Muah ha ha ha ha ha!!!

Look at me, I can make Icons. Look at me, doing Icons can I. Whoohoot! My eyes are going all @@ right now, but dammit, it was worth it for this icon. Now all of you comment and tell me how much you love it. Do it dammit!!! La la la. Icons are fun. It's not an addiction. Three months to find a working file for this icon! And I did it!! I did it!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Worky worky, oh how art thou sucketh.

Okay, so Stacey axing herself, plus. Working more, plus. Getting much more money, big plus. Having to work for said money, major downer. Guh. I'm wiped. It's not like it's a hard job or anything, but it can be pretty high-paced and at the maxed-out stress level at times. And I sometimes wanna kill the servers. But not nearly as much as when they try to imply that our job is so easy. (I'm a host). If it weren't for us, the restaurant really wouldn't be working so well, now would it? Grr. I'm in an anti-stupid-people mood tonight. But there are so many of them, aren't there. It's such a pitty. Well our clientelle don't exactly help much either. We cater more towards rich bastard type people. And they're almost never nice. At least not these people. Ugh. Sometimes, I'm tellin ya, I understand why people climb belltowers.

In other news, did you notice my icon? I'm so proud of it. I think I need to get out more often...

erm, there was a buncha other stuff I was gonna post, but now I've forgotten. Oh yeah. Some man should come and dance with me like that *sigh* *double sigh* Muh, yeah. Oh, does anyone want to do my homework for me? I'll pay in sexual favors and/or chocolate. Yeah. O.o tomorrow's Sunday. I don't have to wake up. At all. \o/ And the peasants rejoice: yay. Notice that's peasants, not peacocks. Heehee...peacocks. Man I need sleep. *looks longlingly at the bed* *runs away and belly flops into it*

Oh Shit!

This is week 8 of school. Meaning there's only this week and two weeks left. MEANING that my Art History final Paper is due next Monday, my History and Cog Psych papers are due the following Tuesday *and* my final project for Soc Psych is due in class a week from next Wednesday. Shit shit shit shit shit shit!!!

*sniffle*

Ya know, I think it's impossible to watch Father of the Bride and not get all misty-eyed.

Meh?

Okay, so I get online in a chat room and this guy IMs me. We've been talking for a while now, and he just asked me out...erm? What the hell is going on around here? It's a world gone mad. And we all know my past history with cyber-dudes *shudders*