funfetti
This is gonna be a really random entry, but I'll probably be up all night so I need to ramble. I just ate my last piece of funfetti cake. That was awesome. I knew if I didn't eat the last one, somebody else would and its rude to eat the last piece.
Last night I worked my first day at Sonic(Thank you Caroline for the suggestion). I think it will be alright. I had to make drinks and ice cream and all that shit which is kinda crazy cause everybody orders ice cream, especially later at night. So so far so good, but I wanna be a carhop already and not be stuck inside. It feels weird to be starting ANOTHER job since I had just started IHOP too but those IHOP folks were out of their mind. Its gonna be scary having to go up there and get my check from them but I'm gonna have to since I'll definitely need that money for rent. This weekend I work 8 to close every night at Sonic which is okay but hopefully I'll be able to leave by 12:30 which isn't really late so I can still go out and whatnot. Jessica's parents are gonna be here tomorrow and the next day. I'm kind of scared they'll see things they shouldn't and we think we're alcoholics and crackheads and whatever else. But they probably won't be around here that much since they're staying at a hotel.
I'm pretty sure I failed my math test today. It took me a while to take it too. I wish I was good at math; I really do. I hate going to my history class now too. One of the rednecks always draws on me and kicks my shoe off and plays lame ass middle school flirting games with me. He's so annoying.
I tried to take a nap earlier since I got very little sleep last night and I love how EVERYBODY calls me when I'm asleep. I don't think people call me when I'm awake. Its like they know I'm trying to sleep.
Gabe sent me a text message earlier saying that he was kidding about having my wallet and that he was sorry for not answering my calls last weekend. I respect him enough for actually apologizing but I don't know if I believe him now and he's such a little boy because he always has to have the last good word. He's always been the one that has to hang up first, says he's gotta go, be right, and have so much pride and such and such, if that makes any sense.
Tomorrow is my little sister's birthday. She'll be 10. I'd send her a card but she won't care cause they'll be no money in it and no kid is gonna wanna read a card with no money. I still do that today; I don't get excited unless there's money in it.
I'm so OCD and weird about stuff. Like my Tiffany's ring that my ex-stepmom bought me in 8th grade and have been wearing ever since then. I rarely ever take it off even though it turns my finger nearly purple sometimes and leaves a circular blister and everything. Its just that when I get so used to things I can't let go of them and this ring always reminds me of her and how she just randomly disappeared from my life in 8th grade when her and my dad got divorced. It just makes me wonder think what ever happened to her and why I've never seen her once since then. It was hard for me then because my parents had been divorced nearly my entire life and then after my dad married my stepmom and I saw them get divorced, it was almost like my own parents getting divorced since I hadn't experienced it before. But back to my weird pack-rat-ness, I do the same with clothes too. Like sometimes I won't get rid of a shirt even though I know I'll never wear it again but if I remember wearing it at a specific event or time that was meaningful to me, then I have to keep it. And those bracelets I wear during the summer and leave on until they fall off- I'm weird about those too. But I'm not talking about just hanging on to stuff but also how I get weird about karma and fate and stuff like that. I won't talk about something that hasn't happened to me yet if its something bad because I'm afraid it will and I always have to knock on wood and if I'm late somewhere for some unknown reason that I didn't expect or if I don't wake up when I need to, then I usually brush it off and say "oh well I don't guess I'm supposed to be there anyway" which explains my bad school attendance. I swear one day I will be a crazy ass old woman and I'll still be wearing my Tiffany's ring, thread bracelets, knocking on wood, skipping my self-help classes at the nursing home and I'll still have every shirt I owned when I was 17 and on and probably my hand-print tshirts from kindergarten too.
Okay well I'm done rambling for the moment.