Day 70: Stress.

Don't tell me that I shouldn't stress because I'm young. I will punch you in the face. Obviously you haven't worked at a casino, had final exams and not had the ability to make a powerpoint for your spanish class which you need to do, or had any other kind of problem on top of that.

Day 69!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh boy! Today is day 69! So it's time for inappropriateness.
Let's see how many romantic movies I can ruin just by changing one word OR adding a phrase in the title. GO!

Sleepless in My Pants
While You Were Pooping
P.S I Farted On You
A Poop to Remember
The Fuckbook
Pissing Hill
Runaway Slut
Slutty Woman
How to Shit On A Guy in Ten Days
You've Got Piss
A Shit with a View
A Lot like Shit
The Wedding Pisser
Shit Actually
The Perfect Dildo
When a Man Loves a Man who Loves Another Man who was born in the 1950's (Five points to anyone who knows what this joke is about)
Fifty First Shits
Sweet Home Alabanga
When Harry Met a Prostitute
Save the Last STD
Falling in Shit
Never Been Screwed
City of Assholes

Can you crack each original?

Day 68: If you're only going to bitch about it, then GTFO

So, people who obviously don't realize that I am eighteen, and I am attempting to gain enough money to move out of my damn parents house and into an appartment with my fiancee so we can start our damn lives together and finally have some freaking privacy and some moments where we are TRULY alone, have been bitching and moaning that I don't talk to them or that I don't give them as much attention as I used to.

It isn't that I'm intentionally ignoring anyone. It isn't that I suddenly hate you. It isn't that you did something to me. The reason behind my drop off the planet?

I WORK AND GO TO COLLEGE. It's something HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATES DO. Especially high school graduates who are engaged and attempting to leave the nest. I am sick of living in my parents house. I need to get out. WHICH IF YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING KNEW ME, you'd understand why because you'd know all the shit I have to put up with in order to live at my parents house.

I'm sorry if you feel like you need to be NUMERO UNO priority in my book, it isn't going to happen. My education and my ATTEMPTS to start building a family with my fiancee HAVE to come first. There is no choice in the matters. I still fucking care about you. I still fucking love all of my friends. I'm just not flexible anymore. I work until one a.m IF I'M LUCKY. Some nights I don't get home until four a.m. I get home, I go the fuck to sleep, I wake up and immediately go back to work. Exactly where in that time frame do you expect me to get on the internet and facebook you? I might have THIRTY MINUTES a day to text people.

And I'm sick of that bullshit. The cell phone works both ways. If you want to talk to me, fucking text me. I don't text anyone besides Max and people that I need to give me a ride somewhere. I never iniate conversation anymore because I'm too busy worrying if I have all of my shit for work, or school, or if I have my schedule right. If you shoot me a text in that time frame, I WILL ANSWER YOU AND CONVERSE WITH YOU. Unless you text me at eight in the morning. In that case I will answer you with a STFU and NEVER TEXT ME BEFORE 12 noon. Because I am sleeping until 12 noon. BECAUSE ON TOP OF A CRAZY HOUR WORK SCHEDULE, I AM INSOMNIAC.

But you don't want to realize that, GOD NO, ITS ALL YOUR FUCKING NEEDS. It doesn't matter that my brain WILL NOT LET ME RELAX enough to go to sleep without FOUR HOURS OF EFFORTS PRIOR. Nope, you don't give a shit about that. It's all you you you you you fucking you.

And have you ever considered that I'm STRESSED AS FUCK??? COLLEGE FINALS ARE COMING UP. I am working too much to study. I haven't even started on any of my projects. But nope, I'm not giving YOU enough attention, who gives a fuck about me?

>:(

Day 67: Be nice to people even if they are losers.

I have a persuasive speech to give tomorrow and I am doing it on being nice to people. I know this is kind of a controversy because I hate everyone and I'm basically the worst person you could ever meet. BUT, Regardless, you shouldn't be mean to people. Instead you should hug everyone for awkward amounts of time and hold hands. And love each other. Like take me, for example, this one girl I know, Hannah, she's a total loser. Like, if you look up "loser" in the dictionary you will find her picture. And I'm nice to her. I even act like I like her. When in fact thinking about her face makes me want to punt a kitten and set a cupcake on fire. If I can do it, you can to.

(SPOILER ALERT: Hannah and I love each other. This is a joke)

Day 66: took my bra off and am about to play some pokemon. It's gonna be a good night.

As the title says. Can you believe that blogger is now offering you to turn your blog into a hardcover book? How ridiculous is that. No one wants to read a billion pages about my boring life. Trust me, even I don't enjoy writing about my life. There is nothing interesting to say here. hahaha.

Day 65: IT'S MY WEEKEND

I work thursday through monday at the casino so I am finally on my weekend which is pretty nice. I have a ginormous headache. It was a long night tonight because I had a total of 100 customers for an EIGHT HOUR SHIFT. Easily the worst night of my life on top of being told that everything I do and the way I do it is wrong but hey, it's my weekend. I can sleep the hell in tomorrow.

Day 64: I live here.

The days are starting to blend together at work. Haha I don't even know what day is which. It's even crazier when I'm leaving work and they already got the next days schedule up because it's midnight. By the way, they killed Obama, but I'm sure this is like the three hundredth time you've heard that.