Okay, so I got back from Lindsey's house a little while ago and said to myself, "Now Jenna, you are much too excited about tomorrow's book opening to go to sleep, and who needs sleep for work annyway?" And after at least half an hour of inner turmoil debate, I found my self to be guilty of an addiction to exhaustion.
I hate my life with a 8 to 4 job... I have no life with an 8 to 4 job... I like the job, don't get me wrong, but on nights like tonight where I'd much rather be out and about partying on my summer vacacion, I am stuck here (usually, tonight is an exception) at home, getting ready for bed. Not necessarily a bad thing though, I mean, I have an absolute blast with my Dad and there is stuff to do, but sometimes I just want to get out and go and be. (Wow... no wonder my Eng teachers always doc me for run-ons...)
Other than that, the (new to some) puppy pit bull Cian is a'learnin' some fanshy new shtuff. Like "sit pretty" where I make him "sit" first and then sorta balance the sit position with his two front legs... wait, it just occured to me this is AKA "beg"... I think it's cute though so my very macho-ish scardy-dog pit bull will "sit pretty" with the best of them... Okay, so he's learned "sit" and "down/lay down" and "come" and "Come Here!" and now we're moving on to "Sit Pretty" and "Crawl". I eventually want to teach him "bang! your dead oh puppy oh mine" (aka "play dead") and "roll over" (aka "canolli!").
Junior (my cat) on the other hand is very sadly not on speaking terms with me right now. A.) I'm in California, he's in Colorado.
B.) If I were in Colorado, he'd be giving me the cold shoulder because of the new addition.
C.) I know this because that's how we were for the first couple weeks I had before leaving for here/after getting Cian.
D.) It's because he hates dogs.
Someday I hope for my dog cat and fish to all live together in harmony. Some day. LOL Oh, speaking of fish, apparently my beta from college (namely, Lestat) died on the 17th. My step-dad is going to turn him into fertilizer so that we have a nice flower for next year in the patch of our garden that isn't growing this year. He has bought me a replacement. And naturally I named him Louis.(sp?)
Other than that, school's good now that it's out and I finally had a great falling out/scream fest with my mom's half of the family. Made me feel really good to just sit there and scream at them... made them feel realllllly bad and somehow I took pleasure in it. That sorta makes me emo because I took pleasure in my pain over causing them pain, but wtf they deserve it after how bad they've fucked me over my entire life! sorry I didn't have a penis! whatev.
I still love them.
My Papa called me tipsy tonight. I nearly shit a brick, pretty sure I had the baby though.
Also: I have big news about an up-and-coming-Maroon-5-concert-that's-happening-in-October-and:
I'M GONNA BE THERE, BITCHES! IN THE FUCKING 12TH ROW!!
ahem. *cue composing self here
Other than that, everything is going good I think.
Except for the fact that HP ends soon... I'm almost in de-Nile (ba-dum ch) ah cheesy...
LESS THAN 24 HOURS UNTIL ALL MY QUESTIONS ARE ANSWERED IN Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"...the world will never ever be the same,
and you're to blaaaaa-a-aaaame."