Disaster strikes a jersey girl... again

Apparently the Snookster is not the only one who can have an epic fail when alcohol is involved. Its sad how much we have in common.                                  WAAAAAAAAH!

Was supposed to go into NYC for a girls night... a friend of mine just had a baby and it was her birthday, she really wanted a night out. I helped plan it and it was supposed to be a blast- get all gussied up and drive to the city dance the night away stop for cake at a famous diner on the way home. Bam. Awesome.


                Well, the outline of the game plan was awesome....
                                        execution, not so much....
       I mean, doing a shot each in the kitchen before we left, not too bad of an idea. Doing three shots each in the kitchen, kinda a bad idea. Bringing two bottles of straight liquor in the car to share between 6 people, eh not the brightest idea. the thought behind it- that if we drink prior to the club we will spend less money when we get there, yeah that's ingenious.
      Apparently, everyone thought it was a good idea to designate a driver upon exiting the club based on who was most sober.            That is simply a HORRENDOUS idea.
      Well, a 1.75 liter bottle of vodka and a parrot bay rum bottle in the car with us... needless to say not smart. Drinking straight from the bottle, even dumber. I tried to say no thanks, ew, straight nasty vodka yuk not for me... and then was called a pussy and a pansy and a wimp. So I shot some. EWWWW Do the wiggle (everyone's gotta do a little shake after a nasty shot). I weighed 112lbs as I was getting ready for this ordeal. Yeah I'm the little one on the right. Bad idea to be chugging vodka from the bottle.

Long story short, I was the most wasted- BY FAR- and was smashed before we even reached the city. I yelled at everyone when we got there because I couldn't find my ticket to get in and thought they had stolen it. I was so plastered they wouldn't let me or any of the other girls apparently get into the club. I peed in the middle of a NYC street. I busted my ass at some point- ripped my knee down to the bone, hit my head really hard and scraped up my elbow leg and foot. Threw up in the car on the ride home- I mean honestly, if your gonna put the drunkest person in the trunk of the SUV to roll around wasted without a seat belt, your asking for trouble. And had to be dumped on my parents doorstep for my sister to take care of because no one actually tried to get in touch with my boyfriend, whom I live with, although they claim they did.

      Don't remember the walk of shame to my boyfriends car after my sister called him to take me home.     Or into my apartment....     or waking up and hocking a loogey in our bed for no reason..... classy
I do remember waking up to intense head and knee pain.    A lump the size of a Grade A XXL egg on my right frontal lobe of my little head.       A knee the size of a baseball oozing blood and puss (thank you streets of NYC) that wouldn't bend or bear weight.         oh and not being able to bend or lean on my arm because of the massively bruised elbow.

        At least my boyfriend and sister still loved me.       my 'friends', not so much.
you learn who your true friends are after nights like this. People who don't even want an apology until they're ready for it, or people who will take the apology, ask if your doing ok, and then be like btw im still pissed but we'll talk about it later.... or people who will take it to another extreme, bully you and try to walk all over you.

                 Merp. Jazzy Problems. WAAAAH

So yeah as an update. I quit that job. Theres only so much abuse a p[erson can take. Call me an effing moron, effing asshole, stick your finger in my face while screaming at me, threaten to replace me and call me a shitty worker or whatever. At some point everyone breaks. No more frustrated tears. Here's the big ef you from me---- when im like whatever, bring it. I wanted to punch her in the face and scream obsenities... but obviously I am growing up and maturing. I didnt bend didnt break didnt flinch under the harrassment and pressure. I literally just kept quiet mt unprofessional and immature thoughts that could have become outrbursts. Honestly, I know I made some stupid mistakes at this job. Really dumb. But I see them as outweighed by all the above and beyond things I did... living at the farm for 9 days straight while my boss enjoyed a vacay in Florida... using my new truck almost every day in work as the farm vehicle(and not bitching about gas usage)... using my boyfriend as free labor around the farm... working 13+ hours a day with no lunch breaks (for 3 months). Oh yeah and did I mention being lied to about my pay/compensation. who in their right mind works 13+ hours a day for 6 dqays a week for menial pay without complaining?? ME. thats something to be commended for, not reprimanded for. But I guess when your an only child given everything you've ever wanted, then go and work for CEOs and CFOs being a glorified and well paid secretary (who most likely slept your way into a comfortable position) you adapt a mindset that you get what you want no matter what. UM REALITY CHECK. You cannot walk all over people. You cannot say whatever you want to people. AND p.s. your a shitty business person with no interpersonal skills.

But now i'm free to job search, do somw physical and mental healing... and oh yeah, prepare for a birthday bash in NYC and a sorority take over of AC : ) Bring it bitches

bored blogging passes the time of a racing mind

Honestly... how did I get to this point?
Like I've said about crazy people(can't stand them) they're just everywhere. Is there such thing as normal? I think that's the idea to ponder today. Cuz what is normal in a person? The guy who works in the suit from 9 to 5 goes home to his wife and two kids for dinner then turns on his computer and runs a fetish porn site out of his home? For all anyone knows hes a normal 5'9" white male with sandy blonde hair, decently geometrical face and well kept hair who drives a Toyota because its dependable, doesn't quite make 6 figures but lives comfortably and hes the guy with some crazy fetish porn site that's just really taking off on the internet and he's gotta come up with some sort of excuse for the extra income to keep a low profile. But he appears normal.

Take me:
5'2"... too short to stand out, but not short enough to stand out
115lbs... not skinny, not terribly curvy, athletic build but still have a little belly fat
hair.... short, reverse bob, generally some shade of red, sometimes with blonde highlights. considering going deep dark brown with red highlights
face... lots of freckles, stylish glasses, eyebrow ring, nose ring, monroe piercing.
eyes... brown
other attributes- tongue ring, belly ring, multiple earrings, 5 tatoos, fake tan, push up bra bust
why am I telling you all of this? because someone said to me today: You obviously have a take on the world/fuck the world issue of defiance that you haven't outgrown.
Its not defiance. I had long hair. I blended in with all of the other girls with long brown hair. I used to have the honey blonde highlights, I used to try to look like a barbie doll. Theres one bad thing about Barbie... everyone only likes the tall skinny blonde one. I am none of those things. Id rather stand out in a crowd then blend into it. call it defiance. Its not. its self exploration and expression.

So now you know what I look like. Not stereotypical 25 year old woman, not stereotypical jersey italian, not stereotypical college grad, not stereotypical horse girl... JUST ME.

Personality?
Loyal, Trustworthy, honest to the point of 'I love you but your a fucking moron', hard working(gives 115% 13hrs a day and still wonders was it enough?), bust my ass, give you the shirt off my back, bend over backwards to help you out or make you happy, always smiling, a little loud and obnoxious, proud of me and mine and I'll kill you if you try to knock me down.... loving. whether you deserve it or not I give a shit about other people.
My 25th birthday in NYC- pretty normal, right??

over the summer, 2011

So the question is... does it matter what I look like? Can I still be a normal, good person even if I appear a little rough around the edges? My current boss....thingy... idk what she is now cuz honestly I dont know if I can work under someone like her... but she tells me every other day how she almost didnt hire me based on my appearance alone- because I was not the typical all-american looking girl.

IS THAT FAIR??

People are crazy... no seriously

So how long since my last entry? And I've been fired like 3 times and brought back. I don't understand people that do'nt appreciate other people and walk all over them, and then I pick up their HORRIBLE habits. I work 12 to 14 hour days and it's never enough, I wander through my days wondering if I'll still have a job or a head in the morning(because I may go home and blow it off....) and now my stress has induced a bout of rheumatoid arthritis in my 25 years young body. FML. And to make matters better... after cleaning house for 3 hours I hopped online to blog and my boyfriends blog came up. One of his entries, yup right there at the top he mentioned something I had said to him in private and called me a dumbass.

I'm going to spit in his food that I'll prepare for him tonight.

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