Thursday, September 9, 2010

Fast-Talking Friday

Hey guys,

How is everyone? How has your week gone?

Mine feels like I've been drunk the whole time because everything is a big blur where I can't remember anything. Honestly, I'm feeling a lot better about everything, but it's still going to be hectic.

I dropped my Anthropology class because I wanted to cry just thinking about going to that class.. Good thing is, I got added into another class so I won't look like a slacker to the other people in Honors or my parents.

My coordinator talked to me about my whole meltdown. It didn't make me feel better. I'm still stressing, but I'm just like.. meh, stress. But hopefully, with the new people coming in, that I can drill the fact that if they want scholarships, they HAVE to help out at the fundraiser.. So far.. We got two people willing to help out at the fundraiser. DRILL DRILL DRILL. Actually, I think I'm the only one drilling in those points, my coordinator is like.. "Yeah. Priority regristration." I'm like.. "IF YOU HELP WITH THE EVENTS." If not.. you can go away. >.<

I'm grumpy when I don't have sleep.

My two year anniversary is 8 days away and the present is no where.. near. done.

I didn't think that it was going to be this hard this semester.. but.. I think I'm ok now.. Hopefully. Hopefully.. Hopefully.

Happy Friday!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Another Note

Hey, everyone!

I know, I know.. Another note? WHAT!?!?

I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to change my posting schedule.. The new schedule is most likely going to be changed to Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.

I know that I'm being REALLY weird with the posting schedule and I really hate it. I'm not balancing work, school, Honors, family obligations, the girlfriend obligations, and obligations to myself very well.

I'm running on an hour and a half of sleep from last night because I had to go do my training and after I got off of work, I had to go straight to school. now, I'm doing another (almost) all nighter to finish my Bio homework.

People are flaking for Honors. I'm starting to think of it like a relationship. I fell in love too early and now I'm getting my heart broken because they can't reciprocate my feelings and efforts. It's gotten so bad that I want to go MIA like the last president did and I vowed not to do that.

Every time I try to plan something.. I don't have the manpower to do it. I can't even be at the event because I have work and I THOUGHT that I would people that I can lean on when situations like these arise.. but apparently, the most reliable people I know are either not eligible to be in Honors or attend other schools..

I can't even depend on the coordinator who gets PAID to do this. He teaches one less class (he's a full time teacher) so he can do this Honors thing.

I'm so frustrated and irritated and annoyed and angered. Beyond words. Actually, I'm on the verge of tears..

No, it's official.. There are tears.. and I don't cry very often. *sigh*


Hey guys! :)

I'm starting up the polls again and I have a new poll up on the sidebar. We should be back on the regular schedule. Right now, it's not looking like I'm going to cut back on the schedule, but I reserve the right to cut back if I feel like I need to.

I'm not sure if I did apologize or not, but I will apologize for the crazy schedule in the past month. Hopefully, we will not go through another period like that. *fingers crossed*

Happy Tuesday!

PS. I start work today. Whoo-hoo! Training, here I come (in 6 hours). For now, BIO! :)


Monday, September 6, 2010

Bad Girl

I was sitting on the floor in the corner of my living room, hugging my knees. I was trying to breath normally and not hyperventilate. I glanced up at Brittany standing in the hallway, who was still on the phone with the police. I couldn't hear anything that she was saying to them or what was going on.

I just realized something...

I had been so scared that I didn't realize that the pounding on the door had stopped. I tried to listen for any noises outside, but it was silent.

I slowly crawled my way to the window and carefully peered outside, trying not to cause any attention to myself. I didn't see anyone in the front yard. I didn't see any cars in my driveway or unfamiliar cars parked on my street.

Maybe Farrah had left already? Maybe she realized that she was insane for coming over to my house and pounding on the door like a madwoman. Maybe she left to talk to Taylor, the person she should have talked to before this whole thing.

That was my rational side talking. Then, the irrational side of my brain started to talk.

Maybe she snuck around to the back of the house and was looking for an open window.

Maybe she has a weapon on her and she was planning on really hurting me.

Maybe she wants to kill me!

Maybe she's already in the house right now, just plotting her move! OMG! I'm going to die!

I started to hyperventilate. Brittany came over with a paper bag and a glass of water.

"Hey, hey, hey," she said, softly. She handed me the paper bag and I breathed into it until my breathing became normal. "Calm down, Court. Everything is going to be fine."

"She's going to kill me!" I exclaimed. "She's going to come in the house and kill me!" Brittany gave me a big hug and didn't let me go.

"Ok, calm down, honey," she said to me. "The police are coming." I nodded.

"I'm trying," I said to her.

"She's not going to kill you," Brittany tried to reassure me.

"She could be anywhere here!" I exclaimed. "She could be waiting outside for me with a knife or a gun."

"You've been watching too many cop shows," she said to me, trying to crack a joke. I wasn't laughing.

"I'm serious, Brittany," I said to her.

"I heard her walk away and get into her car," she told me. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Ok, Britt," I said with a sigh of relief.

"Hey, the cops are here," she said, looking out the window. She went to open the door to let them in.

It was only one officer who arrived and it was pretty routine. Officer Novak was really nice and he asked me a bunch of questions, trying to get me to remember exactly what happened. He was really understanding when I had to stop and get a drink of water or started to cry out of nowhere.

I tried relaying what had happened to him as accurately as possible. Things happened so fast that I couldn't remember some of the details.

Officer Novak had to talk to Brittany for a little bit to get her statement since she was the one who called.

Officer Novak came back into the living room.

"Courtney, do you want to press charges?" he asked me.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Fast-Talking Friday

Hey guys.

How was your week?

I'm super tired. I haven't gotten my schedule for work yet. I suffered through a 3 hour class without a break. I have homework up to my ears. The whole night class thing is killing me.

I know I'm complaining, but I only got a little bit of sleep because I was helping my friend/one of my boyfriend's best friends with his classes until 5 in the morning..

And I have a light on my car.. that says I need to have something checked and it's been on for a couple of days.. That might be bad. :(

Does anyone know if it's hard to get big companies to donate stuff to organizations and programs. I was thinking about something like.. Jamba Juice or Starbucks or McDonalds.

But, on the bright side. Four day weekend to get everything done! :)

Oh! My 2 year anniversary is on the 18th! So, I have a couple of weeks to finish my present (a scrapbook..). Oh boy. I haven't even started yet.

I promise the schedule will return to normal this week. :)

Good night everyone. I really need to catch some Zzzzzz. :)

Happy Friday!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Face That Screams

The first thought I had was: What the hell was this freaken girl doing standing here at my house? My second thought was: Why is she yelling at me? I didn't do anything to her!
My third thought: Get the **** off of my property.

Ok, well, my dad's property. Whatever! You get the point! She can't just come here to my house and yell at me!

"Yes, I live here," I said, rolling my eyes.

I know that I shouldn't be giving attitude to a crazy person, but I couldn't help it. I was really annoyed.

"You're a slut!" she yelled at me. "Do you think you can do whatever you want? Do you think that you're better than everyone else? Do you think that you can just waltz in and just screw everything up? Do you?"

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about," I told her, what I thought to be very sincerely.

"That's right, play dumb," she sneered at me. "Pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about."

"Really, Farrah, I have no idea what you're talking about," I said to her, honestly confused about everything.

"I know everything, Courtney," she said to me.

"Oh, really?" I asked her. "Then tell me what you know because I certainly don't know. No clue what you're talking about."

"I know that you slept with Taylor!" She shouted. "I know you did!"

I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. I burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" she asked, angrily. "I don't see what's so funny."

I couldn't stop laughing at her ridiculous accusation. I was practically kneeling on the ground.

"Shut up!" she screamed in my face. "I know you've been talking to him. I saw the two of you yesterday! I followed him to your store and saw you guys together!"

"He came in the store looking for me!" I exclaimed. "He left after I told him that I had a boyfriend."

"You? A boyfriend?" she scoffed at me. "Please, I saw the way you were looking at my man. There is no way that you have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, I do, it's Henry," I told her, rolling my eyes. It was her turn to laugh uncontrollably.

"Please, you and Henry?" she said, in disbelief. She continued laughing for another minute before she could control herself. "Right. Like that would ever happen. Get out here so I can kick your ass!"

I tried closing the door on her, but she grabbed my arm and tried to pull me out of the house. We were struggling for control for.. I don't know how long. All of a sudden, I saw Farrah's fist and felt it collide into my nose. I felt blood trickling down my face. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Courtney? What's goin-" I heard Brittany say before I heard a yell. I felt Brittany pulling me into the house while I gave Farrah a huge push that sent her on the ground. I quickly shut the door and locked it behind me.

"Come out here, you whore!" I heard her shriek. "You don't sleep with my man and get away with it!" She banged loudly on my door.

I looked at Brittany. I was terrified. There was a crazy, screaming psychopath outside my house.

"I'm going to call the police, Court," she said in a gentle voice. "It's going to be ok." I nodded and hoped that she was right.

"Get out here!" More pounding.

"Hurry, Brittany!" I cried as she quickly punched the numbers 9 1 1 on the phone.