Welcome to the world, it will let you down.

I've been unusually mo-mo the last few weeks, I don't know why. I blame it on the weather. I just want to sleep all the time. And when I'm awake I just think about how much I want to be sleeping. I bet it's also because I've had to work on the weekends. This gives me nothing to look forward to and makes life seem pointless.
In other news I've decided to quit drinking. Don't get sad children, just for awhile. It's just a test for myself. I think that if I can't make myself do things or approach people or say what I want to say unless I am drinking then I shouldn't be saying those things at all or talking to those people. I did accomplish a goal of confrontation totally sober which was a big step. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. It's a step. It's not like I'm not totally ridiculous while sober anyways.
I need to make today productive.

I'm naming my firstborn "Pabst"

I made the decision to stay in tonight. I felt it was a good one to make since I was very tired. However I also drank a large quantity of coffee. After laying in my bed not falling asleep for a good portion of time, I decided to give up on sleep. I then made the choice to leave my trust in the cold goodness of Pabst. I'm only two PBR's in and I may not make it farther than that, but still, I feel my mood has improved slightly.

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I had a bad day yesterday. I remedied this by having some PBR. It worked out for the most part. Except for now I can only taste Pabst. It's the taste that never leaves. I guess I don't mind much.
I really, really, really do not want to go to work today. I am procrastinating a lot. I should have probably went and showered 2 hours ago. Now it's 11:05 and I have to be at work at 12:00 and I just will skip showering. Dirty bike punks ftw? Ew, no.
But seriously.
It's snowing and I hope people decide not to leave their houses today. Stay home. Stay home and away from the mall. Well actually, go to any mall other than the one in the rob. Stay out of the rob altogether. Because I am tired and want to sleep more. Coffee.

True, it may seem like a stretch.

John and I are bringing back three-way attack phone calls. So be on your toes. I also want to make a burn book. I feel like it will be therapeutic. Mean girls had so many good ideas.
I hate gingers. My cd is skipping and this is not cool.It's some mix cd someone made me. Don't worry. I replaced it with another mix cd that B. Mo made me. It features IATA and Cartel, I think. I wish everyone made me a mix cd, everyday. Always.
I was in a bad mood earlier but I since am on my second cup of ridiculously strong coffee and it made my mood improve.
I don't know if I'm going to go out tonight. But tomorrow!!!! Tomorrow I am very much looking forward to. AND I am excited to have another G.N.O. with Pamela. A real one this time. Yessss! My outfit tomorrow is going to rule. Even though no one ever notices besides Pamela. That's okay. We will make sure to take a FL(full length) photo this time. Yes yes.
Oh my, this coffee is crazy.

Baxter, you know I don't speak Spanish.

I have taken Pamela's advice and been listening a lot to SK. Incidentally my mood has drastically improved. Coincidence? I think not.
My friend of the same name but different spelling (Gena) left me a myspace comment telling me that this girl looks like me.

This girl is probably about 15.
Excellent.
In other news, Brillo Box show this weekend!! Super stoked. I have to make sure not to get too drunk at the Brillo Box though because the steps that lead upstairs are really steep and I've had some close calls with them. I'm going to have to save most of the drunkeness for the after party, wherever it may be.
Wow, it is snowing like crazy. I wish this laptop worked like a real laptop because I would totally take it to work with me.

Whiney time is for winners.

I am so mad/upset. I feel awful and angry and sad. I hate being a girl.
I should stop listening to sad songs repeatedly.

I hate you, Terry.

Hello. Let's update. I currently feel like I'm going to vomit. This is not fun. But back to real updates. Like our fake b-day party. The turnout was not bad. I mean, it was generally the same people we always hang out with, but I really like all of those people so I'm into it. It was a good time. No drama, just fun.
Then yesterday we went to see the band play at The Rock Room. We were not in happy moods. The Rock Room was creepy and hot and the sound was bad. I felt like a douchebag because I sat in a corner and didn't speak to anybody but Pam. Oh well. I am listening to Watson Park. I like them. The show itself wasn't bad, we were just in terrible moods. I went to sleep as soon as I got home and I still slept in today. Oh tiredness.
There was a random flash of lightening and then a couple rumbles of thunder last night. Then there was nothing else. It was strange. I guess I don't feel much like updating. I thought I did but we all know I can never make up my mind about anything. EVER.

Yawn.

Yesterday I went to Club Cafe with Stacy for open mic night. It was nice. It's all acoustic and pretty chill. There was no cover and drink specials so I was happy. I only had two drinks but they were delicious. The only bad thing about acoustic is that all the songs are generally depressing love songs. I sort of wanted to die afterwards. All the people that played were really good though.
Becki, Andrew, John and Jason were supposed to meet us at the rex afterwards but Andrew had a headache so Becki called and said to just come over Jason's. Then John called and said it was going to be boring and we might as well just stay at Club Cafe. So that's what we did. I wanted to see everyone but I had a nice time just kicking it there.
My goal today is to go out and get some coffee. Becca wants to after she's off work and I was thinking about inviting Joe since he is usually down for coffee and I haven't heard from him in a few days.
There is apparently some show at Lava Lounge on Valentines Day that might be fun. I'm considering it. I'm considering a few things. Always. Valentines Day is so lame.
80's night this week seems promising. I'm stoked. It's always worth it to be able to scream "This bed is on fire with passion and love!". That always makes it worth it.
So far today I have paid off some debts, did my taxes and searched for a new job. I think some more laundry will be next. I did the dishes too. I'm going to totally marry someone in a band so we go on tour all the time and I don't have to do any housework ever. Scooooore.

Fuck rehab, I wanna get drunk.

First off, I am really upset nobody has commented on the new Myspace pictures yet. I think they are hilarious and show how Pamela and I are fun and silly and everyone should want to be/date us. But nooooooooooo, that's not what anyone else seems to think. I have terrible, terrible, AWFUL pains in my stomach today. This makes me unhappy. It makes me very mean. I would like to punch people very much.
So apparently today is the "Superbowl". What the fuck? What does that mean? Who cares? Why is it "super"? Seriously. I mean, I know everybody cares but why? Why does everybody care? It makes me so mad.
I need a new outfit for the party. Too bad I hate life today or I would have went shopping after work. My family members keep trying to speak to me and it's rather annoying. I don't wish to speak to people. Unless my sister wants to guitar battle me. It's on.
Myspace ruins lives. I swear it does. I swear I want funfetti cupcakes. Oh, I hear someone. Oh it's the sister. They are going to CVS. I requested Aleve. And some JD.