EW!
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
i'm in my basement right now and I can hear all of these drunk jocks who i'm pretty sure I went to highschool with and they are in Kristen's driveway nextdoor. They are yelling and acting a fool and disturbing my night by existing. Seriously, they are so loud there! I wake up at 3, 4, and 5 p.m. to drunk assholes yelling outside my window which is also kristen's driveway! Just now I heard "OHHHH DUDE! We're like BLOOD BROTHERS!". Stupid jocks. I hope your blood brother gives you aids. This is one thing i'll like about moving out, I won't have to see morons that I went to highschool with anymore. I'm not bitter.
It's late for a weeknight but not for a Saturday.
Tonight I spent yet again, another night sitting in my house doing nothing. It's weird, it was actually one of those nights where I felt up to doing something. I called a few people but after declining to go to Ryan Kelly's party and sit in his hot tub I got lazy and ended up arguing with allison about why I didn't want to partake in illegal substances.
I went to The Marquee on Wednesday. It was fun (aside from the fact that we didn't arrive until 2 a.m.!). I went to Josh's afterwards and we both said nice things and mean things as a result of both being incredibly drunk. It was good overall. In a foolish attempt to cure my hangover, we decided to eat kfc. Boy, was that a mistake. I felt disgusting all day and didn't end up eating anything until 1 p.m. the next day.
Work was good today too. Thom was really rambunctous and kept continuiously dumping water on me and shooting mocha syrup. I'm too tired to type coherrent sentences so point form will have to supplement:
-I'm moving in six days. Anyone who can help me will be liked by me.
-I feel like I have less friends
-I'm addicted to Chinquito--the best chocolate drink i've ever tasted in my life
-I've been eating too much fast food
-I feel giddy and silly
Today at work I was so happy, I didn't feel angry at a customer once! I even saw the old man who told me that I was an airhead and joked around with him!
This is a recap of the conversation
*I walked over to fill the sugar canisters and sat at the table next to him*
Mean old man: "Hey, that's a pretty SWEET job you've got there! Get it? SWEET?!"
me: "Yes, I get it. It is a sweet job"
Then he gives me this blank expression and stares at me like I was getting all up in his territory! He needs to understand that if he makes a joke and I AGREE with him, i'm not stealing his joke. Besides, this whole double meaning of "sweet" is so old and stupid. Besides, who says "sweet" anymore besides grade 9 boys and the guys in those gum adds? I'm just sick of fighting with that stupid old man. Plus, yo uknow that he just discovered that teenagers sometimes say "sweet" about something good in life and totally was waiting for an opportunity to use it. Seriously, if he's mean again i'm going to be mad.
Tonight at work Thom, Alex and I played this game where you say famous people and the last laetter of the previous name has to be the first of the following. LIke this: Billy Graha(m) (M)ix Master James. It was fun. When I got "S" I said "Shorty" and they jumped down my throat trying to tell me that "Shorty" isn't a person when in reality, there are soooo many Shorty's out there. Thom said "NOah" (like 40 days and 40 nights Noah) which i think it pretty unfair because I don't ever even think there WAS a noah!
And i'm tired of 15 year old girls ordering lattes or frappachinnos and calling me "hun". Seriously, I think it is the most condesnding term ever. When they say "hun" i always say it back and then they seem mad. Why is it okay for THEM to call ME hun and not for ME to call THEM hun? The only people who can call me "honey" are either an aunt/grandmother, my boyfriend, or an elderly person who comes in to the cafe (expect the "sweet" guy).
I"m really really bored right now! I want to go to a party. But I have a very specific party in mind. One in a really nice house with a pool and girls in bikinis and have Blink 182 or soemthing blaring loudly.
Josh and I took some really cute pictures last night. I want to post them, although i'll have to ask him first. He might read this before I get a chance to ask him. Can we post them, Josh?
Love Love Love, Sarah
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
i'm in my basement right now and I can hear all of these drunk jocks who i'm pretty sure I went to highschool with and they are in Kristen's driveway nextdoor. They are yelling and acting a fool and disturbing my night by existing. Seriously, they are so loud there! I wake up at 3, 4, and 5 p.m. to drunk assholes yelling outside my window which is also kristen's driveway! Just now I heard "OHHHH DUDE! We're like BLOOD BROTHERS!". Stupid jocks. I hope your blood brother gives you aids. This is one thing i'll like about moving out, I won't have to see morons that I went to highschool with anymore. I'm not bitter.
It's late for a weeknight but not for a Saturday.
Tonight I spent yet again, another night sitting in my house doing nothing. It's weird, it was actually one of those nights where I felt up to doing something. I called a few people but after declining to go to Ryan Kelly's party and sit in his hot tub I got lazy and ended up arguing with allison about why I didn't want to partake in illegal substances.
I went to The Marquee on Wednesday. It was fun (aside from the fact that we didn't arrive until 2 a.m.!). I went to Josh's afterwards and we both said nice things and mean things as a result of both being incredibly drunk. It was good overall. In a foolish attempt to cure my hangover, we decided to eat kfc. Boy, was that a mistake. I felt disgusting all day and didn't end up eating anything until 1 p.m. the next day.
Work was good today too. Thom was really rambunctous and kept continuiously dumping water on me and shooting mocha syrup. I'm too tired to type coherrent sentences so point form will have to supplement:
-I'm moving in six days. Anyone who can help me will be liked by me.
-I feel like I have less friends
-I'm addicted to Chinquito--the best chocolate drink i've ever tasted in my life
-I've been eating too much fast food
-I feel giddy and silly
Today at work I was so happy, I didn't feel angry at a customer once! I even saw the old man who told me that I was an airhead and joked around with him!
This is a recap of the conversation
*I walked over to fill the sugar canisters and sat at the table next to him*
Mean old man: "Hey, that's a pretty SWEET job you've got there! Get it? SWEET?!"
me: "Yes, I get it. It is a sweet job"
Then he gives me this blank expression and stares at me like I was getting all up in his territory! He needs to understand that if he makes a joke and I AGREE with him, i'm not stealing his joke. Besides, this whole double meaning of "sweet" is so old and stupid. Besides, who says "sweet" anymore besides grade 9 boys and the guys in those gum adds? I'm just sick of fighting with that stupid old man. Plus, yo uknow that he just discovered that teenagers sometimes say "sweet" about something good in life and totally was waiting for an opportunity to use it. Seriously, if he's mean again i'm going to be mad.
Tonight at work Thom, Alex and I played this game where you say famous people and the last laetter of the previous name has to be the first of the following. LIke this: Billy Graha(m) (M)ix Master James. It was fun. When I got "S" I said "Shorty" and they jumped down my throat trying to tell me that "Shorty" isn't a person when in reality, there are soooo many Shorty's out there. Thom said "NOah" (like 40 days and 40 nights Noah) which i think it pretty unfair because I don't ever even think there WAS a noah!
And i'm tired of 15 year old girls ordering lattes or frappachinnos and calling me "hun". Seriously, I think it is the most condesnding term ever. When they say "hun" i always say it back and then they seem mad. Why is it okay for THEM to call ME hun and not for ME to call THEM hun? The only people who can call me "honey" are either an aunt/grandmother, my boyfriend, or an elderly person who comes in to the cafe (expect the "sweet" guy).
I"m really really bored right now! I want to go to a party. But I have a very specific party in mind. One in a really nice house with a pool and girls in bikinis and have Blink 182 or soemthing blaring loudly.
Josh and I took some really cute pictures last night. I want to post them, although i'll have to ask him first. He might read this before I get a chance to ask him. Can we post them, Josh?
Love Love Love, Sarah
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