I like telling stories in this...
This week looks promising with all of the work that I have to pass in. Oh, yes, the quarter is ending and everyone, yours truly included, must rush to pass in everything before it's counted as a zero. The fun never ends, does it? High school just keeps you on your feet everyday.
GAH!
My bank stole $123.11 from me and now I have a lovely negative balance. My mom's birthday is Friday and Ryan's is nexg week... or the week after and I have no money. POO! I have to wait two more weeks until I can get paid again. This bites the big one.
In other news, Sean is like a Bowflex.
I have to pass in my sholarship information tomorrow to the school. My resume is in my computer somewhere and I need to print it soon, once I finish typing this out.
Walking to work today was an adventure, and when I say "adventure" I really mean that it's something that I could have done without. No one decided that shoveling the sidewalk was a good idea, so they decided not to do it. What they didn't realize is that we regular people, who have no cars, must walk the streets and brave the slippery ice. Now, this is a feat in itself when one is wearing sneakers and not those lovely winter boots. Thus, I was lucky enough to travel for half an hour, slipping and sliding across the frozen and deadly streets of Malden, to my place of work, the Linden School. Dun Dun DUN! Yes, that's right, kiddies. The dreaded Linden School, home to those evil, evil little rude bastard children that should be on posters for reasons to take birth control. When I arrived, I found out that I only had to stay around for half an hour and give a presentation. Well, I was a little put out, but then again I didn't have to work with the assholes, so it made up for it somewhat. My co-worker never showed up and he was the only one who knew what we were supposed to be doing. I had to wing everything. THAT was fun. Afterwards, I had the wonderful experience of walking BACK home for another half an hour. Fun day.
My body has just stopped being all achey from this weekend. I'm so out of shape. I have to start doing those videos soon. No, I'm not work-out obsessed or concerned about my weight. It just sounds like it.
I'm in the mood for lovin'.
GAH!
My bank stole $123.11 from me and now I have a lovely negative balance. My mom's birthday is Friday and Ryan's is nexg week... or the week after and I have no money. POO! I have to wait two more weeks until I can get paid again. This bites the big one.
In other news, Sean is like a Bowflex.
I have to pass in my sholarship information tomorrow to the school. My resume is in my computer somewhere and I need to print it soon, once I finish typing this out.
Walking to work today was an adventure, and when I say "adventure" I really mean that it's something that I could have done without. No one decided that shoveling the sidewalk was a good idea, so they decided not to do it. What they didn't realize is that we regular people, who have no cars, must walk the streets and brave the slippery ice. Now, this is a feat in itself when one is wearing sneakers and not those lovely winter boots. Thus, I was lucky enough to travel for half an hour, slipping and sliding across the frozen and deadly streets of Malden, to my place of work, the Linden School. Dun Dun DUN! Yes, that's right, kiddies. The dreaded Linden School, home to those evil, evil little rude bastard children that should be on posters for reasons to take birth control. When I arrived, I found out that I only had to stay around for half an hour and give a presentation. Well, I was a little put out, but then again I didn't have to work with the assholes, so it made up for it somewhat. My co-worker never showed up and he was the only one who knew what we were supposed to be doing. I had to wing everything. THAT was fun. Afterwards, I had the wonderful experience of walking BACK home for another half an hour. Fun day.
My body has just stopped being all achey from this weekend. I'm so out of shape. I have to start doing those videos soon. No, I'm not work-out obsessed or concerned about my weight. It just sounds like it.
I'm in the mood for lovin'.