It's the method!!!
School's out for Winter!!!!!!
Yeah, so school's over. I have regained my life. I must thank Xanax for allowing me to get through this semester. Without her I would never have done it. :o
I'm so addicted to those fucking pills. Which sucks, because I don't have a doctor who will prescribe them to me. And I mean ADDICTED.
Like one day at school, I had a panic attack because I thought I'd get an F in a test and I was screaming, no, howling, like a maniac, asking people around if they had any Xanax, Percocet or Zoloft.
Thank god for that kid that had Zoloft and gave me 2. I thought I'd jump from the 5th floor if I didn't find any...
So now I'm going crazy waiting for my grades. I've already guessed that I should have 3 B's and 1 A this semester. This girl at a XA message board I go to showed me how to get my GPA and my god, it seems like such a complicated method at first, but it's really simple. So I think I got a 3.23 GPA this semester, which brings my cumulative GPA to a total of *drum roll please* 2.95!!!
I'm so close to a 3.0 it's not even funny. It's my like dream to graduate with a good GPA, since I couldn't have the decency to do it in high school. I think I graduated with like a 2.85 or something like that... Too much partying, ya' know?
Anyways... I'm here guessing and doing numbers and all that shit and when my grades finally arrive I'll probably be all wrong and flunk 2 of my 4 classes. Oi vey! No, that won't happen. Or at least I hope not.
Ok, so who got his first Christmas bonus check ever in his whole lifetime?! That's right, moi!!! It felt exciting because it means I've been able to stay with the same job for over a year, but now that I think about it it's actually a bit depressing. I hate that job.
I'm so glad there's this girl Ileana, who's also a host at my restaurant. You see, she's pregnant, so they put a chair for her to sit down in front of the host area while she's working. And the chair stays there all the time, even when she's not working. Which means I've read half the 4th Harry Potter book while sitting at work. So basically I get paid for reading Harry Potter at a restaurant. No, seriously.
But I really am getting tired of my job. If it wasn't for the fact that I've already got seniority and they give me the days I want and the hours I want and whatever I ask for, I'd be out already. But I need a job that will allow me to do things my way. And that's what Damon's does for me. Watch me still working there next Christmas... Oh, god, please not! I want a job that's more related to what I'm studying. But it's so hard to find a job at a TV or radio station and I'm not even looking... Fuck that!
So there's a Christmas party next Tuesday! It's the company's Christmas party and they're holding it at Shannan's Pub this year. I'm not very excited about that. But I am SOOOO going and getting drunk and having the time of my life. There's no way this year's party will be better than the last one. That one was like the party of my life. We drank, we snorted, we smoked, we drank some more, we changed places, the sun came out and we were still drinking at this after hours joint. Oh well, let's hope for the best.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must go to bed. I have work at 10:30 AM tomorrow. Toodles!
Yeah, so school's over. I have regained my life. I must thank Xanax for allowing me to get through this semester. Without her I would never have done it. :o
I'm so addicted to those fucking pills. Which sucks, because I don't have a doctor who will prescribe them to me. And I mean ADDICTED.
Like one day at school, I had a panic attack because I thought I'd get an F in a test and I was screaming, no, howling, like a maniac, asking people around if they had any Xanax, Percocet or Zoloft.
Thank god for that kid that had Zoloft and gave me 2. I thought I'd jump from the 5th floor if I didn't find any...
So now I'm going crazy waiting for my grades. I've already guessed that I should have 3 B's and 1 A this semester. This girl at a XA message board I go to showed me how to get my GPA and my god, it seems like such a complicated method at first, but it's really simple. So I think I got a 3.23 GPA this semester, which brings my cumulative GPA to a total of *drum roll please* 2.95!!!
I'm so close to a 3.0 it's not even funny. It's my like dream to graduate with a good GPA, since I couldn't have the decency to do it in high school. I think I graduated with like a 2.85 or something like that... Too much partying, ya' know?
Anyways... I'm here guessing and doing numbers and all that shit and when my grades finally arrive I'll probably be all wrong and flunk 2 of my 4 classes. Oi vey! No, that won't happen. Or at least I hope not.
Ok, so who got his first Christmas bonus check ever in his whole lifetime?! That's right, moi!!! It felt exciting because it means I've been able to stay with the same job for over a year, but now that I think about it it's actually a bit depressing. I hate that job.
I'm so glad there's this girl Ileana, who's also a host at my restaurant. You see, she's pregnant, so they put a chair for her to sit down in front of the host area while she's working. And the chair stays there all the time, even when she's not working. Which means I've read half the 4th Harry Potter book while sitting at work. So basically I get paid for reading Harry Potter at a restaurant. No, seriously.
But I really am getting tired of my job. If it wasn't for the fact that I've already got seniority and they give me the days I want and the hours I want and whatever I ask for, I'd be out already. But I need a job that will allow me to do things my way. And that's what Damon's does for me. Watch me still working there next Christmas... Oh, god, please not! I want a job that's more related to what I'm studying. But it's so hard to find a job at a TV or radio station and I'm not even looking... Fuck that!
So there's a Christmas party next Tuesday! It's the company's Christmas party and they're holding it at Shannan's Pub this year. I'm not very excited about that. But I am SOOOO going and getting drunk and having the time of my life. There's no way this year's party will be better than the last one. That one was like the party of my life. We drank, we snorted, we smoked, we drank some more, we changed places, the sun came out and we were still drinking at this after hours joint. Oh well, let's hope for the best.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must go to bed. I have work at 10:30 AM tomorrow. Toodles!