a little better than the typical day
So i went to bed really late last night as usual. Woke up tired as fuck. Drove the younger siblings to school. Keep in mind I don't have class on thursday. But I did have work at 9. So theres no sense going to bed for another hour, because I will just have to deal with waking up again. So I make use of the time by exercise. 4 sets: 50 push ups, 10 curls, 15 pull ups, 80 abs. So now my back feels a little better. I'm tired as shit though even after that. Shower, work. Amanda is a fuckin loser as usual. No cars sold while I was there. I find out I get to get off early Friday so I don't go over 40 hours for this week. My lunch break: taco bell followed by nap in the car. Had a dream i was stoned, then I woke up and realized I wasn't, so I'd be okay. It was weird though. Work drags on. Then Paul, the boss, asks me to go to toyota, and drive a car to Grand Blanc for them, 60 miles away, for a dealer trade. I got it up to 110. But its still a shitty corolla. This takes around 2 hours. The dude I drove back with provided for some interesting conversation. So instead of getting off at six, I get off at 730. It was okay because toyota will pay me overtime pay. After work I actually did something social. I visited Pablo, then ate some taco bell and went to the pool hall with mike. I got home at 11:40. Ran 4 miles with sore ass legs, worked out my abs, did laundry. Now i'm still awake at 3:30 and I got class from 8-11, and work at noon. My life = lame. But it will pay off if I pass classes at scraft and reach my goal of getting a job at the firestation. I really want my own room. If the back house idea doesn't work, I'm considering living with my Uncle Terry. Other thoughts: I like jazz, so fuck you amanda. Why does a 30 year old nasty saleswoman want me? There's a few salesmen who I wouldn't mind kicking their ass. I'm fuckin somethin, might even be you. That ice cream I just ate was really good and I don't give a fuck if you're not supposed to eat before bed. Good night.