So I'm currently working my second last set of night shifts! I'm so happy, not because I'm sitting here bleary eyed and wishing I was holding a pillow instead of a broom, but because there's only two more sets to go and I'm finito with nights! This is reason to celebrate!
Anyway, thought I'd give a little update on the ever-so exciting happenings of Bethany!
Yeah, there's nothing exciting.
Bye guys!
Just kidding! I had a pretty fun wipeout with my longboard at an intersection today, I hit some sand that had collected on the road and the board sort of skidded, and normally I can just keep going, but because I was bent out into a turn I ended up crashing and rolling... and almost hitting a truck! Oh my! Luckily no fenders became benders due to my body being crushed, so life goes on..
In about 2 weeks I switch over to my new house, which I'm incredibly excited about!!! The 3 guys that live there are sweet hearts, honestly I adore them, and they're a lot more independent (jobs, no meds, girlfriends, etc) so it'll be a little bit less of a constant push on my patience button. And I get along really well with the manager there too, he's cool, does tattoos, local artist, and the size of a house... but whatever. He thinks he's gonna make me cry, and while I acted tough and said he wouldn't, we all know I probably will. "What, you want me to COOK? *burst into tears*"
Anyhow, I'm also going to be posting something that will be long, sort of intense to read, and probably difficult for you girls to understand pretty soon. It'll be a big shock, but honestly, I just need to get it off my chest. But I'm talking to my family about it first, as I owe it to them.
Much love!
Beth
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
About Micheal Jackson, Broken Beer Bottles, and the Thriller Dance..
knSo I want to start off by apologizing about sucking so much at keeping this puppy updated... my bad!
Anyway, can you believe he finally kicked the bucket? Ok, I mean I know Micheal Jackson wasn't everyone's favorite person.. let's face it, he hasn't been this stiff since that little boy came to visit (if ya know what I mean heh) but man... he was an INCREDIBLE performer! He paved the way for EVERYONE! Justin Timberlake, Usher, even friggin Christina Aguilera! Not to mention his wacky crazy awesome dancing... I will never stop trying to learn the moonwalk, blisters and sprained toes be damned! I miss him already, but eh... everyone has to go right?
Anyway, I have this giant gash on the bottom of my foot... it hurts, and it's gross looking, and as per usual it's all my fault that I have it in an ironic sort of way. The other day I noticed a smashed bottle on the road, and figured I should move it so no one ruins their tires with the glass, I tossed the big old pieces onto the grass and thought nothing of it. And then last night, coming to work, I stepped on it..
I was wearing my favorite sneakers, those ones I got in gr.10 that are ripped and ragged and occasionally glow an eerie greenish color (they should do a tribute to them on the Twilight Zone show, seriously, they were some pretty nasty sneakers) but I loved them with all my heart. Unfortunately they're so old and icky that the giant piece of beer bottle I stepped on went through them and into my foot, a full inch into my foot, and a full 3 inches wide. I love life, really.
So now one sneaker is fully stained with blood, I'm walking with a limp -GANGSTA!- and my beloved shoes are in the trash for all eternity. :( all this because I'm a thoughtful person. Eff my life.
So yeah, that's my traumatic experience for the day.
I got bored last night at work and learned the thriller dance, friggen awesome! It was so much fun, even with a bloody limping foot haha. AND I've finally mastered hills on the long board, it was hard because the thing goes so fast, but I now rule Thompson! Random people tell me they see me around town, and I've been nicknamed the "skater chick" by Robins Donuts and some other people I don't ever know or talk to... gotta love it.
Anyway that's about it for now!
Ooooh wait! I got my bedroom set in, and I have to assemble it all myself, and apparently I suck, because it looks like frankenstein and pinnochio had a baby. So here's to hoping I can figure that out, or I'll have several nails to the bum after my first week sleeping on it!!
Love ya!
Anyway, can you believe he finally kicked the bucket? Ok, I mean I know Micheal Jackson wasn't everyone's favorite person.. let's face it, he hasn't been this stiff since that little boy came to visit (if ya know what I mean heh) but man... he was an INCREDIBLE performer! He paved the way for EVERYONE! Justin Timberlake, Usher, even friggin Christina Aguilera! Not to mention his wacky crazy awesome dancing... I will never stop trying to learn the moonwalk, blisters and sprained toes be damned! I miss him already, but eh... everyone has to go right?
Anyway, I have this giant gash on the bottom of my foot... it hurts, and it's gross looking, and as per usual it's all my fault that I have it in an ironic sort of way. The other day I noticed a smashed bottle on the road, and figured I should move it so no one ruins their tires with the glass, I tossed the big old pieces onto the grass and thought nothing of it. And then last night, coming to work, I stepped on it..
I was wearing my favorite sneakers, those ones I got in gr.10 that are ripped and ragged and occasionally glow an eerie greenish color (they should do a tribute to them on the Twilight Zone show, seriously, they were some pretty nasty sneakers) but I loved them with all my heart. Unfortunately they're so old and icky that the giant piece of beer bottle I stepped on went through them and into my foot, a full inch into my foot, and a full 3 inches wide. I love life, really.
So now one sneaker is fully stained with blood, I'm walking with a limp -GANGSTA!- and my beloved shoes are in the trash for all eternity. :( all this because I'm a thoughtful person. Eff my life.
So yeah, that's my traumatic experience for the day.
I got bored last night at work and learned the thriller dance, friggen awesome! It was so much fun, even with a bloody limping foot haha. AND I've finally mastered hills on the long board, it was hard because the thing goes so fast, but I now rule Thompson! Random people tell me they see me around town, and I've been nicknamed the "skater chick" by Robins Donuts and some other people I don't ever know or talk to... gotta love it.
Anyway that's about it for now!
Ooooh wait! I got my bedroom set in, and I have to assemble it all myself, and apparently I suck, because it looks like frankenstein and pinnochio had a baby. So here's to hoping I can figure that out, or I'll have several nails to the bum after my first week sleeping on it!!
Love ya!
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