So here's the thing, i could easily say i've been busy or that i haven't come up with anything to write about,...but, both would be a lie. part of it is that i've just been lazy, part is that i've gotten back into a relationship (which is time consuming, especially when you don't have internet at work!!!!!!), and part is because this is a horrible time of year for me and i've only kinda just now gotten my sense of humor back. i'd like to give a big shout out to Kristen, because i think we both know how awesome we are, it's just unfortunate that we don't have more time for our awesomeness to coinside.
Point is, i think i'm back. i've jotted down a few things that may be a bit dated by now, but i'm just gonna keep going with the whole, "i don't care if you don't care" attitude. and that is putting it nicely. i'm hoping that i'll be posting something new again every few weeks or so, but who knows this time of year.
hopefully more very soon.
and for some of you, see you at bigs tommorrow around 9ish.

A short list of things I have otherwise learned not to do after drinking,..yet continue to do regardless.

1. After getting home from a long night of drinking I find it a good idea to have at least one more(some times 2 if I haven't yet passed out) alcoholic beverage. It always turns out that this is a bad idea yet some how I always seem to not remember that. Weird.
2.Once or twice I may have "flipped the bitch switch" after too many drinks and had no clue what-so-ever that a "conversation" had taken place till put in the awkward position to explain myself the next day and wondering if that ment how I got home, how I got in this person's house, or worse what I ment by what I said the night before. ????????? crap.
3. Play volleyball on Sunday, although I was 99.9% sure I was going to vomit last Sunday, the fact of the matter is, I did not. And I totally rocked a badass serve against some oldies. Immediantley afterwards I went back to feeling like I might vomit. (Again though, I did not. Champ.)
4.DO NOT EVER try to clean up after your dog it's he/she has been sick and you have been out drinking. This just leads to a much bigger mess.
5.Bar time is 2am for a reason. If you can get to where you are going at or close to this time and get to bed within 30 min of arrival, after maybe eating some Ramen or leftover burrito/steak/week old whatever was in your fridge, whatever, then you are pretty much golden. If on the other hand you choose to stay up drinking and blogging, or watching a show on your DVR, or crying about god knows what because you're wasted, or doing drugs(which for the record I do not do. True statement.), or who knows what else. If you fail to make the appropriate bedtime and feel like you need to do nothing but sleep the next day, then wake up for a solid 45min before needing a nap, then indeed you broke bar time and things not to do after drinking. Drinker beware.
6. Addemdum to number 5, sexy time after 2 am is always ok, because as long as you're being active you won't feel bad the next day about that 2lb burrito you ate. And hey, you got laid.
:)

you there, waiting for a drink.

I realize that my blog is titled "Can I get you a drink?" I feel as if I should clarify where I got that title before i get to far along. The title is in reference to something my dad would always say whenever my sisters or i would bring a guy over, or really anyone who ever entered our house. he loved everyone and always made them feel welcome. however, this next segment is not about making people feel welcome, it's about the funny/stupid/annoying/painfully annoying/idiotic things people do while waiting for a drink at the bar or while ordering/paying for their drink. please do enjoy....


guy: can i get my tab?
me: yeah what's the last name on it?
guy: it's the one with the smiley face on it.
(i look at him with a "really? are you that fucking stupid to think i'm going to search through over 60 cards looking for your smiley face card mr. name i still don't know... but instead i say, with sterness)
me:really? i need a last name?(i want to punch him in the face a little, but then it turned out that he tipped really super well, so i forgave his silliness.)


girl:(pounding on bar when i'm seriously beyond busy) i've been waiting for over 30 minutes for a drink.
me:(i want to say, really have you been timing it? if so, let's see how long it takes for you to give up and go away. but i was really super busy so instead i just ignored her. i still don't know if she got her drink and i super don't care.)

me: do you want to just leave it open, there's a $10 limit on cards?
guy: no, go ahead and run it.
me: you're only at $6 dollars, i can't run it. not my rule sorry.
guy: no, run it, it's cool.
me: no, really i can't. and won't. buy a shot or something.
guy: can you just run my card?
me:(this is where i roll my eyes and walk away)

so, there are a ton more stories to tell, most probably better than these but i've worked 25 hours in 2 days with less than 6 hours sleep so i'll call this a to be continued...........

Dan passed the torch

So, what is probably not that big of a deal for most people for me has just turned into the event of the season. I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill here but hey I've always been creative. Just this past Tuesday I was having drinks with a friend and he told me that our other friend was probably not going to have his annual party because of low attendance. Well, I will admit that in all the many years I've been invited I have only attended once. 2005 I believe it was, and whilest I was only there a short time it turns out that it was quite memorable for myself and my now boyfriend whom at the time we didn't really talk but totally noticed each othere. But I digress. The party is the "Catholic School Kids Party" and it's open to anyone that I or Dan decide to invite. If I weren't me and reading this right now I know I'd be thinking, "Damn, what could I possibly do to get invited to such a prestigious event?" Well, I can't speak for Dan, but I know that I like Sam Adams Light, and beer in general. I'm pretty sure Dan is a fan of beer and fine whiskey, at least on the float trip he is :) Once I have more details to share the evites will be sent out accordingly. A heads up, uniforms are a must. Authentic is much prefered (cause it shows how hardcore and ligit you are) but not mandatory. But again I need to run all this by the godfather, Dan, before I get too ahead of myself. I leave you with that thought of hoping against hope that you can attend. I hope so too, because I really like Sam Adams Light, I'm not against bribes.
Yours in jest,
Camille

And we're caught up...

So that's it for now. I hope you liked what you read, if so let me know. Otherwise, I could pretend like I care but that's just a waste of time. If you really want to read more, all my blogs are on my myspace. I will admit some of them are pretty boring/lame, I only posted the ones I thought were particularly good or that I had gotten positive feed back on. My plan is to be funny and witty and to actually post at least 3 times a month if not more but knowing me the way I do I'd say 3 is pretty realistic.

I'll get more indepthy next time. and just so everyone out there knows, i'm a terrible speller. TERRIBLE. i will try to look up words but sometimes i just won't care. i'm not a big fan of capitalization either. if you can't figure out what i'm saying this way i don't know how caps will help you.

so, till next time
Camille

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F@#%$#* sushi

Surprisingly I got many a kudos for this blog and they were all from sushi lovers...go figure.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008
F@%$% SUSHI
Ok, I freaking get it every one out there but me likes sushi. well blah blah blah. let me just go ahead and give you sushi lovers a little insight. 1st of all we live in wichita f-ing kansas, so no matter how fresh they tell you it is, IT ISN'T! second, people some how take for granted that i know what i like. so here and now i go on record saying I DON'T LIKE SUSHI. i will now tell you why i don't like sushi. when i was about 3 or 4 ish yrs. old (yes i remember like yesterday) i was forced, yes forced to finish my dinner which consisted of eating i think cod fish. i don't know this for fact but from what i know now, and from what i can piece together, it seems cod. so, before i could leave the table and go play with my friend emily i had to finish my fish dinner. i was literally in tears. to this day i have no idea why. i apparently was born with a bias against fish and still to this day i am perfectly ok with that. so to all you sushi lovers out there, i commend you on your bravery to eat not so fresh fish in the middle of the USA. bravo. but, it is not for me so please never ever tell me again just how awesome raw fish is, because really,....i don't give a crap.

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CAN’T SLEEP
come tomorrow morning, or actually, come a few hours from now i'm really going to hate a lot of things. for instance, it is currently 12:13 am and my ass is wide awake. already hating that. i have to be at work at 8:30am and as it is i'm kinda hating my job. oh, before i go much farther the reason i am awake is because i can not get my damn head to shut off. seriously, every thought a person could have i'm having. it's a random stream of conscienceness which sucks because i'd really love to be sleeping right now. i can't even concentrate on a book. i know i warned everyone about my spelling but because of the severe randomness of tonight i rewarn you all again. anyway, i figure i'm just going to type a bunch of nonsense until i can finally fall asleep. oh where to begin. i haven't forgot about my list of books, they are coming, however, i am currently trying to motivate myself to get started on two papers that i have for classes, a test to type, and probably some other shit too that i continue to put off because i apparently am in love with procrastination. it's funny, i read all these books about people who have done great things, i have friends who are doing great things or are at least more productive then i am, all this inspiration around me and yet i am about as unmotivated as they come. i'm still waiting for that big kick in the ass to come. i'm glad everyone seems to like my last blog also. i wrote that in my intro to lit class. i changed a few lines when i blogged it but whatever i'm allowed to do that. again, funny thing is, i really don't think i'm a very good writer unless i'm writing about myself, then (obviously) i can go on forever. so if you are still with me now i am impressed. i haven't gone back over this yet to reread it but i'm sure it is just a bunch of blahblahblahblah. thanks for sticking it out thus far. i'm still wide awake. i was talking about work earlier i think, and how i'm starting to hate it. for those of you who don't know, i am a paraeducator. a teacher's assistant or something like that. basically i work with special needs kids. please don't think that makes me a good person because to be honest with you, there are days when i just want to start punching kids in the face. i could have a better day talking to a wall sometimes. the only training i received going into this was watching a video on blood born pathagens. basically, were gloves if you have to touch something gross, and don't touch kids in bad ways. to which i say, no shit sherlock. however, i have learned alot in the last two years of doing this, for starters i know that i never want to teach even if i am "good with kids". i have no patience. none. once i have exhausted my options of what i know to get a kid to learn i find myself getting incredibly annoyed. i hate being that person. and yet here i am still awake, all be it finally starting to get tired, knowing that tomorrow i am going to be one seriously cranky bitch. be glad you don't have to do fourth grade math with me. oh, does anyone pop their jaw religiously? i do, and it's starting to hurt, but i can't stop doing it. i just do it without even thinking and it's giving me the worst headaches ever. i just found myself staring off into space, i think that is finally my cue to go to bed. if you lasted this long, then maybe you can't sleep either, or maybe you are a bit of a massocist(one of those words i'm not looking up, you know what i mean, fuck it i'm tired now, i'm not going to look it up), whatever your reason, i hope you enjoyed something from this.
as my dear daddy used to say, good night, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite!!!

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Thursday, April 03, 2008
Whatever, its Friday
Once there was a girl, any girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, slender, more than pretty but not quite gorgeous. She looked like she was anywhere between 20-23 when infact she was turning 28 on her next birthday. For all the things she knew about herself, she was still a mystery because of all the things she didn’t know and never would. She thought of herself as smart, not intelligent. Mature but not sophisticated. She felt like maybe she was falling in love, but found that she was keeping her distance. She thinks she is better than most people, but not the best there is. She doesn’t really like people, unless you are her people. She is a realist and a dreamer. She is not good at being responsible, but she has many responsibilites that she takes care of. She has friends that she trusts with her whole heart and soul and can tell them anything, but feels like they really won’t ever understand her. But really how could they be expected to understand when she herself doesn’t understand. She didn’t think she was afraid of failure but she has never put herself into a postition to REALLY fail. She wants to go out and experience life but finds making the neccesary sacrifices harder then they should be. She’s mad at the world because she is mad at herself. She is not you, she doesn’t want your life. She doesn’t always want her own life but it is always better then the alternative.

I'm going to start with my first blog i posted on myspace and then post some others that i find to be funny or poignant or witty...
So, oldies but goodies to start, then we move on to more resent times. I'm not sure when i posted the last blog that i'm copying on to here, but for the sake of a time line today is technically 08-13-08 at 3:24am, sucks for me because i like, nay, love sleeping but....please do enjoy.

1st blog ever. Current mood: pissed off
So, i don’t quite know how this whole blogging thing works. Tell you what, i have about a million things running through my mind at any given moment. I often wonder, why the fuck would anyone care about what i have to say. then i think, why the fuck do i care about what others think. oh conundrum conundrum. by the way, spelling is not my greatest strength. i know that, and from here on out it’s just gonna have to be one of those things you accept now, forever hold your peace, or in a very polite way say, ’hey, Camille i think you spell the word (insert word here) like this’. the impolite way would be to say, hey stupid pick up a fucking dictionary. cause i know i could, but sometimes i really just don’t give a damn. i’m going to bed now, but.... i think there will be a lot more blogging to come in the future. hope everyone had the night they wanted.