Sleeeeeeepyyyyyyy...
Was up till all ours working on my fic last night. Damn plot bunnies were ATTACKING me and shit, and I spent like 30 min. trying to come up with a name for my character (yep, Draco gets an ORIGINAL character...GO ME) and then another 30 or so trying to decide how many character flaws I would give her so she wouldn't be Mary Sue-ish. Needless to say, yeah, I'm tired. Damn.
Work was v. uneventful yesterday. Some dude spent about 5 min. telling me that he had see a blue lobster on the news. And then a lady tried to set me up with her son...who was sitting right across from here. I was alternately horrified (he was extremely not cute) and v. sorry for him. Ah, and then Fannie gave me a 10 min. lecture on the importance of the proper application of salad dressing and how if I did it "right" then my tips would go up and if I did it "wrong" then I would "make her look bad" because she trained me. Replied with a nice flipping off as soon as she rounded the corner and launched into a bit of a rant about how annoying she is. Ryan said I'm sexy when I'm pissed off. Debated shoving salad dressing scooper up his ass.
Finally got some pictures to upload to my Yahoo photo album, so everybody go check em out! http://photos.yahoo.com/dancercammie137
The only new album is "Fun Times in Greenville" but feel free to look at the old ones as well. I must warn you that my friends and are, well, kinda weird. Especially Sean. Of course that's why we love him. Oh, and there's some of Chris so you can see how adorable he is...though in the one he doesn't look v. rock star-ish, he looks like a big doofus. But hey, even Doofus!Chris works for me. :)
Last night dreamed that I was at work and we had the radio on instead of the awful prescribed music we listen to and Eric (the bartender) was all "Hey, Cameron! Listen! They're playing 'Catalyst' on the radio!" and sure enough, they were. Of course I flipped out and started trying to call Sarah and Kim and Jason and everybody, and I couldn't reach any of them so I was really annoyed that I had to forget it and go back to work. Then this old lady was all "They remind me of Tool." And I laughed because I thought it was really funny that she knew who Tool was. And then I woke up.
The one the other night was much more interesting; I dreamed Niall (Niall O'Leary, the adorable accordion player/Irish dance teacher from the feis) was in some night class that I was taking and he asked me for my notes and we wound up snogging in some closet off the hallway. Word. :)
OK...must get ready for work...*yawn* Grr.
Work was v. uneventful yesterday. Some dude spent about 5 min. telling me that he had see a blue lobster on the news. And then a lady tried to set me up with her son...who was sitting right across from here. I was alternately horrified (he was extremely not cute) and v. sorry for him. Ah, and then Fannie gave me a 10 min. lecture on the importance of the proper application of salad dressing and how if I did it "right" then my tips would go up and if I did it "wrong" then I would "make her look bad" because she trained me. Replied with a nice flipping off as soon as she rounded the corner and launched into a bit of a rant about how annoying she is. Ryan said I'm sexy when I'm pissed off. Debated shoving salad dressing scooper up his ass.
Finally got some pictures to upload to my Yahoo photo album, so everybody go check em out! http://photos.yahoo.com/dancercammie137
The only new album is "Fun Times in Greenville" but feel free to look at the old ones as well. I must warn you that my friends and are, well, kinda weird. Especially Sean. Of course that's why we love him. Oh, and there's some of Chris so you can see how adorable he is...though in the one he doesn't look v. rock star-ish, he looks like a big doofus. But hey, even Doofus!Chris works for me. :)
Last night dreamed that I was at work and we had the radio on instead of the awful prescribed music we listen to and Eric (the bartender) was all "Hey, Cameron! Listen! They're playing 'Catalyst' on the radio!" and sure enough, they were. Of course I flipped out and started trying to call Sarah and Kim and Jason and everybody, and I couldn't reach any of them so I was really annoyed that I had to forget it and go back to work. Then this old lady was all "They remind me of Tool." And I laughed because I thought it was really funny that she knew who Tool was. And then I woke up.
The one the other night was much more interesting; I dreamed Niall (Niall O'Leary, the adorable accordion player/Irish dance teacher from the feis) was in some night class that I was taking and he asked me for my notes and we wound up snogging in some closet off the hallway. Word. :)
OK...must get ready for work...*yawn* Grr.