it's never too late for coffee

yes its 1156am and i can still say good morning because until it turns 1200 its not noon so im not that much of a lazy bum to have just woken up >_>

its my day off today. i gotta run some errands. which really means im gonna sit here in my underwear and be really lazy til i feel like getting a shower and then leaving my apartment.

work was so crazy last night. i got a visit from KP which was nice! I just started talking to him and some crazy woman walks right up to me, grabs a handful of my hair, and starts talking about how wonderful my hair color is… wtf ever happened to having personal space??? this isnt the first time its happened but its not like im okay with strangers grabbing my hair to comment on it. my manager Emily gets the same shit cause shes got sleeves. OH MY GOD LET ME SEE YOUR TATTOOS /grabs arm. people = crazy motherfuckers.

We got back to my apartment and Sir John Sheats was already there. We got into a wonderful discussion about fleshlights and how to customize your own! I’m a bit envious. I just wanna shove my hand in one and see what it feels like.

John and KP left a bit after and i passed the fuck out cause my bed is comfy as shittt.

SOCCER TODAY?! possibly maybe.

why is it so hard for other guys to be okay with the fact that 99% of my friends are guys. i dont think im the only girl out there in this situation. i practically think of myself as a guy (you’d think so too if you saw how my room is decorated: star wars, mortal kombat, halo, nissan gtr, a random Rays 57 wheel, diecast model cars, an r2d2 trashcan, xbox, etc). i like “guy” things. i play video games. im damn good at them too and im cocky as hell. i prefer sports and getting covered in mud over pampering myself and going to see a chick flick. i have an affinity for cars that alot of guys cant even begin to grasp. it only makes sense that the majority of my friends are guys. i legit only have 2 friends that are girls. its not that i despise the female population, but rather i have more to talk about with guys when we share the same interests. but, i digress.

one of my friends who has shown interest in me several times always gets so annoyed when he sees that im hanging out with other guys. like seriously?

1) im single and i like it that way (for now).
2) just because im hanging out with a guy does not mean they like me or that i like them.

i know guys have ranted about this before if they primarily have friends that are girls.
it just sucks cause this always happens. im cursed.

went to dinner with one of my friends (whom also happens to be an ex boyfriend). he took me to get steak down in Annapolis. it was amazing. i dressed like a ninja. a fancy ninja.

he got that chunky filet mignon. i stuck to the ribeye. it def hit the spot. been craving meat for a while :p

ps: that plate of shrooms was all me. SO JUICY.

really fucking annoyed.

please do this now i beg
duct tape my arms and legs
throw me into the sea
please save me, please save meee

My weekend was pretty damn awesome.

Got outta work to head home for shenanigans. Emily and I walked around my apartment in our underwear and hid from Will and John in the pillow room. We tried to stay in there as long as we could but we both had to pee.

Soon after, Will’s friends came over and we played some BP (im actually pretty damn awesome at it now). Emily and I came so close to beating Will’s friends. -_-
They left around 2am and then it was time to head to the beach! John fell asleep on my bed (yet again), so Emily and I started to get dressed and whatnot. Will wasnt feeling too good so he decided to stay home. The three of us ended up leaving around 4am. It was definitely a bad idea leaving that early and not getting any sleep. I nodded off while driving twice. I had to stop at WaWa to get some coffee. When the sun finally rose at 6am I felt better and was more awake.

John was asleep most of the car ride. Emily kept me awake and we sang songs the entire way.

I made a little detour to visit my parents. My mom was so happy to see me. Im probably a terrible child because i dont drive home to see my parents often. We finally got to the beach at 7am. It was pretty awesome cause it was so empty. I didnt bring my camera but Emily did! More pics to ensue. We walked all the way up the shoreline and to the information center where we sat on a bench dedicated to the memory of Sharon Rinaldi…haha. Every bench is dedicated to somebody. When i die, i want sharon’s bench so i can sit there and make fun of all the idiots that believed there was a real shark preserved in glass on the boardwalk. I fell asleep on the bench with my mouth open im so glad a seagull didnt shit in it.

I parked at 19th street and we ended up walking to the ends of the earth looking for a suitable meal. We walked all the way down to 36th and werent satisfied so we walked all the way back (we have blisters on our feet. never again). Finally we got to my car and i drove us down to a Dough Roller on 70th. Emily and I got this bangin cream chipped beef while John got toast and a really big disturbing sausage.

We wanted to setup a tent on the beach so we could play Uno in it and take a nap but we couldnt find a damn tent anywhere! A random lady suggested that we visit a store called Roses. We didnt find a tent but John found a coconut bra. I got sick and puked in their bathroom so we decided to go home. (Reiterating: not a good idea to pull an all nighter and attempt to drive 2 hrs home). I drove half an hour and started to doze off so i decided the safest route was to detour to my parents house and nap. We slept from 1pm-9pm by accident. On the ride home, we sang every Blink 182 and Senses Fail song available at my fingertips.