Last night at work some drunk guy grabbed my ass and fell over on me causing me to spill a bunch of drinks all over these bikers. I got his ass kicked out of there forever but I still feel degraded and worthless to the people I work for. I wanted to cry but I have become so numb to drunken idiots that it didn't seem to matter and I don't want to be like that. I should have called the cops on the fucker and pressed sexual harassment charges against his ass. That still wouldn't have made it any better though. So, I feel stuck. It's just something that's been bothering me since the second after it happened at work last night.

The band that played at Bogarts last night sucked and I hope to god I never have to work when they are playing again. Not only because the music blew but because their crowd of people were worse than the 80's biker hair metal fanatics. This crowd was like rich prissy college kids that think the world revolves around them and nothing bad can happen to them 'cause their parents are loaded with money. You learn a lot about people when you work at a bar. You learn a lot about people in general when they're completely wasted out of their minds. I'm ashamed of myself for ever liking to drink.

In a little bit I am going to Wisconsin to bring Michelle back to her dorm. I don't know if I am going to stay there. I just know that driving by myself on the way back is going to suck because I will be alone driving for far too long and my mind already has enough things to think about.

I'm sad lately just because I know it's getting closer to summer. Yeh, I should be happy but the closer it is to summer the closer it is to my best friend moving to duluth. Jon is moving to duluth.. Michelle is in Wisconsin. Holly is most likely moving before next winter and even Andrew is moving to Iowa. All of my close friends are moving away. Granted Andrew and I aren't very close anymore but he still knows me better than anyone else. I think so anyway. I don't know how but if I were to call him up right now and just say "Hi" he would read me and know something was bothering me. Then again i'm not a very hard person to read so I am sure anyone who has the slightest clue of who I am would know.

My mom and dad disgust me. Them getting back together is almost worse than them splitting up in the first place. They are both completely money hungry right now because they are buying shitty houses from people and fixing them up for cheap and making a shit load of money off of it. All so they can both run away to Arizona and retire when my little sister graduates high school which isnt for another 5 or 6 years. They are completely and totally in debt right now because all they are doing if trying to fix up the Richfield house and that place needs it so bad. It's like trying to turn a cardboard box into a mansion. It's really difficult.

My stupid fucking cousin from Duluth is down to visit. Why? I have no idea and I could care less. I haven't seen him since he's got here and I don't plan on seeing him ever again. He keeps calling my cell phone 'cause he wants to see me and leaving me message after message. It's annoying as fuck and I wish my stupid fucking uncle would have never given him my number. I might have to change it if he ever decides to call me when he goes home. NO, not even a might.. I just will.

Brent asked me to get a place with him because he says he doesn't have any other friends he can trust to pay rent and all of the other ones that he can already have their own place. His little girlfriend doesn't like the idea of us living together for the plain and simple fact that I am a female and he's male. It's totally understandable it's just weird 'cause I didn't think she had a problem with me at all. I got along with her just fine the one and only time I met her. Not only that but if Brent ever hit on me I would be kinda grossed out just for the fact that enough of the TCW kids have done that. All of the kids from that little group that I used to hang out with I no longer do. Now I just hang out with the ones who have respect for me. Instead of their whole goal of being friends with me is to get into my pants. Thank god they never fucking found success in that. Anyway, i'm sure Taylor would feel a little weird with Brent and I living together. It's completely understandable and I dont think Taylor and Brent have any beef with each-other as far as I know. I really have no point to this little section. Just some thoughts running up and down through my head.

Well, I should probably head to Wisconsin now. I don't want Michelle to get bitched at 'cause her parents are freak-a-zoids. They hate me. So, I try to make life easy for her and do as her parents say even though I kind of want to slap reality into a lot of my friends parents and just say "Hey, your child is legally an adult and has been for more than a damn year. Get a clue." I respect my friends more than that though and realize that not everyones parents smoke pot and drink with and in front of their friends. Sometimes I wonder if my parents are the fucked up ones for that. In society the majority of people would say "Yeah, no shit." and just look at me as if I was stupid but I don't know.

Yeh, I should go though. Sorry this entry was so damn long. Write later~Andrea~ <3

Song listening to/stuck in head: Chimaira c.d. -- mmmm I like Chimaira