D.F.T. ~ Darned Freakin' Tired

After a whole weekend of doing errands in the morn and merry-makin' during the nights, my body is paying for the ordeal. My whole back feels black and blue, my abdomen is aching due to cramps, and my brain has just stopped functioning. How on earth will I be cheerful enough for class??? How in every living hell could I be PERKY!!! For effing sake, I hope that my trainer/shift manager would notice my plight and understand. However, I am beginning to think that the woman was cut from stone... damn...

Working...

Working to be able to save some moolah
Finding it very difficult
Mingling with others...
Being very PERKY...
Losing my seriousness...

Sooo Not My Luckiest Day... EVER!!!!

So maybe I am just over-reacting to what happened earlier to me, but however I look at it, THIS DAY IS CERTAINLY NOT STARTING RIGHT!!! I'll just have to wait if my day starts brightening up or would go straight into a downward spiral into hell and damnation....

Clubbing mania!

Now I don't really have anything against going clubbing, but really, what could hooking up at bars lead to? I have tried again and again to understand why people keep loitering in areas such as this. I mean, could a lasting relationship really be made here? Where the music blares so loud you are temporarily deafened? Where there is literally many people who are either too young or too old to mix with young adults? Where most of the people you talk to are too drunk or have had their senses dulled? Where you could not even see the other person clearly because of the dimmed lights of the club?

I probably am just someone who was born in the last century, or a puritan, I don't really care what people will say. However, I don't really think it is right for young girls to be throwing themselves at bars, expecting to have something good come out of it. Not that they wouldn't have fun though. I truly have fun at bars, but only with the people I arrived there with. I could dance till my heart is content, even with other people, but I really do not enjoy having guys paw at me, breathing their alcohol-infested fumes at my face. I could chat up the next guy as good as the other girl, but I do not expect to hear from that person after that night. Not in a million years.

Darned Shoes

Schedules are important, especially ones that come once in a lifetime...
My life, however much I'd like to stick to protocol and such
Has been a roller coaster of curve balls that life keeps on throwing me.
Such as this pair of shoes.
I was able to arrive at the place with not so much as a problem with these.
I even arrived an hour before schedule as I did not know where the meet will take place..
When I finally learned of the correct area, I start walking towards the place and then...
BOOM!
Both shoes gave up.
So sweet it is when life show you how unpredictable it is, isn't it?