A Beer Blast And An Empty Stomach... There Goes My Mind

Ever heard the quote "Old enough to know better. Too young to care"? Well, it certainly applies to my behaviour for the passed two days and a half. It was Monday night and I was finishing to get ready, because I was bored and there was nothing better to do than... yeah, you guessed right. I called Dally and asked him if he was doing anything tonight. The day he answers 'no' you'll know shit's going on. He said he'll pick me up at nine and show me a good time. I rolled my eyes. I had actually intended to hang out with Tibbs but the dumbass had turned in the moment we came back from work. Well I work he just sits around and entertains me. Anyway, when Dally came he took me to a new club, which he'll post about what we did later, I'm on to something else. Around two in the morning, we where really really really wasted. I don't think I've ever been this drunk before. Not even when the roofie thing happened. But I was and to make matters worst, I was drinking on an empty stomach. I had meant to eat something before I left but I forgot and then it was too late. Hehe...

Anyway, I knew that the moment the effect of the alcohol would pass and I would be dragged back to sanity, I'd have the worst hangover EVER. It was a school night and I knew for certain that dear Darrel would completly refuse to let me stay home because I decided to party the night before and I really didn't want to deal with such nightmare at school. So stayed drunk. Which wasn't easy, since I was fighting the stupid need to fall into unconciousness and we run out of beer by six in the morning. I had to go buy more. And then it was time for school. With the help of some mighty unseen powerful force, I somehow managed to get dressed...properly. I don't think I looked too pretty with my hair completely messed up, even though Sodapop tried to combed it. By the way, brother, you suck at fixing a girl's hair. I think Katie had to do it or I don't know. They also had to drive me there because I was stupid enough to insist on doing it myself and they didn't want me to commit a stupid attempt at killing myself. Yeah. Yeah. Pony was late, as usual, and kept nagging me about how he had a major test that he couldn't and didn't want to fail and that he wasn't going to wait around for me to get my ass up and running. He was really looking for me to shut his trap. -.- I already have problems of my own, I really didn't care about his.

I half-walked, half-dragged myself into the building when someone called my name and it took a smack on my back for me to realize they where calling me. "What the hell is with you?" Dear Dawn asked. I just turned to look at her, not really knowing who she was or where I was for that matter. The moment she gave me a good look, she knew. "Kit, on a school night?" I frowned with slight indignance. "Look who's talking, Cade. If anything you're the one who would drop out of school and do it every day, twice a day." Someone should really just put some duct tape on my mouth. I wasn't aware of what I was saying and I apologize... Because I now know I said stupid shit. Dawn just rolled her eyes, knowing I didn't really mean half of what I had said. Might or might not be true, that wasn't the point. She grabbed my wrist and I almost fell as she dragged me rather quickly through the halways and into homeroom. Truth be told, I have no hell of an idea what happened for the first three periods. I spend them sleeping, then was kicked out of the class and slept on the floor of the hallway. Security ain't that good because I was able to sneak in three beers without anyone noticing. Suckers! But it was fourth period that really got me up and running. Stupid Math. I had meant to sleep in that class too but Mrs. Apeface didn't let me. She yelled at me to answer her stupid problem and I said I didn't know. That went on for at least ten times. On the eleventh I got mad, so mad that not even Dawn could make me shut up. I yelled back saying that I didn't fucking care what the goddammed solution to the problem was and that math was for pussies and faggots who didn't have a social life. Well, that was the nice version. The real version is censored. Hehe... Mrs. Apeface got sooooo incredibly mad. She yelled at me to go to the principal's office. I refused. So she grabbed me by my ear, for all of you who don't know, Mrs. Apeface is rather small. She had to stand in her toes to reach me and I didn't make it easy. But she managed to grabbed me rather hard and take me to see Mr. Faggot. I think I tripped and made her tripped. When I refused to stand up, Mr. Faggot came in and between the two janitors, they had to lift me up and take me to his office. He sat me down on a comfy chair and asked me what I had done. I was meaning to tell him what Mrs. Apeface did but I think I just babbled stupid trouble-alluring shit. Fuck... He got pissed off and reached for the phone. I thought he was going to call Darry or Soda or maybe even Katie. But he instead called Ponyboy or at least called his teacher to send him up. I kept babbling stupid shit and I know wish my vocal cords can be removed. Pony was surprised when he entered the office but it dissappeared when he saw me. I don't know if that should flatter me or piss me off.

I greeted my little brother rather stupidly as Mr. Faggot asked him to sit down. I didn't really listen. Well, I couldn't stay focus long enough for me to listen but from what I did heard was that Mr. Faggot was reconsidering if Ponyboy was the best candidate to still be vice-president, or that shit he is, because he had me as an potencial bad influence. I reply saying that this was my meeting and not Peeboy's but no one listened to me. -.- The Mr. Faggot added that he would suspend Pony from his title until things at home where stable. Or at least that's what I think he said. I was about to give the principal a piece of my middle finger but Pone stopped me. He hold my hand so hard that it hurt. He was so angry. Shit. I was almost certain he was about to yell at me but I didn't wait around for him because next thing I knew, I dropped unconcious.

What I have to say for myself is that I'm really sorry, Ponyboy. I didn't mean to ruin your potencially good academic life and activities. I'M JUST SO REALLY SORRY! I know I deserve a punishment and all that shit but please, just forgive me. D": I PROMISE I WILL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU! D":

Our First Piece Of Forever

Two-Bit and I have been talking about our wedding. You know, just sorting out ideas on what both of us may want and all that. Nothing's settled yet but we do have one thing very clear.

Ladies and gentlemen, after a few hours of intense thought, Mr. and Mrs. Mathews (my god that sounds so cool) have come up with a few announcements:

Maid of Honour: Angelica Winston My Best Girl: Dawn Cade
Bridesmaids: Blair Mathews
Carson Randle
Jamie Mathews
Katie Curtis

(Jell-O and Dawn, you're both my best friends and since I didn't want to have to choose because I love you both equally, you're both my maids of honour. I just gave it different names to avoid confusions but you both get to do the same things. <3)

Darrel Curtis will be standing as the role of mom and dad. :D

Best Man: Sodapop Curtis
Groomsmen: Steve Randle
Ponyboy Curtis
Johnny Cade
Dallas Winston

Mrs. Mathews will do, well her thing.

Flower Girls: Breanna Parker
Brooklyn Cade
Ring Bearer: Rhiley Blaze Winston

Everyone is invited! We aren't sure of the date. And we're still discussing more details. That's all for now. We'll keep you posted!

How Kitty Curtis Got A Job

To start off I just really have to say that the title of the post sounds like the name of a TV series or something. Much like 'How I Met Your Mother'. Haha. Oh well, I thought it was funny. Anyway on to the post.

So as you may not know, I got a job. Yep, the world has ended. See Ponyboy?! It ain't that hard to believe! -.- The reason I got a job was because a) it was Darrel's supposed 'punishment' for uh, I'm not even sure what he had 'ground' me for but it must've been important. Lol. I just don't really pay attention when he talks. And b) though I had a job while I was away and it got me some easy bucks, it is physically and economically impossible to live from that amount the rest of my life, especially with all the possible expenses I know I'll have in the future. Also, I want to have the money because I want to be able to help my friends when they need it. I want to be able to give them a hand on the thing that we have the hardest time with, money. It's not that I'm turning anyone into my charity case because that's not true, but I don't know, I just want to feel like I can help someone when they need it.

Last Sunday I was job hunting because I just couldn't procrastinate anymore. First I decided to look for a job in the thing that I liked but my options where limited. I knew by law that I wouldn't get a job in any science facility or medical industry and make use of my chemical knowledge. Apparently I need some sort of colleage level knowledge and though I had valid arguments that my knowledge was just as good as those university dudes even though I was a senior in high school, they refused. I was also underage. Fuck my life. So then I went to look at the drag races for some decent thing to do but there is as much as you can really do there. That's when I had the idea that maybe I could race for tips but thought better about it. If Darry asked what I was doing or even worse wanted to see for himself, I would sure get yelled at for not doing something 'productive'. I was left then to just walk around time looking for something. Pony had mentioned in one of his boring conversations that the movie house payed well and had decent jobs but I didn't think that my little brother would like his older sister working on the place he did. Psst. Like I actually wanted to babysit him. Insert rolls eyes. After a long wasted Sunday afternoon I came across a 'Help Wanted' sign at Dairy Queen. I thought what the hell and went to talk to the dude that manages everything there. He asked if I had any expirence working before and I told that I had been a waitress just a few months before but that it wasn't something I wanted to spend my life at. He nodded and then asked if I knew how to handle the whole serving ice-cream thingy. Of course I said that I understood the chemical composition of frozen dessert made from dairy products, such as milk and cream, and often combined with fruits or other ingredients and flavours. The mixture of ice cream is then stirred slowly while cooling to prevent large ice crystals from forming; the result is a smoothly textured ice cream. Making ice cream with liquid nitrogen has advantages over conventional freezing. Also, using liquir nitrogren it creates a rapidly freezing the crystal grains giving the ice cream a creamier texture, and allowing one to get the same texture by using less milkfat. Such ice crystals will grow very quickly via the processes of recrystallization thus obviating the original benefits unless steps are taken to inhibit ice crystal growth... He meant if I could manage the physical process. I felt like an idiot.

So anyway that's how I got my job at Dairy Queen. I think I was jumping of joy when I got home cause the retards asked me what the hell was going on. Soda asked me to deny him the possibility that I just had sexual intercourse. Petite boy, just because you can't keep it in your pants doesn't mean the rest of the world can't either. I rolled my eyes and told then that my long phase of ecomical inactivity I finally had a job... at an ice cream parlor! But no, that does not mean free ice cream, Dallas. So I started Monday afternoon and it was quite an expirence. I suffered a week of listening to bratty socs kids whine to their mothers about how they wanted the big cone and how they could eat it all. -.- I swear I almost yelled to the stupid kid: "Eat it all, for christ sake! If you die of a stomach disease it'll be your own fucking fault but stop talking!" ... That gives me second thoughts about having kids. *shivers* Of course now Two-Bitch spends his whole day here making me company. I swear, Gary (the dude I work for), wanted to offer him a job just for the hell that he do something productive since he basically now lives here. "Curtis, is that order finished?" "Um, I told you Gary that it takes time. Especially since you didn't have the decency of telling me a day in advance." "Well, you'll be working overtime with Half-Wit over there." Two-Bit looked pissed. "Hey! It's Two-Bit!" "Nah, same difference." :D That was my favourite part of my whole week.

So that's that folks. I'll keep you posted on my life as an auto-sufficient, economically sustainable, young lady of America. But before there are a few things I want to point out. First, I'm so glad I have my husband back home. I love R.B. to dead. I'll help you Blair in whatever you need. Second, Soda you're still petite. Katie, please post or I'll make blonde jokes. Also, Dallas I told you, Pony likes the closet ;). Which reminds me... PONYBOY MICHELLE CURTIS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, MY NAME DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING HYPHEN!!! It's KitKat, not Kit-Kat! Geez... Okay, I think that's all. :D