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| Wednesday, February 7th, 2007 | | 6:13 am |
Drunk DJs, DDR, Broken Computers, and Racism
So I woke up in the morning to discover the internet was down. It made me mad and comcast informed me my service would be up soon. Even the Cable was messing up, forcing me to go rent movies. But I did make friends with the toilet yesterday, we hadn't talked in awhile and my headache reached the vomitting point. Even though Carmen swore she'd take care of me so I'd feel better. Later she informed me that throwing up made me feel better. It did. We worked out in the gym. After we had a girl discussion of guys that could possibly come back later on in our lives and sweep us off our feet like some romance movie. Then we laughed at ridiculous that is. Then we went to Fuel Coffee House which now sucks ass. We took DJ Dynomike with us since we had not talked to him in awhile. We tried to go to a poetry reading, but standing in the doorway for five minutes and realizing all the poets were black with poems on being black, we decided that it would be best to go elsewhere. My buddy Rob called and asked us what we were doing, I informed him, and he told me that white people were more racist then black. I don't see a white person, except the KKK maybe, writing on how wonderful it is to be as 'pale as fresh snow, thank the Gods my ancestors came from countries where the sun doesn't burn us to a crisp.' Or something along those lines. We'd get shot! Sushi was sought out after the poetry failed. We decided to go to an open mic Thursday and laugh at the poets. Mike told me I seem to enjoy that. I told him that his poetry was so emo it bled itself and if he could write one without using the word 'sorrow' or 'abyss' I might just date him. After we got Sushi Carmen and Mike managed to terrify Rob who was on the phone with me. I invited him over for what we decided to do-- play DDR. Of course, being the nerd I am, I whipped all their asses and they were playing me on the controller. Then Jessica, who got finished doing her homework, came downstairs and decided she wanted to play. I handed the mat over to her and went to bed. Mike was drunk by now and doing better at the controller. Jess informed me a moment ago she still whipped his ass and he was beginning to think the game just hated him. Now I am off to work. Hopefully it will be a slow day because I want to finish my book. Even if I kinda find it lame that the characters I like are named 'Lucivar, Daemon, and Saetan.' I don't know if she was being creative or just wanted my head to throb with the obvious refrence. 'Saetan Daemon SiDiablo' COME ON MAN. Current Mood:  blahCurrent Music: Nirvana- Rape Me | | Tuesday, January 30th, 2007 | | 7:26 pm |
Its a sleepy day
I got up at 5:30 am this morning to train for as a phone operator at the Marriott hotel today. (That is my new job. The whole getting out of the strip club buisness has landed me working at a hotel.) That was cool. Except people complain about the dumbest things. Like coffee being too cold when it is STEAMING HOT as we pour it out of its mug when we get it back. No one can ever be happy. So I leave work early to go to class, my World Religions one, and this wonderful thing happens where I can't find a jacket. I'm running late and steal someone in this households white sweater and get to class where the teacher is telling everyone it is cancelled. Great. Though Rob (a guy that -isn't- involved in strip clubs and likes comics) said he wanted to have lunch so we're going to do that tomorrow. Yay. So I get home, Carmen (one of the dancers AKA couch girl) is still sleeping on the couch from our drunk night last night. I go upstairs to read a book and pass out. I dreamt Tim and I were dating and the circus was in the strip club along with the mob who thought I was cool but that Tim wasn't allowed in their club anymore and had acid foam. (Nice long run-on sentence...) But now I'm online again. After bothering Carmen and fighting with her over her smoking in the apartment. Last night was interesting. Carmen, Jessica, and I decided to play 'have you ever' and if you had done something (like butt sex for example) you had to take a shot. I discovered my alcohol tolerance is higher then JessTDs because she was trashed. And I was having to do all the shots except the ones that I said. Then they had to do them, ha! But Jess gets drunk to the point she is running around naked and she doesn't even remember having sex with Nathan last night... (She did inform him that he isn't always that memorable though.) So that was my amusement. Well, I'm wide awake now. Time to get productive stuff done before Carmen wants to do something. I told her I don't leave my room till after 8:30. So ha. Current Mood:  bouncy | | Sunday, January 28th, 2007 | | 10:11 pm |
Hi, I'm alive and men still suck.
This isn't an emo post, I swear. And I'm going to try writing in this thing again, why not? I'm going to see how much I enjoy it. Woo, woo... Anyways, something mind-boogling happened and once again makes me agree I need to get out of the Strip-Club buisness. (For those who didn't know I bartend at a strip club.) This friend of mine named Dennis who has been trying to date me but I've been telling him no just did something.. I don't know if I should call it stupid or what! So here is the story, we went bowling the other day and he got shit-face drunk (which is a normal thing for him) and I took him back to the bar because he wanted to hang out there and I wanted to sleep. He tries to make out with me and him being drunk isn't all that attractive so I say no and tell him to get out. This was maybe four days ago. I've talked and worked with him since. He's a DJ where I work. And everything was okay. Yesterday he calls Casey one of my friends and tells her how much he wants to date her. (After he has been trying to date me and telling me all this BS.) He says 'I've spent a lot of money on Tyla and she's only kissed me twice.' Hello, NEWS FLASH, you do not buy mother fuckin' kisses and I'm more then happy to pay for my own good-damn self. In fact, I fight to do so to avoid these situations! And he goes on to tell her how I'm too young and not mature enough for him... Okay, Casey has a 60,000 dollar debt, is already an alcoholic (she just turned 21), is dating a married man, and doesn't have a home. Not to mention HE has two kids with different mothers, he's 28 years old, is always shit faced on some sort of substance (legal and not), his profession is a STRIP CLUB DJ, doesn't have a liscense, doesn't have a car, and use to be a drug dealer. Congradulations on his life. And he wonders why I -didn't- want to date him. Uhg! It just makes me mad. Especially when the IDIOT calls Casey's phone, she doesn't answer, and goes right to calling my phone leaving us both messages on how he wants to talk to us. I don't know if he's stupid or thinks he's just -that- attractive. (Which he isn't.) Oi. -.- Men in Florida SUCK. And the women are just as bad. Manipulative bitches.. gah. FUCK THE STRIPPERS AND THE DJS THEY SLEEP WITH. Night, I gotta be at work at 6:30 am. | | Monday, December 5th, 2005 | | 5:45 pm |
| | Thursday, December 1st, 2005 | | 6:55 am |
I made 14 bloody dollars last night. And I still did not get home till midnight. I was so tired. Jackie made me paint my nails and wrap boxes. She told me if I did not paint them or get rid of the chipped polish she would write me up. Now they are a perty blue. A kid made my night by coming up to me, pulling on my apron, and saying 'The tomato bled all over the floor.' No one could figure out why I was laughing. | | Thursday, November 24th, 2005 | | 2:37 am |
| | Thursday, August 25th, 2005 | | 6:34 am |
There is an LJ God
So I had one of those dreams last night where I was reading what was happening. As in like words and then seeing the image. Sorta double vision sort of thing. (Yes I have weird dreams like this.) But as it went, there was this family. One of them was different though, one of them would never be the same, because he met the LJ God. Now he could never smile or serve beer properly again. Then I woke up before I found out why he met this LJ God. My dreams are way too messed up. Current Mood:  amusedCurrent Music: Alkaline Trio- This could be love | | Saturday, August 20th, 2005 | | 12:02 am |
| | Friday, August 19th, 2005 | | 11:36 pm |
| | Thursday, August 18th, 2005 | | 4:47 pm |
If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought? (Now post this in your LJ and find out what mine would be) | | Wednesday, August 17th, 2005 | | 4:58 pm |
Sassy totally pissed in my bathtub. Damn cat... And in other news I had to write a 'RAFT' (thing I had to write for World History Honors where I had to write a letter to my 'child' explaining how we went from cave people to the Bronze Age) I wrote it five minutes before I left the house in the morning. And my teacher thought it was so awesome it got posted on the board for all to read with a double A on it. (My child's name was Buttercup.) Makes me think I should BS stuff more often. And Laurel is fired. Again. Current Mood:  ditzy | | Wednesday, August 10th, 2005 | | 5:01 pm |
People who continue to call the wrong number and then are rude about -their- mistake really piss me off. This lady calls FIVE TIMES. I mean you think she would get the number right or figure out she has the wrong one. And everytime I pick up and I'm polite about it she just -hangs up-. If my caller ID wasn't so annoying about saying her name I wouldn't pick up. Current Mood:  aggravated | | Saturday, August 6th, 2005 | | 3:34 pm |
Weeee!
Going to the 30 Seconds to Mars concert! Hopefully Bob won't stand me up since I already bought the tickets! It's sad I have to worry he will. =/ | | Monday, July 25th, 2005 | | 6:50 pm |
Having my grandmother over often makes me irratible. I am very irratible at the moment. I want a damn lap top. Because I really just want to lock myself away from everyone. | | Sunday, July 10th, 2005 | | 2:02 pm |
Laurel demanded an update...
So what has Tyla been doing? Yesterday I went to Jacksonville and got my hair re-done and brows waxed. (It did not tickle like mom said it would) then I went job hunting in Jax. I got applications for Barnes and Noble, Books-a-million, that bookstore in the regency mall, and I went to Movie Stop. Soo I'm hoping to maybe get hired at one of those places. Movie stop would be awesome since I know Jeanne and I won't feel all alone. I got back from the Writers thingie a week ago now. It was fun. I made friends and have not talked to them since I've been back. Sad huh? Not that I have had much time to be on the computer. Apparently my family wants to keep me off it... Oh I went over to Briana's house the fourth. We went on the beach and lost her house. There were also two drunk Georgia boys there that I scared off with my perky-ness. Fun stuff. Also saw The Notebook there. Good movie. What else... umm.. My granny is over and another Hurricane is coming to hit Florida. We are all gonna dieeee! Yeah.. I think that is all I gots. Peace-out yall. | | Monday, June 27th, 2005 | | 1:18 pm |
Hey guys
I'm at the writing workshop. After nearly missing my plane for not bringing a photo ID with me, fighting with a window that would not close, and only getting an hour and a half of sleep the night before I AM HERE. It's fun too. I have forty minutes till I go back to class. My schedule is like this... 7:45 - 9:00 AM Lunch 9:00 AM - 12:00 AM Fiction Class 12:00 AM - 1:00 PM Lunch 1:00 PM - 4:00 PM Fiction class 4:15 PM - 5:45 pool open 5:45 PM - 6:30 PM Dinner 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM Fiction Class 9:00 PM - 11:00 PM Socializing/free time. Yeah we are not allowed to go anywhere after 11. At least not leave our dorms. OMG it is so fucking hot. I mean hot for this Florida girl. At least it was yesterday, today it is a little better but I thought I would melt. Why the hell is it hot? It's North. It should be cool. Ah well... My roommate is cool. The bathroom sucks though. It's nasty and all gym-room like. But yeah.. I guess that's all good huh? The Fiction teacher rocks my socks. We came in and he goes, "My name is Tom. Call me Tom not Mr. Bailey. I am not a fucking highschool teacher." And class began. He's fun. I actually have to go back to class in thirty minutes. I had to write a paragraph of someone walking into a store but I'll likely come here again during free time. It has AIM. It has internet. And they don't care if I get on it, woot! There are like a ton of bunnies around here though. It's like attack of the killer rabbits. Scary. So yeah, that's the update for now. I am likely to get on later but don't hold any horses. They might have me doing stuff. Take care ya'll. | | Friday, June 24th, 2005 | | 2:01 pm |
Woo-woo
So I'm going to Seshquahana Sunday. I get to ride on a plane for the first time all by myself to Pennyslvania. Then I get to do nothing but write for a week. (I kinda do that now, except add in the occasional game play of Final Fantasy VIII) Not sure if I'll have lots of fun or not, but I'm excited. Tonight I think I'm going to go socialize down-town. And tomorrow I get to go to the beach with Shawn. And Sunday I get to ride on a scary plane alone. wwweee. Yeah had this weird dream last night about being part of this angel group and we were fighting demons and the world was ending... Why do I always have world ending dreams? Though the best world ending was where I was sitting at the school, waiting for my mom to come pick me up with Bryan. And we just kinda turned and nodded our heads in acceptance we were going to die waiting for our mothers. For some reason that makes me giggle. | | Thursday, June 16th, 2005 | | 5:45 pm |
Grrr!
Harris Teeter called today. I did not get the job. After wasting two fucking weeks on them with filling out appications and taking drug tests... I don't get it. I guess that is how life works but it makes me angry. Oh well.. I'll just try to get a job waitressing. I'm 18 and do the whole beer-selling stuff. I was told they were hiring at Apple-Bees. Parents still not home. Aunt Kay really is not doing well so.. yeah. She's not going to make it. Which leaves me alone with the dogs. Though I did go out to see Tony today. He's coming over tomorrow to cut the grass. I feel anxious, pissed, nervous... I wish I wasn't alone. I might call people up in Fernandina I have not talked to in forever. Since no one ever really calls me. Current Mood: aggravated | | 4:17 am |
Bang! Bang!
So.. I'm sitting at home alone because my aunt is dying. Someone pissed me off so I IMed them to tell them they did so. Now I am currently trying to talk them out of killing themselves. Funny how life works. Current Music: Bang! Bang! My baby shot me down. | | Wednesday, June 8th, 2005 | | 5:18 pm |
I got this e-mail...
"Hi gorgeous, god was very genorous when he made you doll.All thogh looks aren't every thing but it helps specialy in a long/life time relation ship.Mutual chemisty is important and I find you absolutly drop dead gorgeous,you are just raw sex packed intobeautifull skin.I'll be honored to have you in my life.If you touch my mind you have my interest.If you touch my heart you have my love If you touch my soul you have more passion then you could ever imagine.Love yourself.be strong in mind,body and soul.Be yourself,love yourself,and always be strong in what you belive in You came into this world alone,and u will die lone.make the best of it. stay positive,and happy.you make his eyes light up when we see each other. I miss the slow deep passionate kisses, the cuddling, and definitely the slow love making that comes with a good one on one relationship.I am not egocentric in my thinking. I am excited by trust affection.how are ya ?Yes I meant every thing I said" If he was not 40, Buddist, Divorced, and living in VA there might be a chance to work things out. Not. |
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