Making New Resolutions A Hundred Times
Wow. A lot has happened since I wrote last. A LOT.
I GOT INTO COLLEGE I NO LONGER HAVE TO CARE ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL. How wonderful is that? FREAKING WONDERFUL I DON'T CARE I'M GOING TO COLLGE. So I suppose you want to know where? Welllll... Austin College, Baylor, and University of Illinois. Take that America and my parents and my teachers and english IVAP and calculus and all the other classes I don't need to graduate. Austin College offered me $28,000 to attend their school but I do not feel that Austin College in Sherman, TX is the place for me to attend. Why? Because it's located in po-dunk USA. Not what I want. Right now, the greatest contender is U of I, for obvious reasons, the top reason being it isn't located anywhere near Texas. Excellent. You have no idea how many times a day I tell people that I'm going to college, I'm 18, and I do whatever I want. I'm dead serious about this. People don't believe me, but I'm not joking. I'm going to college. And I cannot wait. So, because of this, I have resolved to kick back and have a little fun. The kind of fun on-level people have. I mean not that my life isn't fun now, but I want to enjoy irresponsibility while I can still get away with it. I'll have to be more responsible in college and so I'm going to get away with what I can now, who's going to do it with me? I invite everyone.
I got a new job. I'm so thrilled. I'm a waitress at Pappasito's. It's hard but I love it. I think once I get the hang of it, it will be so far and beyond anything Randall's could have ever offered me. I make $2.13 an hour. And I love it! How great is that? They have really high standards for everyone and everything and I think that it's so wonderful. And the guys I work with, are hot. I mean, hands down. Let me start with the Kitchen Manager. There is one in particular who epitomizes tall, dark, and handsome. I did a training shift with him where he would ask me to identify food and I just didn't know what to do because all I could identify was the fact that he is beautiful and speaks fluent spanish. Fluent. Beyond fluent. It's like he invited the language. Now, I speak a significant amount of spanish. I might not be as proficient as I used to be, nor can I understand when people talk quickly, but I get what's beign said. So, after the shift, he said something to the cooks that ended in 'bonita', which means beautiful, and they all looked at me and smiled and said something back. I was like, wait, what just happened? You are so cute. And then he shook my hand and quizzed me on when the next time he would see me was. I was like, I don't know, you are so cute. The restaurant also has this policy, because the Earth is a horrible place to live, we have to have someone walk us (the females) out to our cars. Makes sense and really, even though I'm stubborn, independent, and intimidating (right Michael?), I like that they do that. So tonight, after working 13 hours, I was like, Who's taking me out to my car? Andl ike 4 guys, 2 cute, 2 kind of older, volunteered; however, none of them ended up taking me because one of the female hostesses was going home too and we walked out together. So, because I have realized that waiting for Mr. Right isn't worth it because I don't know what my Mr. Right is even like because I have spent too much time looking for Mr. Right and not enough time eliminating possible Mr. Rights. Does that make sense? Let me explain further. I think I spend too much time finding the exact person I'm going to marry and don't allow the process of elimination to take place. How do I know what I want if I haven't experienced much? Let me tell you: I don't know what I want. At all. I want to find out. So I'm just going to go balls out, not in a slutty way, just in a fun way. Like, oh, you're cute, seem smart, and might have good manners, let's go out sometime. Say we go out, I discover he's quite dumb and has no knowledge of current events and doesn't put his napkin in his lap. Obviously, he's not a contender for a second date because he doesn't fit the basic qualifications. I want to stop focusing on finding a husband and start focusing on having a good time and enjoying the place I'm at in my life. So I have resolved to date more. I don't know how I'm going to do this, but it will happen. They don't forbid dating at my new job, so, cute KM here I come! Maybe. I don't know how hold he is. Age shouldn't be that big of a deal. I think he can drink, which makes him at least 21. I'd like this to work out. Superficially, he's perfect!
So. I still have NO CLUE who is taking me to prom. Someone needs to step up. I'm an amazing dancer. Amazing. I am mistaken for the darkest shade of white there is. I am that close to being black in regard to my dance moves (Rach-did you see that glorious grammar?). Last night was Rachie's birthday party. It was fun. We blindfolded her and made her wave, from the car, at bushes by telling her they were cars. It was pretty funny. Overall, it was fun, the cake was good, Rach was surprised, and I think she had fun. We played Apples to Apples forever. Then we passed out. Like I am about to do. I am going to go drink some pink beautification of the human spirit, also known as wine in the white zinfandel flavor, take a shower, and go straight to bed. I will not pass go, I will not collect $200. If I don't go now, I will continue to ramble as my spirit has already been beautified. Happy Sunday. The rest of the year will fly by because I can't wait to go to college!
I GOT INTO COLLEGE I NO LONGER HAVE TO CARE ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL. How wonderful is that? FREAKING WONDERFUL I DON'T CARE I'M GOING TO COLLGE. So I suppose you want to know where? Welllll... Austin College, Baylor, and University of Illinois. Take that America and my parents and my teachers and english IVAP and calculus and all the other classes I don't need to graduate. Austin College offered me $28,000 to attend their school but I do not feel that Austin College in Sherman, TX is the place for me to attend. Why? Because it's located in po-dunk USA. Not what I want. Right now, the greatest contender is U of I, for obvious reasons, the top reason being it isn't located anywhere near Texas. Excellent. You have no idea how many times a day I tell people that I'm going to college, I'm 18, and I do whatever I want. I'm dead serious about this. People don't believe me, but I'm not joking. I'm going to college. And I cannot wait. So, because of this, I have resolved to kick back and have a little fun. The kind of fun on-level people have. I mean not that my life isn't fun now, but I want to enjoy irresponsibility while I can still get away with it. I'll have to be more responsible in college and so I'm going to get away with what I can now, who's going to do it with me? I invite everyone.
I got a new job. I'm so thrilled. I'm a waitress at Pappasito's. It's hard but I love it. I think once I get the hang of it, it will be so far and beyond anything Randall's could have ever offered me. I make $2.13 an hour. And I love it! How great is that? They have really high standards for everyone and everything and I think that it's so wonderful. And the guys I work with, are hot. I mean, hands down. Let me start with the Kitchen Manager. There is one in particular who epitomizes tall, dark, and handsome. I did a training shift with him where he would ask me to identify food and I just didn't know what to do because all I could identify was the fact that he is beautiful and speaks fluent spanish. Fluent. Beyond fluent. It's like he invited the language. Now, I speak a significant amount of spanish. I might not be as proficient as I used to be, nor can I understand when people talk quickly, but I get what's beign said. So, after the shift, he said something to the cooks that ended in 'bonita', which means beautiful, and they all looked at me and smiled and said something back. I was like, wait, what just happened? You are so cute. And then he shook my hand and quizzed me on when the next time he would see me was. I was like, I don't know, you are so cute. The restaurant also has this policy, because the Earth is a horrible place to live, we have to have someone walk us (the females) out to our cars. Makes sense and really, even though I'm stubborn, independent, and intimidating (right Michael?), I like that they do that. So tonight, after working 13 hours, I was like, Who's taking me out to my car? Andl ike 4 guys, 2 cute, 2 kind of older, volunteered; however, none of them ended up taking me because one of the female hostesses was going home too and we walked out together. So, because I have realized that waiting for Mr. Right isn't worth it because I don't know what my Mr. Right is even like because I have spent too much time looking for Mr. Right and not enough time eliminating possible Mr. Rights. Does that make sense? Let me explain further. I think I spend too much time finding the exact person I'm going to marry and don't allow the process of elimination to take place. How do I know what I want if I haven't experienced much? Let me tell you: I don't know what I want. At all. I want to find out. So I'm just going to go balls out, not in a slutty way, just in a fun way. Like, oh, you're cute, seem smart, and might have good manners, let's go out sometime. Say we go out, I discover he's quite dumb and has no knowledge of current events and doesn't put his napkin in his lap. Obviously, he's not a contender for a second date because he doesn't fit the basic qualifications. I want to stop focusing on finding a husband and start focusing on having a good time and enjoying the place I'm at in my life. So I have resolved to date more. I don't know how I'm going to do this, but it will happen. They don't forbid dating at my new job, so, cute KM here I come! Maybe. I don't know how hold he is. Age shouldn't be that big of a deal. I think he can drink, which makes him at least 21. I'd like this to work out. Superficially, he's perfect!
So. I still have NO CLUE who is taking me to prom. Someone needs to step up. I'm an amazing dancer. Amazing. I am mistaken for the darkest shade of white there is. I am that close to being black in regard to my dance moves (Rach-did you see that glorious grammar?). Last night was Rachie's birthday party. It was fun. We blindfolded her and made her wave, from the car, at bushes by telling her they were cars. It was pretty funny. Overall, it was fun, the cake was good, Rach was surprised, and I think she had fun. We played Apples to Apples forever. Then we passed out. Like I am about to do. I am going to go drink some pink beautification of the human spirit, also known as wine in the white zinfandel flavor, take a shower, and go straight to bed. I will not pass go, I will not collect $200. If I don't go now, I will continue to ramble as my spirit has already been beautified. Happy Sunday. The rest of the year will fly by because I can't wait to go to college!