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WHO JUST WON A COOL SIXTY BUCKS?
Go on, guess.
Guess!
It's ME, you silly!
Of course, I spent it all on CDs and milkshakes, but that's not the point. The point is I won.
Today was work. It was okay; we were really busy for some reason, which was stressful but prosperous. I waited on my violin teacher's friend/accompanist/pupil's mother, and her friend, who looked like Sylvia Plath only happier and prettier and, well, living. I also waited on some guy from IMS (he graduated before I started there, but Pants knew him) and his girlfriend, which was very awkward and not fun (although they did tip pretty well). I hate waiting on young couples. They're always self-concious and shy and unfriendly, and you always feel like you're intruding when you talk to them. (Of course, it didn't help that the guy was pretty cute, despite his apparent physical inability to smile.) Juan and Lauren were the two other servers this morning, which they usually are on Mondays, which is also pretty stressful because they're both pretty hardcore server people. They're always correcting me and doing stuff that I should be doing. It's unnerving. Particularly Juan; it seems like he's always doing my job- bussing my tables, taking my food out, helping my customers- which I suppose is just him trying to be helpful but isn't really that necessary. I mean, most of the time I was just about to do what he swoops in and does instead. He kind of gets on my nerves anyway. I continue to be amazed at how not attracted I am to someone that hot. I guess it means I'm not shallow and superficial after all. 'Cause man, that boy is annoying as hell sometimes.
Then after work I went to the library to wait for Dad to pick me up. On the way there I stopped by the ice cream shop, and spent a considerable amount of time there before bravely exiting before I could give in to temptation. Then I went home and ate pie for lunch. But the point is, I resisted the ice cream place. That's the point, see.
Anyway. I have a paper to write (I have come to accept that the universe simply will not allow me to start my papers any sooner than Monday night, so I figure, why fight it?), so I should really get going. So, until we meet again...keep it real, d00ds.
Go on, guess.
Guess!
It's ME, you silly!
Of course, I spent it all on CDs and milkshakes, but that's not the point. The point is I won.
Today was work. It was okay; we were really busy for some reason, which was stressful but prosperous. I waited on my violin teacher's friend/accompanist/pupil's mother, and her friend, who looked like Sylvia Plath only happier and prettier and, well, living. I also waited on some guy from IMS (he graduated before I started there, but Pants knew him) and his girlfriend, which was very awkward and not fun (although they did tip pretty well). I hate waiting on young couples. They're always self-concious and shy and unfriendly, and you always feel like you're intruding when you talk to them. (Of course, it didn't help that the guy was pretty cute, despite his apparent physical inability to smile.) Juan and Lauren were the two other servers this morning, which they usually are on Mondays, which is also pretty stressful because they're both pretty hardcore server people. They're always correcting me and doing stuff that I should be doing. It's unnerving. Particularly Juan; it seems like he's always doing my job- bussing my tables, taking my food out, helping my customers- which I suppose is just him trying to be helpful but isn't really that necessary. I mean, most of the time I was just about to do what he swoops in and does instead. He kind of gets on my nerves anyway. I continue to be amazed at how not attracted I am to someone that hot. I guess it means I'm not shallow and superficial after all. 'Cause man, that boy is annoying as hell sometimes.
Then after work I went to the library to wait for Dad to pick me up. On the way there I stopped by the ice cream shop, and spent a considerable amount of time there before bravely exiting before I could give in to temptation. Then I went home and ate pie for lunch. But the point is, I resisted the ice cream place. That's the point, see.
Anyway. I have a paper to write (I have come to accept that the universe simply will not allow me to start my papers any sooner than Monday night, so I figure, why fight it?), so I should really get going. So, until we meet again...keep it real, d00ds.