meh.
I'm tired. I really should go to sleep, but Andy isn't home yet and since I know I won't be able to fall asleep until he gets home, I might as well just wait for him.
In theory I have to work at both Fuddruckers and Starbucks tomorrow. I don't think that that's going to happen. Or at least not the Fuddruckers part. I'm so sick of working there. I mean, even if I went in tomorrow, I'd be there for like an hour and then they'd send me home because it's Sunday and they're going to be slow as hell. Plus I have to be at the Bucks at 3 and then close the store with Yale, so I'd really like to sleep until, say, 2:30. And sadly, tomorrow is Roeper's graduation, which I will obviously not be attending, my apologies to all of the seniors.
Bartending school is going swimmingly. I enjoy it. I'm so sick of people asking me how old I am and telling me that I won't be able to bartend til the end of the year because they're stupid and don't understand that in Michigan you only have to be 18 to serve it, you just can't drink til you're 21. You should see the number of drinks that I have to memorize before Friday though. It's intense.
Anyways, I suppose I'm going to go lay in bed and put a movie on. It's better than sitting in Andy's basement writing about stupid shit that no one actually cares about.
the end.
In theory I have to work at both Fuddruckers and Starbucks tomorrow. I don't think that that's going to happen. Or at least not the Fuddruckers part. I'm so sick of working there. I mean, even if I went in tomorrow, I'd be there for like an hour and then they'd send me home because it's Sunday and they're going to be slow as hell. Plus I have to be at the Bucks at 3 and then close the store with Yale, so I'd really like to sleep until, say, 2:30. And sadly, tomorrow is Roeper's graduation, which I will obviously not be attending, my apologies to all of the seniors.
Bartending school is going swimmingly. I enjoy it. I'm so sick of people asking me how old I am and telling me that I won't be able to bartend til the end of the year because they're stupid and don't understand that in Michigan you only have to be 18 to serve it, you just can't drink til you're 21. You should see the number of drinks that I have to memorize before Friday though. It's intense.
Anyways, I suppose I'm going to go lay in bed and put a movie on. It's better than sitting in Andy's basement writing about stupid shit that no one actually cares about.
the end.