pool table sore and drunk chessplayers
hey there. i'm super stressed otu because all of those stupid finals are between two days. :( some hold me and tell me it'll be okay.he he, just kidding. sorta. i want to take a vacation. I think maybe i'll take off this spring semester and then go back to school in the summer. so i sold our pool table to my co-worker, sarah. and she lives across town. alone we carried this really heavy table up her nasty stairs to her apartment and i smashed my hand on the corner of the railing. and it was dripping blood and this nasty flap of skin was hanging. i almsot died. sarah freaked out when she say it. she's like...do you want a band-aid or something? anyways, i worked the next day and since i wash and then sanitized my hands on the average of 50 times every day i work...(i need a lot of lotion at night) the ouchy healed really fast. you can barely see it. but it still really, really hurts. like i bruised it pretty bad but there's no sign of one. anyways, happy st. patty's day everyone! yesterday was butch's birthday(my step dad for those of you who don't know) and so amy and i went and bought chinese and cheesecake and put it in my mom's van so that my mom and butch could have a candlelit dinner on their break, since they both had to work all day.
In the club house across the street the neighborhood plays chess every thursday night and sometimes i see this old guy sitting in there all by himself when nobody else shows up, just playing by himself and i feel really bad and i wanted to go play with him, but i was really busy. so me and amy have planned to go tomorrow night and play with them. i don't know any of them except for the lady next to use who is always completely drunk. i don't think she plays chess though. At around ten at night you can hear her dropping all of her alcohol bottles in her recepticle outside. it's sorta funny to have a conversation with her. she talks to the person about themselves in third person...like i'll tell her where i work and she be like.."so, that girl's been working at denny's for about a year now, huh?" it's funny. anyways, i'm starving and i'm sick of being at school for 7 hours. i'm leaving early today.xoxoxox
In the club house across the street the neighborhood plays chess every thursday night and sometimes i see this old guy sitting in there all by himself when nobody else shows up, just playing by himself and i feel really bad and i wanted to go play with him, but i was really busy. so me and amy have planned to go tomorrow night and play with them. i don't know any of them except for the lady next to use who is always completely drunk. i don't think she plays chess though. At around ten at night you can hear her dropping all of her alcohol bottles in her recepticle outside. it's sorta funny to have a conversation with her. she talks to the person about themselves in third person...like i'll tell her where i work and she be like.."so, that girl's been working at denny's for about a year now, huh?" it's funny. anyways, i'm starving and i'm sick of being at school for 7 hours. i'm leaving early today.xoxoxox