Happy Birthday Jesus.
I finally got to work again. I worked Friday right after school till 9 (that sucked) and then Saturday morning. Between both days I made $18 in tips (pitty tips :-P) and I'm gonna get a holiday bonus. On Saturday Kristen asked if I could work two extra hours cause Mark couldn't get there till three. Ok, he had a fucking broken ankle... I was like oh my god!! What happened?! I felt SO bad. Cause he had to fuckin crutch back and forth and like three cars pulled in at once so I was like holy shit. I went out and helped and after we got it under control I was like what are you going to do if it gets wicked busy?? He was like I'm gonna shut the fuckin open sign off if it gets too busy.... So I left him my cell number incase he needed some help.
That night we went to Morgan's to have dinner and shit even though she didn't get there til like 11. Mike and I like beat the shit out of each other. We figured out that if you hit someone with something in the shape of a cylinder (in this case cardboard) straight on...it hurts like a bitch. So we were doing that for like 15 minutes, then we just started punching each other. My arm looks like I got attacked by a cat. And of course we all played ping-pong and foosball nonstop. I left with Melissa at like 11:45 (haha 12:45) and by the time I got to my room I was in so much pain that as soon as I was on my bed I was comfortable, I didn't have to toss and turn to find a comfy position.
This morning mum came in and woke me up. I fell back asleep and then Dave came in and woke me up. I fell back asleep and Lyd and Mike came in and jumped on me/repeatedly poked my battle wounds. Then we opened presents and had some breakfast. I cut my tonsil on a piece of canadian bacon. As retarded as that sounds.... haha but it hurts like a bitch just swallowing. And I'm talking about spit you perverts.
Dave Marc and I went bowling, then out to eat, then home to eat some more.
That night we went to Morgan's to have dinner and shit even though she didn't get there til like 11. Mike and I like beat the shit out of each other. We figured out that if you hit someone with something in the shape of a cylinder (in this case cardboard) straight on...it hurts like a bitch. So we were doing that for like 15 minutes, then we just started punching each other. My arm looks like I got attacked by a cat. And of course we all played ping-pong and foosball nonstop. I left with Melissa at like 11:45 (haha 12:45) and by the time I got to my room I was in so much pain that as soon as I was on my bed I was comfortable, I didn't have to toss and turn to find a comfy position.
This morning mum came in and woke me up. I fell back asleep and then Dave came in and woke me up. I fell back asleep and Lyd and Mike came in and jumped on me/repeatedly poked my battle wounds. Then we opened presents and had some breakfast. I cut my tonsil on a piece of canadian bacon. As retarded as that sounds.... haha but it hurts like a bitch just swallowing. And I'm talking about spit you perverts.
Dave Marc and I went bowling, then out to eat, then home to eat some more.