I want some coffee....
So this morning I went into work at 9:30 and opened the store. Michael was supposed to come in at 11:00. He got there at like 12:45. I sold $175 worth of sub sandwiches by myself. That's such a good time, let me tell you. It wasn't even his fault, he had arranged something with the hiring manager Carlos for Carlos to be there until he had come in. When Michael called Carlos to ask what had happened, Carlos was like oh, oops, I forgot. What the hell is that? You'd think grown adults could be a little more responsible. I got off at 3 and slept for a couple hours, then did some homework and stuff. I'm going to take pictures with Brandon tomorrow. It was getting too dark and cold on friday so we played monopoly with Bailey and Martin at Bread Co. instead.
I have to go to church tomorrow. Damn. Oh well. My algebra class is full of preppy kids or kids who aren't cool enough to be preppy but they try anyways. Or they're the kind of kids who play D&D with thier friends on friday nights, only guys though, there's nothing but preppy girls. Oh and a few black guys but they don't talk to wierd white girls like me. LoL. Actually they seemed rather nice, one guy told me the picture in my binder of me and Brandon was cute. So I'm the class badass, which is funny because I always joke about being a badass but in that class I actually am. It's really fun to get to be the badass, I've never gotten to do that before. I mean that's a hard job to live up to. You have to make sure you have your eyeliner on and give cold questioning looks to anyone who looks at you. You must wear combat boots at least once a week. You can't smile, only smirk. You must always have done something completely crazy the weekend before to share with anyone who dares ask. What an honored position in a highschool classroom. Feared by most, loved by few, respected by one.
LoL. That was the most ridiculous bullshit I've ever written on here.
I have to go to church tomorrow. Damn. Oh well. My algebra class is full of preppy kids or kids who aren't cool enough to be preppy but they try anyways. Or they're the kind of kids who play D&D with thier friends on friday nights, only guys though, there's nothing but preppy girls. Oh and a few black guys but they don't talk to wierd white girls like me. LoL. Actually they seemed rather nice, one guy told me the picture in my binder of me and Brandon was cute. So I'm the class badass, which is funny because I always joke about being a badass but in that class I actually am. It's really fun to get to be the badass, I've never gotten to do that before. I mean that's a hard job to live up to. You have to make sure you have your eyeliner on and give cold questioning looks to anyone who looks at you. You must wear combat boots at least once a week. You can't smile, only smirk. You must always have done something completely crazy the weekend before to share with anyone who dares ask. What an honored position in a highschool classroom. Feared by most, loved by few, respected by one.
LoL. That was the most ridiculous bullshit I've ever written on here.