The Weekend of June 19 (A Long Time Ago I Know But My Computer Hasn't Been Letting Me Get On Here)

So as of late I have done a lot of moving and I am now living in Oceanside with my aunt, uncle, their two dogs and my two dogs. It is quite a full house but it's nice and there is never a dull moment especially with four crazy dogs running a muck. It actually looks like we are running some sort of kennel for naughty dogs who bark at anything that makes noise, persist to play while we are watching tv and lay on us in a way that makes us so uncomfortable but accomodates their needs.

Dog ownership is a sick thing. You go out of your way to make them happy at the expense of your own well-being and sanity. But all in all it has been nice and relaxing given that the previous week I stayed in three different places.

In addition to finally having my own room, the fact that my boss is gone on vacation made my week all the more pleasant as the office or rather the Nazi concentration camp he runs became more relaxed in his absence. My week went by without any complaints from me as I previously stated Hitler aka my boss was out of the office.

On Friday day I was all primed and ready to go out to Stingaree with some girlfriends as my good friend Brian was having an art show there. The whole day I didn't feel well, threw up in a McDonalds cup but still manned up enough to go out to the club. Upon getting there I was in an utter disbelief as I was already tipsy and there were no attractive men there. Not one. Not even with beer goggles.

I mean in all honesty I'm really not that that picky but I'm pretty sure balding middle aged men should not be at a night club for the following reasons:

A. It's creepy

B. It makes everyone uncomfortable

C. They should be home watching Frasier reruns

D. It's creepy

Seriously though if you look like you could be someones grandfather a nightclub is not the place for you. No offense to grandmas and grandpas but the middle aged 40 + men are only there looking for a nice hot thing to make a trophy wife and someone who will help them administer viagra when in the mood. Me on the other hand not my sort of thing.

Kaylee, Jenny, Stephanie and I talked and hung out but as I was still not feeling all that great so I decided to drive back to O Side and call it a night.

Saturday was quite possibly the best day of my life. I did absolutely nothing. I proceeded to watch four different movies back-to-back and only left the house once in order to get food.