Entry #770- Like the last time I committed suicide, social suicide
Work blows. Literally, we blow up balloons. Ba-dum-chish. Sorry, that was a horrible joke. I think my brain rots away in that place.
It is a friday night at 9:20 and I am thinking of going to bed. Because this is the extreme lameness my life has become. I wake up, grudgingly get out of bed, go to school, am doing one of about five different things until I go to bed at night. I am getting disgustingly close to being a robot. *shudders*
But in defense of my work, Steve is being super cool and working around the play schedule (which is really all of my free time and then some time that isn't free) for this week, which is super cool and I wanted to hug him when he told me that. But I didn't, because, um... that would be a tad bit awkward.
Saturday: 9-2 (=waking up early)
Sunday: 2-5
Not too shabby.
It was really eating at me to be selling colored hair spray dye and face paint to fellow RVHS students headed to the game. I really had to fight the urge to pack up and go to the game... it was awful. I'm super upset that I wasn't able to go to my senior homecoming football game. It's weird.
But it makes the fact that I'm going to the dance that much happier.
I have to buy my ticket to the dance at the door... not a big deal, I think I did that freshmen year.
Working out the kinks and whatnot with Ems tomorrow hopefully.
Excitement abounding and soreness setting in.
Manda
It is a friday night at 9:20 and I am thinking of going to bed. Because this is the extreme lameness my life has become. I wake up, grudgingly get out of bed, go to school, am doing one of about five different things until I go to bed at night. I am getting disgustingly close to being a robot. *shudders*
But in defense of my work, Steve is being super cool and working around the play schedule (which is really all of my free time and then some time that isn't free) for this week, which is super cool and I wanted to hug him when he told me that. But I didn't, because, um... that would be a tad bit awkward.
Saturday: 9-2 (=waking up early)
Sunday: 2-5
Not too shabby.
It was really eating at me to be selling colored hair spray dye and face paint to fellow RVHS students headed to the game. I really had to fight the urge to pack up and go to the game... it was awful. I'm super upset that I wasn't able to go to my senior homecoming football game. It's weird.
But it makes the fact that I'm going to the dance that much happier.
I have to buy my ticket to the dance at the door... not a big deal, I think I did that freshmen year.
Working out the kinks and whatnot with Ems tomorrow hopefully.
Excitement abounding and soreness setting in.
Manda