All At Once

I probably should write about Wednesday, but it's not worth it. Really, I got some Christmas shopping done and some class work finished. That's all there was to do the day.

Thursday, on the other hand, is a mite bit more important. I guess. You got to question, though, why is it important? It's not like a whole lot happened and that it'll stick out as a day to remember. It just had some exciting tidbits of interaction. Human interaction kind of defines a person....

GOOD GOLLY! WHY AM I SO PHILOSOPHICAL TODAY!?!

STOOOOOOOOOOP!

Alright, so, when I was taking Cara to school, I explained to her that my chemistry professor was pregnant, and that in the class, she told us that she was over 40 weeks pregnant. Okay, I'm not a doctor or anything, but that isn't right. That baby needs to come out. When I walked into class, she was sitting in the chair ready to teach us. I had to text Cara right away and tell her that she still existed in my world. I mean, really? That baby's going to be overcooked.

Afterwards, I simply up and left from class without saying goodbye to Eric. Cara and I ran into each other in the hallways on my way to the computer commons, and Eric eventually caught up with me. He poked me in the shoulder and scolded me for leaving without saying goodbye. Mef. Shut up.

So I printed out the rough draft essay I had to write for the Writing Center, talked to the nicest tutor there. He probably took twice as long to read my essay because we were talking about random things. He passed me anyway, because I can actually write unlike half the dumb shits that participate in the Writing Center. Not like it's optional or anything. I just know I don't belong there.

That there just goes above and beyond self-confidence. Whatever. I give no shits. I'm in a very flippant mood right now. Dunno why, either.

So afterwards I was supposed to pick up Galya from school, I think, and then I wasn't, but I ended up home anyway. And I totally forgot what -

Wait.

No, afterwards I went to the next building into the testing center and took my chemistry test. I feel like I lost at least three points, but otherwise I had a pretty damn good feeling. I forgot some of the things I actually explained to Abbi and Bethany, though. Which made me kind of laugh in my head. Because people would stare at me with varying degrees of expressions if I laughed in the middle of a testing center room. People would think I've lost my marbles. But I know exactly where I keep my marbles.

Ohmydear. What if I just keep those marbles so that I can say that I haven't lost my marbles?

What the fuck am I? A Tumblr nightblogger?

Oh dear. I think I am.

What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?

And I can't stay on the same track!

So I went home. Don't remember what happened at home. J is still afraid of hay, though. Good golly, that rhymes.

If only Jeff could see me now. He'd probably run, and this maybe relationship would be over forever. But I think he likes this sort of shit in a girl. Now that's a guy everyone needs to find. What if I did find the perfect guy? I can only wish right now. Find out later.

Where the fuck am I?

Um.

Right. So, I got to work. And ... well, I was working up front (surprise - not), but my prep was supposed to be bread sticks (which actually was a surprise). But it turned out as time went on that night that Abbi's prep was bread sticks again and I had to prep the front. I don't like the front simply because I have to chop. So I told Jake before he left that I'd take the garbage out for him because I was behind on my prep.

Why, do you ask? Because Ralph and Wes thought of this brilliant idea to break up all these cleaning jobs to the individual workers so that everyone can stay later except the manager and possibly closing driver. I actually kind of forgot how that sentence was supposed to go.

So I had to do all this fucking cleaning - cleaning in places where no one ever cleans, so there's build up in those places that haven't been touched since the fucking tornado. I kid you not. I used the scrubby-do and I still couldn't clean things perfectly. Though it turns out I did a hell of a lot better than anyone else. I think. At least better than Jazmin.

When Abbi was cleaning up in the carry-out area, though, she got a random burst of energy and randomness and was pretending to be a frog or something. I mean, I like frogs, but good golly she was bouncy. It's good to see her like that, though. Usually it's me doing random shit like that. Which is cool, because I don't much mind making a fool out of myself anymore. I've gotten over that little social fear a while ago.

Abbi hurt her wrist sometime the day before, though, so she couldn't roll bread sticks all that well. By the time I finished my prep, about quarter to ten, Abbi was still there.  Because, of course, I told her that I'd bring her home. Because I really, really like doing that. It's more fun,

The only reason I was there so late, though, wasn't even because of dicing. I didn't do that! I found a thing of diced onions and diced green peppers underneath that have been there for who knows how long, but they were still good. So I didn't dice. And I forgot to take out Jake's garbage. Oops. Wes didn't yell at me today about it, so all's good.

We made a bucket list. Abbi and me. We're going to do that stuff. And maybe I'll steal a couple things and do them with Jeff, too. Because those ideas on there are brilliant. I can be brilliant.

OHMYFUCKINGDEAR!!!!!!

Thursday at work, it was brought up that Erich might be leaving us for another job. And in his place, they're probably going to make me a manager. I don't know what to think of that. I don't want to close four nights of the fucking week. I really do have shit to do. Besides, next semester, I don't think I can unless they want me coming in "ASAP" all the time. Tuesday and Thursday, at least.

I totally did not realize the classes ran to 4:55 when I signed up. And I already paid for next semester today, so I can't take it back. Dunno when I'll tell Ralph that I'll need Wednesday off for sure, and possibly Tuesday and Thursday as well. Because Nate's class runs until 5:00 right now, and he doesn't usually work those days. He has them requested off.

Yeah, so, Abbi and I are totally making a box fort at work sometime, especially if I do close. Because. Seriously. We're a pizzeria. We have boxes! Forget pizzas. Boxes are much more amusing.

I kind of got kicked out of Abbi's house at 11:30. But instead of taking North Territorial to Dexter Pinkney, I took it to Riker and home. I didn't realize just how long that route was. Oh well.

And then today....

I woke up and got out of bed about one. Because I can.

I'm starting a lot of sentences with because. Fuck it.

Because of the little amount of time, I just surfed Tumblr and took care of my rabbits. Because  my laptop is an idiot, Tumblr keeps crashing on me. Because ... fuck. I don't know how to do this anymore. Because fuck. Because I don't know how to do this anymore. Because because.

Because lost all fucking meaning.

I'm kinda killing myself over here, man. I'm so fucking hilarious right now.

But anyway, when I went to leave and pick up Galya from school, the car was gone. Not only was my car gone, but the Focus was gone. Which left me with the truck. The only problem with the truck is that I'm not really supposed to drive it and it had two dead deer in the bed. So I didn't know what to do. I called both of my parents, but no one answered. I texted Dad, and he didn't answer me. Eventually Mom got home, and I almost took the Focus despite the fact that the Milan has my hat and shit in it, but Dad texted me back and told me he was almost home.

And Galya and her friend took longer than they thought anyway. I was waiting for them. Pfft. Fuckers.

Nah, not really. All was good. I ended up sitting on the hood of the car as I waited for them. It was a rather nice day.

Galya bought me Nerds.

Yeah, bet you thought I'd say Skittles.

I just found a Skittle on my bedroom floor. I ate it. Thought I ate a Nerd off my floor, too, but I think it was what was once Puddin. I almost puked. Not gonna lie. I seriously thought it was a grape Nerd.

Anyway, Galya and I were barely clocked in when our rush started. Not a bad rush, thank the Air, but it was bad enough that both Matt and Opi took up inside positions like they were a part of the inside crew permanently. Then our backup came, which was when the rush got even worse, and Opi and Matt were able to take their deliveries.

I didn't work phones and carry-out today! I was so happy! I got to work cut table, because I've proved that I'm amazing at the cut table during Halloween, and Sarah took my place on phones. SO HAPPY!

And I got to take two deliveries, too. We had Nate, Matt, Scott, and Amy driving, but one of the deliveries was up at 65 minutes, and it needed to go, so Wes handed me a driver's bank and let me go. I took it, the guy was kind of creepy and winked at me (he was maybe about 60 to 70), but he gave me a nice tip. When I got back, Wes told me that I was taking a delivery to Flemming. I was so confused. Happy, but confused. I really don't know why Nate couldn't take it. Sure, he was taking another delivery, but I totally forget what it was. Even though Nate was in the door before me, I bagged everything up and left before he did.

When I got there, the ladies were so nice. I kind of felt awkward walking up onto their porch, since I couldn't figure out any way else into the building, and I got invited inside. I got to play with their little dog for a while while one of the ladies fished out money from her wallet. She told me that I was really quick, and she thanked me for coming "all the way out" to their house to delivery their pizzas.

I got back to the shop, Wes helped me count my money, and I ended up making $10 in tips from just those two deliveries. I was very happy, to say the least.

And I can't even tell my family about this, because I'm not supposed to be taking deliveries at all.

Alright. Um. What else?

I'm pretty sure Nate just tolerates me most of the time. Though he does start up conversations with me, too, so he still confuses the fuck out of me. He said at one point after everyone but me, him, and Wes were gone that Galya had kinda pissed him off when she said something, but he wouldn't tell us what it was. Then he told Wes that he'd probably tell him later. I butted in, saying, "What, after I leave?" And his response was a smile and, "maybe after, maybe before." Little fucker.

I still like him, though. And I hate it.

Jeff hasn't really texted me much this week at all. I'm kinda afraid and pissed off.

I only have $500 left in my savings after paying for this semester in college. That's just sad. I may have to skip the spring semester and taking summer classes.

I got Wednesday through Sunday off from work! Only problem is, I don't work with Abbi at all this next week. And I have to spend most of those days off with the devil children that is my family. Hopefully I can get some good, quality time in with Jeff. If he still wishes.

Damn these fucking doubts. I fucking hate them. They're the reason I get so angry at myself. Or apathetic. Or just plain sad. What's worse? Being angry at yourself, sad for something you can't fix, or not feeling anything at all?

My Internet keeps crashing on me. No, it's not the connection. It's my laptop. Suddenly it decided it can't handle anything that takes its memory. So Photoshop and the Internet together is a huge no-no. Especially when I have Tumblr open. Which is all of the time.

I think that's all the random shit I need to throw out there. Yup.