Glowsticks, what the hell.

Here's a short and sweet one:
I've had a really crap weekend...I've gotten maybe 12 hours sleep total between friday-monday. So I'm a little cranky when it comes to dealing with idiots and ppl that smell.
I almost died Satuday...what's new, right? I am Tabitha, after all...Some genius brought a glowstick to show me, i was bored, starting chewing on, thinking, "oh yeah, there's a one in a million chance this tiny thing could bust". Well, guess what everyone?
It blew up in my mouth. In case you guys didn't know, that stuff is really toxic...and it tastes horrible, and i couldn't feel the entire left side of my mouth for over an hour. Luckily, i was nearby the e.r.....I was strongly advised to call poison control, but I decided against it since i really don't have that kinda time in my life....i didn't actually swallow any, so i eventually regained feeling in my mouth and I' m not dead, so I think I'm in the clear. But it sucks 'cause my mouth didn't even glow....wouldn't have even been worth it to die, with no glowing tongue.
I gotta go work now. Since that is my life and that is all I do.

Nobody better ever whine to me again about working all the time or being tired. I will push you out in front of a truck if you do. Because if I can work on 12 hours sleep in three days, and have almost died because of a damn glowstick, then you can work your wimpy 8 hour shift.
The end.

Let Me Read Your Horoscopes For You, Friends.

Well, another day, another blog.

First of all, I want to give a shout out to my dad for sending me a picture that made me almost pee my pants, I laughed so hard.

I don't care who you're voting for, that's funny.

In other news of the week:

Stayed with some friends near Helen last night, and tonight after work. Unfortunately, we did not go to Oktoberfest like I'd thought, they went today while I was at work :( , which really is a bummer 'cause i really wanted to go. But I still met a lot of cool people and it was fun, and I didn't spend any money which is really good for me. And you know what was crazy? I've been on this really selfish kick for a few months...not wanting to really seriously date, if even casually actually. I've just been focusing a lot on me and my stuff and family and I like it that way. I like it being all about me and my stuff. I really surprised myself last night though because I met a ton of really good looking, really nice guys and I just wasn't into it. I was just in my own little selfish world, doing my own thing. So uninterested. SO unlike me, usually I'm the biggest, most charming (;) ) flirt on earth, but I guess I'm just a boring old lady now.

I did learn that my mom's specialty knowledge in horoscopes has really rubbed off on me...;) ha ha, because after a few drinks, I knew everyone's sign and told them all about themselves. Even the bad things. These are a couple of quotes from Tabitha last night:

"Oh my god, that is such a Pisces thing to do! WHEN is your birthday?"

"Leo? There is NOOOO way you are a Leo, you are way too quiet."

"Oh......an Aries huh? I am SOOOO sorry for you. Everyone hates Aries."

"I'm a Capricorn, which is the most undesirable sign in the zodiac. But I have a really fantastic moon sign."

"What's a moon sign? Oh my God, I wish I had my Astrology book with me so I could tell you yours. It's gotta be a Cancer, I'm guessing....give me your number, I'll call you when I look it up."

No, really. That happened. I was out of control.

Also, I'm already bad with names, but there were so many people there, that I could NOT remember anyone's names.....so I had a system. One guy was from Miami, so his name was "Miami". One guy had on a blue shirt...guess what his name was? "Blue". "You're my boy, Blue!" That got thrown out there a lot. I also learned that I am just as bad playing pool when I've been drinking, as I am when I have not been drinking. Though I'm less obsessed with winning when I've had a few beers.

I'm such a dork and it was in action last night, BIG TIME. I'm just gonna sit back and relax tonight and be that girl in the corner. Okay, realistically, I could never be that girl, but I can try to be quiet for once in my life. Right?

On an even FUNNIER note, my mother is my personal finance director/accountant now. Yes, I have reverted back to a 16 year old whose mommy gives her an allowance every month.

Apparently, even though I am an expert on horoscopes, I can't handle money, cook, or sew. That's why I talk a lot...I gotta make up for those lacking domesticated skills.

So, I'm giving MAMA my money, she's helping me keep track of it...she's basically trying yet again to teach me to be frugal. It's like I'm an alcoholic, except it's a spending-money-o-holic. I need therapy, apparently.

Overall, it's been an OK week at work and stuff, and I'm glad I got this weekend to hang out with friends. Working all the time really weighs on me sometimes. My lovely grandfather made me a feast for breakfast this morning, too, which makes everything in life better of course:)

Peace and Love. ~

The Healthy Way of Living Sucks.

Helloooo, all, time yet again for another entertaining blog from the crazy life of yours truly...

FINALLY!
I got a shift at the hotel from 3pm to 11pm--love it! I really do meet the most interesting ppl! Especially bikers. No, not "bicyclers"....please. Motorcycle Bikers. Love them. So outgoing, so funny, so great! And my dad is one of those guys, makes me proud:)
A guest also asked me if I wanted some dinner from a restaurant he went to, which was nice. I love nice ppl.


Not a lot has been going on...my mother got me drunk last night over something she made me, which she calls a "white russian"...really what this "beverage" should be called is "Straight Vodka With A Pinch of Chocolate Syrup" . That's why I love my mother. So creative:-)

That didn't help the health kick that I'm on at the moment, which includes meal-replacement shakes and a healthy dinner entree. It's tough. I like to eat. Good stuff. Full meals. Three to four times a day. But I also enjoy wearing a swimsuit and single digit pants, so I have to pick and choose. I thought about continuing my unhealthy eating habits so I could land myself a prime spot on "The Biggest Loser", however, I'm too vain to ever let it go that far...yeah. I said it. I'm in love with myself. It's a sin, maybe that's why that random dude tried to "save" me last weekend.

I will keep you updated with my progress at getting healthier. As of the moment, I'm about to starve and really want a pizza. Like, a whole pizza.

Let's talk about my hospital work this week. Went to the crazy insane asylum next door and my co-worker decides to ask this lady who is diagnosed with DEPRESSION, among other ailments, how she is doing. Really? What do you think her answer is gonna be, genius? "Oh, I'm just fabulous, I love it here, love being tied to my bed."
No, her answer was a long, drawn out (but I will put it in a nutshell for you here) --"I hate everyone, my life, and the asshole doctors and nurses here. Oh, and I think I might have TB."

Whoa there. TB, huh? I took a step back and ran to find a nurse, just to double check on that. In case you don't know, readers, TB is TUBERCULOSIS. It kills, it's airborne. yikes.
Turns out, she really was just crazy and had a small cough.

Oktoberfest is next weekend--I'm gonna go to the festivities next Friday with some buddies, I'm super-excited...never been before, it should be interesting.