Only because Adam requested it...
Hello there, kiddies!
I had some time to myself, which is pretty amazing, so I got on the computer. Mmm... So you all might be wondering... How the Hell am I doing?
I work a lot. I mean, a lot. Six to seven days a week. Yeah, I still love it. For the most part, we've got a really good staff, and most of us are always catching eachother's backs and helping out when its needed. Its just stressful working so much, but when the paychecks roll around I know its worth it. It pays off, too. I got asked to be the trainer, which means when temps and new people come in, I'll help them through their first couple of nights or so. Then, in December, Steve and I will meet again, and hopefully they'll offer me more money if I do a good job.
Michael's wonderful. I'm so in love. Its great. We have a lot of fun together, all the time. We've only fought a couple of times, when he does dumb shit, but he's learning a lot. Our three months was this past Saturday. Sometimes I get kinda bothered because we've been talking for like five months now, and he hasn't told his parents about me or anything. Well, he's told them that he "has someone in his life." But that's it. I know he thinks they'd be concerned about the age thing, but still. He's met both my parents, and I just feel kind of left out. But that's okay. He's amazing otherwise.
Andrew and I are really good. We're still best of friends. We've gone through some really rough times these past couple months or so, but we're finally getting through it. Which is really nice. And I think its made us become a lot closer, because we know, in the end, we'll always be there for each other.
Corey and I are speaking again. I don't even know if we weren't speaking last time I wrote. But she came up to me the other day and said itd be a lot easier if we were just nice to eachother. The past couple of days I've really been remembering why she was my best friend for so long. We still get along really well.
Only nine weeks left of school. Whoo whoo! Then I'll be all done and ready to graduate when June 7th hits. Its Hell, but I know I've gotta get through it. And I've only got a few more weeks, so I'm fine. Chemistry is about to kill me. My school has gone so fucking far downhill. People are way too touchy and dramatic. BUT! Forty five days.
Other than that, I'm okay.
The end. &hearts. Lizi.
I had some time to myself, which is pretty amazing, so I got on the computer. Mmm... So you all might be wondering... How the Hell am I doing?
I work a lot. I mean, a lot. Six to seven days a week. Yeah, I still love it. For the most part, we've got a really good staff, and most of us are always catching eachother's backs and helping out when its needed. Its just stressful working so much, but when the paychecks roll around I know its worth it. It pays off, too. I got asked to be the trainer, which means when temps and new people come in, I'll help them through their first couple of nights or so. Then, in December, Steve and I will meet again, and hopefully they'll offer me more money if I do a good job.
Michael's wonderful. I'm so in love. Its great. We have a lot of fun together, all the time. We've only fought a couple of times, when he does dumb shit, but he's learning a lot. Our three months was this past Saturday. Sometimes I get kinda bothered because we've been talking for like five months now, and he hasn't told his parents about me or anything. Well, he's told them that he "has someone in his life." But that's it. I know he thinks they'd be concerned about the age thing, but still. He's met both my parents, and I just feel kind of left out. But that's okay. He's amazing otherwise.
Andrew and I are really good. We're still best of friends. We've gone through some really rough times these past couple months or so, but we're finally getting through it. Which is really nice. And I think its made us become a lot closer, because we know, in the end, we'll always be there for each other.
Corey and I are speaking again. I don't even know if we weren't speaking last time I wrote. But she came up to me the other day and said itd be a lot easier if we were just nice to eachother. The past couple of days I've really been remembering why she was my best friend for so long. We still get along really well.
Only nine weeks left of school. Whoo whoo! Then I'll be all done and ready to graduate when June 7th hits. Its Hell, but I know I've gotta get through it. And I've only got a few more weeks, so I'm fine. Chemistry is about to kill me. My school has gone so fucking far downhill. People are way too touchy and dramatic. BUT! Forty five days.
Other than that, I'm okay.
The end. &hearts. Lizi.