AHH!

Normally, being the procrastinator that I am, I would put this post off until the very last minute that it must be done. Continuing the practices of procrastination was my plan, but now seems like a fitting time to write (or in this case; vent!) Actually, now that I think about it my last free-written blog was me venting. Maybe I should rename my blog with something including my nack for complaining.

Moving on to the real issues, I feel as though my world is spinning at a million miles an hour right now. Every single day I wake up, go to school, go to work, do homework, and then go to sleep. I realize that this is the schedual of nearly every college student, and that I should probably get used to it considering I have four more years it ahead of me, but I don't want to! During the weekends I get so stressed attempting to see my friends whenever I'm not working that I usually end up ditching at least three plans. Next thing I know, It's back to the old "school-work-homework-sleep-repeat" routine. I realize that I should cut down on working before I get burnt out but I need to pay rent and get my shopping fix. And I'm sure you're probably wondering why I'm not sleeping considering it's one in the morning and I'm complaining about no time to relax, but how am I supposed to relax with a list of the things that I need to do running through my head at a million miles an hour?

Worst of all, the very last place on earth that I would ever want to be is work. I understand that that's why it's called work and they're not paying me just for fun, but I have never hated a job as much as this one at the La Crosse Family Restaurant. I have been working there for nearly nine months and have been planning my quitting speech since day one. The place is absolutely crazy. The cooks, along with the dish washers and bussers, are all straight out of mexico and speek almost no english. When they do manage to gather a couple words that we can comprehend it is only to tell us of how worthless we are. The most aggrivating of them all are the cooks, who regularly shot-gun beers while cooking. Once drunk and angry, they like to throw our tickets away when they're mad, or simply throw our food at us. Next we have the two owners, cousins from Macedonia. One is a crazy, egotistical man that imports drugs from Europe to sell to his imigrate employees. The other is a fairly smart business man besides the fact that he involves himeself in the drama of his employees. Moving on the the last group of people that I work with, the waitresses, we have a whole new group of crazy to deal with. At least four or five of the waitresses are deeply in love with the owners and spend all of their time trying to steal them away from their wives. All of the morning waitresses like to leave the night waitresses notes on how terrible of a job we do. On really good nights, such as tonight, they stay after to inform us of the fact that we are bringing down sales because we have such terrible customer service. There is one waitress that I like and hang out with outside of work, named Tric. Finally, we have the customers. Many of the customers I enjoy greatly, some of them are even the main factor that keeps me there. On the other hand, many are at least seventy-five years old and still think that a dollar and fifty cents is an outstanding tip. I'm sure at this point you are wondering, as am I, why I have put up with this place for nine months. After careful consideration and getting threatened to be beaten up by one of the bussers, I have decided it is finally time to find a new job. I honestly think that if I attempt to balance the stress of school, friends, a boyfriend, and working in the worst place in the world any longer my head will in fact explode.

Now that I have finally vented I'm going to make a second attempt at some much needed sleep. Or just go tell Ty to have his stuff out by the morning because I'm angry and hes promised me three times in less than twenty-four hours that he would do the dishes right away. ha.

Opps!

So, I was confused and under the impression that we could react to anything; something we read, something we watched, something we heard, or something that happened. Turns out that all of the above are okay, minus my choice for my last blog, so here is my second reaction blog of the day.

I am reading a book, for the second time, called twenty-one. Twenty-one is about a guy named Bret that is part of the PAK fraternity. Bret is just turning twenty-one and to follow trandition in the frat, he must down twenty-one drinks in twenty-four hours.
I thought that underage and binge drinking would be a great topic of discussion, seeing as we live in a state that could out-drink pretty much any other. The college towns in Wisconsin such as Madison, La Crosse, and Menomonie have made drinking the most popular pastime in our area. Every college in the United States has students that drink, but many feel that the Midwest is taking things a bit too far. I personally agree with those that think that things are a bit too extreme around here. Sure, most students drank some while they were in highschool, and many will drink much more once they move out and on to college, but it is not necessary to get beligerantly drunk every night. The house parties that go on are bad enough, but things get even worse once students reach the legal age of twenty-one. Reaching this age has becomg a goal in a young adults life that has equal or more value than succeeding in life. Is it okay to have a few while you watch the game on sunday or for the occasionally celebration? Sure, but college students need to open their eyes and realize that there is more to life than drinking.

Roomates

Roomates; they all have their flaws. Many of us will find that living with other people can, at times, be rather difficult. If you're like me, after only a couple months, one of your best friends will become your enemy.
Over the last five months my two roomates and I have had our share of hard times. There has been food stolen, shower times taken, and abandoned cleaning jobs. Michelle and I have always found a way to work through these problems and at the end of the day, and were okay. Tyler, on the other hand, has always had an attitutde beyond repair.
Way back in April when Michelle first suggested that Ty live with us we both that it was going to be the best idea ever. A couple weeks before he was supposed to move in with us we found out that he had been steeling and forging his mom's checks. This threw up a huge red flag for us, but after he told us a million times how bad he felt and how he was going to get his life together, we dicided to still give him a chance. Ty was always one of our good friends and we wanted to see him succeede. We moved in and things were great for the first two days, after that the honey moon ended. Ty never cleaned up after himself and he started getting into drugs. If I had a dime for every time Ty said he was going to get his act together, I could pay his rent for the entire year of our lease. The worst part about watching his life fall apart is that his girlfriend, Jenna, is one of my best friends. Every time he did something to himself or to her I couldn't take watching her get hurt. Michelle and I have brought up the prospect of kicking him out to Jenna several times, but every time she has begged us to let him stay. At the end of the summer Jenna moved to Menomonie for college and since then, things have just gotten worse with Ty. Ty has definitely moved from my best friend, to my enemy. Everything he does makes me sick and I don't even want to look at him. Finally, two days ago, we kicked him out. He brings stolen things into our house and people that we don't want to associate with. It's going to be an awkward week while he gets things out but I cannot wait until it is just me and Michelle living here.
Maybe we'll find another roomate, maybe not. We can definitely afford the rent and bills on our own, but it might be nice to have another person living here. If someone else does move in we've decided that it has to be a girl. We've done the guy-roomate thing once, and thats enough for us.

Well, off to class. Hopefully I wont run into Tyler on my way out the door!

First post

It's my first post in my blog and I have absolutely nothing exciting to write about. I suppose I could begin with how I feel about the whole blog-thing and then move on to the thrilling events of my day.

I have a little bit of experience blogging on xanga.com and myspace.com but have not done it in quite some time. I always enjoyed it when I was younger as a way to write my feelings down without having to keep an actual journal. Also, I've always really enjoyed writing and now have a great excuse!

Now on to my exciting day. My roomate, Michelle, was babysitting her manager's five month old daughter from five A.M. until one P.M. At nine this morning Michelle decided that we should go out to breakfast so we loaded the baby up in the car and headed to Fayzee's. It is a Saturday morning so we had to stand in the entry way for a good half-hour before a table was ready for us. Once the food came I decided that everything was worth the wait because, as usual, it was the best breakfast in town. After breakfast we went into Dale's and looked at all of the clothes I want but cannot afford. When we got home I spend an hour filling out some of the neverend paperwork for financial aid. Since then I have pretty much just been having out around the house and enjoying my day off of work and school.

After I play around with the blog for a while I'm going to go to my boyfriend, Kyle's, house for a few hours and hang out. He goes to work at seven and I'm picking up Michelle and driving to meet my dad and brother in Sparta for dinner at my favorite restaurant; Angelini's. After Angelini's we have to hurry back because Michelle works at ten and I have an exciting night filling with television and homework ahead of me. Times a'wasting so I'm off!