Sickness sucks.  So does exhaustion.  Enough of this stress...it's my senior year!  Isn't this supposed to be an easy cruise?  So much for that...

Three jobs this summer...man, will I be busy.

Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes from Taco Bell...yumm...and yes, I know, Taco Bell exploits their tomato growers, but I feel no guilt because my potatoes are tomato-free.

I am so behind!  I need to stop being so lazy.

Three proms in a row will be a blast.  Too bad I only have dates to two of them...I haven't gotten asked to my own prom yet, but I have a dress!  Damn, I'm prepared.

IN OTHER NEWS..."There's no party at the Assembly of God!" and "I like where this is going..."  Thank you, Brendan.

So yeah, let me tell you about my night at Margarita Grill...

It started out just fine.  I borrowed a sassy top from Jenny's sister...a REALLY cute black halter.  I am not gonna lie, I looked pretty hot...actually, everyone looked sexy!  Some guy even told us that when we were walking toward the club.  Amanda, Amy, Jenny and I had just parked and we got out of our cars and this dude screams, "You are all beautiful, ladies!"  Now, most people find that creepy, but frankly, I think it is a compliment on our part...even if the comment came from a drunken stranger.

Then, we got into line outside.  We were waiting for quite some time, and were anxious to get in before 11, so that we wouldn't have to pay a cover charge.  Thanks to our luck, and our sex appeal, we made it in time.  One of the bouncers walked down the line of people and pulled out about 12 girls and let them in before everyone else.  We were 4 of those twelve.  It was magical.

So, we got inside, checked our coats, had a bit of a scuffle with one of the doormen who wouldn't let Amanda go back to the car and drop off her purse, resolved the scuffle, then we headed to the dance floor.  It was a little slow at first...next to the short and smelly creeper who asked to dance with me...but some good-looking guys came in and the pace started to pick up.  I was the first of the group to snag someone to dance with.  Actually, he snagged me, which you would think is cool, except for that the guy was a hot cocky jerk.  He kept telling me that I was the most beautiful girl in the bar, which was charming the first 5 times he said it...then the charm rubbed away and it was mostly downhill from there.  He asked if he could buy me a drink and I declined, telling him I was only 18, and he persisted nonetheless.  So, I let him buy me a coke, and we sat down.  We talked...actually HE talked about himself for about 8 minutes.  Then Jens, Mands, and Amy came and saved me.  Amy had to leave early which was really sad.  

So, after good-byes, we headed back to the dance floor with a of few of Matt's (the cocky guy) friends.  We were all having a good, clean, fun time dancing away when Matt decided that he was going to kiss me.  First he told me that we were going to kiss, then he kept grabbing my face and crap, so I kinda slapped him.  Well, that didn't break his spirits.  He persisted until one of his under-aged frieds came over to ask him to buy him a drink.  Then I turned on the bitch-switch.  I introduced myself to his friend, Carl, and asked Carl why Matt was such a cock.  Matt got pissed, then I talked some more crap about how Matt needed to turn down the volume if he ever wanted to "score" (which he never would have anyway) because he sure as hell wasn't impressing me.  I felt evilly powerful. 

Then, Matt stormed off and found some more victims.  Carl stayed and danced with me for a little while and his friend, Derrek, danced with Jenny.  Amanda got picked up by dudes with dredlocks from Zimbabwe all night...we think it was the dress.

Later we went to go get some drinks.  I saw Calvin (for those of you who know who he is, a.k.a. dance teamers) and borrowed his cell phone to call my mom.  It was fun seeing him again.

Steiner and I went and walked around the bar area a little bit.  We sat down and random guys kept walking by, staring or making funny comments.  We found it rather entertaining.  One guy even grabbed my shoulders and pretended like he was going to knock me off my seat, then smiled and said, "Just kidding!" and kept walking.  It was humorous.

Alright, this entry is getting way too long.  Here are some key phrases about the end of the evening:

Found Matt, sat in his booth for a while with his guy friends
Matt told me how good-looking he was
Told Matt he was an ass
Apologized to Matt
Found Carl, who invited us to a party at his place this week
Steiner got pinned on the dance floor with Matt - yeesh
Lost Amanda for quite some time, but found her again
Met a sexy older version of Clark
Lost Steiner, found her and relieved her of Matt
Left and thanked the bouncer
Went back to Steiner's after a pit stop at McDonald's
SUPER SLEEPOVER

IN OTHER NEWS...that darn Meningitis...just kidding folks, just kidding...

Mmmm...there's nothing like rolling out of bed and eating an entire Hershey's candy bar - the breakfast of champions.

Saw the movie Sin City...it was killer, literally.  It made Hillary and I want to become whores with guns and kill people.  Alright, not really, but the movie was frickin' sweet.  I would certainly recommend it to everyone.  It has a kickin' cast and sweet special effects...plus the plot line is way crakced up and awesome.  Go see it.  Today.

I have to leave for work in a little over 3 hours...hooray.

Tonight should be full of surprises...going clubbing with Steiner?  Goofin' off with Shanna?  Who knows what it will bring...all I know right now is that I am hungry and Hillary still hasn't called me back...farcicle.

IN OTHER NEWS...I wish I was in Puerto Rico...aahhh, it hurts.

Cleaned my room tonight.  Yeah, I know, you wish you were there.  It was quite the party.  Too bad you didn't call, you totally could have joined me.  I mean I was folding, vacuuming, sorting...all of your typical sweet party activities.  You sure missed out on a killer time.

SOMEONE  DO SOMETHING!  I AM BORED, GROUNDED, AND IN NEED OF HUMAN CONTACT!

To top off all of these exciting events, I get to go to work tomorrow from 8AM till 4PM for orientation.  Wish me luck.  I may die due to a lack of stimulation, but for your sake, I will try to make it out alive.

Man, I am wierd.  Being couped up in your own home all day sure as heck messes with your brain.

IN OTHER NEWS...I wonder if he got it.  Did he read it?  Did he like it?  Why hasn't he called me back yet?  Maybe I freaked him out...I hope not.  Shi, I darn farked it up.

Went out to coffee with Jeiner the other day.  It was a spentabulous time.  We flipped through magazine's at Schuler's in attempts to find a suitable hair style for her.  Hopefully, we were successful.  I still haven't seen the results of her hair cut.

I love getting e-mails, text messages, and phone calls.  They make me feel special. 

Value City is sweet.

I hate liars.  Especially manipulative liars.  Why lie about stupid crap?  What a waste of time; the truth always gets out anyway.  My mom was telling me this story about this chick at her high school who was a pathological liar that commited suicide after she graduated.  The only thing she left was a note attached to her wrist saying she just couldn't keep up anymore.  It made me think twice.  I am making a resolution now to stop any lying that I do...even little white lies.  It's just not worth it.

So, my family and Zak went out to dinner last night at Olive Garden.  My mom had three glasses of wine (which she NEVER does) and my dad was exhausted to the point of slap-happiness.  It was an interesting night.  My dad went on about how he used to get into fights in high school and said something about a kid hitting him in the head with a tire iron.  My mom, on the other hand, just wouldn't stop laughing.  However, when she stopped to breathe, she'd start drilling Zak either about what his plans were for college or why he had never seen a theatrical production.  And, just to complete the evening, she dumped all of our left-overs onto her lap in the car on our way home...and continued to laugh non-stop about it.

After an embarassing dinner I went over to Zak's and watched the game.  We left at half-time to go cruise and pick up his friend Ryan, whom he is going to Puerto Rico with.  I think that they are on the same cruise ship as Jerrod, Ryan, Mark, and Scott.  Wouldn't that be ironic...

IN OTHER NEWS...Alice, I love you.  I am sorry I missed out.