So the best entry ever is about to be written! Are you ready for this?

I'm doing okay now... which I guess is remarkable considering everything that has happened in the last week. Life is definitely full of lots of roller coaster rides anymore. It never really stays at one point for a long time. I guess that's a good thing, tho, right? My life could be soooo much more boring!

Here's the run down of my life at the current moment:

I start at Wal-Mart on Tuesday. They offered me a quarter more (OOOH) and guaranteed 40 hours a week. I couldn't turn that offer down. I could really care less what people say about that.

I love working at Spencer's to a certain point. It really sucks that I am going to quit there. It's the first job I've ever had where I can act like a complete goofball and nut and get away with it... and yes that's pretty much just being myself! :)

That job has so many perks... meeting new people... and interesting ones, at that! But I'll explain later in the entry, as to why I am leaving.

School sucks hard core. I think I might drop the classes, because there's no hope of bringing my grades up this late... I've talked to my professors. I'm back in the state of mind where I just don't wanna be there. My Mom would be really disappointed in me if I did that. I feel I at least owe her this much to pass and finish... but I won't be able to.

Joe and I spend an awful lot of time together. We are not boyfriend and girlfriend - even tho - both of us have slipped and said something to that effect at one point. He's a really good friend. We have a similar personality. He makes me laugh, smile, and feel good about myself. I do the same for him in return. He's a lot older. He's 28. He has a steady job, a steady life... and adds more stability to my life. Up until about a few days ago... I thought nothing more of us as friends. In the beginning, sure I liked him... but that quickly faded away, but now has returned. I don't know the full extent of that... and how to explain it really. He's got a lot of the characteristics of my idea of the perfect man. On Friday... which you will read about more later... I was absolutely hysterical. I have never ever been that completely upset before. He called. I ignored the phone call, but I needed someone, so I called him back. I couldn't even talk because I was crying so hard. He rushed over to my house and held me and asked me why I was like this. No one has ever been that caring towards me before. I mean sure, My Mom is there for me, and my best friend... but what I truly needed was to be held and told everything would be ok. I believed him when he said that... and it proved to be true. He's made other comments about decisions I make, and how I lead my life.... that no one has ever said. He treats me with a lot of respect, but still knows me. I've only known him for like a month and a half.... and this is how incredible of a "relationship" we have. I am not in love with him. I do not have those kinds of feelings towards him. I like him, yes. I can't even really explain the extent of this. I know I care a lot. I am just going with the flow with this, because we have both stated we don't want a relationship, we want to be friends first then develop something later with someone... who knows what could happen between us... but I do know that I've got a pretty great friend right now... and that's awesome!

You ever have one of those days where things go bad, and you're like "man, it can't get any worse than this!" ? Well, Friday just happened to be one of those days for me... only every time I thought that, it got worse!

I will back up to about a week ago. I have been working for Spencer's for about 2-3 months now. I should know most of what I am supposed to be doing and all, right? I know a good majority of it. My manager decides to take a vacation... ok she's entitled. Spring Break is going on... that's our big promotion right now. We are supposed to do a floor move. That's where you change everything around. Shamona was hired as a Sales supervisor, too. Things happened, someone got the boot, Shamona was promoted to assistant manager. So things are ok, we think we can handle the store on our own for a week, no big deal. We get directions to do a floor move. We have no clue what this is, but April says we can just follow directions and be fine. (I was told, that she always takes vacation and time off when floor moves happen, and its the same every time, she comes back pissed off.) We follow it to the best of our knowledge. I later find out there were more papers and what not that I never saw or knew about. Would you read move this to yadda yadda when it says directly above in bold letters, DO NOT MOVE... what would you do? Probably NOT move it, right? Fast forward some... April gets back, we're all in trouble. I got a new asshole ripped. So did Shamona. Sales were down, everything was a mess supposedly.... District manager shows up. I have two days off, I come back to read this 4 page letter from our district manager, directed towards Shamona, Paige, and I. It talks about how we have no respect for April, Himself, or for our company and how disappointed he was. So he is going to do some kind of audit/inventory kind of thing where its like a test. If we don't pass in two weeks, we all get fired... fact of the matter, it doesnt matter... lol. I am putting my two weeks in on Monday.

I get home... Leigh had visited for a couple days. My landlord comes up to my car... I am the usual bouncy smile Kami, and say Hi.. and he starts in yelling at me. I have no clue what's going on... what happened.. or anything. I get the low down on people dropping Cory off, and pissing on a tree out in the front yard. Ridiculous? yes. I'd be upset too. But what do you want me to do about it? I just got home... I don't know these people... I don't know why they peed on the tree... what do i do? I am upset. I start crying, because he was yelling at me. I respect these people so much, they've helped me out, I don't want to let them down, which is what I've done.

Everyone is told to leave, or the cops will be called. I am in shock, trying to figure out what just went down, no one has an explanation, they are trying to leave. My landlord is flipping out.

After everyone jets off fast, I call my mother completely upset. I don't understand whats going on. I just needed to talk to my mom. My landlord is on the back deck, hears me, and says we need to talk. I am upset, I say lets talk later. he says no, now. So I do. Again, he blasts me with all this stuff and I stand there completely dumbfounded. I say wait, explain that I wasnt home, I dont know whats going on. please calm down and tell me what happened. I get in trouble for leaving my friend here while I was at work, which I didn't know was a big deal, because this is MY house. He continues to blame me, and yell... I get upset even more, to the point where I'm hysterical. I can't breathe, I am gasping for air. He says Leigh lied to him and screwed him over once (she moved in, then moved out, how that is fucking someone over I don't know... because I asked if he wanted extra money, he said no) she won't screw him over again. I can either let people run me over, and continue to take advantage of me, like I had stated one night way back when I first moved in, which I said in confidence, never thought it'd be used against me. or he can put it to a stop when he sees fit and where he's involved. Whatever. He continues to yell, and brings up things I have no idea what he's talking about. Turns everything around on me, and twists it so I have been doing a bunch of things that I never knew I was doing. He then asks why I am so upset... I say you dont understand the day I've had, he continues to say he just got out of the hospital. Keeps repeating it, and brings it up. I say look, I'm sorry for what happened today, I apologize for it on their behalf, and for me not being here, and I can understand you're upset but there is nothing more I can say or do at this point until you calm down and I shut the door and came inside. I will not tolerate someone landblasting me with things that have never happened, and blame me and make all this ridiculous stuff up. and then get in my face and have the nerve to threaten me and tell me I can't have guests.

So basically... I am a drug user, I have all these wild parties, and people that stay weeks on end... Which is funny - because I work all the time, I don't even drink anymore, I have a few people over here and there, like Joe to watch movies, but no parties... and I will never use drugs. so whatttttt the fuck!?

I let it go, I figure he's upset, we'll talk about it later, I'm gonna start looking for a new place to live.

Joe gets here, consoles me... we're hanging out and talking. Leigh calls to tell me where they are. Asks me to come over later and talk. I call her back later, say I can't it's late, I gotta work early tomorrow. (which oh, manager has the flu, can i please oh please possibly work for her on my only weekend off ever?) She's upset because everyone is drunk, she doesn't know anyone, can I come get her? so I go up there... get about 10 min away, Pete calls, says dude you need to come get your girl now. she's really upset. I don't know whats going on... I hurry up and get there. Cory had made out with some girl in the kitchen, she walked in on it. then later they were fucking and leigh heard it. What a dick. Last person that I ever thought would do that. He was telling me earlier that day, how much he cared about Leigh and was starting to fall for her. Real funny. Not only did he nearly get me kicked out of my house, but he fucked my girl over.

So i go and get her... she calls her sister who lives 2 hours away to come get her. I gotta get some sleep... so I lay down about 2. woke up at 3, leigh says come here, and we opened the door off the back deck and someone takes off running off the porch... whatttttttt is going on. I look out the window in the front of the house, flipped on a light, there they are again and take off running. I call the cops. They get there about 45 min later... they are long gone, of course they think I'm just paranoid, look around the house, don't find anyone... basically laugh at me. Landlord wakes up, comes out side, wants to know whats going on. Leigh's sister shows up. He explains he's not upset at her anymore, he blew it out of proporting, yadda yadda... we get everything calmed down. I go inside, but too damn scared to sleep. I talked on the phone til I couldn't keep my eyes open, woke up an hour later, went to work, there was so much to do there... it was a shitty weekend!!!!

I got off work and got home around 3pm. (I got to at least, leave early) Joe came over, I took a shower, we took a nap together, then got up and went to eat, and watched a movie, fell asleep through half of it, got up and went to bed, and he protected me all night :)

The end? lol

what a week.