And you screamed at the sky, and you finally found all your courage to let it all go...
Hoorah for four-day weekends.
Except, because of my laziness, I really didn't do much that was productive.
On Thursday, Hephster and I went to Promenade where we sat with Pete. Everyone looked gorgeous. I took pictures. They'll be up soon enough. After Promenade, Amber and Tara gave us a ride down to Damon's. The lovely Katelyn was our seating hostess and hands down, one of my favorite people I've ever met was our waitress, Miss Kim Krivanek. After a lovely meal, we headed over to Coldstone to see Linsey. Travis met up with us there, as did Steph's sister Jenna, and we all headed over to New York Pizza to see Drew for a few minutes. It was a lovely night, and I'm so glad Hephster and I went.
On Friday, I finally met Mike. We were going to go to the Pirate game, but we realized we'd have to leave during it, so we decided against it. So he picked me up, sans-plan, and we headed over to Walmart because I needed batteries for my camera (and got a lovely tour of 79 on the way :P). After that, we ate at Cici's and then went to Coldstone to see Linz (wow, two days in a row. this chick should feel loved, lol). Afterwards, we hit up Golden Cue and played pool for a while until we had to go home. Such a nice night. Such a sweet kid. We'll definitely be hanging out again some time soon. (PS. I was done by 9 the other night, loserface. Beat that. I do believe I just schooled your ass ;) ).
Saturday, Mr. Ben Wendel and I were supposed to hang out, but plans fell through, I guess? Some other time, love.
I worked 5-close, dining room...woohoo.
And last but not least, yesterday I worked 4-close (Ilovemyjobsomuch). I ended up staying up all night choreographing my 24 counts for dance. It took me for freaking ever because I'm not a dancer. They suck, but I got them done. And I did my one english essay, but I have to do the other one right now. (God love my daily 3 periods of graphics class).
So here I sit
Procrastinating yet again
Listening to The Cure on launch.com
(Which reminds me, Note To Self: Buy The Cure's greatest hits CD ASAP)
Alright, I'm going to be a good girl. This damn thing isn't going to write itself.
I hope I can concentrate, though.
All of the assholes that I hate are in here today, yelling.
And the kid sitting beside me really needs a fucking shower. The odor is wafting over.
Oh well. I'll live.