|above and beyond.
||[Jun. 20th, 2009|11:05 am]
so i'm back in the woods, and i literally could not be happier..
this summer has turned into something beyond amazing ((and it has only begun..))
a few nights before me and my sis left for the valley, we drank a gallon of wine and were talking about this upcoming adventure. For some odd reason, we had this feeling that it was going to be a strange summer.. and fuck, nothing could be more true! I could not ask for a better time with better people. I have grown into so more of myself this summer, and i am truly happy for once.
i feel alive.
i feel at peace.
i feel at home.
Every night i count down the minutes at work just so i can go and hang out. i LOVE these people here and already feel attached. Last summer i feel like i only hung out with a small group of close friends, but this year, although i do have those certain people, it's one big hangout. Cheap Seats - Community Center.. which is the smartest decision housing has made. Lets cage a bunch of drunks till 1am, then set them free. --brilliant!--
So my summer goal was to hook up with my insanely hot manager D. --check that off my list. I really thought i'd be tough, but i am happy whenever i'm with him and that's all that matters. I'm over worrying about the future and what's to come, live in today and embrace everything that comes with it.
Work sucks. shitty shitty shitty. I knew it wasn't going to be great or anything but fuck, i HATE it. The only good thing about it is that i have senority over basically everyone- so fuck off bitches =)
--last night i was up at the cheap seats with a bunch of people, and chris asked me to walk into the grill with him. (no big, right?) so i decided to put my beer in my back pocket (which i have done thousands of times. actually, i usually just walk around holding//drinking it in there..) But my new manager renee decides that she is going to make my life suck. Asks me for an ID, and of course semi-drunk me says yeah sure.. (smoooothhh) and then she gives me a speech about how she knows i'm not 21 and if i have alcohol again then i could be fired. I probably should have taken that more seriously, but honestly, i just dont care. but then housing talks to me too! i swear i was not that drunk. I know it should make me think twice, but it really doesn't matter to me. I'm just here having fun, taking it day by day (nothing more - nothing less)
but i wish that i could sum up this summer into a few sentences, but it really is impossible.
i love everything about this place. ((home sweet home))