Fuck my job
I hate my job...I worked a 12 hour shift yesterday and the maneger was complaining that I couldn't stay longer. Ass hole. Then this morning they call me in to work since the other waitress didn't show up then she did. Why me? They are starting to take advantage of me...not cool...on a happier note, I went to the homecoming dance. It was fun but the music could have been better. Somethings were just weird. That's what they get for hiring an old guy...at the end he played the looney tunes "that's all folks"...not cute.I danced with a lot of people but mostly with James which wasn't that bad. He is the best dancer out of all the boyfriends I have had. I really can't think of too much else to write...actually, i can't think period. Oh yeah, last night james and i went looking for lauren and samir and couldn't find them where they said they would be...not cool... but it's all good since we didn't tell them that we were going. We ended up back at james' house watchign shrek... I don't know what all the talk was about that movie. It was cute but not anything really special to write home about. What's the deal? Oh yeah 3 day countdown!!