i think every single dr. pepper commercial i have seen in the past month has been so awesome it has made me miss drinking dr. pepper considerably. but fuck that carb shit. i have been good now for over a week. gutta shed some extra weight so i can buy a dress... which i only have 10 days to do. eek. damn weddings. nerve racking.
so the stupid fucking retard realtor still hasn't called me back. she calls me thursday afternoon on my cell phone to tell me that we got the apartment and we can sign the lease, she just had to check her appointments and so on... but then she doesn't call me on friday like she says she will. so i assume she is busy with appointments. and i didn't work monday- so rob calls me and tells me that she called my work and said i never called her back. which doesn't make any sense since i have been the one that has had to track her down each and every time i have needed her. so anyway- she leaves that message with rob, then, instead of calling my cell phone, she calls keegan and leaves him the same message. so he calls her back. no answer. so he leaves a message telling her to call one of us back. still no call at noon yesterday. so he called and left her another message. it's now 9:40am and still no call- and this is supposed to be the fucking day we move in!! i am supposed to go get my bed from nan's house... i have all this shit to do.. blech. so she fucking sucks, for the record.
as if that wasn't enough to worry about. i'm driving down bearse's way in hyannis with keegan and joe on saturday.. and this woman in front of me slows down, with her blinker on, and turns into the school. now- mind you, she had her blinker on, so there was no stopping short on my behalf, cuz i clearly had enough time to slow down and stop. however, the woman behind me felt it was more important to look down and light a cigarette going a good 35-40mph and drive right into the back left side of my car. bye bye bumper. yeah- it looks real fuckin bad. she jolted us real fuckin hard. some fucking stupid 50 something hispanic ghetto bitch from new bedford with her black husband sitting in their shitty oldsmobile. i get outta the car to survey the damage and she asks me "why'd you stop short?" to which i replied, "i didn't stop short- you were obviously not paying any attention." she assures me its her first accident in 41 years, and it was ok cuz she had insurance. so at this point i'm in my drivers seat fucking shaking... writing down my information for her, as she is doing the same in her car. no- it never dawned on me to ask for her license. stupid, stupid me. so she comes over to my car with a piece of paper with her information which is barely legible to the point where i make her read it to me. she asks if i need anything else. hey- a license plate number would help. so she writes it down. at this point, keegan has my camera phone and is taking a picture of her car damage and my car damage, and decides to snap a photo of her license plate in the back. when he goes to do it, he realizes that it is not the same license plate she wrote down for me. so as he is trying to take the pic, she throws her car into reverse, almost running him down had he been closer, and backs up a good 300ft down bearse's way and takes off down chestnut st. so we got a vague pic of her license plate, which essentially could say a few different things. so we called the cops. i gave the cop my phone and let him try to figure it out. he couldn't find her based on the info she provided me with- so he gave me a card with a case number and told me he was gonna run it thru the big database at the station, and to call him on monday. of course i didn't call him till today, and i left a message. so i'm gonna wait to hear from him, then file the damn insurance claim. then hopefully i can get ALL the fucking horrific body damage fixed on my car.
another unfortunate event occured. after being strung along for a good couple of months, regal cinemas tells keegan they don't think they need him down here. therefore- no transfer. which means, essentially, no job. so of course you can imagine his freak out. he got a paper and was searching for a job, realizing they were mostly techie jobs that he wasn't gonna do. after freaking out a little i told him just to go to staples, since he has hella experience with office supplies. i also printed him an application for w.b. mason. then i remembered.. a few months ago, this random movie theater in sandwich that i had never heard of before was hiring for a projectionist. the only reason i forgot about it was cuz they had to be licensed, which he ought to be, but is not. i decided to check their website anyway. and low and behold they are hiring assisstant managers (which he is at the zeotrope) and a projectionist/supervisor (which he is at regal). so i freaked out and called him with directions right from hyannis to that theater. he talked to the manager, who liked him a lot, and now today he has a meeting with the owner, manager, and the asst manager. i guess the deal is they want him to get licensed as a projectionist so they can hire him for that. then by september he could be assistant manager. he is pysched. so i hope it all works out. <3
so i took monday off so i could go with jeni to her ultrasound to find out the sex. we aren't 100% sure, but more than likely it is a girl. i'm so excited!! i wanted a little girl!! hehe. anyway- it was literally the most amazing thing i have ever seen. the fucking baby was right there on the screen... moving all around and shit. i just stood in the room with my jaw dropped down to my chest and my eyes wide. truly amazing. i'm getting more comfortable with it jeni, don't worry. heh. <3
i should really be working. rob gave me a list of things to do. but he is gone to the museum of science as a chaperone all day... darren is at the hospital with his pregnant girlfriend... and darlene is probably working from home. i set an alarm for keegan to wake up at 9:40 so he could get up, shower, get his laptop and bring it here to type and print his resume for his meeting later today, so lets hope he did what he was supposed to like a good boy. i actually just called him and his ass was lying in bed still. slacker. lol <3
friday night was sara keegan's 24th birthday. me and keegan went up when i got outta work. it was a total family affair. a wild time. it was just the mom, the dad, the sister, the sister's fiance dan, me, and keegan. the boys hung out by the grill outside the whole time, and us girls stuck around the kitchen and talked about this and that. total bonding experience. i absolutely love his family. sara invited me to the rehearsel dinner, which i am sorta weary about going to, so i might not, but i dont wanna offend anyone either, so we will see. plus i would have to sleep at his house, which is fine, but weird at the same time. dinner at erin condon's house friday night... man i love her a lot. <3
warped tour is 2 months from today. oh man. i can't even handle the excitement. rumor had it that pink floyd is touring with roger waters for the first time in 25 years. but i looked online and found nothing about it. if it's true- i'm so fucking there it hurts me. and i hafta get my parents tickets for their anniversary since my mom is a huge fan. that would be sooo wild- to go to a pink floyd concert with my parents.. man we would be so high it would almost be unhealthy.
alright i gutta go. i've been in work for an hour and 15 min and have done nothing but read my horoscope, check my e-mail, e-mail a consignor and that realtor, check my myspace and keegan's myspace, call the cop that handled my accident, and this. clearly unacceptable. love you all. holla back now.
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