Sunday is my bum day. I never really do anything of interest on Sunday. It's devoted to spending all my time trying to remember that I am doing Laundry. I'm so horrible at doing laundry! I just don't have the attention span for it or something, seriously. I always start a load, forget for about two hours, start another load, forget, it takes me literally all day to get it done. Mostly because I leave it sit while I'm distracted by something online. The internet is the debil. Not the devil, the debil. There's a difference, I swear.

Today though was Mother's Day which meant I had to get up at the ungodly weekend hour of seven in the morning. We had to be at some restaurant at ten and we were leaving at nine. Yeah, anyways, I, the young irresponsible one, got up on time and got ready all perfect and what not. My mom however woke up at eight thirty, rushed, and proceeded to take her pissed off attitude out on me. That was bullshit. My family is horrible before, on, and after every single holiday event. They are just not good at it one bit. They always get pissed off and crabby and feel the need to make everyone else feel that way so they feel better and can yell at you for your bad mood. It's a vicious cycle. Thank god I don't technically live at home anymore. IT'S STILL THEIR FAULT FOR FOLLOWING ME WHEN I MOVED OUT AND I'M NOT CHANGING MY STORY FOR NOTHING.

What else? I finally got my final MPW show DVD from Mr. Arik Cannon. It came with a picture of Rain's boobs and another flyer for F1RST Wrestling. I'd go but it's on a Sunday and yeah, work. Work eats my soul Monday thru Thursday. I am not a person on those days. Soon to be Monday through Friday again. Next month it looks like we'll be going back to five, ten hour days. Then in September five ten hour days plus one eight hour saturday. So fifty eight hours a week. I'll be supremely rich with no where to spend it. Should make for a nice giving Christmas season though.

The big surprise? I kind of do want to go back to fifty hour weeks. They aren't that bad and the money is hella good. Plus, if I worked a month of that before my vacation I would have a good amount saved for it and the month I work of that after I get back would put me back at start even if I spent more than I had saved for my vacation. This of course means it's soooooo happening. I'm leaving June 30th for somewhere and not coming back for at least two solid weeks. Last night I checked out some ideas online and the current winner is a 12 day cruise through the Mediterranean. Bad ass. I figure I'll give myself another couple weeks to decide though. I'll officially book by the end of May or Early June. Then it's away I go!

Last note: I wish I could convert to Judaism already. My grandma nixed it until she goes but I might have to convince her otherwise. I have some damn good reasons outside of the religion side too. Stupid being born into a Catholic family. I am not Catholic. I am so not Catholic at all. I'd be a better Pagan then I would be a better Catholic. Yes. Point proven.

OH! Really Final Note: The Office was just as good as I predicted. Thank you and Goodnight.