My dad needs to stfu.

Yesterday I was getting work done on my car, so Collin was awesome enough to go out of his way and drive me to work and pick me up. My dad took the chance for the entire day to make fun of him to my face. He's my dad I'm not asking him to like Collin, but I'd at least like him to not be obnoxious. His reasons for "dislike" are the fact he wears "girl's pants" (? ) and that he's younger. Oh no shit he's younger than me. Whatever. So all day he was asking me when he was getting out of school... highschool. So that was cute. And mature. And he was on the whole making fun of that all day. So yeah, fun.

I went around the Bridgewater Mall applying to stuff in the evening. I got applications from Victoria's Secret, Build a Bear, and I'm applying to Macy's... I really don't want to go to the mall. But idk what else to do right now. And jobs in retail are opening up for the holidays... Collin was looking in the mall as well, I was just there for the ride and I picked up the applications here and there. *shrug*

I hung out with my friend Laura last night, we went to Menlo Park and she got stuff for her burlesque act next month. I got boots for Harley. I felt somewhat accomplished.

I met up with Collin at Andrew's house. He was finishing up his job applications and everyone was watching Supernatural. I was completely wiped out and uninterested in what was on TV so I napped on the couch until Collin was ready to go. After the episode we were watching was over, he was ready so I was going to drive the two of us to my house, and we were going to stay there. When we were getting ready to leave, Collin's friend PJ said "Okay I'll get my things." Collin forgot he was bringing PJ home. I wouldn't have had a problem bringing him home (we all live within 10-15 minutes of each other) except I was super low on gas, and I have to watch my traveling (this week I've worked in Glen Gardner Tuesday/Wednesday and possibly Friday... a 35 minute commute, then I went to Laura's in New Brunswick last night, then the sprinkled in visits to Warren and Stirling, then driving to Hawthorne tonight, and probably Philipsburg on Saturday... so yeah gotta watch my money/gas usage). Collin was low on gas himself, so we both decided it would be better if he just went home, since he lived closer to PJs than I do. And I was really sad and disappointed. But whatever. I was kind of unnecessarily mad at PJ. Cuz he doesn't have a car atm and Collin has been chauffeuring him and Andrew around whenever they needed a ride, which is nice of him but I just feel bad. So I woke up this morning and found out I didn't have work due to obnoxious freezing cold/rain, and went back to sleep. Collin texted me saying hello, and I called him to say good morning, and found out PJ's dog died this morning... so I felt bad for being mad at him last night. I feel really bad. Meh.

I have my shrink appointment at 1. She got a cancellation, which is good. I filled out an online application for Macy's and found out how much I hate online applications. And the greatest questions ever were on it... in the "mandatory" section of the questionnaire, there was this one:

*9. Will you provide friendly customer service all day, every day?

Really? Who would answer no?

And then apparently you can either be Hispanic or Latino, or Not Hispanic or Latino under ethnicity.

I'm glad there are no blurry ethnic lines.

Oh well... appointment, dropping off job apps, lunch somewhere in there, and rehearsal tonight. October turned out to be busier than I thought it would be!

You know those weeks that the minute they begin you're just ready for them to be done? That's this week for me.

At 12:30am on Monday, I found out that our gas account was shut down because apparently my family is more strapped for cash than they lead on. Because we apparently can't afford to pay the gas bill (nice!).

Last night went well, but I felt like I was paying for it today.

I get to work, and the always fabulous Aunt Deb was there, and I was wearing cat ears cuz yeah, Halloween is coming so why not have fun and be festive? I'm not going crazy with wearing a full on costume 2 weeks ahead. But whatever. I was telling my dad how I'm going to dress up for work on the 30th since I'm not working on Halloween itself. And my always charming Aunt Deb, says to me, "Well don't go TOO crazy on the 30th. No corsets or fishnets!"

Seriously?

Fucking really?

Not funny. So I just kinda laugh it off through gritted teeth and keep working as she piles more duties on me while I'm not done with the first task. (ex: I was washing/drying dishes and she told me to start putting napkins in the napkin holders, then fill the sides, then clean the counters, and as I moved on, she piled more).

I woke up this morning, and double checked on whether my shrink appointment was today or tomorrow. But I kept in mind that the money is tight right now, so I called my mom to see if she needed me to possibly push it back to next week or even next month. Around 11am, my phone rang and I thought it was my mom so I let it ring a bunch of times while I was doing my 2894732984793 jobs at once, then finally got annoyed with the constant ringing so I went to pick it up. It was my shrink. I picked it up, and she had this annoyed voice. And I said "I thought my appointment was tomorrow.."

Nope. It was today. And she kept telling me it was today like I didn't hear her. I thought today's date was yesterday's and I got confused this morning apparently. And I felt like a dumbass. And then she was "reminding" me that we owed her a lot of money and stuff... which I was aware of... and now we owe her *more* because I mixed up the dates and she can't reschedule me for this week. She doesn't know when she can reschedule me. So I felt completely shitty about that. So now my mom and I have to work stuff out with money.

So that's fucking fantastic.

Oh my GOD. I just want to say... it was the best birthday I have ever had. Mostly from a bunch of coincidences.

Thursday I went to Newhope with my mom, we got lunch, then I got my nose pierced. It was a random crazy decision, and hurt like a bitchcunt, but it's cute and my mom is hilarious about it. I then met up with Ellory on the train in Summit so we could go to the advance screening of Zombieland in Union Square. We got there obscenely early, and went to Forbidden Planet where I got a TokiDoki Zippo with a cute lion on it. <3 While in line, I checked my Twitter (shut up, it's addictive) and saw that Rishard was coming to Zombieland as well! We were let in, and we grabbed seats, and about 20 minutes later Rishard and Shawn showed up. So that was pretty awesome. The movie was beyond funny, and I wanna see it again, because I was laughing so hard I was missing stuff. After the movie we all went to Pomme Frite and then sat around in some random park and ate, then headed over to the screening of Paranormal Activity. The line was around, then down the damn block. Ellory and I headed out around 11, getting me finally back to my car about 1:15. Thank god we left, because apparently a small handful of people from that line were let into the screening. I hope it gets a wide release, cuz it definitely looked interesting.

Friday I got up late, which was nice. Super nice. Then mom, special guest Collin, and I all went booze/juice/party shopping. We found an awesome fire pit/chiminea thing on sale too. My friend Josh IMed me, telling me he had an extra ticket for Dave Attell at the Stress Factory, and asked if I wanted it, and I could just have it. So I totally jumped on that chance, and after the Wal Mart-ing, and bumming around with Nick for a little bit, I was off to New Brunswick to see Dave Attell... which was freaking awesome. We met him after the show and I gave him my business card. Very very cool.

Saturday was the day of "Blood Feast V.2". I woke up, and we all had to tackle the setting up of the tent since apparently some light rain was to happen that evening. Nick came over, and we were off to Wal Mart yet again to get him some stuff for his costume. He decided to be Steve Zissou. What that has to do with a Zombie Party is apparently irrelevant to Nick but whatever. We got back to my house around 6, Leah was here, I fed that damn cat I feed probably once a month down the street since the people are constantly going away, then we made alcoholic delicious punch. People started getting here around 8-8:30, and it was starting to drizzle. And it was COLD outside. But it was fine cuz we had the tent and stuff. My mom came home around 9:15, and there was already a good collection of people. My zombies came! We had everything from a Hunter from L4D to Suave Zombies, to Hooker Zombies, to Medical workers (I was a nurse and Collin came as a male nurse. We didn't plan this at all). Around 12:30-1am the rain and the freezing ness was way too much, and about 10-15 of us went inside to watch Dawn of the Dead and be drunk in there. And that is when this happened:





It was fantastic. Anyways, I probably passed out around 4:30 (shut up, Leah)... then onto Sunday:

Had a sweet hangover, and watched Anchorman and Forgetting Sarah Marshall with Collin and Laura M. My mom borrowed my car making me obscenely late for rehearsal with Val and Leah, then came the show at Verve. In my opinion: Huge success! It was a fantastic crowd. Everyone did very awesome! I had a great time! :D I got dinner afterwards with Nick, and then met up with PJ, Spaghetti, Andrew and Collin for about 20 minutes, but then went home to bed. I was exhausted. The week(end) finally hit me.

Today... I want to go to the mall to use my Bare Minerals gift card, then possibly bum around a bit before dinner at my dad's house for my birthday. Fun times!!

Oh and Val is pretty much the coolest ever for this reason:

My mother just made me incredibly frustrated.

I have my monthly shrink appointment today. We owe her a lot of money. It's embarrassing. It really is. I used to go once a week back in high school, eventually to twice a month, to once a month, back to twice, now I'm back to once. I told my mom last month when I got home, "Hey mom, my next appointment is Sept. 11th. And we owe her a lot of money." She said she'd mail her a check, so we'd be on top of things this month. Last night, while I was at Andrew's, I called her up to tell her that I had the appointment today. She didn't answer, so I left a voicemail. But never got a call back. So I went on with my night, got home after she went to bed, I went to bed, whatever.

I got up, then went upstairs to tell her again, and when I did she sighed and rolled her eyes, then told me I never told her. Um bullshit, because I told her multiple times. Then she had this, like, angry pissed off teenager look, and I asked her if she wanted me to just stop going (I wasn't being nasty or a smart ass. I was seriously asking), and she said she didn't want me to stop going. Then she started complaining about how my doctor doesn't take our insurance. This is old news. She never took our insurance. So then she makes that freaking face again. And I said "Do you want me to cancel? Cuz you just gave me that face again." she asked me what face, and I told her what face, so now she's pissed off, and I'm pissed off. And I have an appointment in about an hour where I'm just going to be, well, pissed off.

I wanted to go to Newhope today, too... but it's too disgusting and cold out to even brave it slightly.

My dad gives pretty awful advice. When Jon and I got into an argument today, he was trying to help. So he decided to give me this advice:

"Don't call him for a couple of days. See what happens. Then things will be better."

Um.


I'm pretty sure that won't work.


But it actually made me laugh.

So hey, funny story.

My mom called me on Monday while I was out and about telling me that my dad called her to tell her he found something "alarming" out about me. Uh oh. My mom was going to meet with him @ 2:30. I heard back from her around 3:45.

He found out about the burlesque. He said "someone saw on Facebook" that I do burlesque (and that apparently I put on my wall that my parents were stoners that gave me a bad childhood). And then my dad called me a stripper and all these fabulous things. But then he calmed down and my mom got him to stfu. So I had to delete/block all of my cousins (don't tell me I asked for it by being friends with my cousins... I'm sorry I decided to trust them). But yeah,

I'm out of the glittery, sequin-y, dancing-y, burlesque closet with dad. And he hasn't said a word about it to me.. thank god.

So thanks, Joe, Jill, Robbie, Chris, and Karen... Or whoever did it singularly, thanks a whole shit ton.

So yeah. BBQ drama. How does this happen?!


I work with my dad and my aunt from Tuesdays to Thursdays as many of you well know. I used to not have a problem with my aunt until back in May or April she told me she didn't like me working there because my dad was paying me and apparently he could not afford it. I never told my dad this because, well, I wanted to shy away from the inevitable drama that would cause. So we worked side by side. When my dad wasn't there she'd be controlling and pretty obnoxious. If friends came to visit for lunch she'd make me go inside and work and she would take a break and chat it up with them (Sorry, Joe!) and it was kind of irritating. But when it came down to a busy lunch rush, her and I would get shit done. We would get orders in and stuff out the window pretty damn quick.

But then came the shitfest that was this week.

-On Tuesday I apparently gave attitude to her. Where has she been for the past few months? We always messed around with sarcasm and stuff. But whatever.

-On Wednesday, Jon came to visit me @ work. He ended up being in the way, and Pop came in to visit and was more in the way, and Aunt was just kinda trying (like I was) to get stuff out the window so it was just kinda stressful. I ended up leaving work an hour early because there was too much help. Jon was now not prone anymore to coming to visit me for lunch because my dad was a huge asshole to him. Awesome.

-Thursday was when the shit hit the fan. It was a fairly busy lunch rush from about 11:30 until around 12:30. My dad put more ribs on the grill, my Aunt was mixing the pulled pork, and I grabbed a couple of Ziplock bags for her to put the pork in, then sat down for a second and checked my phone. She moved to the sink and started doing dishes. She was doing the dishes, so I wasn't going to get up until I had to dry. No big deal. A couple of minutes later, she came to the counter, grabbed her cigarettes, her lighter, and her purse. I didn't think twice because she was probably just running up to the bathroom. She looks at me then this conversation happened:

AD: "I'm leaving."
Me: "Okay bye."
AD: "No, I am leaving and not coming back."
Me: "Where you goin? Did you tell my dad?"
AD: "No. I am leaving because you are sitting here, on your phone not doing anything. You do not work. You do NOTHING around here. It's all me and your father while you SIT THERE on your phone."
Me: "What are you talking about I sat down a minute ago..."
AD: "NO. ALL YOU DO IS SIT THERE ON YOUR PHONE. YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING AROUND HERE. EVER. YOU NEED TO GROW UP."
Me: "What? What are you even talking about? I am not going to yell or fight with you...what the hell?"
AD: "YOU NEED TO GROW UP. AND I AM LEAVING AND I WILL NOT COME BACK UNTIL YOU PUT DOWN THE PHONE AND GROW UP. YOU DON'T EVEN WORK HERE. YOU NEVER WORK. YOU DO NOTHING."
Me: "I do too work! What is your problem?!"
AD: "I AM LEAVING. YOU CAN EXPLAIN TO YOUR FATHER WHY I'M NOT COMING BACK-"
Me: "What? Are you serious? I do too work! You're being ridiculous!"
AD: "PART TIME. THAT'S YOU."

She then slammed the door and walked out. My dad came in about 2 minutes later. He didn't hear it. He didn't see it. He asked where Aunt Deb was. I told her she threw a tantrum and screamed at me and left. He laughed and asked when she was coming back. I told him what she said. He laughed and told me that she's a nut and she'll be back. She called my dad about 15 minutes later, saying she would not be back and it's not between her and him it's between her and I. I had to stay late at work because now she wasn't there and my dad had double the workload.

Then this morning my dad called me around 9am to tell me not to come in, because he couldn't open today. He's catering tomorrow so he has to prep for the party and since my Aunt decided to not come in today. She also told him she won't be there tomorrow either, so while he's catering he can't keep the regular location open. So now because she's being a spiteful bitch, it's affecting my dad.

Oh and update. As of about noon, my dad called me to tell me she officially will never be back. So great. He says it's not my fault and apparently she called him up telling him all kinds of shit and will never be back.

Even though he says it's not my fault. And I know it's not my fault. It makes me feel like shit. Ughhh.

Hello world! This weekend was indeed...something else.

Friday I worked then I came home and bummed around/packed for Bailout (Part 2). I was pretty impressed that Jon, Ellory and I got there so early. So that was a total plus. And I have another Burlesque BFF. Lola Von Haze. My favorite quote of hers from the evening: "I will not get dressed until I know this show is definitely happening." We got free drinks from a creeper at the bar upstairs (hey free $11 drink.. would you turn it down?) and then got ready. I got a malibu bay breeze so I wouldn't get drunk (we wouldn't want Tanked Girl Part 2 would we?), and just sat with it. Then Chris gave me my drink ticket. I didn't want to get drunk. But I also had a drink ticket... and I wanted to make my ticket worth it... so what did I get? A Long Island Iced Tea. Great choice. Because by the time I had to go on, I was pretty buzzed. So I felt good. I was doing my housewife act, and during said act I go into the audience and give out cookies. During my cookie giveaway, I felt something brush my leg. I wrote it off as "eh maybe an accident..." but then the guy full on was feeling me up. I turned around, told him to knock it off, then (thank god) my act was over. I went backstage and I told Chris, Jon, and Jamie about this guy who kept feeling me up. Someone also tossed a $5 bill at me, which made me feel like shit (yes, I know it's $5. But I am not a common stripper). Then the bidding war happened between one of Chris' plants... and the creepy guy. I was won by a plant. Which then made me feel awful. Granted most of us were won by plants in the audience, and no, I would not want to have to hang around Creeper McScaryson... but it's kind of a blow to your ego when no one wants you around them for the night. I was then given another drink ticket. So I had myself another drink. And it was delicious. So for my next act I was good and drunk. Which was suitable for my act: Too Drunk to Fuck. I need to see video from that. Like... NEED. The show came to a close soon, my boyfriend shedded his own clothes at least 3 or 4 times... Everyone did amazing (*coughbutnotlawrencecough*). And my words of wisdom for the night shouted into the microphone: "BOOOOOOOOZE." Yes. I know. I'm classy.

I woke up Saturday to a phone call from my good friend Drea "Miss Cherry Delight". Apparently you had to be there by noon to register to walk in the parade. Shit. I called up Val, woke her up, and by 11:00 we were on our way to our very first trip to Coney Island/the Mermaid Parade. And from the moment we got out of the car people were snapping up pictures and we were superstars for the day. And Drea and I kept looking for our Chippy. On the way home, Val and I stopped at Red Robin (a day of firsts!) and it was amazing delicious. I got home, dropped off Val, changed my shirt then went off to Jon's... where dramas ensued between me and Angie, then me and Jon. But everything is okay now (I think? ...I hope...) and we went to the bar. I wasn't in the mood to go but they both wanted to so yeah. Outvoted...

I got up today and went to the BBQ to hang out with my dad, and I actually ended up working. So I got paid which was nice. I think I'm getting dinner with him tonight... but I don't want it to be late because Val is coming over for some TRUE BLOOD!

Tomorrow I'm visiting my friend over at Palisades, I haven't seen him since March I want to say. So that will be fun. But until my next entry!

This weekend was pretty awesome, and busy at the same time.

It started Thursday night, by seeing Up with my friend Nick, it was amazing. I highly suggest it. Pixar really knows what it's doing now. And always knows what kinds of heartstrings to yank on.

Friday it rained all fucking day so I didn't have work. I got annoyed with it, cuz I went to see Up in 3D and Nick decided to pay for the $14 diner bill, and since he paid for that he made me pay for the $25 3D movie. I was not amused. I went to Village Video in my town and visited my friend Stephanie, and bought Hamlet 2 for $5. I came home, bummed around, then Jon and I went to Nick's and drank. I didn't want to stay late, but Jon was having a good time being a computer geek. We got home around 12:30 (it felt like much later) and just passed out.

Saturday I got up, it was windy, and cloudy. I was not happy. It was supposed to be sunny! Jon and I had a date to go to Seaside after NJ Foreplay. And now it's cloudy? And cold? And windy? Ughhhh. I packed up my things, and we were off to get breakfast, then were on our way to Asbury Park. When we got there, it was the struggle of parking, but we found out we could park @ the Municipal Building for free, which was a huge plus. I hung around with Jon, he bought a $20 drink, then went to change. Soon it was time for the show! The sun started shining during Genn's opening act, which was fantastic. It soon got sunny and hot. So..perfect! The show went very well (and quickly) and soon, it was time for some Sonic! Angie came along with us, since she was having kind of a rough day. And the Sonic was kind of out of the way... but so worth it. Like seriously worth it. Mmm... We got to Seaside around fourish, found FREE PARKING (always fun to find @ the beach!) and we hit the boardwalk. We had a few drinks, played some games and rode our favorite ride, the Centrifuge. We stayed until 8, then went over to my house for drinking and Wii (and some True Blood!) then Angie passed out on the floor, so I guess that meant bedtime.

Sunday was a good, but long ass day. Jon and I had to be in Glen Gardner @ 10am to meet up with my dad for work. We got there and we were immediately put to work. My dad was catering a bicycle race and needed all the help he could get. It took us about 2 hours to set up, then I did a food run before everything got crazy... and it actually wasn't too crazy. We had spurts of busy stuff, then lulls for maybe 45 minutes at a time. We didn't get out until 7, and then I headed to Val's to meet up with her, Deb, and Leah to run Sailor Marmalade, which is going to look so fun and cute. :3

Busy busy week ahead, today I have to run some errands. I need a couple of feather boas, undergarments, etc, etc, gotta go to Val's so I can have her be awesome and improve my awful corset. This week is going to be so fun. Seriously. :D

It's been very uneventful lately. Uneventful and lazy.

Spent Memorial Day with Val, Jimmy, and Deb. We watched live Action Sailor Moon and Repo, which was fun. I came home with a few nasty mosquito bites though. D:

Yesterday I went to Trenton with Jon so he could figure out where to go for something or other. Then he took me on my very first trip to South Street in Philadelphia. It was there I saw lots of beautiful stuff, and got my idea for Trash! this weekend, I'm going to be doing Michael Jackson's "Bad". I got a really awesome bikini set for it, too. We then went back to his house and we hung around, had a drink and watched Sarah Marshall. I just can't get enough of that movie.

Today was kinda meh. I woke up around 10, Jon made me a bagel (whenever I try to make them at his house I burn them with their crazy future toaster), then I called my dad to see if Georgie Porgie's would be open. It was cold, and dreary outside. He didn't answer his cell phone, so I tried the "Porge Phone", and he didn't answer there either. By the time I had packed up my stuff and ate, I was running late, so I flew out the door and rushed to work.... to see that the trailer wasn't there. He didn't open today and he failed to inform me. All I have to say is that I am happy I was at Jon's house, and not at home because that would have been an hour wasted. So I went back to Jon's, then we went to this random creepy antique store by him and wandered around. Then I went home and sat on the couch. The dreary weather just made me incredibly lazy. My mom and I got delicious dinner, then I just resumed my spot on my couch.

Tomorrow the bbq should be open. I really hope it is. Combined with Bailout being cancelled, buying costume yesterday, wig for AN, and no work today... money is getting a bit tight. *sigh*

So... Saturday was a bomb. The show got cancelled the minute the performers showed up. Apparently the Cave Lounge is now Kashmir, and the owners want nothing to do with us... and long story short, we got jerked around for 4 hours.

Yesterday Jon and I had a huge fight resulting in him leaving to cool off, and me thinking he left me for good and dissolving into a crying heap on the floor. But we're better now. We just had a lot of things to say that were bothering one another that finally just came to a head.

We ended up going for a drive and visiting Stephanie @ her job, then getting ice cream and a vintage clothing shop, then Monster Golf on 46 and a delicious dinner followed by drinks and hot tub at my friend Nick's house.

Went to the parade in my town with my dad, my friend Sam showed up with his girlfriend and she was nice. She's heavy into cosplay and a huge nerd like me, so we got along well. Jon has work with the tree guy all day then the pool hall tonight... which translates into me not seeing him til tomorrow I guess on account of the fact that I hate the pool hall. Why he has to work today is beyond me, but whatever. Sam and his girl and I might all hang out, but I don't wanna be a third wheel. I'm definitely going to see Val and Deb and co. later on but that leaves the bulk of the hot day. I want to go to the beach but it's not happening. I should just crush my beach dreams now before I keep looking forward to going this summer and it not happening *shrug*. My dad dragged me to my Gram's house for bbq and that felt like a NASCAR eternity, since that's all they'd put on TV.

I have a show Friday night @ Webster Hall doing Trash! again. I gotta work on that hot mess. They said it would be cool if I did Michael Jackson cuz the other girl is doing an MJ song. I want to do Thriller, but Ellory said we can't be friends anymore if I do that... and that I should do something else. But I'm lazy. And apparently Trash is getting more dirty/risque. Like full nudity style. And that's not my bag. So I gotta make it real good to compete with someone else performing, cha know?

Anime Next, Gay Pride, One Night Stand, and Brick City are fast approaching, too... I need my green wig. And my corset. And to figure out whats up with the Chobits thing. And Silk Spectre? Or Alice? I don't know... ugghhh! D: D: D:

Frustrating day is frustrating.

So last night I went to dinner with my mom at this place called 2 Amigos (Oh my god that cheese enchilada was so good... I kinda wish I tried their calamari though...).

Today I went to my shrink appointment and when I got there, I reached into the back seat to grab my purse. No purse. Hm. I must have left it at home... So I went in, found out I got my times mixed up. It was noon, not eleven. So I went home, whipped up my Jazz paper, then flew out the door to my noon appointment. Afterwards, I ran home to grab my jazz shoes, and remembered my purse. I checked my room. Nothing. Weird. I checked the couch, behind the couch, under some papers on my chair, in my Bathwater washtub...nothing. Uh oh. I couldn't find my purse. My purse with my wallet. $65. My driver's license. My social security card. My health insurance card. Everything.

Fuck.

I asked mom if she saw my purse anywhere. I had to get to class. It was getting late. But I didn't want to risk getting pulled over without a license. We looked everywhere but couldn't find it. I was getting a little panicked. What if someone went into my car and stole it last night? Oh god.

Turns out, I'm a moron and left it at the restaurant. They tried to catch us after we left but we were gone. Everything is in it. Thank god. Someone is awesome. Seriously.

I am so glad nothing happened to my wallet.

Oh my god. It's Thursday already! This week unexpectedly flew by...

Monday

Woke up nice and late, Jon came over and we made tacos for lunch. Oh my god they were so friggin good. We watched Jurassic Park, then Angie called me up. I haven't seen her in about a month, and since she was recently in a bad car accident, it's even more of a reason to go up and see her.

I braved the shitteous weather and picked her up, then took her to the mall so she could possibly get her # changed over to her mom's old ass Palm phone (it's a crazy spacephone!) and we then got some delicious dinner @ Muldoon's followed by seeing I Love You Man (I seriously love that movie too much). I took Angie home, but then hung around with her until her boyfriend got there. Her parents forgot to pay the cable bill apparently so there was no phone or internet, and the crazy space phone wasn't working at all. Put that together with the horrible rainstorm raging outside and we had horror movie scenario. I then drove up to Jon's house and crashed there for the night.

Tuesday

Got up and suffered through class. I was in a terrible mood when I got out... I got a test back I thought I did really well on, but I really didn't. It was just really frustrating and upsetting. I hate that feeling. Jon was in the loud obnoxious game room, and it was still shitty outside so the RVCC Spring Picnic was moved into the cafeteria and they took out a bunch of tables to set up rows of chairs so people could watch the terrible cover band that was about to take the stage. The booths were being taken up and I just really wasn't in the mood to sit in the game room at all. And I felt bad taking Jon out of there even though he said he didn't care. I was annoyed. And sad. And he had his laptop and everything for the school day but I had nothing with me. So while he was writing emails and stuff I was just kinda sitting around. Then we got into a nothing fight and I felt terrible and we both said sorry and went to the upstairs seating area (that was open? wtf?! It's never open!) and grabbed a booth. We got our free burgers and hot dogs and sodas and sat, then my friend Amanda and her friend joined us, then Sam and his friend. Jon sat and tried fixing his friend's laptop. Which was kind of a pain because he had his and this other laptop set up on the table and it was a 4 person booth with 6 people sitting around it. We then pirated a bigger booth, and got free stuff from the random tables set up. I got a puffin that says NO PUFFIN on it's chest. And Sam got one cuz the girl at the table was cute, he thought. Then he made Jon go over there to prove his point (I thought she was fug). I was outvoted. Hahaha.

I went to dance class, and when I got out, the sun was out and it was very nice outside. Jon took me home to grab my laptop for Creative Writing, and we hung out for a bit. Creative Writing got out an hour and a half early so I called up Leah and stopped at Shop Rite and the Liquor Store in town to grab some stuff. She got there around 8:30, and we put in 40 Year Old Virgin and played the 40 Year Old Virgin Drinking Game which in theory was an awesome idea. We were completely smashed in about a half hour ish? We yelled and laughed and then went in my room to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory but were too fargone by that point.

Wednesday

Got up around 9, and got Leah up to get some breakfast. She was not feeling well and I felt terrible. D: We got some breakfast but she was too sick/hungover to enjoy it (I still feel terrible!). I went to work, and it was surprisingly busy for a rainy nasty day. We had to make 10 sandwiches at one point (6 pulled pork, and 4 beef briskets... the briskets were the pain in the ass). And I encountered a woman screaming at her child while trying to order food at the same time. So fun.

I came home with the full intention of packing for Rochester. I made a list of every costuming item I'll need, but laid down for a short nap. Ended up sleeping for 2 hours. I then just kept putting it off (like a moron), then I had to go to court about my speeding ticket I got a couple of weeks ago with my mom. It wasn't a terrible experience. The judge was a nice guy who just seriously wanted to get everyone out of there as quick as possible. And at one point, a lawyer came out, and the prosecutor came over and said, "Evening Mr. Weiner." Then the lawyer looked at him with a look that could kill, and said, "It's Weinstein." The judge almost pissed his pants. So good. My 4 point ticket got reduced to 2, which isn't a big deal. Thank god. So that was good. My mom then took me out to dinner, and it was very yummy. Cheese enchiladas! Mmmm! I came home and relaxed a bit, then Jon came and we just hung out. It was a nice night.

Thursday

It's 9am. I have to type up a paper for Jazz class on the choreography and shit from West Side Story due today (apparently it was due Tuesday but we all had no idea so she moved it to today). I also have to pack at some point... I have the list printed out... and I have my shrink appointment @ 11:00. And tonight Ellory and I are thinking about going to the showing of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the Tribeca Film Festival. I wanna go really bad, but at the same time, idk. Maybe I'll just see if he wants to grab a bite to eat and chill out or something since we have such a long day tomorrow.

I'm really excited for Rochester. Seriously. And I'm going to see Kathryn which is going to be great. She's coming for the day Saturday to see our little 15 minute bits. She can't afford the dinner or the entire weekend. I'm so excited!! :D

The only thing I'm not excited for is the drive. That's the suck part.

Okay. So I actually haven't been home pretty much all week. Maybe that's a good thing.

Tuesday was normal. Went to class, got lunch with my buddy Sam, went to dance, came home and got Cold Stone with Jon. Princess was laying out in the sun as usual, and I brought her in the house because apparently she was out there all day. She kind of just walked by me and I pet her back calling her my good girl, then I went off to rehearsal. It was frustrating as usual but I got out early. I got to my car with the intention of going home, but talked to Jon and he didn't have any work set up for Wednesday so I went to his house instead. We put in Shaun of the Dead and made ourselves drinks and were just relaxing. It was just... nice. One of those things I just needed.

Then around 10:30 my phone rang. It was my mom, and I just kinda let it roll off my back, and answered saying I was staying the night at Jon's, and that everything was fine. She said, "Oh okay. Yeah, that's good you're not home."

Me: "Why is it good I'm not home? Is everything okay?"

Mom: "Princess is real sick. She was sitting outside your bedroom door..."

Me: "What happened... what's wrong with her?"

Mom: "Well.. she's fine now..."

My mom was upstairs with Cesar watching TV. She came downstairs and saw Princess leaning up against my bedroom door (her safe place was in my room. Any time she was scared she'd come in my room with me). Mom went back upstairs to watch TV, and a few minutes later she heard Princess tearing around the room like she was chasing the cats. Her nails scratching and scraping across the floor. My mom yelled down to her to stop bothering the cats, but she heard Princess bump into the bedroom door again. My mom came downstairs to see Princess, laying in her own urine and shit, scared out of her mind. Up against my bedroom door. Something was very wrong. So my mom and Cesar cleaned her up, and wrapped her in a big blanket and brought her to the Animerge in Somerville. That's when mom called me. I flew into panic mode, and I didn't know what to do. Mom told me that she didn't think Princess would be coming home from this one, but I needed to be calm because she was now fine in the back of the car, laying in the bundle of blankets. She could just be a little sick. I hung up the phone, and continued watching the movie, though not paying much attention. My mom finally called back around midnight:

Mom: "Hey, we have Princess..."
Me: "That's great! What happened?"

They got the dog there, and they put her on a gurney to give her X rays. She had a tumor that ruptured her spleen. The options were to operate, and have her live maybe another month, or... the alternative. It was better with the alternative...

I came home Wednesday, and found out that they buried her before I had gotten home. No one was home yet, and I walked into the house and it was completely silent. The cats were sleeping. The rat was sleeping. It was just... quiet. Her bed is still in the laundry room cuz Zombie has made it his... Kitty looks kind of lost, which worries me. Thank god Zombie is here. Cuz I don't know how Kitty would handle it. When I had Shelf and Shorty, Shelf died in the summer and Shorty died about 5 months later.

I miss her so much... she was a smelly dirty dog... but the biggest sweetheart ever.

Okay. So here we go:

Friday had a sweet kick off. I thought I was getting a UTI, so I was thrown into overdrive/panic mode pretty much from the second I got out of bed. But I didn't have one so hallelujah for that. I hung around the house, then found out the Trash show was horror themed, so I started racking my brain over what I could possibly do that was both Friday the 13th/horror themed. It was kind of stressful. I ended up settling on doing the Disturbed Cheese version of Down with the Sickness I use when I do the zombie thing, which I settled on doing a camp counselor turned zombie. Leah came over and we hung out, and got White Castle while Jon took a nap. We got back and we all ate. Ellory came over and we were off to New York!

We got to Trash around 1:15, and I met DJ Jess who was a total sweetheart, followed by Coco La Pearl who I just adored. I had a drink, I danced with Jon for a long time which I loved to death, and I brought Leah on stage for a dance with the big crowd. Then it was time for me to go get ready. When I go backstage, there was a shit ton of people just hangin out drinking and smoking cigarettes. Coco and I thought nothing of it, and just kinda got dressed in the corner of the room, but then one of the go go dancers came in and yelled "IF YOU ARE NOT PERFORMING GET THE FUCK OUT." and all of the hipsters smoking and drinking left the room. Apparently they weren't supposed to be there and were just there for the hell of it. So we got ready to go, and went on around 2:45am. Coco did this awesome act to "Skulls" by the Misfits, and my act went over really well. We wrapped up by 3, but we had to wait around until 4. Jon was annoyed because we had to be up at 8:30, which meant we wouldn't be home til after 5. I got paid around 4:10, and Jon and we all ran back to the car. Got home a little after 5 and passed the fuck out.

Saturday was the dreaded West Side Story day. Crawled out of bed at 8:45. Saw a few missed calls from my dad. He was supposed to pick me up at 10 on the way to NYC, but decided last minute decided that I had to meet him @ his house at 10. And he was nasty saying he called me because he thought I'd "forget and oversleep". I took a quick shower and was soon at my dad's. The beginning of the painful day. He asked me where I wanted to eat lunch, and I told him I didn't know, since Barbra wanted to eat at that diner by the Wintergarden where all the waiters/waitresses sing and dance (I call it the Broadway Fail Diner... I fuckin hate it). And he told me to "lighten up" because I was being "negative" about it. I told him I wasn't being negative, I was only making th epoint that no matter where I suggested we go, she wanted to eat there. And he got pissed, but they were there to pick us up, so we hopped in Barbra's truck and we were on our way to NYC!

When we got going on 78, Rachel opened up a magazine, I guess to minimize talking. We got to the city around 11, and had a classy moment, when Barbra didn't think Port Authority had bathrooms, and wanted to piss behind the truck before we went to lunch. I wish I was kidding. I found her a bathroom, then we went to lunch @ Lucille's on 42nd. It was full of painful conversation between myself and Rachel. After that ordeal, I told my dad I wanted to go to Toys R Us so I could get a doll I had seen when I was there with Angie. I was ignored, and I went into the Hello Kitty store with Rachel. I went to the front to look at the jewelry, and when I turned around she was gone. She left me in the fucking store to go into the Phantom of Broadway next door. I told my dad I really didn't want to be doing that again, since when we saw Hairspray last year, all we did was go to Phantom of Broadway or stores like that. I seriously hate them. And he got pissed at me for saying I wanted to wait outside. So I went in there with him for about 25 minutes as people bumped into me and looked at I (heart) New York T shirts and glasses and postcards. It was about 1:15 by the time we got out of there, so we started heading over to the theatre. I asked if I could run into Toys R Us really quick, to be ignored by us running across the street, and past the store. West Side Story was right next to Virgin, and Rachel wanted to go in because due to it closing everything was on sale. So of course we went in! We walked around in there, and I got a copy of Repo, which was good. I've been meaning to pick it up. And by the time we got out, it was time to go into the show.

The dancing was fantastic, the show was pretty good... But I forgot how soul crushing it was. I haven't seen it since I was about 8, and yes, I know it's "modern day Romeo and Juliet", but holy shit. We headed right out of the theatre, and Rachel stopped at table on the sidewalk where a guy was selling prints of art and some posters. I asked my dad again if I could take 5 minutes to run into Toys R Us to buy this doll. My dad then gave me this look, and said, "Oh, um... I don't think so... I have to be back to go close up the bbq!" I was pretty angry and disappointed in him, since they let Rachel do whatever the fuck she wanted all day and all I asked for was to go into Toys R Us, get a doll, and leave. So we started speedwalking towards Port Authority, until we got to Starbucks, when Barbra and Rachel decided they wanted coffee. I told my dad while he went to Starbucks, I'd go to Toys R Us and meet him back there. He acted like I was asking him to run around the world, but said that would be fine. So I ran there, got what I wanted to get, and ran back to Starbucks... to see they were all still in line. So I stayed outside and got bumped into repeatedly until it was time to go.

I got back to my house around 6:30 and took a nice long nap, and Jon came over and we watched the Will Ferrell GW Bush show on HBO. But I passed out halfway through it. We got up and cleaned out the rat cage followed by a nice lunch. We were going to a movie at 2, and drove around for a bit. We found a garage sale and ended up getting Rick Rolled, which was pretty damn funny, but then we went to see Witch Mountain, which was pretty cute and fun, followed by running to Petco to get rat food, which then was followed by a nice relaxing Sunday. Jon also took some photos of me in my amazing Trashy costume. :)

It's back to the grind this week, which sucks but oh well. I'm completely exhausted and it's nearly 1:30am.

Good night.

Yesterday was very long. I was woken up by my dad calling me at 9am asking me if I had class. I told him I didn't so he asked me to come in and work. So I ran up to the bbq. It was very cold, and very slow, so we listened to music and put up some new shelves, which was a painful and silly process in itself. Jon came down and hung out with us, and it got really busy for a good 20 minutes, which was very surprising. I was completely exhausted, though so I went to Jons afterward and took an amazing nap followed by his dad making roast beef and mashed potatoes for dinner. I was kinda hesitant, but it ended up being completely amazing. I then went to school for rehearsal which was very tedious, but went remarkably fast. I ran to Val's to borrow her sweet silk fans then headed home to find Jon shooting up some zombies in Left 4 Dead. I bejeweled my bra for the Trash show, and then we went to bed. We were invited to Nick's for some drinks but I was just too exhausted. Even with the nap yesterday I was tired as all hell.

Today we're taking Ellory on his first Trip to New Hope. Even though it's cold and dreary out. D: But another awesome thing: My Trashy costume should be coming today!! I'm so beyond excited for that.

And on a last and unrelated note: I still love Balls of Fury as much as the first time I saw it.

Saturday I got woken up by my dad and worked for a couple of hours. It wasn't too busy, but we had one crazy surge which was... crazy. My dad's kind of a dick to work for, but what am I going to do? I was very bummed out, it was my first "official" day of Spring Break and how was I kicking it off? Serving Bar B Que followed by Jon and I cleaning out my car... *grumble* I then took a short nap followed by some of Jon's dad's cooking. Jon's friend Leif called him up and said he needed a DD that night, cuz he was going to the Colorado Cafe in Watchung. I had never been there before, and I had heard it was pretty cool. For anyone who doesn't know what he CC is, it's a country line dance/rock bar. K Rock does a lot of promo for it, so how bad could it be??? My first gripe was the fact I wasn't planning on going out, so I was pretty much dressed like a scrub. I didn't even have makeup with me. Jon says I'm always beautiful to him (<3 <3) but I felt like shit when I got there and all the girls were made up gorgeous. It was also $10 cover charge. Jon didn't have to worry about money because Leif paid for everything he wanted to do in return for getting a DD. It was also very cold in the room with the dance floor, with a huge sign saying pretty much "IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DANCE, GET OFF THE FLOOR. OR WE WILL TEACH YOU." I didn't like that very much... The "rock" bar wasn't terrible. A band was covering 90's rock songs, and they weren't that bad... I just wasn't in a great mood. Jon rode the mechanical bull for about a minute, and Leif for about 45 seconds (I got it on video...I will post Jon's on here at some point...lol). They were trying to get me to ride it but I didn't feel like paying an extra $5. That place is a goddamn money pit. Seriously. $10 to get in, the drinks are pricey, and the bartenders WILL rip you off if you don't watch your money (Jon was supposed to get $6 in change... only got $1, and when he brought it up to the bartender she gave him mad attitude), and then cute girls walk around with things to buy around midnight-1am (the shots were amazing, I will say though...I got 3 of them adding up to $9) like tube shots, jell-o shots, and flowers. It was $5 for two flowers. I wanted them, but Jon couldn't afford them because he went on the stupid mechanical bull... so I got a little sad. I also got a text message from Zorn saying she was at QXT's... which I've been promised she'd call me next time she went for the last... year? Yeah. Thanks. But if you're not into line dancing, the only way to have a good time @ the Colorado Cafe is be drunk. Leif bought me 2 drinks and on top of the shots, I was pretty good. But still cold. And looked like crap. *sigh* Jon and I danced once, because it was a slow dance. I loved that. That was my absolute favorite part of the night, actually. We left shortly after that because Leif was absolutely blasted and was getting shut down left and right by every girl in the bar (This one girl was a super bitch though, she let him buy her drinks and flowers and she flirted with him and all that... then "Oh hey, sorry I have a boyfriend." Not cool). On the way home we had to pull over twice for him to throw up. Yum.

Sunday was a very down day. I had a dream I was down in Orlando, and I woke up to being in Jon's room. It was noon. Holy shit. So we went upstairs to Jon's sisters entertaining a friend of theirs (who was pretty rude, I might add), and Jon had some lunch. I was feeling kinda shitty because it was cloudy and the temperature was already going down, and I started thinking about my less than exciting week, and the pretty much terrible kickoff to it the night before. So I was just really sad. And Jon doesn't have money due to the fact he didn't get paid, so we pretty much can't do jack shit. So I am very mad and depressed, and he can't do anything about it so we bickered. And I cried and he apologized, then I apologized, then I cried. Then I cried, and so on, etc. Ellory called me around 3, and was apparently as bored as we were, so we agreed to meet up with him at my house to get some White Castle. I went upstairs to get my leftovers from Jon's dad's dinner (he made me fried calamari!!), and I was eating some of it. It was fried calamari and seafood pasta that he had made for the family but gave me some to take home (His cooking is seriously the shit). Jon's mom came in and this was the conversation:

Mom: Ahhhh.... eating my dinner?
Me: No?
Mom: No, that's my dinner.
Me: No it's not?
Mom: Oh, yes it is. *smirk*
Me: No... this is my calamari they made last night...
Mom: *eyes narrowed* Well did you buy it?
Me: No I did not. *pushes dish away*

That woman is unbelievable. I am nothing but nice to her. I kiss her ass like no one's business and she pulled that shit. Not acceptable. I still took home my leftovers, but she has to be kidding. We left shortly after that, and met up with Ellory at my house. We got some White Castle, which was very awesome, then came back and watched "My Small Breasts and Me" on the BBC (very creepy and fucked up). Followed by some Cold Stone, followed by my new all time favorite episode of Family Guy (did anyone else see it? I was laughing so hard I was crying over the brain damaged horse). Jon played Left 4 Dead the whole night. He borrowed someone's headset so he's been doing that. I watched Enchanted, which ended up making me a little bummed (the line "Does he take you out dancing just to hold you close?" made me a little sad). But the absolute highlight of my night was this:

My all time favorite website is Trashy.com. And they have incredibly costumes I can NEVER afford (except for the mobster costume I bought that wasn't even Trashy, it was "Music Legs"). But they had this ridiculous sale going on where their actual Trashy costumes were up to 70% off! I bought a $545 costume for $110 (with shipping). So I am very proud and excited for that. I can actually have a pin up shoot!

This is the costume:


I can not WAIT to get this in the mail... holy shit.

But that's pretty much my weekend... Here I go on this fabulous exciting so-so Spring Break...

Thursday was very chill, ended up seeing the Watchmen, which I enjoyed but I wasn't super hooplah-psyched about it. It was the same way with Dark Knight for me (Sorry! >.<). But this was the pain about it: I saw the midnight showing with no knowledge of its length: I got home @ 3:30am, and had to be up by 9 to be @ the Director of Hot L's by 10. I groggily showered then made my way to Somerville to work with her. I told her I had to leave exactly at eleven so I could get to work, since my dad gave me some hours. She let me go @ 11:20. Got there around noon, my cousin Joe and my Pop were there with my dad, so that was nice. Joe is my cool cousin, and apparently a friend of his lives in Morristown so we all need to get drinks sometime. I worked there til about 2 (it was painfully slow, no rush at all, just a customer here or there), then headed home to meet up with Angie. We hang out a lot again, I really missed her. She had to get some costume pieces for a film she's working on, so off to New Hope we went! The people at Love Saves the Day are total dickheads, and we got most of her stuff done so we walked around and were silly. I almost bought this gorgeous pink and purple dress that fit me like a fucking glove, but it was $50. I had the money from working GP's and the $24 from babysitting. And I really wanted it, but I just didn't want to buy it if it was going to sit in my closet. It was like a Stepford Wife dress (as Angie put it). But we carried on. We saw a couple canoodling in the "dressing room" at Chateu Exotique and snickered, then it was time to head out. We went to Stop N Shop, stocked up on snacks and drinks, and headed home to meet Jon. I was fall down exhausted, but she was having a rough week, so I figured "Why not??"

We all drank and had a pretty good time, except apparently Champagne now makes me throw up (wtf?!), as do shots of straight vodka (I hate straight shots... I gave into peer pressure). I actually passed out on my floor around 1, and Jon carried me to bed. Then we all fell asleep. It was a pretty good night. Angie left her phone in the bathroom, so she missed her alarm and was late to her appointment this morning and I felt really bad about it. Jon was cranky when he got up cuz he has to teach karate and he has a headache. I tried going back to sleep after Jon headed out (Oh my shit still exhausted... I need that extra hour at least!) but my phone rang literally the second my back door slammed. It was my dad,

"Hey college student, sleepin all day?!" No. But thank you, dad. He wants me to work. It's going to be 70-something today, so that means there will be people. So yes, yes I will work hung over and cranky. I would love to.

But this brings me to something else: I think I have the lowest expectations ever for Spring Break. I have a few bucks in my pocket, which is good. Jon didn't get paid for all the work he did last week and this week, so he's broke. So this weekend when it's beautiful and sunny and nice... doesn't look like we're going anywhere. Or even this coming week. So yeah. If Spring Break ends up being a ridiculous blast out of some random happenstance, I will take it back. But I am not expecting much this year except Hot L rehearsals, a show that's seeming to inconvenience everyone I know, and West Side Story.

Yesterday was indeed a punch kittens, puppies, and babies day. Though it did not start that day. But I'm going to rewind to Tuesday.

Went to school. Did the classes thing, then went with my friend Sam from my Creative Writing class to White Castle (we've been trying to go since classes started). I was going to go visit Jon after WC, so I told him I'd bring him something, then (surprise) his dad wanted me to bring him something, even though I only had $4 in cash. So me being the good girlfriend, I ordered up an extra cheeseburgers and two double cheeseburgers. I get to Jon's, and he tells me his dad just went to bed. Oh fuck no. He will get his ass up and eat these burgers. So he did and we went up to the kitchen, the friggin morons at White Castle forgot one of the double cheeseburgers, and I felt bad. But it was okay, even though they charged me for 2 double cheeseburgers.

I slept in at Jon's, and he went to work. I slept in til about 10 then went to Georgie Porgie's to visit my dad. He actually put me to work, which was pretty cool and he got some decent customers... but he didn't pay me. I didn't even get the $4 in tips that were left in the tip jar. What the fuck is that shit?? I went back to Jon's, we had some lunch then I had to run to a thrift store to pick up a pair of jeans for Hot L. So we picked up and went, and this is where my day fell apart. I got a pair of jeans and an a amazing pair of patent heels for $14. I went up to pay... and my debit card was rejected. What? That's ridiculous. So she tried it again. It was rejected again. Not good. And that's when everything hit me. No job. No income. I was done. Out of money. The thing is, I don't spend my money on crap often. It's mostly been food. So it all kind of hit me. That combined with school. Combined with the show. Combined with my lack of getting any kind of burlesque shows. Yeah. It kind of all fell on top of me. Jon got the jeans and shoes for me. He didn't have to, but that's what makes him amazing. We went back to his house and I called my mom and we went into this whole thing, that didn't really make me feel any better, only heightening my stress level... Jon's sisters started fighting upstairs... very loudly. Turning into some serious shit.

I went to rehearsal and I was a mess. I was supposed to be off book for Act I (and Act II tonight) and I wasn't even close. I was a huge ball of stress, and I was about to just say fuck it all, and go home. I was asked at least 4 times if I wanted to quit, but I don't but at the same time... I do. Ugh..

But then when rehearsal started going, I felt okay. I felt a little better. I'm going to stay in the show and I'm going to keep looking for a source of income. That's all I can do... right?