Wednesday, Aug. 07, 2002

*shush* I think I'm getting responsible

*shush* I think I'm getting responsible

Well tomorrow is my last day of class. Thank God I just want to get this whole summer class thing over with, it sucks ass y0. My last speech is tomorrow and it has to be persuassive so I am going to do it over how I think my classmates should contribute to the anti smoking campaign. Don't ask how I got that topic because I have no idea. I needed something with like emotion and I think a nasty ass lung is pretty emotional if you ask me.

After tomorrow I can throw an awesome party because I dont have to wake up early ever again. Well not until the 26th which is when fall starts. Then I get to wake up ungodly early but until then I can sleep in all I want because I only work nights. So that's awesome

Work sucked today though. I'm getting better at my job, like at learning things and such but sometimes my manager can be such a bitch. Like today for instance I was there until 10:30 because she was telling some guy how he shouldn't be telling her "No I said how come you don't go down on me." As if that even needed an explanation, I think not. Talk about sexual harassment. Then I got to hear all the damn guys bitching about how they had to close. Then she let a guy go home when there was only 5 people closing the whole store. You don't let someone go home when there are only FIVE FUCKING people closing the store. And you call yourself a MANAGER?!?! Damn whore. Woo that was kinda harsh wasn't it? But I finished my job like at 9:45 then I had to help other people with their jobs because they were too busy bitching to get their's done in a timely fashion. Then, GOD FORBID, we let the people who finish their jobs leave, because you know that might be too nice or something, and we don't want people to know we can be nice. But hey other than her weird lil shenanagins (or whoever you spell it) she can be pretty cool sometimes. And, hey I got paid to help those slow fucks finish their jobs so it wasn't that bad.

I need to work as much as possible because I am in dire need of a damn car. I mean I hate my mom driving me to work and school and back like I am some damn 12 year old. I am 20 for fuck's sake (hah that reminds me of Michael from Queer as Folk "he was in a coma for fuck's sake"). I know I am obsessed. But I really hate it. I hate not being able to go places after work, I hate having a damn time to be ready after school, and I further hate the fact that none of these cars that we are using to get me to and fro have air conditioning. Plus how does someone let their car get so fucked up? Does no one take care of their cars anymore? Its a rather pathetic thing yes it is.

Gosh my friend is off having like the time of her life every night and here I am worrying about cars, worrying about my job, and worrying about school. Why can't I be worry free? I mean I know she has her own worries but she sure does hide them. I feel as if I am so damn old. I mean shit my mom was talking about going to a bar today and I was like "no I can't I have had a rough day at work." My mom wants to party and I want to go home and rest. Does no one else think it should be the other way around but me?

Anyways, enough of my yseless ramble. It's time to go snuggle up with my pillow and call it a night.