizer, but our entree had come. it was supposed to be lamb. looked more like rat lags. seriously, there wasn't even one bite of meat on those things. the rice tasted awful, like dirt. and there was a huge hunk of uncooked onion and one half of a grilled tomato on the plate and some stale pita that looked like it came from the grocery store.

when i left to use the bathroom, some nasty man that my cousin dubbed "the conquistador", came over and sat in my seat and began to ask her questions. of course she is young and not yet a huge bitch like me, so she was nice and thought it funny.

when she told me, i wanted to go to his table and spit on him and punch him.

he was asking her how old she was and where she is from, and her name, and were we taking pictures of him, and just being a perv. thankfully the belly dancer started and he got up and left.

when i got back and she told me, i gave him the death stare at least 5 times, making eye contact.

our idiot server finally came around and i had the appetizer canceled, told him as a new yorker and someone with a lot of knowledge of food, that that stuff was not acceptable and had him bring the check.

they still charged us for the food, and barely apologized, not offering to make it up in any way.

i had aubrey give me some ones, stuffed them in the checkbook, and told her to walk out fast. there was no way i was paying for that shit service.

we ended up eating pizza. i told her i am going to make it up to her next weekend. i have a few ideas, and know some good places. i was just so irritated.... and still am.

i don't like when my plans fall through, but this time, i am going to make it foolproof.

fuck you layalena.

i might hit up the blo for new years....


but only if i get my own bottle of champagne.


there is a ball drop at the (e:pmt).



and i get to make out with a super hottie boom-a-lottie @ midnight.



make these things happen and i will be there.



thanks.

my mom is joining facebook this very moment.


she doesn't even know what it is. a coworker invited her.


can't they start a mombook or something????


now she can friend, (e:hodown), (e:mike), (e:terry), (e:matthew), and (e:tina). but she will have to figure out how to use it, and if i refuse she won't learn... so i will just not show her.


i think i might have to delete mine.

anyone remember that game animal crossing? our virtual selves hang out more than we do in person. it's scaring me. if only we became cute little animal things...


this is wrong. very wrong.