That Time I Turned 25 & Assaulted Someone

So remember a while back when I said that I would post about my 25th birthday that occurred in July? Well, now it's finally time to make that happen.

To start off with, I woke up to a bazillion Facebook notifications from people that don't normally talk to me, as is their wont. Then Madison came over & gave me these awesome shoes.

My feet aren't actually that big.

Then we went to the place where we get our piercings done. She got the back of her neck pierced for the 3rd time (long story) & I finally got an industrial piercing like I've wanted for an eternity.

Success!

After that, I had dinner with my small group from church. That was pretty uneventful, as was the barhopping afterwards. I was photographed all sweaty & gross with Katie.

Gross!

After we took that picture, Katie & I went downstairs to get some more drinks & unfortunately missed this redneck girl giving some guy a lap dance. My church friends decided that it was time to hightail it out of there, so off we went. Then this guy from my group, Brad (who was really drunk) became very belligerent & yelling at passersby (on top of making a lot of sexist & misogynistic comments). I was trying to calm him down & get him to shut up. Eventually he left (drunk. We tried to stop him but he wouldn't not).

But Brad isn't done! You see, he had seen Madison on my Facebook & had been messaging her. I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of terrible at being able to tell whether or not people are a good fit for one another, so I just told her to give him a chance; however, she was already grossed out by him before they met because of some of the texts he had sent. Anyway, the night after my birthday I had a party with the people from work & anyone else who wanted to come. Well, since Madison was going to be there Brad wanted to be there as well. He showed up at the restaurant & would hardly talk to anyone. And when he did, he was incredibly judgmental & kind of an ass. Now, I'm not going to say that any of the rest of us handled the situation very well, but needless to say he left before the party resumed at my place.

Once we got to my place, everyone proceeded to drink a bit. I was good for a while, until close to the end when people were starting to leave & that asshole Sam got me to start doing shots (I never do shots). After having had about 4 beers previously, the 4 to 5 Malibu shots kind of sent me over the edge.

As I have mentioned in a previous post, when I get really...drinky...I begin shedding clothes. First was my shirt...

That's Kristin. She's important in a minute.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending...) there are no pictures of me once I got into my underwear. Anyway, for some reason or another I went up to my room & as I was coming back down the stairs I fell. Luckily I didn't go head over ass or anything like that. I just fell & kind of...slid down. Anyway, when I reached the bottom, Kristin, who was also not in her most lucid mind, threw a cookie at me. This cookie hit me in the mouth & gosh darn it, it hurt! I wasn't going to stand for that so I chucked my phone at her. Surprisingly, drunk me has better aim than sober me because the next thing I see is Kristin's head flying back as my phone made contact with her face.

As was seen in one of the first pictures on here, my phone is really big (a Droid). This next picture is the aftermath...

Kristin, with ice on her lip & blood on the floor next to her, waving at the camera.

After that, I called it a night & went upstairs. Then the stomachy feeling started & I took my pillow & a blanket in with me to the bathroom, where I proceeded to puke off & on for about an hour, all the while having "Back to Black" by Amy Winehouse stuck in my head. I was upset about her dying earlier that day, so having that particular song & her dead voice stuck in my head while I was already sick just made it worse.

After that, I realized that I needed to get my shit together. I've only been really drunk once since then, but I've made a concerted effort to cut back on the drinking. I'm 25 years old & don't need to be throwing shit at people.

Guess Who May Be Moving...Again

You'll never figure it out.

As the situation stands, I can stay where I am until April/May of next year. That's until my roommate's girlfriend moves in after she graduates & they get engaged. However, I have the opportunity to move in with Sam & Madison (who are now friends, WTF?!) this fall, & I think I may take it up. I just don't want to be in a position when it's time to move where I don't have anyone to live with again because if there's anything I've learned in life, it's that people are not dependable.

As you may remember, Sam is the one who I was going to move in with last year & then got cold feet, which resulted in me moving in with Skidmark (*shivers*). However, he's more financially independent, mature, & hates living at home. Madison has never lived away from home before, but she makes enough at our job that she should be fine. Especially since everything would be split 3 ways.

I have some reservations, mainly being that this particular combination won't be the best, living with someone who is 19, & having to move in general. I also don't want to screw over my roommate now, but he micromanages everything too much. I don't have hardly anything downstairs but if I leave something out or use it, he takes it upon himself to clean/move it. Everything has to be put away the instant it's not being used. I'll make some spaghetti (successfully) & go upstairs to eat it. I'll be up there for maybe 15 or 20 minutes. I come back down? He's already cleaned everything. I just hate feeling like a slob because of it. And instead of talking to me about stuff he just leaves notes. The dryer was too full. You didn't clean the beer-spill well enough. Make sure the detergent gets in the washer (I still have no idea what the hell he's talking about with that). Plus, I feel so awkward when his girlfriend is here. The very same girlfriend who has lived here since May. Sigh.

But yeah, I don't want to screw him over. He's nice & I enjoy his company (when I leave my room & we feel like talking to each other). Luckily I didn't sign a lease & we just agreed I'd give a notice if I was leaving sooner than the expected time.

Who knows what'll happen. We're going to try to see a place over in the area where I used to live with Skidmark. It sounds pretty awesome.

That Time I May Have Randomly Found A Job

On Wednesday I passed on going to a small church group meeting with an old friend from my home school days because of my wonderful social anxiety disorder, so instead I went for a drive to try to get acclimated with the area. I went to Cary (a suburb of Raleigh) & stopped at Caribou Coffee. I had been here once 2 years ago when Sam & I drove back from Toccoa for a weekend. I was casually talking to the barista's when I mentioned I needed a job. Apparently, there was a sign advertising that they were hiring.

Not what I was going for, but whatevs.

I told them that Sam had applied a while back & really wanted to work there & they should consider him before me, but I went ahead & applied that night. Around lunch on Thursday I got a call for an interview. Seriously?

Well, I went to the interview & they forgot it was scheduled then, but it was good. One of the girls from Wednesday did the interview & she loved me, so she passed me on to the next round of interviews with the G.M. She sounded pretty optimistic of my chances because of my customer service experience. She also told me she pulled up Sam's application because of me & that his availability didn't match what they needed because he's in school.

I'm really dreading this because I really, really don't want to do customer service if I can help it. I'm also dreading this because I don't want to hurt Sam. This isn't the first time this has happened to me, either. Lo 2 1/2 years ago Caitlin applied at Applebee's & told me she got an interview so I decided to give it a shot. Well, I got the job. She didn't.

But I'm actually quite happy about this. I need a job regardless of what it is. It will give me some income while I keep looking for things that will actually further my career.

The Current Sitch

In the past week, a lot of life has happened. It's looking like I'm going to need another car because it will cost almost $1000 to fix it & with as many problems as it already has & all those miles, it's just not worth it. So more than likely I'm going to take my dad's '91 Honda, they'll fix it up a bit, & they will get another car.

I hate how I'm so financially dependent on them. It makes me feel guilty.

Then my dad has been in the hospital since Saturday with pneumonia, hence the picture of me wearing the mask previously. He's doing a lot better but his fever keeps going up at night so they won't let him leave. He's really discouraged because he just started his new job & it just sucks that he's already missing time.

And now my stupid school in Florida said it could be 2 or more weeks before my official transcript can be processed, meaning that I might not be able to get an accurate credit evaluation for my transfer, making it difficult to sign up for classes at Liberty.

And on top of that I'm still trying to find a job, Sam has completely bailed on the apartment thing so I'm looking on my own (I don't blame him though. He's really worried about money), & online traffic schools are now sending me advertisements because of that dipshit cop.

On the plus side, you can definitely tell fall is coming. It's supposed to be in the low 80's this weekend & in the 50's at night. You can also tell that the sun is shining differently & the trees aren't as vibrant. It's going to be awesome to experience it again.

The Plan

So here is the plan as of now: I am not returning to West Palm Beach. Instead, I will be finishing my Master's at Liberty Online. I will be moving to Raleigh or wherever else I can find a job since I won't be held down in 1 place because of school, & life will then be perfect.

We will see....

Basically, I'm waiting to make sure Sam won't bail on me with getting an apartment, because I have a really bad feeling it's gonna happen.

And oh joy! I still have to go back to West Palm Beach to get the rest of my stuff. That's going to be a fun trip.

Tanning

I went to lay out by the pool a little while ago in preparation for the visit from my friend Robyn & his girlfriend Sarah in two weeks. They're basically only coming to go to the beach (they live in Ohio) so I know I'm going to be outside a lot, therefore I will be burning. Go ahead & try to get dark now so it won't be a big deal when I'm doing whatever it is I will be doing.

I've already warned him that I don't really have friends here, I don't really do anything, & I don't really know where anything is so not to expect much. I don't even feel that bad because we would go months without talking before & then as soon as I moved to Florida he started calling me about once a month & planning a visit. Duh, Robyn...

Also, Operation: Maybe Moving Back To North Carolina is still in effect. Planning on visiting sometime in July/August to look at apartments with Sam & also scope out the job possibilities. I'd say I'm about 60% positive I'll be moving back for about a year.