Woohoo! It’s FRIDAY! Bust out the alcohol and babes!!

Or you can do what I plan on doing and just have a friend pick you up and drive you around. We’re poor, we don’t have a way to party. It makes me sad sometimes, being this poor. But then I remember that without the struggle… I’d have more clothes, be living in a house, possibly have a car already, be in college and have a job, some spending cash…

Uhh… Alright, so I’d be much better off than I am now, but I’d also be a lot more bored. It would mean that I’d have the money to go to the expensive places, so they’d get boring too. This way, I can enjoy those expensive places every once in a while and not be bored! =D

Optimism really sucks sometimes.

Anyway, I’ll be absent come 2pm Pacific time. Probably for the whole weekend, too. Weekend Review on Monday! And if I sleep the morning away and don’t get the chance to post it Monday, look for it on Tuesday! =D Here’s a happy little tune to get the weekend started!

Gogol Bordello - “Start Wearing Purple”

Well! This HNT is a picture I took at the mall of my friends. Bear with me, it deserves a bit of an explanation.

So. These last few entries of mine I’ve made mention of my friend James K. Well, he’s in this picture. The legs of the two girls are basically in his lap. Yes, he enjoyed this very much and it is part of why he is a pimp. The girl actually sitting is Krystina and the girl zipping up her pants is Alli. What’s amusing is James is nearly 21 and both those girls are like, 16. Yikes!

And this was all public, taken at the mall [The Block] outside of Border’s Books.

Happy HNT!

Money sucks. It limits options. But we all love money! =D

I need a second job, but I can’t get a second job because I don’t have a driver’s license or even know how to drive, thanks to my mom. Grr. But I need the money. I want to start supporting myself instead of relying on my mom for everything. But it requires money! If I could get a second job, I could actually start saving money. What for? For my own car! I know which one I want too. New or used, I don’t care I just want that car. =D Dodge Magnum. My mom wants it too, heheh.

James K. Is teaching me to drive, though. =3 And my mom needs to send in for my birth certificate since Ross - my godfather - won’t give me mine. And lost my ID. This seriously sucks. I can’t get my own bank account, I have to share with my mom which means I can’t keep track of my own money. Laaame.

I’d love it if Fairhaven hired me full-time, but I doubt that will happen for quite some time.

More immediate money “problems”…. Well, we’ll call them “issues” since “problems” isn’t quite right. Anyway, these issues center around my being the only one who actually seems to understand that James is not made of money. Though people hear him complain about his lack of it a lot, they never offer him gas money or any sort of reimbursement for driving them all over the frickin’ city. I do, but since neither of us has much money it doesn’t go very far. He makes a shitload more than I do, but he has huge bills to pay. And lots of motorcycle parts to buy for his bike, which cost a lot of money. He knows buying these parts is costing him, but it’s all he really treats himself with. Parts so he can work on his bike and make it more to his liking, which will make him happier when he rides it and it runs the way he wants.

Anyway, we’re all broke so the most we can do is go to the Block and walk around in circles. Lame. And even that costs a shitload of gas money. Plus food money.

So even though I frickin’ love money… I also hate it. Passionately.

Well! I think it’s about time I try out my little idea. That would be my Weekend Review for Mondays. If I’d slept any longer, it would’ve had to wait ’till tomorrow. Luckily, my cat is persistent when it comes to getting what she wants. I still don’t know what she wants, but she’s pretty persistent in getting me up.

Let’s see… Friday night I headed off to church for a few hours. I didn’t plan on staying at the youth group, really. I only went to see the few people I actually enjoying talking to there. Which would be James P, his girlfriend Brenda, and a few others. Very very few, actually. And my friend James… We’re just gonna call him Parra ’cause otherwise this will get very confusing. So, Parra pulls out a knife and starts towards this girl Tiffany. I know, it sounds terrible, but he usually knows what he’s doing and he wasn’t actually going to hurt her. Except, I have a habit of pinching his nipples through his shirt when he’s not paying attention… Well, I guess I did it a bit hard, ’cause he screamed like a little girl and swung the hand with the knife up in surprise…. and nearly hit Tiffany in the face with it.

So Parra turns to me and yells, “That freaking hurt!” And I’m standing there cracking up, saying, “You scream like a little girl!” And Tiffany’s eyes are all wide and she starts hitting Parra yelling, “You nearly stabbed me in the face!”

Fortunately, that didn’t set the tone for the weekend. My other friend James picked me up not too long after. I’ve known him for seven years, so I don’t mind running around with him. We picked up another girl, Jessica, whom I’ve known for about two years now and basically spent our time at James’ house as well as this outdoor mall called The Block. Now, this mall really is about a block. And the way things are set up, it’s basically one big circle. I don’t particularly like going there much for the simple fact that there’s only so many times I can walk around in a circle and be entertained. That was my night. =|

Well, Saturday was more interesting. James picked me up and we went to get Jessica of course. We headed back to James’ house and watched comedy on youtube. Honestly, youtube is amazing. Except when you can’t find what you’re looking for. Anyway, I talked them into heading to the beach, so we went out to Newport and walked around. Now, it’s been really hot lately so Newport Beach at night felt awesome. It was actually kind of cold! Anyway, we sat around looking at pretty expensive cars and drunk people passing by. I kept wondering if it was really safe to be wandering around a busy street filled with drunk people… But nothing happened, so it doesn’t matter now. =D But this is where the pimp part comes in… James has a lot of female friends. And he walks sort of fast… So it basically looked like this 5′6 guy wearing a Pirates of the Caribbean sweater-jacket-thing had two busty young girls following him around… James is officially the pimp of the group.

We stopped to get food, dropped off Jessica, and I went to stay at James’ house. The most uncomfortable night this week. Yeah, I’d slept over before so that was no big deal. But he has top bunk in his room and it’s a twin size and half filled with stuffed animals ’cause apparently he collects them. Add in that he sleeps in boxers and frickin’ radiates heat, and… Well, I was seriously burning up and it wasn’t because because of his drop dead sexiness. [/sarcasm]

I got home early Sunday morning and slept ’till sometime in the afternoon. Get a text from James wanting to know if I’d like to go to his house ’cause he’s freakin’ pissed and needs someone to keep him company. So I agreed. Found out he’s pissed ’cause the parts he ordered for his motorcycle, that cost him $400, had been delivered… But not to his house. Apparently UPS got the address wrong. So he was freaking out thinking he’d just lost $400. I’d be pretty pissed off too.

Sunday was actually pretty boring. I just sat around with James all night. I got a new knife though, yay!! And came home, remembered my cat had puked on my bed and I didn’t have any clean sheets, so I had to strip off the sheets and sleep on a bare mattress with just Tyler’s fuzzy leopard print blanket. And the kittens DROVE ME CRAZY. Apparently, when I lay down to go to sleep, that’s their cue to scramble onto the bed and run around in a crazed kitten frenzy. Ugh.

I need to find homes for them NOW.

Well, this is the song I heard the most this weekend, so… Here’s Tool with The Pot. =3

I’ve been pretty busy since I last posted. I don’t think I’m socially dead anymore. Honoes! This means this whole blog theme is a LIE. You should sue me for it.

Not really.

Anyway, I’ve had some busy weekends ever since Arielle’s funeral. I’ve been trying to keep busy for a number of reasons.

• My uncle. He may be family, may be my mother’s brother… But he smells. Bad.
• Arielle. I don’t particularly want to think about her not being alive anymore.
• I’m having fun! With old friends. =3

I’ve also been thinking… Since my weekends are getting so busy, I should perhaps start a Weekend Review. Just a post to go over what I’ve done during the weekend and such, and then post a poll so everyone can vote on whether or not I’ve been socially dead. And perhaps I’ll post a song that I heard repeatedly during the weekend that had gotten stuck in my head. I know there’s one stuck in my head right now.

I got this from my friend James. He apparently really likes Lords of Acid because they’re so raunchy. They’re all about sex, drugs, and illegal things. Like seducing young boys. Don’t ask, it’s one of the songs.

I won’t get into my weekend right now, ’cause it’s still only Saturday! But on Tuesday I’ll have a movie review for Don’t Mess With the Zohan. Saw it yesterday with James and my other friend Jessica. For now, enjoy the music.