My weekend abridged (Altough there is not much to abridge)
Prologue: this is a long entry and I sometimes get bored with reading these. So, I have offered a table of contents by paragraph.
1. Friday and my $35 walkout
2. My boring Saturday and my media project woes
3. Sunday, lindy, and a resolution
4. Mother's day and the best par of my weekend
5. Joanna's definition of friendship as inspired by the woes of Arla
6. The real definition of friendship
Wow. What a waste of a weekend. Friday I worked. The restaurant was soo busy. I had a $35 walkout. If anybody knows of a blond girl who smokes and got out of the hospital and has a scrape on her head on the left side I want to know. She and her short, dark haired, most likely gay male friend, and some other girl owe me an apology, $35, and a huge tip. Yah, Greg, my boss was pissed off. I told him it wasn't my fault and he laughed in my face. "Oh, it was the cook's fault right?" Fuck off. How the fuck do you want me to stop someone who doesn't intend on paying?
Saturday I worked in the Morning and it was more busy then the day before. Then, I wanted to go to the library but, guess what. It was closed. Haha. I called some people but no luck. So I spent Saturday night alone in my house. Even my parents were out having a good time. I tried to get some work done for Trish but my printer ran out of toner so I don't have enough stories collected for Monday. I probably should have told her that when I saw her Sunday morning.
Sunday, my alarm didn't go off and I woke up at 9:45. I was suppose to be at the school at 10. After I ate a necessarily large and nutritious breakfast I went to school for a 3 hour lindy practice. My body made it very clear to me that quitting a certain vice was entirely necessary in order to continue dancing. I've never had good lungs since I had pneumonia when I was a kid. Why make it worse?
After lindy I went and purchased a lilac bust and orchids for mom. Went home and did nothing. The best part of my weekend was when I watched Fining Neverland. I cried. A lot. A whole lot. Und now... here I am doing nothing yet again. Tomorrow awaits yet another long and tiring lindy practice and Politics and the Media class for which I am not prepared.
Oh, one more event. Arla called me to share her woes. Listen up people. "Let me share a revelation that I've had..." (If you can tell me what movie that line is from I will be impressed) Ok. I'm not sure how many of you know this but friendship relies on a mutual agreement of aid and support. Friendship is not just about having a good time with another person. True friendship relies on a mutual support. Otherwise it is just a good acquaintance.
friend·ship
n.
The quality or condition of being friends.
friend
n.
A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
ac·quain·tance
n.
Knowledge of a person acquired by a relationship less intimate than friendship.
A relationship based on such knowledge
A person whom one knows.
1. Friday and my $35 walkout
2. My boring Saturday and my media project woes
3. Sunday, lindy, and a resolution
4. Mother's day and the best par of my weekend
5. Joanna's definition of friendship as inspired by the woes of Arla
6. The real definition of friendship
Wow. What a waste of a weekend. Friday I worked. The restaurant was soo busy. I had a $35 walkout. If anybody knows of a blond girl who smokes and got out of the hospital and has a scrape on her head on the left side I want to know. She and her short, dark haired, most likely gay male friend, and some other girl owe me an apology, $35, and a huge tip. Yah, Greg, my boss was pissed off. I told him it wasn't my fault and he laughed in my face. "Oh, it was the cook's fault right?" Fuck off. How the fuck do you want me to stop someone who doesn't intend on paying?
Saturday I worked in the Morning and it was more busy then the day before. Then, I wanted to go to the library but, guess what. It was closed. Haha. I called some people but no luck. So I spent Saturday night alone in my house. Even my parents were out having a good time. I tried to get some work done for Trish but my printer ran out of toner so I don't have enough stories collected for Monday. I probably should have told her that when I saw her Sunday morning.
Sunday, my alarm didn't go off and I woke up at 9:45. I was suppose to be at the school at 10. After I ate a necessarily large and nutritious breakfast I went to school for a 3 hour lindy practice. My body made it very clear to me that quitting a certain vice was entirely necessary in order to continue dancing. I've never had good lungs since I had pneumonia when I was a kid. Why make it worse?
After lindy I went and purchased a lilac bust and orchids for mom. Went home and did nothing. The best part of my weekend was when I watched Fining Neverland. I cried. A lot. A whole lot. Und now... here I am doing nothing yet again. Tomorrow awaits yet another long and tiring lindy practice and Politics and the Media class for which I am not prepared.
Oh, one more event. Arla called me to share her woes. Listen up people. "Let me share a revelation that I've had..." (If you can tell me what movie that line is from I will be impressed) Ok. I'm not sure how many of you know this but friendship relies on a mutual agreement of aid and support. Friendship is not just about having a good time with another person. True friendship relies on a mutual support. Otherwise it is just a good acquaintance.
friend·ship
n.
The quality or condition of being friends.
friend
n.
A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
ac·quain·tance
n.
Knowledge of a person acquired by a relationship less intimate than friendship.
A relationship based on such knowledge
A person whom one knows.