I may be the stupidest, most exhausted, and most satisfied person alive.
So I decide I want a job for this summer. Awesome. Be proactive. Make money. Pay back the debt I'm in with the parents. Right-O. So CPK has this sign up for interviews. I interview a couple times, and get hired as a server. Awesome. This is going to be a bitchin' job. An intense training schedule. I can handle it.
Or can I. Right. Basically I'm gonna be there from 4-11 every day this week after school (this week being the first of the almighty AP weeks) and then some, because I have to study like hell to learn everything that goes into every single item on the menu. Good times. Right. And we get quizzed on it. Every day. I even have to know wines.
(whines...)
I think it will be worth it in the end, its just a bitch to deal with now, second semester senior year, in the best time of year. But oh well. It happens. I just have to stay strong. Breathe in, breathe out.
Essay after essay, fucking Camus.
...fucking would be an adjective describing Camus, not actually having sex with Camus. just to clarify...
So, as usual, I took on too much, and now I don't like the way I'm living right now, but I'm too stubborn to change or give up on school, or quit CPK before it even opens.
I need sleep.
I need a hug.
On another note, the reason why I'm so backed up on homework right now (in addition to Server 101 bootcamp) is a wonderful occasion that happened today. My parents finally got married.
Again.
Renewal of the vows after 25 years. It was a really nice ceremony. We got our old cantor back from the good old days back at Beth Ami on Hurley (pre-korean-church) for the occasion, and all of our friends and family was there. And most importantly, my parents were enthralled. Plus I got some good food. I made a toast, played a little ditty with the band, and had a great time. I think everyone who was there had a great time too. I think I said, "I'm going to Pitt next year" about 49 times. But who's counting? I got to see my baby cousin Sam, my cousins Laura and Jeff, who came from Georgia and Toronto respectively, my Uncle Bill from Davis, my amazing Grandpa (seriously the smartest/coolest/funniest eighty eight year old man alive), and countless other cousins and family friends. On that note, I think it was worth it to spend all the time with them that I did this weekend, even if it means staying up til 2 to write this stupid fucking essay.
Ever wish you could do everything? like, stop time and fit everything in? Well, we should stop and chat sometime. I've got plenty of leftovers.
Or can I. Right. Basically I'm gonna be there from 4-11 every day this week after school (this week being the first of the almighty AP weeks) and then some, because I have to study like hell to learn everything that goes into every single item on the menu. Good times. Right. And we get quizzed on it. Every day. I even have to know wines.
(whines...)
I think it will be worth it in the end, its just a bitch to deal with now, second semester senior year, in the best time of year. But oh well. It happens. I just have to stay strong. Breathe in, breathe out.
Essay after essay, fucking Camus.
...fucking would be an adjective describing Camus, not actually having sex with Camus. just to clarify...
So, as usual, I took on too much, and now I don't like the way I'm living right now, but I'm too stubborn to change or give up on school, or quit CPK before it even opens.
I need sleep.
I need a hug.
On another note, the reason why I'm so backed up on homework right now (in addition to Server 101 bootcamp) is a wonderful occasion that happened today. My parents finally got married.
Again.
Renewal of the vows after 25 years. It was a really nice ceremony. We got our old cantor back from the good old days back at Beth Ami on Hurley (pre-korean-church) for the occasion, and all of our friends and family was there. And most importantly, my parents were enthralled. Plus I got some good food. I made a toast, played a little ditty with the band, and had a great time. I think everyone who was there had a great time too. I think I said, "I'm going to Pitt next year" about 49 times. But who's counting? I got to see my baby cousin Sam, my cousins Laura and Jeff, who came from Georgia and Toronto respectively, my Uncle Bill from Davis, my amazing Grandpa (seriously the smartest/coolest/funniest eighty eight year old man alive), and countless other cousins and family friends. On that note, I think it was worth it to spend all the time with them that I did this weekend, even if it means staying up til 2 to write this stupid fucking essay.
Ever wish you could do everything? like, stop time and fit everything in? Well, we should stop and chat sometime. I've got plenty of leftovers.