Right now, I am sitting at Java Co thinking I should have some coffee. I definitely think I should have some coffee. I hate paying for it though. Grrr.
Ok, now I'm better. Iced coffee with banana and chocolate flavor. Mmmmm.
So anyway. I am in Kirksville to see a play. Emmie came up with me to suffer in the lack of air conditioning that my car has provided. We sweated through an entire set of clothing. I am on an adventure. Fun Fun. Kareoke tonight after seeing the play. Amber's birthday. Being back is great. I miss Kville.
Anyway, this weekend was bad. I survived work, but maybe made some bad choices in terms of boys. I might have accidentally taken home a friend who I am not interested in. Oops. That might be bad. But it did get me completely over the Paramedic. Completely. I should have gone to Novak's to see the boy that I actually wanted to take home, but instead I got a little drunk at Complex. Just bad because I knew he had a crush on me and I so do not have those feelings.
The coffee shop did not fall apart under my guidance. I was terrified all weekend that it would explode or catch on fire. So, because of all the stress, I decided to get a haircut. I know. You all are dying to see it, but you can't. Cuz I don't have a camera. Boo. Maybe Christmas.
Happy Endings is a great movie with Maggie Gyllenhaal and Lisa Kudrow with lots of cute boys and a very interesting plot. Jenni and I had a movie night last night with Chinese food and Smirnoff ice. It was such a nice night off. I stayed in for the first time in forever.
Speaking of staying in. My roommate forgot to sign the check for Ameren, so they are threatening to disconnect our electricity. Oh how I am going to miss her. She has started moving out. I will miss her mess and her having gross boys over. I will miss her irresponsibility towards money and life. But most of all, I will miss the respect that she has for Jenni and I. That I will miss most of all.
Anyway, time to go see a play and enjoy my time in Kville. Screw blogging. I need to have stuff to blog about. Love ya.