I worked today. From 10 to 5, we closed cause it was raining a lot. I had a really good day. I didn't sleep much, and that's such a trigger for me. I went to bed at four, and got up at 9. Well I lied, that's not so bad, but it feels like less when you realize you realize this is clearly your last day of school that you do not need to attend because you have successfully completely all of your finals. I was a sour puss in the morning, trying to find my name tag and my shirt had a hole in it. I've also lost all but the dirty worksocks on my feet. Where did they all go?! I actually made some friends at work. It was alright. A newer Alex, Andrew was there, an Ian, a Steven, a Luis, and a Gabriel. Uh, they're all guys. Kristen Hatch works there, who knew? She worked in the Trellis. Ian told us how a supervisor caught him smoking a joint, but prolly thought it was a ciggarette. I worked fried dough, yay! We had a huge line, all day. I'm not even kidding. If a normal day is rated a 4, today would honestly be a 16. We had a 30 person line, for about 5 hours straight. It was crazy. Steven and them taught me and Newer Alex and Andrew to speak spanish. Kinda. Cash control had to come very many times. My gerbil died. My little Milkshakes. My little cannibal corpse. My little juggernaut. I miss him and the annoying way he chewed...everything. He lived a while. Butters, his counterpart, died a long time ago by his side, and he consumed his newer partner, who's name eludes me, because it is late, and I am tired. I'm so horrible with names some times. And then sometimes, amazing. I don't know why. But Milk was a fighter. Dark little guy. My room will be emptier without him. We also finally removed the fish tank of my dead beta, whos name was everchanging but once was Charles, I believe. May have been. Or I could have just called him Charles in my head. I now have my piggy, Pip, and a beta solidly named Murphy living in my room! I've had Pip barely just longer than a year, and Murph for god know. Longer, maybe. And then of course there's Tator and Hammie and Autumn, my downstairs pets =]. I'm so sorry Milk, I wonder what did you in.
My doll came. My Myu mini dollfie. She's very beautiful. Her eyes are cobalt, silly me I almost ordered her another pair. I remember why I had set out to order green now. Shes only wearing striped socks and either her long blonde curls or her short brown shag wig. I want to get her clothes and shoes, but the ones I am determined to get are out of stock. Every day. It's kindof pissing me off. We're gonna try a doll store for anything tomarrow. I like her a lot. I desperately want to watch Repo. Desperately. I will Netflix it again. Tonight I start the Ambien. I'm afraid it won't live up to what I've got hoping for it. I have two bruises on my left arm, reasonable sized and easy to see. I think they add character. One on my upper forearm, where Alex c punched me friday for scaring a bird they wanted to shoot. Doesn't even hurt. The one that hurts is the one where the goat bit me at Peach Tree after Jon's graduation. It's still brown and funny. I'm contemplating getting Sims3. I think I'll wait a long while for them to get the bugs out and maybe to try a trial and perhaps read a lot more reviews. I'm sitting on the fence, as of today. I do not want my sims all to age at once, and I want MANY families, who will my children marry?! YOU'RE premade fattass germaheads, MAXIS!? I THINK NOT. Only my mutt children will marry my mutt children. Yay for incest O.o. But only amongst sims, and what not. I emailed Mr. Costa, I hope he will let me into the summer driver's ed class, which starts the 30th. I will not being going on the 250$ trip camping with steve this weekend, white water rafting and paintballing. I did truly want to, granted deep, flowing water and paintballing being two big fears to overcome. But alas my poor planning and prior commitments. Yesterday I purchases 70$ worth of tickets to a concert on friday (TAKING BACK SUNDAY AND ANBERLIN<3 SQUEEEE?!) go attend with Alex l, in Hampton. I'm overly excited. And I have work that Saturday. I'm sorry steve. I'm letting everybody down, recently. I was a spaz at work though. Why am I so happy? They kept saying they liked my hair, silly things about me being hot, I don't believe them. It's hard to believe people when you can't understand anything but the few words they smile and mimick to you in english. My knees hurt very badly from standing. I feel grossy.