Okay so head banging is harder than it looks

Also my ears are ringing. So a country bar isn't to bad when they're having an air guitar competition. In which I decided to participate. By air guitaring to Smells Like Teen Spirit. I got 9 out of 15 points. The winner, who was one of the people in my group, got 11 points. So I didn't do to bad. Evidently I would have done better if I hadn't gone to my knees so early. They started sort of in the middle of the song so it was hard to judge when something like that would work well. I guess I should have just stayed on my knees and then maybe fallen over and started writhing around or something. The other winner, it was a tie, was some skinny girl who kept doing cartwheels on stage.

The music has really loud hence my poor ears ringing again, and my head hurts from head banging. The girl we gave a ride to, the one who one, was so drunk that she couldn't find her keys when we dropped her off. And she kept asking if she'd done anything embarrassing. It was funny. I had one drink, an Almond Joy, which had many kinds of alcohol in it, and tasted very good, but was expensive.

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Got no sleep last night, well it feels that way. The great cat war was outside my room all night since Sass now lives behind the chair outside my door. Every time Lex came close he'd hiss and growl. Every couple of hours all night. Then my stereo turned on half an hour before I got up. I thought I set the timer right, but evidently I didn't.

And it's snow out. I'm scared to look out the window and see how much I have to dig through to get out.

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They let me go home 2 hours early because of the snow. An hour later I'm finally in the house. It didn't actually take that long for me to get home. I just had issues once I got here. The roommates uncle, predictably, hasn't plowed yet. So I decided rather than get stuck in the end of the driveway I would pull over, put on my flashers, and then shovel. So I did, then I over shot the whole I dug and got stuck on the snow banking. After digging myself out of that I managed to get in the driveway, and then get nearly stuck when I tried to back over where I normally park. At that point I said fuck it, got the car in there as straight as possible, called the roommate and told her I was parked over further than normal, couldn't get over farther, sorry, please don't hit me when you back in.

Oh when I left work my boss told me to call when I got home and let them know what the roads where like. Which seemed to me like a way of checking to make sure I got home safe. I was going to be polite and not mention it since he clearly didn't want it to seem like he was worried/checking up on me. So Drama!Major mentioned it for me. Which made my boss nearly blush and say something about not wanting me to know that was why he was doing it. I rolled my eyes and said it wasn't a problem.

It's sort of nice to know the people you work with care enough to worry if you make it home safely.