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Multi-tasking is my life.
Yesterday really pissssed me the fuck off. I woke up, went to work for Zumiez, the day was cool. Went to work in a hoodie, jeans and flipflops Then it snowed. I had to scrape ice off my windows, in flip flops. Not a good thing. Then I left my bag, with my money, license, ipod, credit cards and checks, and my biology homework in RyanP's car. I was about to cry, but then I realized that I had my planner, cell phone and car keys on me. Life could still continue. Came home, to my mom doing my laundry, which had to be done for about a month, and I never had time to do it, and that helped me out so much. I did the rest my it, and then Ryan picked me up, and took me to dinner. Good time, talking about us and our relationship, and friends and family. It was much needed. Then we came home, and watched Casino Royal with my mom and grandma. It was cute.
I had an 8:00am meeting for Zumiez this morning. I woke up at 7am, when my boss called me to tell me we were pushing back the meeting till 8:30. Good news. No shower, Everything bagel with veggie cream cheese to make me super happy, and of course 2 cups of coffee. Took about 45 minutes to get all the ice of my car. And I was 15 minutes early for the meeting. I love how like, 3 days ago it was 70 degrees and I was rocking a t-shirt and flip flops, then yesterday and today I was scraping ice off my car. I had to wait for my purse today, from 8:30-2:30. Just waiting for RyanP to come. It sucked but whatev. I should be studying my binder of Zumiez info, it's about 500 pages. It's a huge 3 inch binder chock full of facts. I have another meeting tonight, (technically) at 7:30-10:30. Should be awesome.
I need to clean my room, and do my homework, and seriously not wait for a month to do my laundry. I need new clothes, and I need more hours in a day.
My bestfriend is leaving me for her boyfriend and Staten Island. It's fucking bullshit, and I hate it.
Whatever, Philadelphia in less than 2 years. I'm aiming for sooner, but it's a time frame. I can't wait to leave this town and all it's stupid drama.
It's a little past 5am, and I have to work 9-3, (Zumiez) and back to Zumiez at 7:30 for a meeting. I'm still not sleeping. yes.
My life is based on little squares, and time margins. To tell me exactly where I have to be and what time. It's pathetic, and I don't even want to really call it a life.
Yesterday really pissssed me the fuck off. I woke up, went to work for Zumiez, the day was cool. Went to work in a hoodie, jeans and flipflops Then it snowed. I had to scrape ice off my windows, in flip flops. Not a good thing. Then I left my bag, with my money, license, ipod, credit cards and checks, and my biology homework in RyanP's car. I was about to cry, but then I realized that I had my planner, cell phone and car keys on me. Life could still continue. Came home, to my mom doing my laundry, which had to be done for about a month, and I never had time to do it, and that helped me out so much. I did the rest my it, and then Ryan picked me up, and took me to dinner. Good time, talking about us and our relationship, and friends and family. It was much needed. Then we came home, and watched Casino Royal with my mom and grandma. It was cute.
I had an 8:00am meeting for Zumiez this morning. I woke up at 7am, when my boss called me to tell me we were pushing back the meeting till 8:30. Good news. No shower, Everything bagel with veggie cream cheese to make me super happy, and of course 2 cups of coffee. Took about 45 minutes to get all the ice of my car. And I was 15 minutes early for the meeting. I love how like, 3 days ago it was 70 degrees and I was rocking a t-shirt and flip flops, then yesterday and today I was scraping ice off my car. I had to wait for my purse today, from 8:30-2:30. Just waiting for RyanP to come. It sucked but whatev. I should be studying my binder of Zumiez info, it's about 500 pages. It's a huge 3 inch binder chock full of facts. I have another meeting tonight, (technically) at 7:30-10:30. Should be awesome.
I need to clean my room, and do my homework, and seriously not wait for a month to do my laundry. I need new clothes, and I need more hours in a day.
My bestfriend is leaving me for her boyfriend and Staten Island. It's fucking bullshit, and I hate it.
Whatever, Philadelphia in less than 2 years. I'm aiming for sooner, but it's a time frame. I can't wait to leave this town and all it's stupid drama.
It's a little past 5am, and I have to work 9-3, (Zumiez) and back to Zumiez at 7:30 for a meeting. I'm still not sleeping. yes.
My life is based on little squares, and time margins. To tell me exactly where I have to be and what time. It's pathetic, and I don't even want to really call it a life.