360 Degrees of Fun Fun Fun

MUTHA FUCKING MONEY MAKING. and I'm getting better at it too. i made a profit on all the items i bought at the op shop for the purpose of reselling on ebay. shit i bought for $2.50 will sell for $12. I was very happy to find a leather bag i bought for $5 sold for $112.50 thats like a 22.4 times more than what i paid for it. On friday i meet the General Manager at Rydges Hotel Meblbourne. and I'm happy to say i've secured a job behind the bar as a casual bartender. The pay is the same as jwow on weekdays but the weekends is more. I want to work there since it is Rydges Hotel, my favourite hotel. It's a bigger and more progressive company which means it probably looks after its workers. I'm also looking forward to working in a new environment, and learning new bartending skills. Tmrw I have a group interview with Myers at the HQ in Docklands. I applied for a casual sales assistant job within the cool Basement department but I think at the interview they will hire people for other departments as well. Shot gun not! My attire is a cross between neat casual and formal attire - infact its pretty much smart casual. Wee. I wanna stand out in a good way, I want them to look at me and be like 'YEP! She's a Basement girl!' And if they don't like me because of what i wear then its not the kinda place i wanna work at anyway. I shouldn't have to impress or change who I am to get a job. I'm a hard worker and a decent looker. Respect me with my nose piercing and mullet hair!! At the moment I feel I am financially stable. Just wait till all the fucking bills run in then im fucked. I've drank alcohol 7 days in a row this week. I've also travelled into the city every day and been at jwow everyday this week. I may as well live in the city. I can make money much more easier since the jobs are in the city. And getting home at 3am after a bartending shift will be next to no problemo. Lucky city fuckers. Last night was an epic alcoholic night. Drinks between jwow, Match, jwow, Match and Randy Dragon. I threw up in the toilets there. 180 degree vomit. I cleaned it up off the seat, wall and floors. I did them a favour. I crashed at james house on his leather couches, which wasnt too comfy against my leather pants. It made it even worse because these pants were TIGHT, next level shit, but i coudlnt take them off incase the blankets fell off me and my bare legs and undies would exposed. The Pacquiao boxing match was on that night. Doesn't he inspire a little Filippino pride in all of us latin-souled Californian accent speaking people. For the past three weeks I've been having too much fun with life. One week after mid semester break ended and im still partying. and now this fucking homework will be the death of me. I got myself in deep shit right now. Fuck.