So, let's say I work three jobs. M-Th I work at the Pierogi Queen/ Old Country Deli in Enfield. F and Sun I work the bar. I either cater or cover people on Saturdays. Then M-Su I plan and develop Camp Stanica which will take place July 11th-24th. Even then, I'm catering a wedding the 17th. I just can't get a break can I?
No, I will, in three days and a month from now. Just found out I'll be spending a few days in Venice. I'm so happy I could pee. I'll be going to two countries this summer! CRAZY. And Pula, Croatia is BEAUTIFUL. It's got all these old Roman buildings and aqueducts and coliseums. So excited. I don't want to brag, but it feels like no one really gets how excited I am. Oh well. I am so insanely grateful...I don't even know where to start my thank yous.
I love everybody. Sometimes.
Ps- Camp better be a piece of fucking cake this year. My stress level is way to high for summer and skin is way to pale. Oh, fucking well. I'm more concerned about the stress.
I watched Precious today. Fucking awesome movie. I bawled so hard. This makes me appreciate my life so much more and how lucky I am. She also inspired me to move forward and to really take control of my situation, no matter what it is. Really strong stuff.
I'm off to bed. Job 2 awaits!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
NBA finals with mom- Extreme LOL
So I watched Game 7 not at my bar, nor with my friends- but with my MOM. Small, Polish, blonde, curly haired and crazy- she was so fucking into it! It was awesome. She cried 'murder' for every call against the Celtics and demanded referee blood. But what can ya say? It was played on LA turf so they were up against so much: the fans, the media (fuck you ABC), the refs, the calls and the crazy desire to break the legacy.
They were both amazing teams and they both played kind of dirty. I'm so upset with how many fouls the Celtics were called on and how many times they let that Gasol fucker and Bryant up on the line. They were just giving away free baskets. Oh and I really don't like that Vivijicicwhatthefucckk his last name is. He just came off as such a douchebag.
It all came down to who wanted it more. Doc Rivers was sweating up a storm and I knew he wanted it, but so what? He had the boys on the court rep him, but all in all they could only fulfill their own goals. I still love Ray Allen, #20 on the Celts. I think he's got incredible talent and keeps his cool, and I know this is girly, but he's a cutie patootie. Him and Pierce- more so Allen though haha.
Oh and PS- I know this is dumb, but seriously all you haters on Facebook need to STFU. Who the FUCK cares if I post a status on the game? Quit your fucking pseudo intellectual bullshit and chill out. How about you start showing that same concern for the fuckers involved in the fucking BP oil spill or what's actually going on in the world? Instead, you have this passive and almost apathetic outlook that the 'common man' and his connection to something is so 'passe'. Bullshit. Don't even try to pull Marx on me here bitch because the bastard rooted for many an underdog in his time! Underdogs that completely went against HIS notions of a perfect society. And ps- acting 'above it all' makes you look fucking stupid. I mean, c'mon really. You're so offended by people's excitement and expression by something they're passionate about? The moment someone says shit about your trendy political beliefs or clothes or fucking music (eat a bag of dicks your pseudo hardcore and hipster indie shitbirds) all hell breaks loose. Seriously- grow a pair and chill out.
Translation: I hate fucking pretentious and trendy yet utterly IGNORANT AND STUPID Western Mass fucks. Yes, I'm calling you out.
And I'm serious about BP. Everyone should be pissed at that shit. NOT OKAY.
Anyways, work tomorrow. Dreaming big about Croatia :)
They were both amazing teams and they both played kind of dirty. I'm so upset with how many fouls the Celtics were called on and how many times they let that Gasol fucker and Bryant up on the line. They were just giving away free baskets. Oh and I really don't like that Vivijicicwhatthefucckk his last name is. He just came off as such a douchebag.
It all came down to who wanted it more. Doc Rivers was sweating up a storm and I knew he wanted it, but so what? He had the boys on the court rep him, but all in all they could only fulfill their own goals. I still love Ray Allen, #20 on the Celts. I think he's got incredible talent and keeps his cool, and I know this is girly, but he's a cutie patootie. Him and Pierce- more so Allen though haha.
Oh and PS- I know this is dumb, but seriously all you haters on Facebook need to STFU. Who the FUCK cares if I post a status on the game? Quit your fucking pseudo intellectual bullshit and chill out. How about you start showing that same concern for the fuckers involved in the fucking BP oil spill or what's actually going on in the world? Instead, you have this passive and almost apathetic outlook that the 'common man' and his connection to something is so 'passe'. Bullshit. Don't even try to pull Marx on me here bitch because the bastard rooted for many an underdog in his time! Underdogs that completely went against HIS notions of a perfect society. And ps- acting 'above it all' makes you look fucking stupid. I mean, c'mon really. You're so offended by people's excitement and expression by something they're passionate about? The moment someone says shit about your trendy political beliefs or clothes or fucking music (eat a bag of dicks your pseudo hardcore and hipster indie shitbirds) all hell breaks loose. Seriously- grow a pair and chill out.
Translation: I hate fucking pretentious and trendy yet utterly IGNORANT AND STUPID Western Mass fucks. Yes, I'm calling you out.
And I'm serious about BP. Everyone should be pissed at that shit. NOT OKAY.
Anyways, work tomorrow. Dreaming big about Croatia :)
Monday, June 14, 2010
Scrambled, please.
It's been almost a year. JK only months and some change but enough to make me question my very own name. I got a Tumblr...what for? Eh I don't even know. I also round my old Livejournal. Haha. Good shit.
But if I were to wrap up the last half year as quickly as possible it would go like this:
January- was in Georgia for three weeks; amazing. I love the country and the people and met some amazing new friends. Started my fourth semester in college. Awful New Years; Matt Zabik walked in on me and Dave. Ass.
February- cute Valentine's Day at Taco Bell. Dave knows me too well. It snows and snows, I am no longer so cold. I am a bartender!
March- worst.month.of.my.life. Get into car accident the day of spring break; the month is followed by stress, calls to and from the lawyer, the insurance office, the doctors, the repair shop and the physical therapy office. I miss my period and take a preggo test which comes out negative. Thanks Stef! Ugh what a month.
April- we hit 90 degree weather! The end is sooo near...of the semester that is.
May- FINALS! Got all A's bitches! So happy. Worst/best semester ever. Apply for the program at Kosciuszko....which I do not find out until...
JUNE- denied from Kosciuszko program in Poland. Fucking PISSED. Trying to get my $$$ back, bitch won't reply to my emails. The only way I got my response was after I emailed them asking what was going on. Ugh. I work at the Pierogi Queen in Enfield/ The Polish National Home of Enfield/ The Old Polish Deli and the PNH of Chicopee Falls bartending. I work everyday.
:/
But it's all worth it. I might be going to Croatia :)...! So I need the money.
-----------------------
And when you sigh the bed
shakes and
rumbles like the hungry
belly walls of
a
beast in heat.
Do not fast upon
simplicity, because, well,
that's all you'll get.
Let's be illogical-
let's speak physical.
It does not matter whether your grammar fits-
but as long as it causes me to ring ring ring
Will I accept
the invitation-But!
For now you sleep,
and every sigh brings
blood blushing
to my ever remembering
cheeks.
But if I were to wrap up the last half year as quickly as possible it would go like this:
January- was in Georgia for three weeks; amazing. I love the country and the people and met some amazing new friends. Started my fourth semester in college. Awful New Years; Matt Zabik walked in on me and Dave. Ass.
February- cute Valentine's Day at Taco Bell. Dave knows me too well. It snows and snows, I am no longer so cold. I am a bartender!
March- worst.month.of.my.life. Get into car accident the day of spring break; the month is followed by stress, calls to and from the lawyer, the insurance office, the doctors, the repair shop and the physical therapy office. I miss my period and take a preggo test which comes out negative. Thanks Stef! Ugh what a month.
April- we hit 90 degree weather! The end is sooo near...of the semester that is.
May- FINALS! Got all A's bitches! So happy. Worst/best semester ever. Apply for the program at Kosciuszko....which I do not find out until...
JUNE- denied from Kosciuszko program in Poland. Fucking PISSED. Trying to get my $$$ back, bitch won't reply to my emails. The only way I got my response was after I emailed them asking what was going on. Ugh. I work at the Pierogi Queen in Enfield/ The Polish National Home of Enfield/ The Old Polish Deli and the PNH of Chicopee Falls bartending. I work everyday.
:/
But it's all worth it. I might be going to Croatia :)...! So I need the money.
-----------------------
And when you sigh the bed
shakes and
rumbles like the hungry
belly walls of
a
beast in heat.
Do not fast upon
simplicity, because, well,
that's all you'll get.
Let's be illogical-
let's speak physical.
It does not matter whether your grammar fits-
but as long as it causes me to ring ring ring
Will I accept
the invitation-But!
For now you sleep,
and every sigh brings
blood blushing
to my ever remembering
cheeks.
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