Partying @ MindSay 
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I feel like my life is sleep and work. That's it. I realized this morning I can't remember the last time I saw my parents. And we live in the same house.
I work until 9:30pm on New Year's Eve. Fuck. Hah. I was definately planning on being well into my partying by then. Oh well. There is still a few good hours left of the night to have fun.
I love when I get my hopes up for something that I completely one hundred percent know won't happen. And then I get dissappointed. How ridiculous.
so went to another party last night..........
i had way more to drink. i was there way longer.
i shouldnt have. but it was fun sort of.
my friend annie got caught by her nana. i slept over there but her nana never said anything to me about it....
but i talked to chris (boyfriend) and hes mad at me for getting drunk.
so i think im done with that. ill go to the parties but no drinking for me. i dont like having people close to me mad at me. and i dont wanna push my luck and get in trouble.
i have to watch myself with this relationship....i already got really hurt once. im to young to go through that again..."got to serious to young"
happy thanksgiving weekend to those in canada,
my turkey dinner was very yummy...and filling
Miller
ps- whats a good birthday present for me to get chris? hes not very helpful in telling me what he wants lol.
After I broke up with Dick, in 1976, I have a lot of times that are lost, so I'll tell you all I can remember. I remember living with a loser, but he had access to good meth & weed, so I just figured what the hell. Better than having to pay for it. Pretty much the same attitude I had in Haight, when I was a child. Well, finally, he blew it, & I caught him with some dingbat blonde, & he had to leave. Right then. I'm sure it was probably Joe who came out & told him to go, because had it been Carla, it wouldn't have been a peaceful event. I lived in this house long enough to get a Great Dane from a rescue. His name was George Applebe,& I loved that giant dog so much.
The house I lived in had lots of room, but George stuck close to me. He wasn't mean or damaged, he was simply neglected, huge, 180 lbs, great on a leash, but God forbid you should lose him, lol. He'd come home when he felt like it. Anyway, my car broke down one day, & I had to have a way there the next day, so it was think fast time. Something I do very well, or at least one of my me's is. I'm not certain it's this me, or not, but she's able to talk people into some pretty crazy stuff. I looked up motorcycles, found a small dealer, & told him I had a gorgeous modern shelf, it was really beautiful, & did he have a small bike he would trade for this shelf. I was happy when he said yes. It wasn't a Harley, but I still had a job. He got there, loved the shelf, knew he would, & gave me the paperwork on the Sazuki, I think it was, just a little 250. I asked him where & how the gears worked, & the brakes, & when he left, I began to ride up & down my street, practicing. I was a natural. No problems at all. So, I'd dress nice for work, then put on heavy clothes, (it must have been winter), & rode my little bike to work, until that job ended. Well, one day, I was riding to a friends house to have a few beers with he & his wife, good friends for a long time. I was at a red light, when I heard that lovely sound of a Harley, & he pulled up beside me. He was really handsome, with his long hair, strong arms, I was swept off my feet, & ended up going to live with him. I haven't forgotten you, Dan. You were a good man. Well, here's the perfect example of how an alter can completely take over, & turn your life completely around, & I'm talking 360 here. George ate his dinner, then came out for his usual pat on the head, when he dropped dead! I got on the floor, screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,George, you can't dieeeee, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I was completely frantic. Dan got a friend of his to help him bury George, but I was in a daze, probably dissociated, & have no memory of the rest of the night. I'm sure Dan tried to comfort me, but I had switched. The very next day, I packed all my stuff, & went to live with a holy roller, a lovely woman. I changed all my pants to dresses, cuz the preacher quoted Deuteronomy. That came into question to me quickly, because it says,
A man shall not weareth a garment that pertains to a woman, nor shall a woman wear a garment that pertaineth to a man. That's a quote.
Now that really bothered me, knowing that in the days of Deuteronomy, everyone wore robes, so I took it to say a person should dress as the opposite sex (which I, personally, don't have a problem with), so I posed my question to the preacher. How could this be, in a time of robes? His responce was, "I'll get back to you on that sister, it's a good question". Well, because he couldn't answer my question, cuz he was full of it, like so many are, it was HIS rule, not God's. I got tired of that, & soon switched again, & moved to Nevada, back to the worthless one I mentioned earlier. I stayed with him for awhile, loved working at the Ormsby House, the hotel across the street from the Capitol building. My feet hurt like hell, but I loved the job, it didn't last long, because I led all the maids to a two dollar raise, the casino didn't appreciate it, & I was escorted out, lol. All I did is tell the maids, hey, it's Friday night. They need the rooms clean. If all of us, every one of us, goes into the managers office & demands a raise, he will have no choice, becuase of the money he'd lose if those rooms weren't clean. They got their raise. Cool. I was tired of Nevada by then anyway, & dad flew me home. Now this leads me into a situation between me, my mother, & my brother, so I should stop now, & continue in the am. Thank you for visiting, I love your comments, & please vote (if you're logged on, lol,just learned that) if my writings deserve it in your mind. Blessed Be, QuellyQ
Anyways Cinco De Mayo was a bunch of fun.
Two days before that I went to a party with my brother where we played a few rousing games of flip cup, kings cup and something else that I had never played before (hmm what was it again?). Well my brother was pretty drunk, though not belligerent, and he went to go get us some more beers. Well, lo and behold, on his way back he slipped on a beer bottle, flew forward, slammed into a coffee table, broke a glass that was on it, and sliced open his chin in three different places. Good thing we found a designated driver, because he was bleeding everywhere.
So we get to the hospital and by now my brother is definitely belligerent, because he's laughing and talking at the top of his lungs like an idiot. I only had a buzz so I tried to tell him to shut up, but that never seems to work well with drunk people.
Anyways so he gets bandaged up and has to wait in the lobby for a bed in ER. He leaves to go to the bathroom and knowing that he's belligerent and losing blood I worry about him. I guess he was just self conscious about this big bandage being wrapped around his head because he comes out of the bathroom with the bandage off and a couple paper towels to stop the bleeding. Needless to say, a couple paper towels weren't enough.
Luckily I had my sorority big sis there to help me out. (Thats who my brother wanted to look good in front of.) So my brother finally gets to go in and we wait for about an hour and a half for him to get stitched up. He then starts texting me telling me that he's tired of waiting and that he to leave. Then he comes running out of the ER saying, "lets go, lets go!" (I'm thinking oh god what did he do now.) We all try and stop him from leaving and he says that his cuts aren't that bad and that he's not bleeding, all the while blood is dripping down his chin. We get him back into the ER room and wait for another hour an half until he comes out all stitched up. Finally.
Then we went back to the house that the party was at and meet up with everyone. After a few minutes of my brother telling his "heroic" story, he grabs a bottle of liquor and begins to get drunk all over. The End.
Cinco De Mayo is another story though.
On Cinco De Mayo I was in this parade for my sorority, and then I was supposed to meet up with my brother at this thing called Cannon ball run. Basically it's an all day event where you go from house to house and drink until all of their alcohol is gone and then move to the next house. So my friend, my big sis and I all buy tickets, which cost ten bucks by the way! After we all got done with the parade thing I was going to call my brother to find out where the party was at. Well my brother calls me, before I get done and tells me that he got thrown into a pool with his phone. Good one bro. He's totally wasted and doesn't even know where he is. (Thats ok though I can still get the info from him or someone he knows, right?) Well I end up getting done with the parade and I call him, and call him, and call him. No answer. Well screw that then!
Good thing I had a back up plan!!
Some girls that I know were throwing a party at their place and what ensued was such fun! My homie and I arrived at about 5pm and celebrated Cinco De Mayo in the traditional fashion(or at least in Chico): getting drunk. I watched my friend do a superman off the porch, play some challenging games of flip cup and ate some nasty chinese.(*Hint: never mix chow mein and beer, nasty!)
Anyways so it was fun! Oh and to sum up this blog, I found out what happened to my brother at 4am the next morning. Turns out that he was walking home after getting thrown in the pool and got picked up by the cops.(a guy who is swaying and completely drenched, thats not suspicious....) Needless to say he spent the rest of the day in the drunk tank. Good going bro. He has the worst luck ever, I'm convinced.
I'll catch you guys on the flip side. Hasta La Vista!
Friday night I dropped my dog to the kennel so he would not be neglected since I was going to my mother's house till Sunday. We then proceeded to my mother's house so that I could then chill with my family.
My sister decided to invite me to go out with her and her friends so we all went to Chrome nightclub in Philly. You can see the pictures on my Flickr account. The next day my mother did my hair and we went to Sharon Zheng's chinese buffet in Mays Landing. We had a great linner *lunch/dinner* there and headed back to her house. From there I went out to party again with my sister and some other friends of hers at The Spot in Glassboro. Lots of fun. We got home rather late in the morning *around 5 or 6am*. Then I went to sleep, woke up, waited for hubby.
From there, hubby took me to his parent's house *where my son was since Friday afternoon* and have a small party for his sister's birthday *which was actually yesterday*. We left there and came home. My dog was already here *from hubby picking him up that morning* and we chilled for the rest of the night.
My sister came over for a little while that night. The next day hubby and I were home with the kid and the dog. Something triggered me and I went into a psychotic episode. I ended up cutting myself in a failed attempt to end my life. Yes, I couldn't go through with it as my son was there and there were other things going on at the same time. It was just over-taxing and I would rather not go into it all right now. I have not been that low in more than 10 years.
Yesterday I talked to my bipolar friend and got her to come out in her depression so we could go hang out together. We went to Applebees, Target, and Barnes & Noble. She, the baby, and I then came back to my house to hang with my husband and watch American Idol together.
The rest of the night was fine and now I am here telling you all the tale.
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