There's a peacock on your shoulder, pole dancing around your neck...
Getting off of work a half hour early is definately fantastic. Yesterday, we all got forced into staying a half hour later because our manager went crazy and decided that recovery wasn't done well enough. (40% COUPON AT MICHAELS FROM NOW TIL THE 11TH. WE'RE PROBABLY HAVING PROMOTIONS UNTIL VALENTINES DAY.) I hate driving at night. One night, some crazed deer is going to run out of the woods and hurl itself at the car, I'm sure of it. Friday night, I convinced my mom to go see When a Stranger Calls with me and it's sold out. I fucking hate the Commons on weekends, it's fucking crawling with loud, obnoxious pre-teen assholes. But I bought The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and other Stories and the Corpse Bride. I'm developing an unhealthy obsession with Tim Burton. I own 5 Dvds and 3 of them are directed by Tim Burton. I've been trying to pass it off as me doing some research for Animation next year...HAHA, right...Definately not looking forward to all of this college shit. I've sent in one application. Only 3 more to go...I fucking hate home-tests. For Cooper Union, I have to do six...by March 1st but I don't have to do slides. I still feel like there's no way in Hell, I'm good enough to get into school. I'm waiting for the rejection letter where they tell me it's a cute hobby but I should to find something else to do with my life.