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Figured I would do a quick update before my class; one that isn't about alcohol. Heh.
1) I am sore in all the wrong spots today. Wimpering, bruised, watery-eyed puppy dog kinda pain. Last night was slam city at work. We rang almost $900 in about 5 hours with only me and Will working. To give you an idea - we normally ring about $1200 on a Saturday night with 4 people working. I didn't stop running/moving from 9 until 3 last night. Insane. But I'm making deliciously good money, so I can't complain too much.
2) I'm about to recieve my critiques in my creative writing class on that short story I wrote. I'm nervous as hell. I'm the only one in the class that a)wrote about an "alternative" lifestyle, and b)wrote about something other than a drunk, abusive father or dead puppy. In the critiquing session, we're not allowed to respond to what's being said to us, and everyone's allowed free range to say what they want about the stories. Not feeling too optimistic about this, truth be told.
3) Dr. Dave still hasn't called - should I be worried? Mark came in last night and started to play his "you didn't call me so I stood you up last week" game, and I pretty much just told him to fuck off. I don't have time for people who play games. Especially when it's that kinda BS. What.Ever. I found out that Michael was crazier than even I thought. And I've had 4 offers in the last two days to "party" with different...groups...of guys. Um, no. Just, no. In short, men suck.
4) Eep! Only one week until my b-day, and 5 weeks till graduation. WTF? When did this happen?
5) *sigh* It's so pretty outside and I'm stuck in class all day. I think I'll skip my LGBT class again tonight; just as well - I didn't finish the midterm paper yet. Ah, well. Shit happens.
1) I am sore in all the wrong spots today. Wimpering, bruised, watery-eyed puppy dog kinda pain. Last night was slam city at work. We rang almost $900 in about 5 hours with only me and Will working. To give you an idea - we normally ring about $1200 on a Saturday night with 4 people working. I didn't stop running/moving from 9 until 3 last night. Insane. But I'm making deliciously good money, so I can't complain too much.
2) I'm about to recieve my critiques in my creative writing class on that short story I wrote. I'm nervous as hell. I'm the only one in the class that a)wrote about an "alternative" lifestyle, and b)wrote about something other than a drunk, abusive father or dead puppy. In the critiquing session, we're not allowed to respond to what's being said to us, and everyone's allowed free range to say what they want about the stories. Not feeling too optimistic about this, truth be told.
3) Dr. Dave still hasn't called - should I be worried? Mark came in last night and started to play his "you didn't call me so I stood you up last week" game, and I pretty much just told him to fuck off. I don't have time for people who play games. Especially when it's that kinda BS. What.Ever. I found out that Michael was crazier than even I thought. And I've had 4 offers in the last two days to "party" with different...groups...of guys. Um, no. Just, no. In short, men suck.
4) Eep! Only one week until my b-day, and 5 weeks till graduation. WTF? When did this happen?
5) *sigh* It's so pretty outside and I'm stuck in class all day. I think I'll skip my LGBT class again tonight; just as well - I didn't finish the midterm paper yet. Ah, well. Shit happens.
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I also hope your story critiques go well and nothing bad happens or anything.
Best of luck dude :)
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How was your birthday btw? Everything turn out alright?