Oct 07, 2005 00:42
so today was eh.
i had physical therapy at 7 this morning. then rushed home and got changed in like 2 minutes, then got to uno's at like 855. sweet. 5 minutes to spare. i get in, get some coffee and sit down for training. it really wasn't too bad today. except for the whole, lets make you eat everything on the menu till you wanna vom. lovely. i brought so much food home. the boys were very happy.
jenna came over. my fazsha had presents for her for taking care of me when i came home from the hospital. its an inside joke between me her and my dad. we call pineapples poonapples. and its a thing that characterizes jenna. so my dad got her this huge pineapple pillow, a real amber and gold pineapple necklace- me and jen don't like gold but its actually really pretty. and he got her a little pineapple pin to put on her coat for work. its adorbale. ahah
then we went to fridays and had muchies with some of her friends...which are slowly becomming mine which is ok cuz they're fun.
a most needed night. the guys were fun. welcoming. usually i feel a little awkward meeting completely new people, especially when im the only new one to teh group, but for some reason i was completely comfortable with them. it was refreshing.
then jen drove me home, neither one of us could stay up late. even thought its like 1 am now. but whatever.
i have my bartending exam tommorow. i studied. its pretty easy. i don't have to know the drinks or anything i just need to know the laws and whatnot. im not going to mixing drinks, just serving them.
oh so today on the way home from uno's i was just listening to the radio, fnx as usual. have you ever just listened to the radio but not really heard what was on it? well thats how i usually am. but today this song caught my attention. it was a really really really odd song but i absolutly fucking love it.
Her Breathing is Music
Words And Music By:
Christopher Pappas
This morning I saw myself in your eyes.
I didn’t think moments like that were real.
I thought they were:
Just movie tricks,
Clichéd by guys in business suits
To fool us.
Poets don’t write about real life -
They give us mirages in rhymes.
Engineered to bring our tears
About guys and girls
Uncovering how the feel.
Come on.
I’m too old to believe that stuff -
I don’t mean to write another clichéd line about love.
But:
Her breathing is music.
like thats it. WOW. i just really really really liked it.
tommorow night im meeting up with a new guy. i really really really really like him. ahah he's from providence but we have so much in common its disgusting. i hope things work out. ahah im such a girl.
oh andi cut all my hair off. its literally like an inch long. but i love it. i don't have pictures up yet because i haven't had the time to take pictures. ahaha.
im working all weekend so you guys should go out to uno's in hanover so i can seat you and be a good hostess (like the cupcakes!!) ahah thats what my nana says. she's adorable.
anywho. this entry is mother long.
i miss everyone.
i love everyone.
yay me.
i need to clean my room.
ew.
ahah
but im not going to.
i have my last day of class training tommorow. then comes on floor which will be prettty easy.
ahah.
seriously.
visit me. i love you.
mwah.