Friday, November 6

i'm kind of tired, but it hasn't really hit me yet

sitting here in my chik-fil-a uniform...wanting to take my socks off, but being merciful to those in the general vicinity. work goes by fast with the awesome people I work with. there's mary and melmo and the two andrews. we throw stuff at each other and make faces. i also sing to our last customer when i feel like it. there was this chick who recorded me singing this epic broadway song to her about her chicken nuggets. it's probably on youtube. no shame.
anyway.

finally understanding physics. i actually like physics. a lot. because it matters. and i'm good at it.

i'm so lazy, i don't even capitalize. cause the key is so far away from where i'm at with my 2-4 finger typing. and to capitalize, i'd have to lift my wrist.

i got a spot on the paper next semester. i'm head copy editor. happy happy. copy editing might seem a bad idea for not-capitalizing woman, but i love editing. i just don't edit my blogs cause none of you care cause you're awesome that way.
i did just go back and change youre to you're, though.
so yeah, editor. it's a big deal. now i just have to actually register for the internship.

God and i are talking, but not as much as i'd like. always my fault. it's kind of a good sign that i did bother to capitalize him, though. habit.

i got kind of a story idea from looking at a leaf today. i thought, if this was the sail to a tiny boat, that would be awesome. (yeah...my mind jumps weird places. if your mind goes from A to B, mine goes from A to leaf to boats.) so i'll probably think about writing, and then not write.

to get from my door to my bed, i have to toss aside stuff. it's like a sea of crap. papers that are crumpled and important and lost....clothes that i wore for an hour and then changed out of because i'm stupid like that....broken ipod headphones....stuffed animals....small children....

my family went to ihop without me tonight. let me tell you why this is annoying. first of all, it's ihop. second, i've been bugging my mom about going to ihop for forever. i've only been ONCE (yeah, that's right, capitalization) and that was a loooooong time ago. since then my mom's avoided it. but all of a sudden, now that my grandma's visiting, they decide to go ihop exactly at the time that i work. orchestrated? doubt it. cruel? yeah. it hurts real bad.

i'm going to take my precious bundle of pancake pain and cry myself to sleep.

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