BLzazgh.
Is the noise I just made. It's the noise I make when I know I can make better than 100 bucks at work tonight, but still don't want to go, because reading and lounging around my apartment is *much* more appealing.
It's also the knowledge that the Red Lobster people are still mostly ignoring my school schedule and wedging every possible (and sometimes impossible) shift in between my classes. So I'm going to be exhausted this Monday and Wednesday from running from school to work to school again and most likely not eating.
My dad says that you either have lots of money and no time to spend it, or plenty of time and no money to spend-- at least until you get old. That's a pretty depressing outlook. Gonna have to find a way around that. (#1 on the To Do List: Make an unconventionally gorgeous, arrogant ass of a man fall madly in love with me.)
It's also the knowledge that the Red Lobster people are still mostly ignoring my school schedule and wedging every possible (and sometimes impossible) shift in between my classes. So I'm going to be exhausted this Monday and Wednesday from running from school to work to school again and most likely not eating.
My dad says that you either have lots of money and no time to spend it, or plenty of time and no money to spend-- at least until you get old. That's a pretty depressing outlook. Gonna have to find a way around that. (#1 on the To Do List: Make an unconventionally gorgeous, arrogant ass of a man fall madly in love with me.)