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Paula Ztnew
03 January 2010 @ 03:00 am

(Rachael&Me)

I'm posting a couple hours late, which I was trying hard not to do but I guess is going to be inevitable with the hours I keep.

Today I went to bed at 4, woke up around 10 to Rachael's roommate's girlfriend screaming (because apparently talking at a normal volume is impossible for her), then drifted back to sleep and woke up at 2. Around three thirty we (Rachael and my brother Earl) left Rachael's apartment and ate at BJ's. After that we went to guitar center. I should have known a bunch of cute music dorks would be there but yet I was surprised. I think I may need to hang out there more.
After that we went to Vacaville to play some poker with Rachael's close family friends. We played from 8 to 12:35 (or some time around there). The first game we played was tournament style, which surprisingly I won. I got $50. I used five of it to join the next cash game, and came out with $12.50 out of that. This is all going into my New DSLR/Concert Ticket fund.


I am going to have an end of 2009/What I want out of 2010 list up here sometime in the next day or two.

And in case you were wonder, Rachael is my brother's girlfriend.
 
 
Paula Ztnew
03 January 2010 @ 09:42 pm

January 3, 2010

Today I went to sleep around 4am, woke up around 2pm. I don't know if there is anything better then wakin up at 2pm, which makes me so upset that I have to go back to school tomorrow. I know there's homework I haven't done, which isn't a good way to start the new year, but maybe I'll get better at school this year. I kind of hope so. God knows I need to.

Anyways, I woke up and got a bagel with my winnings. The past few times I went to Noah's I've unconsciously saved the receipts. They all say the same thing because I always order the same thing. Once I find a meal I like at food places I always order it. It's lame but comforting.

The rest of my day I was reminded of why I hate being at my house. My mom/grandparents must thing I have no memory because they constantly have to remind me of things. It bugs me to no end. I also can't leave the house for more then  day with out them going into my room. I don't know how much longer I can not say anything. I get in trouble for saying something, and I get in trouble for not saying anything. I don't know what to do anymore.