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I applied for Langara this summer term. Going back to the hood. I plan to take two classes this summer and two classes next summer. Hopefully I won't fail any classes, because then I will be FINISHED.
Today I got to work in the cheese island! It's the part of the deli that concerns cheese and olives. In the regular deli I tend not to eat anything because, ew. I mean I liked lunch meat fine before but after getting splashed with ham water a few times ham starts to lose its appeal. Same for turkey, roast beef, pastrami, etc. The salads are basically 900% mayonnaise, and I don't swing that way, so I don't eat those either. The only thing I've ever eaten in the deli was some pineapple when I was making fruit salad. But cheese is! so! good! I ate soooo much cheese ... soft herb cheese spread on crackers, some goat cheese, cheddar, and a ton of brie. ALSO the cheese island is right near the bakery, and the baker kept feeding me yellow cake with danish cream icing and black forest cake. I had a five hour shift and didn't eat any of my packed lunch, I was full of cheese and crackers and butter and sugar. Fuck yeah.
On Thursday K-dog, Shells, Walrus and I drank a bunch of amaretto and then went out to R-fucking Jacket. I hate that club and always have a bad experience, but it's been sooooo long since I've been out drinking that I didn't care. They played good music and we danced a lot, filled "the quota" startlingly quickly, and had a good time. Shells and I had a competition to see who could get the bartender's attention first (which turned into who can show more cleavage without taking off her top). Then I fell in a hole-- actually a gap between the speaker and the elevated dance thing. So I came home and put a bag of corn on my ankle (it was swollen) and then I passed out and woke up an hour later and was like, "WHY IS THERE FROZEN CORN ALL OVER MY BED?" hahahhahahahhha.
$1.50 shots and hi-balls (background courtesy of Shells)
$9 later
we are actually mermaids and here we are sitting in a seashell
Today I got to work in the cheese island! It's the part of the deli that concerns cheese and olives. In the regular deli I tend not to eat anything because, ew. I mean I liked lunch meat fine before but after getting splashed with ham water a few times ham starts to lose its appeal. Same for turkey, roast beef, pastrami, etc. The salads are basically 900% mayonnaise, and I don't swing that way, so I don't eat those either. The only thing I've ever eaten in the deli was some pineapple when I was making fruit salad. But cheese is! so! good! I ate soooo much cheese ... soft herb cheese spread on crackers, some goat cheese, cheddar, and a ton of brie. ALSO the cheese island is right near the bakery, and the baker kept feeding me yellow cake with danish cream icing and black forest cake. I had a five hour shift and didn't eat any of my packed lunch, I was full of cheese and crackers and butter and sugar. Fuck yeah.
On Thursday K-dog, Shells, Walrus and I drank a bunch of amaretto and then went out to R-fucking Jacket. I hate that club and always have a bad experience, but it's been sooooo long since I've been out drinking that I didn't care. They played good music and we danced a lot, filled "the quota" startlingly quickly, and had a good time. Shells and I had a competition to see who could get the bartender's attention first (which turned into who can show more cleavage without taking off her top). Then I fell in a hole-- actually a gap between the speaker and the elevated dance thing. So I came home and put a bag of corn on my ankle (it was swollen) and then I passed out and woke up an hour later and was like, "WHY IS THERE FROZEN CORN ALL OVER MY BED?" hahahhahahahhha.
$1.50 shots and hi-balls (background courtesy of Shells)
$9 later
we are actually mermaids and here we are sitting in a seashell