Work Late
it always seems as if my entries are really really late at night when im half-awake. that's how it should be. my doctor said i should stop staying up so late and get more sleep. yeah right. there's a pretty girl that works with me now. she's nice, and has a boyfriend. i can't even talk to girls i like anymore, i get all mixed up and start mumbling weird stuff. i also met another girl that came in my line that knows some of my friends from when i was younger. she was beautiful. i didnt mumble stuff this time. i just complained about work. again. i know i'm picky. i know i'm weird. but that's just how it is. if i can't watch a movie with a girl and thoroughly enjoy their company without having to be all over them, to find that kind of medium would be incredible. someone i can sing beatles songs with after a night out. i'll never complain about anything ever again. don't feel much better now. but it helped. somehow i think the theatre class is slowly but surely getting better. very slowly. but im arranging something that might make some things better. i hope. i have a feeling this week will be a good one. please, whenever you see me, say hi. i like it when people say hi to me. weird. late. bed. now. "Nothing's gonna change my world"-Lennon/McCartney, is the best quote i can think of now. because that's what im listening to. yeah. night. no nicknames, so just nick. i like nick.