Before the crazies hit
Oh wait, too late. I do not like moving back into school on the eve of classes. And my arms hate me for lugging all my stuff out of my car *no parental help this time*, buying books, and doing a meijer run. They hate me bad.
The parents were not here because instead of helping their kid, they were looking after the new "children" ie. old people - cuz when Grandpa George is in the hospital, nothing but hilarity ensues. Dad was so haggard in the little amount of time I did see him. He was either at the hospital, at work, or sleeping - and I was either doing the latter two (have yet to visit, and that's okay with me). I worked like whoa at Waldenbooks. Didn't make enough mistakes to get fired - a plus. Did make enough mistakes to feel like a total schmuck, though. But that does not decrease the whopping pay check I got, so I'll let it go. And I learned that I do *not* want to work in retail.
This is all terribly boring and blah, but I wanted to make a post before the semester started. And an excuse to stay up. Point? No point.
The parents were not here because instead of helping their kid, they were looking after the new "children" ie. old people - cuz when Grandpa George is in the hospital, nothing but hilarity ensues. Dad was so haggard in the little amount of time I did see him. He was either at the hospital, at work, or sleeping - and I was either doing the latter two (have yet to visit, and that's okay with me). I worked like whoa at Waldenbooks. Didn't make enough mistakes to get fired - a plus. Did make enough mistakes to feel like a total schmuck, though. But that does not decrease the whopping pay check I got, so I'll let it go. And I learned that I do *not* want to work in retail.
This is all terribly boring and blah, but I wanted to make a post before the semester started. And an excuse to stay up. Point? No point.