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geez... work kills. was only supposed to work the phones tonight, but i ended up covering the sick waitress, and im starting to hate dining room. it take forever to clean up, and i have to do all my own dishes. i only made $22 in tips tonight, so that sucked. and my head was totally in the clouds (i can't focus today for some reason) and i didnt immediately served two groups of ppl and they walked out. then i feel rude. but seriously people, its florida, no one moves fast. i was busy with other customers, and they got impatient and left.
then i cut myself. and still had more dishes to do. and i cheated on clean up a bit cuz i was totally over it. have to work tomorrow night and saturday and sunday. unfortunately saturday is richie and my three month anniversary and we definately aren't going to see each other. he cant afford to drive here tomorrow, and if i try to drive, i will die asleep on the road.
somethings wrong with my eyes. could be extreme allergies, or an infection, but they're puffy and red on the underlids and they hurt like bitches. all i've wanted to do the past three days because of them is sleep. alas, no can do.
and those poems i wrote that i liked so much, conni liked them, thought they were lol, very funny... but not contest material. is there a standard? here, i'll let you read them, and see what you think:
Block
Tell me not to look
Scribble, scrabble, pop
Fish, fist, fizzle
Zip, zap, zop
Choose the best word
Hits, shits, zits
Nine to five hiring
Nothing else fits
Green, Green Eyes
prioritize
crucifies
secret spies
hate my size
see my eyes
?
i despise
circumcise itemize
more
more lies
see? how can you hate that?
hahaa... don't hate! it was total stream of consciousness, and i was in the worst mood yesterday after awakening from my nonrejuvenating nap. grr. a bear, i say.
this semester is gonna be a lot of work. ugh. spring semester is supposed to be uber easy for seniors. im so dumb for taking on AP Lit. I'll survive, I'll survive, I'll survive. Just gotta keep my head afloat.
then i cut myself. and still had more dishes to do. and i cheated on clean up a bit cuz i was totally over it. have to work tomorrow night and saturday and sunday. unfortunately saturday is richie and my three month anniversary and we definately aren't going to see each other. he cant afford to drive here tomorrow, and if i try to drive, i will die asleep on the road.
somethings wrong with my eyes. could be extreme allergies, or an infection, but they're puffy and red on the underlids and they hurt like bitches. all i've wanted to do the past three days because of them is sleep. alas, no can do.
and those poems i wrote that i liked so much, conni liked them, thought they were lol, very funny... but not contest material. is there a standard? here, i'll let you read them, and see what you think:
Block
Tell me not to look
Scribble, scrabble, pop
Fish, fist, fizzle
Zip, zap, zop
Choose the best word
Hits, shits, zits
Nine to five hiring
Nothing else fits
Green, Green Eyes
prioritize
crucifies
secret spies
hate my size
see my eyes
?
i despise
circumcise itemize
more
more lies
see? how can you hate that?
hahaa... don't hate! it was total stream of consciousness, and i was in the worst mood yesterday after awakening from my nonrejuvenating nap. grr. a bear, i say.
this semester is gonna be a lot of work. ugh. spring semester is supposed to be uber easy for seniors. im so dumb for taking on AP Lit. I'll survive, I'll survive, I'll survive. Just gotta keep my head afloat.