Saturday, April 17, 2004

'Your soul is like a chasm that pierces my heart'
Is that romantic, or threatening? ~points at title~

I don't know. I want to use it for something. .. anyway..

I feel more wakeful than I probably should; the urge to paint is horribly livid on my mind, but if I force myself to stay up all night to do this stuff again, I'll die at BESM tomorrow. Sleeping is good for you, I hear.

Maybe I should try it.

I worked a long shift today, eight and a half hours. My job consists of working at Orange Julius in Tillicum Mall for 8 bucks an hour. (Some of you may think eight bucks an hour is reasonable. But thats minimum wage in BC, and it hardly pays bills. -_-;)

I don't mind my job.. it's alright. I work hard. I want to build a house with my fiance in a few years, and we want to get married next summer, but can't really declare it until we know whether or not we'll have enough to do it. So I've been stashing away all I get thats extra (sometimes it's not much, but I've given him as much as I can. I think it's beem like, 900 dollars now, over the course of five months. Birthday money, christmas stuff, and all I can.)

^_^

Anyway, today I got written up for not remembering to put out damned straws on my last closing shift. I also forgot to go down to the storage room to get more bananas. And although I did a bunch of backups in the morning, it wasn't enough.

Ee.. I'm not so good at that, I guess. And I cried at work. Which is horribly humiliating.

After Diane (boss) went home, the shift was alright. Steven came in, and I was generally irritated, so I just slacked off and only did what was necessary. She made me feel really stupid, I guess, and thats really not something I find to be appropriate.

Rob paid me back today. Woot. Now I can buy.. a loaf of bread! Woo!

Laugh if you must. I miss toast. ;_;

Heh. I sound bitchy, but my mood is great. I love BESM, and even though D&D is cancelled tomorrow, it should be fun to meet up with everyone again. I don't think Amber's coming back online.

Well, it's one thirty am. I really shouldn't expect that anyway.

..God.. I have SO many ideas for plotlines and stories.. I just.. gotta get them out. But not now. No. Now I sleep.

Yeah. Bed. Why not. People do that a lot.

People seem to like it.

I guess I'll try it.

Man, this'll be the first night in a month I've slept for more than five hours in a night. 0.0

(Thanks for the comment on my story, Xavier. ^_^ I don't share many of the ones I write myself...)

Music: And One: Get you Closer
Mood: Too wakeful to be human
Thought: Toast. Only toast.

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