Started From the Bottom, Now We….. Still At the Bottom

Long time no see my friends. Life became crazy and hectic, though to be honest I became a bit of a slacker. Though I guess I always was…. I was just really good at hiding it. Ten things you should know about my life now:
1. I’m finally freaking 21!!!!
2. I have had a boyfriend for almost two months. A real live breathing boyfriend.
3. I will be for reals on my own officially this weekend.
4. I just quit my going-on-two-years job at Sonic and my manager is pissed to put it lightly.
5. I’m writing this post in 40 degree weather.
6. I miss my sissy and bubba.
7. I just got a new job. (Hence, numero 4.)
8. I still to this day, have not wrestled a shark. Or a mongoose.
9. I’m debating on referring to myself in the third person as “The Hyena”.
10. The Hyena is hungry.

Knowing what you now know, The Hyena knows your opinion of The Hyena has only gotten more favorable. The Hyena has missed blogging and will probably be back tomorrow with more interesting conversation.

Bye, Felicia.

The Hyena thinks this will be The Hyena's new selfie.
The Hyena thinks this will be The Hyena’s new selfie.
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Heartbroken

I know it’s been a while since I’ve been on here, but I guess I really just haven’t had much to say.  I get up, go to work, come home, shower, and watch TV.  It’s seriously depressing and rut-full.  (?)

Last night at 1:15 AM, my great grandfather passed away.  He had been doing badly for a while, but this past week they found a whole bunch of health problems, he was in the hospital, he got sent home with hospice, and now he’s gone.

Now that I’m writing I don’t want to anymore.

I guess I just want to say, it sucks to be on the other side still.

I’ll miss you so much, Papa.  Thank you for always being there for me.

And while you passed away almost eight years ago now, I still miss you, Grandma.  I love you.

IT’S OVER PEOPLE!!!!

IT’S OVER PEOPLE!!!!

THAT’S RIGHT!!! THE FREAKIN’ ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE HAS COME! EVERYBODY GRAB YOUR CROSSBOWS AND TORCHES LET’S GET TO WORK.  JUST KIDDING. BUT NOT REALLY. I MEAN ZOMBIES AREN’T REALLY TAKING OVER THE WORLD YET. BUT IT REALLY IS OVER.  I’M TALKING ABOUT MY FUNK PEOPLE!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOO.. GANGNAM STYLE.  IDK WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?  YA’LL KNOW THAT GUY ON PRINCESS DIARIES 2 WHO IS YELLING ALL THE TIME?!?!?  THAT’S HOW I AM RIGHT NOW!!!  IT’S SO WEIRD THIS MOOD I’M IN.

LAST NIGHT, I STEPPED ON GLASS AND THE FIRST THING I TOLD MY SISTER WAS, “GOOD THING THERE AREN’T ANY ZOMBIES AROUND HERE, OR THEY’D SMELL MY BLOOD.”  YOU HAVE TO BE PREPARED.  THEN I TOLD HER IT WAS A GOOD THING SHE WASN’T A VAMPIRE TOO.  I THINK YOU CAN SEE HOW THAT WOULD BE PROBLEMATIC.

HEY! I’M STILL YELLING AT YOU SO QUIT READING IT LIKE I’M NOT.  C’MON MAN.  PULL IT TOGETHER.  WHAT IS IT WITH YA’LL PEOPLE!!! YOU JAMAICAN ME CRAZY.

GANGNAM STYLE!!!!!!!

I WANT PUDDING!!!! LET’S GO RUN A MARATHON EVERYBODY!!! RIGHT NOW!!! WHO’S IN??  I WILL LITERALLY START TRAINING FOR A MARATHON RIGHT NOW IF SOMEONE SAYS THEY’LL DO IT.  OR IF A CERTAIN SOMEONE WILL DRAW AN ITALIAN CHICKEN. 

SO WHAT IT’S OUT OF YOUR ZONE!!!  I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M WRITING ABOUT!!!

WHO CARES ANYWAY??? I RAN INTO A DOOR.  SOLD A LADY ALCOHOL AND A PREGNANCY TEST AT THE SAME TIME.  AND TURNED INTO MY SAME ‘WITTY’ SELF.  THAT’S WHAT MEEME CALLS IT ANYWAY.  DADDY SAYS IT’S CALLED BEING A ‘SMART ASS.’

gasp

IT WAS A QUOTE!!!!!  AND THEN CAESAR DIED.  BUT SCREW YOUR COURAGE TO THE STICKING PLACE.  UNSEX ME HERE.  NOW.  IN THIS POST.  I AM A WOLF.  I SING TO THE MOON.

If mother asks, I didn’t add any sugar to my pudding this evening.

PEACE OUT DAWWWWGGGSSS!!!!!

Climbing the Corporate Ladder

Hello, hello, hello, errybody!!!  I feel as if it has been forever since I blogged!!!  My week has been pretty busy so far, and I’ve had trouble finding the time to post.  I don’t understand how Kennedy does it.  I mean, just the other night she didn’t sleep at all because she had so much homework!  She is the last person in bed every night and the first person up every morning.  She always does her homework, and she is striving to get into Harvard.  If I had her dedication through high school, shoot, if everybody had her dedication through high school, we’d all be geniuses!!! But, once again, I digress.

So, Monday I had an interview at Wally World.  It went well, but they interviewed me for a job in apparels and then called later to say they were really supposed to interview me for overnight stocking. 😐  So, that’s a no go.  Tuesday I went to Park Place with my aunt Julie.  She works at Half Price Books in the corporate part of the building down there.  I forgot what she said her job was.  I think it was something like, I-put-myself-through-unnecessary-pain-for-snobby-people.  Or marketing.  Something to that effect anyway.  Digress…. She brought me up there with her to apply at some of the places down there.  There was a mall and a bunch of other stores across the street, as well as Half Price Books of course.  Walking around and getting applications in the mall taught me a few things and introduced me to some wonderful things.

 One of the first cool things I saw was this awesome guy.  Actually there was a group of them right outside the Nike store.  I sat on a bench for like five minutes just to get this picture so people wouldn’t look at me crazy.  Everybody else was just walking by like it was normally every day life.  Hello!!!  There are crazy twenty foot guys hammering on what looks like a tennis shoe in front of one of the best stores ever!!!!  How can you just walk by?  They are probably my favorite part of the mall.  Call them transcendent or something.  It made me feel all happy and stuff.  There were other awesome guys at the mall too.  Like some of the guys I asked for an application from.  One of them was like six foot, eight inches and joked around with me some.  Standing next to him, all five foot three of me, I felt so small and safe.  He certainly would’ve been a great ref.  He was already wearing the striped shirt.  Put him on the field!!!  I remember that was the first application I filled out. Haha!

I also learned how to cross a street in Dallas.  You would think that it’s something any idiot would know.  But down here, it be kray-kray ya’ll!!! (And don’t anybody dare say I put the apostrophe in the wrong spot because I didn’t.  Dictionary people kept telling me it wasn’t a word.  Then when they decided it was; they knew all about it.  But they don’t! Ya + all = ya’ll)  You have these behemoth-size streets with decent speed limits and lil’ ol’ me sitting here thinking I’ve never seen so many cars in one place.  You of course should use the crosswalks.  That’s what they were made for.  But I’ve discovered that sometimes, just sometimes, it’s better to walk part of the way down the street and there won’t be as much traffic.  The best situation is when there is someone on the other side of the street who needs to cross because when you both push the button then it will actually turn in your favor.  One of the many times I crossed the street that day I pushed the button only to find out it was not going to change for me no matter how many times I pushed it.  So I kind of gave up that method unless I saw someone across from me.  Otherwise your best bet is to take it half a street at a time.  Unless there isn’t a median.  I haven’t crossed one of those yet.

 I also learned the difference between a latte and mocha.  A mocha has chocolate syrup and whipped cream.  A latte has an option of syrup and it has foam on top.  And I know you can’t tell, but that’s a latte to the left.  Some sort of nut kind.  Not hazelnut.  Something else.  It tasted weird.  I think I prefer my mocha, but it was good.  I was actually really excited to get this picture.  I wanted to get one earlier in a different Starbucks, and it would’ve looked a lot cooler–but my camera died.  I need a camera.  Suggestions anybody? I’m really getting tired of these blurry shots.  Digress… I remember coming here and thinking that it was a busy, hectic city no one was going to be as nice as people in the Panhandle are.  But if anything, I’ve found that the people here, for the most part, are really much friendlier.  Talking to the woman at this particular Starbucks (Park Lane) enlightened me to this, and the idea was quickly confirmed by riding public transportation almost everywhere I went and my extensive time I’ve spent talking to random people about their job and my life.  And getting lost.  Getting lost multiple times has introduced me to fantastic people.  Point in fact, this is still Texas.  Everyone here is helping out and being friendly without the intention of raping you or stealing your identity.  Mind you, I still don’t leave the house without my knife…

Living here in Dallas has been a dream come true for me.  Ever since I first visited here I knew I wanted to live here.  Even though there are a lot of things here I’m having to adjust to and a lot of things that I’m having to rethink, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at home.  I quickly am learning how to survive in a big city, and surely I can get no more directionless than I already am.  My sister and I have gotten so close just this past week and a half, I miss her when she’s at school.  It already feels like I’ve been here forever.  It’s getting hard to imagine my life somewhere else. Anywhere else.  I almost feel like I belong.

Sorry it’s been so long errybody.  More to come.