Drinking, Worrying, Working, and Not Caring
Well last night was pretty fun. I hadn't drank in about a month, and now apparently me having 4 drinks is the equivalent to me having 8 shots a month ago. I don't think I had any ridiculous emotional outbursts, which is positive for everyone. I remember discussing whether or not it is possible to be allergic to cat semen, and that such allergies could cause homosexuality among women. I hope no one who has my livejournal URL is judgemental...
Anyways, work saddens me. A chick who recently quit came in and is having a hard time, so I'm pretty worried about her. I really hope she's okay.
And another guy had his last shift today. And this other guy who I get along with really well is leaving soon, too. Oh well. I guess that's to be expected.
Heh I also have to make cookies for a customer who comes into the store every day, because his birthday is Monday. I told him I would. I don't think there are many people in his life who will be there on his birthday; he seems pretty lonely.
I'm so excited for the Jason Mraz concert! I can't wait. Amanda told me that it was one of the best concerts she's ever been to. I'm assuming it won't be as good as Green Day, but still, come on now, it's Jason Mraz...
I've noticed that since getting out of high school, I don't care nearly as much about what people think of me. Like, today I woke up hungover as fuck, and I had to go to work. I put on the most unflattering sweatshirt, tied back my hair, and went to work. When I had to go to work last year after a night of substance abuse, I'd exert all this extra energy trying to look up to par with my usual standards. But this morning, I didn't even care, not even when these 2 guys I work with started laughing at my previously shitfaced state. I had a goal over the summer to mature, but then I sort of forgot about it. But, looking back, I think it might have happened anyways. I guess it happens to everyone after high school, or most people, anyways.
Anyways, work saddens me. A chick who recently quit came in and is having a hard time, so I'm pretty worried about her. I really hope she's okay.
And another guy had his last shift today. And this other guy who I get along with really well is leaving soon, too. Oh well. I guess that's to be expected.
Heh I also have to make cookies for a customer who comes into the store every day, because his birthday is Monday. I told him I would. I don't think there are many people in his life who will be there on his birthday; he seems pretty lonely.
I'm so excited for the Jason Mraz concert! I can't wait. Amanda told me that it was one of the best concerts she's ever been to. I'm assuming it won't be as good as Green Day, but still, come on now, it's Jason Mraz...
I've noticed that since getting out of high school, I don't care nearly as much about what people think of me. Like, today I woke up hungover as fuck, and I had to go to work. I put on the most unflattering sweatshirt, tied back my hair, and went to work. When I had to go to work last year after a night of substance abuse, I'd exert all this extra energy trying to look up to par with my usual standards. But this morning, I didn't even care, not even when these 2 guys I work with started laughing at my previously shitfaced state. I had a goal over the summer to mature, but then I sort of forgot about it. But, looking back, I think it might have happened anyways. I guess it happens to everyone after high school, or most people, anyways.