skinheads and andi the raging bitch

FRIDAY:
Went out to pb bar and grill for dinner with brad. he's such a conceited bastard but for some reason i love the guy.

Then I made my way over to one of my friends house from work, Geoff. He had already warned me that there were going to be a bunch of skinheads drinking. One might ask me then why i decided to go in the first place. But hey, i'm always down for a story. Anyway, i get there and he wasn't kidding...there were a bunch of guys with shaved heads dressed in black drinking beer. There were normal people there too...some people who went to high school with geoff. So i drink a beer and chat with the normal people, play darts and whatnot. Then geoff's roommate decided he wanted to go to a bar. Geoff decided to stay at his place and keep an eye on things. So i randomly decided to go to the airport lounge with the roommate, his english friend, and this really cute chick. So i said bye to geoff and went off with three strangers downtown. and it was a lot of fun. god i'm random. and i got the cute chicks number so i was happy about that.

SATURDAY:
Jenny and i set out for a long run. HA, yeah that didn't happen. Three miles later we're like, ok i'm done. and then i took a nap. and it was glorious. What happened next was not so glorious.

I went to pick up a salad from chili's and on my way back home i see steam coming from my car. great. temperature gauge started creeping up towards the top. fantastic. so i pull over, call my daddy, and we can't figure out what's wrong with my car. super. i decided to just leave it on a sidestreet and get it fixed in the morning because by this time it's late afternoon and who the hell is going to be open on saturday. well fuck.

So then i decide i want brownies cuz i'm sad that my poor car died. so jenny and i get ready for the night and here starts the beginning of my out of control night. where do i begin...

We decided to go to henry's downtown with erica and marcus. SO, 4 shots of rum in my belly in a half hour and jenny and i are out the door to go to marcus' house. 3 shots of vodka in my belly in the next half hour at marcus' and we're ready to go downtown. OK, what the hell was i thinking? I don't even remember the drive over or getting out of the car to go to the club. i do however remember marcus and i bought two more drinks once we got there. OMG...not sober. What i remember of the night:
-marcus and my inappropriate dancing
-calling nina and brad 50 million times asking them where the hell they were
-jumping on marcus then falling on my ass in the middle of the dance floor
-having some big black guys yelling at marcus for no apparent reason
-then getting kicked out of the club because of those stupid guys

Yes, that's right. drunken marcus and drunken andi got kicked out of henry's. so we decided we were over those bastards and decided to walk to sidebar. apparently we never made it in there and we walked back to find everyone at henrys. then someone had the idea to go to the red c. i am beyond wasted at this time. then came bitch andi. apparently brad was hitting on one of our friend's and i decide to interfere. dont know why i did this...too drunk to remember. so when brad went to the bathroom i think i told the chick he was hitting on that he was a player and to be careful. ok, not cool andi. #1 brad is one of my best friends and you shouldn't say shit like that. #2 why do i care if they hook up? i'm far from being in love with brad so i shouldn't be cockblocking him. #3 i am a raging bitch. (brad, i still feel like ass....i'm so sorry.) anyway, i totally dont remember doing this but i was told this morning that that's what happened. what was funny is brad got pissed at me and called me a bitch and stormed off and at the time i had NO idea why. dumb andi.

so jenny took erica, brad, and marcus home and i went with nina, christine, and brigitte to a piano bar. i really wish i were a little more sober cuz i'm sure i would really enjoy that place. but anyway we met up with old crew guys. and bitch andi continues... I started talking with this guy i know and i decided it would be a good idea to tell him that i think he's creepy. way to go andi. i told him that he makes me really uncomfortable. ANDI, get your shit together and stop being such a raging bitch. fuck, i'm sorry andre. i think i need to swear off rum and stick to vodka and beer. so it was time to leave and all i remember was that my feet were effing killing me and i was attached to christine because i was effing cold. then i crashed at nina's.

not one of my best performances that night.

SUNDAY:

Wake up around 1. Fuck, i need to get my car taken care of. Fuck, brad crashed at my place and jenny went to work so he had no way home. Fuck fuck fuck. so nina drives me back to my place where brad tells me what i did the night before and i feel like a complete jackass. oh wait, maybe cuz i am one. dammit i hate me sometimes. anyway, we drop my car off at the shop, take brad back to his place, and then i go home. poor jenny had a shitty night last night taking care of everyone. because she was the only sober one. everyone else was wasted. poor kid. i felt bad about that too.

so amazingly enough, i'm not hungover. how i managed that i have no idea. so 5 o'clock rolls around and i'm thinking where the hell is my car? so the mechanic calls me and basically i'm fucked. i need a new radiator and radiator hose. holy fucking shit this sucks ass.

luckily, nina is a saint and she said i could borrow her car for a couple days. nina, i love you and want your babies.

and now i have to do laundry and i really dont want to. i think i just may go to bed. yes it is 630 and i really just wanna go to bed. got lots o work to do this week...and for the next two months.


and that was my effing weekend.

What to do tonight?

Amidst the trying to find out what I want to do tonight I said that my heel hurts. Stupid blister. Jenny said, " I have a blister too, but it's on my hand from cleaning mussels." I found that really comical.

I have three options:

1. Get drunk.

2. Go running.

3. Go to sleep.

I hate when there's three options. I can't flip an effing coin. I am grabbing the dice. Fuck...it says to go running. But I already went running today. It wasn't far which is why, in theory, i wouldnt mind running again. but dammit.

my back effing hurts from work. i think that's why i want to drink...get rid of the pain. but the thing is i don't want to go to a bar...cuz that's a lot of effort.

but i don't want to be an alcoholic and drink all by myself at home.

i have a blister so i dont really wanna go running.

and i dont want to go to sleep and be a loser.

who am i kidding...i am a loser right now. arg.

hmm...lets down a beer then see what i want to do...brb.

alright...so i'm drinking a beer and eating a chocolate chip cookie that jenny just made. mmm...amazing. so i guess running is out of the question. oh lovely...to make me feel better about myself, jenny is doing abs in living room right now. hello, why cant you be a lazy shit like i am?

I think it takes talent to be lazy. jesus andi, what a profound statement. what? making no sense.

sleep is starting to sound better and better. i'm really bipolar right now. i will have a burst of energy and then when i go to do something about it and get tired and dont want to do it anymore. beer is making me sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.

no beer and no tv make homer...something....something....
go crazy?
don't mind if i do.

ok this is getting ridiculous. i need to make up my mind and just go for it!

so i'm talking to my friend online and he says to do get drunk off nyquil and go to bed. omg...my friend is so right on.

Niner5949: Why would you get drunk hmmmmm?
Niner5949: Long day of work? Need some relaxation?

So true...i may as well enjoy the time i have to get drunk while i actually have it. i need to recruit someone to drink with me. alright nick, i'm calling ya...

damn, you're is sick. well, glad you're sleeping in your own bed.

maybe this is a sign. i'll call brad....but dammit brad you live so far away. and you're probably working mad shifts anyway. damn the world.

everyone else has school tomorrow. by the way, thanks marcus for calling me tonight...dumb bitch is going downtown tonight. you're such a little whore. you better have stories for me.

alright...that's it. i'm downing a glass of water and my sorry ass is going to bed.

and there is the ...oh wait. i may have a drinking buddy. wait...bad news. can't drink with him.

alright...and there is the play by play of my night. good night.

Partay Bus

So when i woke up this morning i thought to myself, wow i can't believe i'm not hungover. yeah...that didn't last long. i feel like ass now. i got up far too early this morning and went to bed far too late. it's not a good combination.

so let me tell you about my night...cuz it was fabulous. It was my friend Brian's 30th birthday so he got a party bus and we cruised all over town. The night started at our apartment when jenny and i cracked open a beer. that beer was delicious. then we got all dolled up and headed out the door. we decided to contribute to the alcohol at the party so we stopped at vons. i wanted to pick up patron BUT the stupid ghetto vons didn't have it. i looked at the jager. mmmm....jager. Picked up the largest bottle they had and continued on our way.

Arrived at Brian's for a little preparty action. Ate pizza and drank more beer. mmm...beer. out of a group of 40 i only knew 2 people. so jenny and i consumed more alcohol. In fact we downed two shots of jager. oh god. then we started talking to this really nice guy about marathons and running and whatnot. he was really nice. and really cute. and really tall. and jenny wanted to jump on him. don't know what happened to him the rest of the night though. SO brian's friends made him this t-shirt with a picture of him on it and he was having everyone sign it. knowing me, i cant just put something normal as a message. so, in my getting close to drunken phase, this is what i wrote on his shirt:

"Happy Birthday. I'm so glad i got a chance to know you. Let's fuck. <3, Andi"

Jesus Christ andi. he's going to look at it today and be like, jesus christ andi. i used to be this innocent girl he plays soccer with. but he has no idea how weird i am....NO idea.

Then we hopped on the party bus to go to our first destination of the night: Skateworld. Honestly, when is the last time you rollerskated? It was a blast. I'll never forget when we got on the rink and jenny fell straight on her ass. i died. that shit was hilarious. and she was using me as her crutch after that....she was just a wee bit more drunk than me at that time. it was quality. OH! i totally forgot. I was super excited when we first got on the bus because they were playing sandstorm...you know that really good techno song? awesome.

then we hop back on the bus and head to our second destination of the night: Typhoon Saloon. Jenny and I somehow managed to lead the group and were strutting our stuff to show everyone to the VIP line. That's right bitches...VERY important person. So we started dancing and whatnot. Our group decided to be the first to go down in the moshpit area. Then, these two big black guys started dancing on the stage. I thought to myself, who do they think they are? So what did i do? I joined them up on the stage. OK, what am i? But then everyone else in our group joined us up on the stage. then get this, i go to the bathroom and realize my purse is open. FUCK. my ID, my debit card, my lipgloss, my CAR KEY, my tampons were all in there. and they are ALL necessities. fuck fuck fuck. so jenny and i start on a trail back to the dance floor. i spotted the tampons first, then the lipgloss, then i realized my id and debit card were already in my purse. fuck, where the hell is my key? so we go back to the dance floor and jenny, my hero, asks the bouncer dude if he had seen any key and thank the lord he gave the key to the dj. fuck yeah! i can continue the rest of the night without any care!

we hop back on the bus and cruise to our third destination: On Broadway. i really enjoy that place. Jenny purchased our drinks...we always have the same thing whenever we go to a club...redheaded sluts. Yummy. so we danced the night away with these two really fun chicks. and then it was time to go home.

we hop back on the party bus and head to our final destination of the night: Brian's house. Jenny passed out on the way there. I was definitely about to fall asleep as well. So when we got back our friend took jenny home and i was just going to crash at brian's, since my car was there anyway. oh yeah and then i made out with the birthday boy. =)

the next morning came too soon. brian's brother was in from out of town and he missed his morning flight. shitty. since i live right next to the airport i offered to take him there and take another girl home. so that's what i did. and then i picked up jenny and we went to the mission for breakfast. it is michael's last day working there. i got super sad. no more free coffee. no more watching cute michael flirting with chick customers...which is really comical by the way. and now that i have food in me...i am HUNGOVER. ew. i just took a 5 hour nap. wowza.

i needed last night though. a night of drunken dancing. my life is about to be taken away by a little thing called taxes. see you in 3 months.

I lost my virginity

That's right ladies and gentlemen i lost my virginity...to the carlsbad half marathon. duh! so jenny and i saw this lady with a shirt that said "Half Marathon Virgin" and that made jenny and i laugh. and since we've never ran just a half marathon before, we lost our virginity. we're such running sluts.

So...let me tell you about our day. We woke up at 5am and drove our ass to carlsbad where there were a crapload of people. get this, at the marathon in the redwoods there were maybe a 5th of the people that were at this carlsbad one. it was kinda intimidating. but anyway...

thank god the mall was open because i really wasn't in the mood to use the portopotties. so before we started the race jenny said, i've peed, there's a keebler elf over there, i'm ready to go. I fucking lost it. there was a blow up keebler elf in the distance and i thought that was the funniest thing. then, oh god, it happened. this woman sang the national anthem. it was a fucking disgrace to our country. it took all my energy not to laugh. at the end i looked at jenny, and we just shook our heads.

THEN, get this. they started playing "footloose" when the gun went off and the fucking opera bitch started singing footloose operatically. (i dont even know if thats a word.) jenny and i then proceeded to laugh. good lord. that woman had no idea how horrible she was.

the beginning of the race was kind of slow because there were just SO many people around. i really wasnt expecting that. anyway, the course was beautiful and we ran right along the ocean. what was cool was that on the uphill slope jenny and i started passing a lot more people. that's right, we kick ass. Things to note:

1. on our way up the hill, we commented on how fast the people on the other side of the road were going. then a woman said, "yeah, well theyre going downhill."

2. there was a guy wearing mickey mouse ears.

3. there were people of all shapes and sizes passing us. more power to them.

We decided to keep the pace up around mile 6 when we realized that we were doing better than we thought we would...keeping in mind our half ass training. We pretty much finished at a 10 minute mile average pace...which we were expecting around a 12 minute mile. pretty fucking tight if you ask me.

It decided not to rain on us which was rather tragic. Jenny and i love running in the rain. oh well.

So pretty much i'm rather proud of what we accomplished. OH. so there were so many fans around with posters and noise makers and whathaveyou. there was this one poster with little running stick figure people around the border. they were super cute. jenny and i decided to get a tattoo of a little running stick figure with every marathon we finish. FULL marathon that is. no half ass ones. =) i'm really excited.

i actually find it kinda sad that i just started running for fun and i would mutilate my body because THAT means something to me. jesus, but what about all the years of soccer? literally over 15 years of competitive soccer and i would never consider getting a soccer ball tattoo? wtf? is there something wrong with me?

anyway, jenny and i went to the mission after to stuff our face with amazing food. to our surprise, my dear michael was working. AND our waiter was super cute. in fact he totally caught me staring at him. i was such a stupid delirous tired girl.

then we went straight to bevmo. i love that place. picked up some alcohol then went home and we FINALLY put banky in the trash. (banky=christmas tree) our apartment is clean!!! for the first time in over a month. but HEY who cares right? not like jenny and i have a crapload of people over all the time. anyway...

jenny and i cleaned, showered, and started drinking. and nina came over and we played clue, uno, and typecast. good shit man. i love games. theyre just so much fun.

on another sad ass note, i have work tomorrow. it's an effing holiday! oh well, i actually really dont mind that much being that work is starting to pick up. tax season and all. and no i WONT do your taxes.

get this, many people have asked me tax questions that i dont know the answers to. Listen, there are a million tax rules and i dont know them all! so get over it. and dont think i'm stupid because i dont know them all. eff you.

alright i should probably get to sleep. yay for sleep! boo for waking up early!

Christmas tree is still up!

I've decided that jenny and i are some of the laziest people on this planet. honestly though....banky, our christmas tree that we named, is still standing in the middle of our apartment. this is not ok.

Michael, Marcus, and i got drunk on thursday night at michaels house. omg...too funny. we sat in the kitchen and spout off random stuff. michael doesnt remember half the night and he ended up in bed without any clothes wondering what happened to marcus and me. crazy kid. i promise we didn't rape him.

Jenny and i are off to carlsbad to pick up our registration for our half marathon now. more later.

The price is wrong bitch

Jenny finally saw her boy for what he is....a conceited arrogant jackass prick bastard, and she dumped his ass. Rejoice!

Captains Quarters revisited

1. Totally ate shit down the stairs carrying a big laundry bag and fell onto the ground. There's a scrape on my leg and shoulder to prove it. Not to mention the guys who always stare at jenny and i stretching were there to witness the phenomenon.

2. Went to the captains quarters for the second night in a row.

3. Went back to USD and actually had a lot of fun doing a big tax return. i'm truly a nerd.

Christmas tree oh Christmas tree

Saturday:

Jenny and I decided not to go for mileage this time and decided we would run for around 2 hours. We set out for Balboa Park. Truly a wonderous landmark of San Diego. I feel retarded because I've said so many times that I want to go to the museums there and I haven't been to one. Sad. It was a gorgeous morning though...it was the first time jenny and i were able to wear just sports bras and not be freezing our asses off.

Went to baja after and had the most glorious lunch.

We still have our christmas tree up in our apartment because we're pretty effing lazy and haven't cleaned in a while. So we decided that after our run when we are already gross that we would clean our apartment. Yeah that didn't happen. We sat down to watch a previously taped OC but it wasn't a new one. that was really tragic. So we ate ben & jerry's mint cookie ice cream and watched wayne's world and took showers. i guess the cleaning will have to wait. actually i probably should be cleaning right now but i am a champion procrastinator.

brad, lindsay, nat and i went to the captain's quarters...my point loma regular dive bar. i love that place. people kareoking (is that even a word? well it is now) drinking, playing pool, playing darts....it's wonderful. i must say though i definitely am retarded at darts. i can't get them to stick on the fucking board. and i can't even use the excuse that i was wasted...because i wasn't. damn.

we went to denny's after and i had a waffle with strawberries on it. it might be one of my top ten most happiest moments. i used to order those all the time when i was little. and in my then drunken phase it was truly amazing.

Sunday:

I went to jamba and now i'm procrastinating cleaning and doing laundry. I think i'll take a nap.

OK, arg. I'm a little bitter. And by a little i mean a lot. I was stretching, looking around just now and i see the mistletoe hanging from our archway. and the only people who used it were jenny and her boy. and i remember talking to her about this and she basically had to place G below it and then used it. geez. and i'm not just bitter that i didn't but that anyone else didn't either. what a waste. jenny and i seriously searched 5 different stores for that damn mistletoe and then nobody uses it.

wow, i really don't want to do anything right now. alright, i really should do something. i'm going to do one of the following and here's the problem with them:

A. Clean. I'm in charge of cleaning the bathroom. Enough said.

B. Do laundry. Requires actually going to a laundromat and I'm kinda scared to go to the there on my own. Without jenny's protection i may get hit on by creepy guys and that's not exactly my idea of fun. I wonder if it will be crowded. Arg.

C. Nap. I would just be putting off all the other crap I really need to get done.

I'd flip a coin like i usually do but there are three options. Damn.

So i have tax bootcamp at USD tomorrow. Weird, I'm going back to school. I told people at my work about JV's so we are going there for lunch tomorrow. So excited right now. I haven't been there in so long. Ah...I miss it.

Fuck, I have four things to do. My dad's birthday is on friday and steph's is on the next monday. I need to go buy presents and send them. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

Ok i'm napping. don't want to stress about things i have to do. =)

Tinsel Hair Freak

So I went to Metal Skool on wednesday night with jenny, erica, lindsay, and joan. the majority had never been there. Rumor has it that if you dress in 80's attire you get in for free. Erica had the brilliant idea of buying tinsel mullets. I had purple hair, Jenny had gold and erica silver. We looked ridiculous. We got a lot of compliments though...including the BAND. We met up with some friends from TO...so that was fun as well.

Get this...we were in the so-called moshpit of typhoon saloon and the cover 80's hair band said:
A. That we were strippers.
B. That we obviously want attention.
C. That we are insecure

BUT we must give good head. Erica and Jenny were hiding because they were so embarassed but I stood up tall and waved to the crowd. =)

Then the band starts playing a song that everyone knows and jenny, erica, and i go up to the stage and dance on this platform. When I took my first step on the platform the singer rips off my wig. It was rather funny. After I put it back on we started dancing. We weren't dirty girls trying to get into their pants...we actually faced the crowd and were singing along.

At the end of the night I start drunken text messaging everyone about my cool wig....but then realized they must have no idea wtf i am talking about. I slept so well that night.

On Thursday I went to see Memoirs of a Geisha. I usually don't watch dramas but this one was really good. I started laughing Erica pointed out that there were a crapload of japanese people in the theater. Don't know why I found that funny but I did. On another note, that Asian chick is really hot. In fact, most of the women in that movie were beautiful.

Now, I'm at work and I have no work to do. I cloroxed my entire desk. SO clean. i love it. So I'm downloading the entirety of my cds onto my itunes. I forgot how much great music i had. and by great i mean really random. ok, holly is yelling at me to go to lunch. i'm out.

I swear I am not drunk

Disclaimer: Ok, so i just read my previous post and i definitely missed some words. I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. But get over it.

The New Year

Happy New year to all.

You know how people say that certain holidays were created by the greeting card industry? Well I think others were created by the alcohol industry...for instance, new years.

Well, the week after christmas was lonely, being jenny was still in colorado with her family. i don't like when she's gone. i seriously have jenny withdrawals.

I took thursday off from work because i decided i wanted to sleep. i'm so worthless sometimes. i kept hitting snooze then once it was 9 i figured it was about time to call in "sick." i slept from 10pm to 12pm. woke up and ate something and went back to bed until around 6. so lazy. i joined the usual crew at cass st and was actually wide awake for once. gee i wonder why. but everyone was spouting out random funny shit as usual.

the next day was a half day and i spent the rest of it shopping. very unsuccessful. all i wanted was a corset. i'm sorry but they're hot. the suck in your waist and push up your boobs. please, clothing does not get better than that. honestly, you would think they would be easy to find or at least one of them would be able to fit you, but no. arg.

new years eve i enjoyed a delicious breakfast at the mission with nina and kevin. that place is so amazing. then i had my first experience at bevmo...beverages and MORE. damn, i've never seen so much alcohol in my life. it actually stressed me out. but we picked up our beverages for the night.

i went home to see my roomie and then we went to panda. i guess some things never change. =) we caught up on some things that happened the past week. it was fabulous.

i then drove to the UTAs where nina, kevin, nick, and brigitte were awaiting my arrival and then we were off to ryan's. we played kings, which i haven't played in a really long time. AND i was drinking rum and coke. i can't believe i wasn't hungover the next day.

Anyway, we were playing categories and then all of the sudden Ryan said the quote of the night:
"That doesn't rhyme!"

I about peed my pants. And poor Nina jinxed herself by saying she had never puked from drinking before. 4am rolls around and i definitely heard someone puking in the bathroom. poor poor nina.

Next morning had an omlette from IHOP and i could not have been happier. Mmmmm....grease.

Then i watched the 40 year old virgin. it was funny but i think i was expecting more. i think maybe if i weren't so tired i may have appreciated it more.

Then i watched team america. it was funny but i think i was expecting more. i think maybe if i weren't so tired i may have appreciated it more. matt damon!

Jenny and I set out for a 14 mile run today and settled for 12. we basically almost fell over because it was freaking windy. on another note, i love running in the rain. we had a good run although our legs think differently right now. (yes my legs have a mind of their own.)

then jenny and i set out for a pair of jeans. ok in girl world, jeans a bitch and half to find. they either have a low crotch, or a camel toe, or make some love handles stick, etc. for something you would pretty much wear every day, the fucking suck to try and find. so, in particular i was on a quest for 7s. oh and i found some. and i put them on the second i got home and i'm still wearing them. so hot. i LOVE these jeans. jenny was less fortunate on her search.

then jenny took me on a date to chili's...one of our most treasured dining places. she got a gift card from her brother so we devoured spinach and artichoke dip and a grilled caribbean salad. OMG...it was amazing.

finally we went home and i proceeded to put on my jeans and try different shoes and shirts with it. ya know, the typical girl thing to do with a new article of clothing. and now...

i'm here and it's 9:00pm and i'm effing going to bed. cheerio.