It was just another "regular" weekend.

I've been working like a maniac all week, covering the shifts of the two people we just let go. I'm hoping that this new manager is paying enough attention to how amazing I am at my job and considers me for a promotion when the new Hotel opens on April 7. I didn't think I was really ready to be promoted (considering the unrealistic workload it can sometimes entail) because I had other goals in mind, but I'm not doing anything else with my life currently. I could definitely use the extra money, and I wouldn't mind a little authority. With those things in mind, I've been kicking ass and taking names at work, and I hope that my excellence is soon recognized.

Saturday night when I got off work my roommates called and said they wanted me to meet them at a local bar, so I rushed home to change my clothes and headed over to Black Finn. We ended up leaving because both the crowd and the music sucked and made our way over to Milos, which happens to be my favorite bar. I wasn't really in the mood to drink because I had gotten such a late start, so I just danced around enjoying the music until Brittany started complaining that she wanted to leave because it wasn't "her crowd." Whatever. I'm open-minded, so we went to her spot and got there just in time for last call. How exciting. I had a good time either way, so it doesn't really matter.

Now it's 11:11 (pause to make a wish) on Sunday, and it's coming to a close. Today was pretty uneventful. I spent the early afternoon cleaning up around the house and catching up on the shows that I'd missed during the week. This evening I invited a friend over for dinner and a movie. Now that he's gone, I'm in my room enjoying some quiet time allowing my mind to wonder. I have to admit my thoughts are pretty sexual, and I'll pprobably end up watching porn. I'm just saying.

Hopefully my week goes well. I'll keep you posted for sure.

♫ I'm bringin' Blogger back..ayy!

I honestly wish that I could talk to you everyday, dear blog. I certainly have enough going on in my life that's "blogworthy," just not enough time. I'm going to make more of an effort to change that. I will start making time for you, because I've missed you, and the way you used to make me feel. ;[

Valentine's Day 2010

My Valentine’s Day was like every other day; ordinary. I told myself that this year I’d go out and make it count, but I didn’t. All of my girl “friends” have proven to be phonies, catty bitches, and whores and I’d prefer not to socialize with them. On top of that, my work schedule got in the way so this weekend was pretty uneventful.

Today, I slept mostly. My sleep schedule is totally off from working the night shift, so I didn’t wake up until around 4pm. I went to the Library to exchange my ‘I Love Lucy’ DVDs for the next episodes, and then I went straight home. I wasn’t trying to fight traffic from all the All-Star hoopla going on. When I got home, I made myself a quick dinner; Ramen noodles served by candlelight. :]

I spend the rest of my evening watching True Life reruns on MTV, and around 10 I started getting ready for work. I am completely at peace with the fact that I spent the day by myself, and I don’t feel like I’ve missed out on anything. Chris got me a box of chocolates and a blender for my new apartment. That’s all I really could have asked for. I’m appreciative, and that’s all I have to say.

Is it that time, again?!

I know that Valentine's Day comes on the same day every year, but could it come at a more inconvenient time in my life? I'm the biggest love nerd you could ever imagine, and I've always cherished the idea of Valentine's Day, but I wasn't expecting it to come so quickly. Yikes! Every year for the past 3 years, I've been so invested in trying to correct the mishaps and misfortunes of my life that whenever the holiday rolls around I become obsessive and pushy hoping to make this one better than the last and it always backfires on me. Chris is by far the most un-celebratory person I've ever met (especially the celebration of love) and I know this but I still tried to pressure him into giving me the day I dream about. It still hasn't happened. 3 tries, 3 fails. This time, it doesn't matter. I've said it before, and I will say it again. This year — as cliché as it may sound — is MY year. I started off on the right foot for change in 2010 and I'm not stopping now. There are more important things in my life that I should focus on rather than worry about whether or not I received chocolates and a teddy on February 14th. I'm not going to concern myself with whether or not I'll be spending the holiday alone. What does it matter? I'm alone every other day of the year, why should this one be treated any differently? It shouldn't, and it won't.

I'm not going to plan, anticipate, hope for, or wish to receive any special treatment on the 'big' day. If by some chance someone does something special for me — of course — that would make me really happy, but if nothing happens it's not the end of the world. If I don't have a date, I'll celebrate by myself. I can make it a night in with movies and junk food, to pamper myself, or I can go out and have a few drinks with my girls. Whatever I decide to do, I will be surrounded by positive people and positive energy. For 3 years I've allowed myself to allow someone else to disappoint me on Valentine's day, but I promise that not happening in 2010.

This is me, can you deal?

I've been working on this for about a week now. I initially started writing it as an email to a 'loved one' that I've been at war with, but decided against sending it. I shouldn't have to tell HIM the things he should already know about me. Anyways, instead of wasting such precious content, why not post it? If you're curious — or bored, whatever — here's a read:

This is me, can you deal?
• I love tattoos and piercings, and I will probably end up getting more of either at some point. "The human body is always treated as an image in society" and it's like living, breathing, walking, talking art. My body is my canvas, and I get to share its meaning with the world.

• I wear 'crazy' outfits. Some may be less conventional than you're used to, but it's how I express who I am. Personal style is much more important to me than being trendy. I wear what I'm most comfortable in and don't care what anyone thinks. I hardly have anything 'designer' in my closet, and I shop at thrift stores. I'm all about being creative, and doing the shit myself.

• I do not, will not, nor have I ever followed any of the conventional 'rules of dating.' Obviously I have certain standards that I uphold, but if I feel like sleeping with you on the first night I will, and won't feel guilty about it. It's ALL about vibes with me.
• I am very outspoken, and sometimes what I say may offend you. Either you have the balls to talk shit back, or you're a pussy and you can keep your mouth shut. I don't always have a censor, and I'm not guarded in any way. What you see is what you get.

• I'm only 21, which means I have at least the next couple of years to decide which direction I'm going with my life. Until then, I may be broke, and unstable.

• I am very rebellious. If you try and pressure me to do something, or act a certain way, I won't do it mostly out of spite. I do things on Bre time, not when you think it should be done. Stop trying.

• I'm a free thinker and I make my own decisions. If I need your help I will ask for it and I will ALWAYS come to you when I need help making decisions that affect the both of us. Don't question my loyalty. And definitely don't discredit me based on your own prejudgments.

• I am the least jealous person in the world. I'm comfortable enough with myself and what I have to offer that I don't waste my time being jealous of you or anyone else. I respect honesty more than anything and if you compromise the trust in our relationship, friendship, or otherwise, you’re not worth having in my life. Bare in mind, I give second chances, but 3 strikes and you’re out! Don't take my kindness for weakness, I am territorial and WILL put a bitch in his or her place. :]

• I don't subscribe to any labels, including when it comes to my sexual orientation. I think both men and women are beautiful, and I won't turn down a date with someone — guy or girl — because of gender, race, religion, etc. Love is love and it knows no boundaries.

• I am naturally flirtatious. It's a part of who I am and it's not something I can turn off; most of the time I don't even realize when I'm doing it. My being flirtatious should not be confused with promiscuity and you should still proceed with caution. I know my limits, make sure you know yours.

• Half the fun of anything is the chase. I always want what is considered 'off limits,' and will definitely work to acquire whatever that may be. I almost always get what I want. Just saying.
I'm obviously open to answering personal questions so if you have any, be my guest. :]