What's this? FREE TIME?
Actually, it's an illusion. There's a shitload of stuff I should be doing, but I'd rather dick around on livejournal instead.
Yesterday was...full. Very full. First of all, working in the morning at a Denny's is not my happiest time. For two days in a row now--yesterday and today--I've walked in, worked for about an hour or so, promptly thrown up everything I'd eaten that morning, and then worked the rest of my shift sustaining myself purely on water. This cannot possibly be healthy, but I seriously don't have the willpower to make myself eat in that place. The combination of grease and cigarettes makes me physically ill, and working around food all day makes me very want to see food again. So far my body's been dealing OK (minus the throwing up, which is really mostly nerves) so I guess I'll manage. It's fucked up, though.
The work has been stressing me out a lot, so I think I'm going to try to cut it down to one day a week, at least until school lets out. Je brule la chandelle des deux bouts, as my mother would say, which literally means I'm burning the candle from both ends; that is, the combination of school and work is ultimately going to physically kick my ass. It's already kicking my ass psychologically.
But I managed to get off a little early, so I had some time to prep before prom. Not...that there was a whole lot of prepping to be done, since I pretty much threw on my dress, drew on minimal makeup, and kept my hair down... but it was prepping nonetheless. I'm sad that the rest of my friends' list seems not to have had a great time; I, personally, enjoyed myself. If you can't find yourself a date you're genuinely romantically interested in, I recommend you go with someone with whom you get along well on a platonic level; I had a blast.
We took a million pictures at Sophie's house, including the cheesy corsage-exchanging thing (complete with my "I can't believe I'm fucking posing for this" awkward smile) and sitting on chairs with our dates behind us. I may post pictures on facebook if I ever get the time to breathe. I must say, Ethan was totally pimped out. Cat pleased! Black and white wingtip shoes, long pinstripe suit, fedora, rose as a boutonniere? We looked flyyyyy, man. It was sweet.
We managed to get into Miyako's pretty early, thanks to Doggett's amazing powers of reservations 20 minutes beforehand. We only ended up waiting 15 minutes or so, and ran into a lot of people from Middletown and Linganore who were also going to proms. I saw one of the IB guys there, Matt, who is dating a Linganore girl. It was weird and unexpected! But in any case, dinner was fun and full of lots of witty banter and...big Miyako fire. Mmm, fire. It was fun!
We played hackeysack outside for a while because we were still way early--and when I say, "we", I mean the guys, because any attempts I, Kristin, or Sophie made to play failed miserably. And then some. But in any case, we got to the dance at about 5 minutes after 8, so it was pretty empty, but all the important people were there so it was OK. XD I had a loooovely time seeing everyone and hugging people left and right and squeeing like it was my fucking birthday. Glee! I love to see everyone. There were quite a few skanky dresses at prom, but they were pretty balanced out by those that actually had a measure of class. I think one of the best part of the evenings was when Ethan and I watched this one couple dance for pretty much an entire song, placing bets on when the guy would actually literally get his hand up the girl's crotch. XD It was hilarious.
The dance as a whole was a lot of fun. I think I only sat out about three dances or so, so I was fucking exhausted by the end of it. Phew. Dancing burns calories, man. I think my highlight of the evening, though, was the danceoff. Hooooly shit. Thank god I had a front-row seat for that one, because WIN. It was Matt Kepler and this other kid I'd never seen before--I don't think he goes to our school. But anyway, the other kid was really attractive and clearly gay or bisexual, because he was eyeing up Matt like he wanted to fuck him right there. I, for one, would not have complained. No amount of writing could possibly express the amount of OMG SO FUCKING EROTIC of their blatantly flirtatious danceoff (featuring lots of suggestive moves) so I'll just write down that my evening was complete. Eeee.
Post prom was a little anti-climactic, although I suppose it's understandable. We went to change at Sophie's beforehand, and then I spent the first half hour or so napping with Ethan, Sophie, and Connie. So fucking tired. Sophie's cats had unfortunately given me bad allergies, so I really didn't feel like doing anything except crawling into bed; I ended up coming home around 2:30 or so and did just that. So I at least got in a good 7 hours of sleep before working, which is more than I'd expected.
I'm making money like whoa. After the summer, I'm quitting this job because it'd be too stressful with school, but I'm going to accumulate a shitload before then. Yaaaaay. $$$$$!
Meeting tonight about the hawks nest fest, and then a bunch homework. Eesh. I don't even remember what I have, and I'm afraid to find out. Probably some French journals, math homework, English...something... I don't even remember, Euro Marquis de Sade stuff, and fucking chemistry. AAAAAAH, CHEMISTRY. BANE OF MY LIFE, FOREVER AND ALWAYS. So that'll be my evening tonight, and then tomorrow is more work. But after that, I'm off until.... next Monday! At least! HOORAY! Cat glad.
Phew. I'm going to go get myself something to eat (finally) and then I'm going to take a shower and meet with the IB kids. Puah. Too much to do!
Peace, love, and shaggy hair--
Cat
Yesterday was...full. Very full. First of all, working in the morning at a Denny's is not my happiest time. For two days in a row now--yesterday and today--I've walked in, worked for about an hour or so, promptly thrown up everything I'd eaten that morning, and then worked the rest of my shift sustaining myself purely on water. This cannot possibly be healthy, but I seriously don't have the willpower to make myself eat in that place. The combination of grease and cigarettes makes me physically ill, and working around food all day makes me very want to see food again. So far my body's been dealing OK (minus the throwing up, which is really mostly nerves) so I guess I'll manage. It's fucked up, though.
The work has been stressing me out a lot, so I think I'm going to try to cut it down to one day a week, at least until school lets out. Je brule la chandelle des deux bouts, as my mother would say, which literally means I'm burning the candle from both ends; that is, the combination of school and work is ultimately going to physically kick my ass. It's already kicking my ass psychologically.
But I managed to get off a little early, so I had some time to prep before prom. Not...that there was a whole lot of prepping to be done, since I pretty much threw on my dress, drew on minimal makeup, and kept my hair down... but it was prepping nonetheless. I'm sad that the rest of my friends' list seems not to have had a great time; I, personally, enjoyed myself. If you can't find yourself a date you're genuinely romantically interested in, I recommend you go with someone with whom you get along well on a platonic level; I had a blast.
We took a million pictures at Sophie's house, including the cheesy corsage-exchanging thing (complete with my "I can't believe I'm fucking posing for this" awkward smile) and sitting on chairs with our dates behind us. I may post pictures on facebook if I ever get the time to breathe. I must say, Ethan was totally pimped out. Cat pleased! Black and white wingtip shoes, long pinstripe suit, fedora, rose as a boutonniere? We looked flyyyyy, man. It was sweet.
We managed to get into Miyako's pretty early, thanks to Doggett's amazing powers of reservations 20 minutes beforehand. We only ended up waiting 15 minutes or so, and ran into a lot of people from Middletown and Linganore who were also going to proms. I saw one of the IB guys there, Matt, who is dating a Linganore girl. It was weird and unexpected! But in any case, dinner was fun and full of lots of witty banter and...big Miyako fire. Mmm, fire. It was fun!
We played hackeysack outside for a while because we were still way early--and when I say, "we", I mean the guys, because any attempts I, Kristin, or Sophie made to play failed miserably. And then some. But in any case, we got to the dance at about 5 minutes after 8, so it was pretty empty, but all the important people were there so it was OK. XD I had a loooovely time seeing everyone and hugging people left and right and squeeing like it was my fucking birthday. Glee! I love to see everyone. There were quite a few skanky dresses at prom, but they were pretty balanced out by those that actually had a measure of class. I think one of the best part of the evenings was when Ethan and I watched this one couple dance for pretty much an entire song, placing bets on when the guy would actually literally get his hand up the girl's crotch. XD It was hilarious.
The dance as a whole was a lot of fun. I think I only sat out about three dances or so, so I was fucking exhausted by the end of it. Phew. Dancing burns calories, man. I think my highlight of the evening, though, was the danceoff. Hooooly shit. Thank god I had a front-row seat for that one, because WIN. It was Matt Kepler and this other kid I'd never seen before--I don't think he goes to our school. But anyway, the other kid was really attractive and clearly gay or bisexual, because he was eyeing up Matt like he wanted to fuck him right there. I, for one, would not have complained. No amount of writing could possibly express the amount of OMG SO FUCKING EROTIC of their blatantly flirtatious danceoff (featuring lots of suggestive moves) so I'll just write down that my evening was complete. Eeee.
Post prom was a little anti-climactic, although I suppose it's understandable. We went to change at Sophie's beforehand, and then I spent the first half hour or so napping with Ethan, Sophie, and Connie. So fucking tired. Sophie's cats had unfortunately given me bad allergies, so I really didn't feel like doing anything except crawling into bed; I ended up coming home around 2:30 or so and did just that. So I at least got in a good 7 hours of sleep before working, which is more than I'd expected.
I'm making money like whoa. After the summer, I'm quitting this job because it'd be too stressful with school, but I'm going to accumulate a shitload before then. Yaaaaay. $$$$$!
Meeting tonight about the hawks nest fest, and then a bunch homework. Eesh. I don't even remember what I have, and I'm afraid to find out. Probably some French journals, math homework, English...something... I don't even remember, Euro Marquis de Sade stuff, and fucking chemistry. AAAAAAH, CHEMISTRY. BANE OF MY LIFE, FOREVER AND ALWAYS. So that'll be my evening tonight, and then tomorrow is more work. But after that, I'm off until.... next Monday! At least! HOORAY! Cat glad.
Phew. I'm going to go get myself something to eat (finally) and then I'm going to take a shower and meet with the IB kids. Puah. Too much to do!
Peace, love, and shaggy hair--
Cat