NO!

GO AWAY, WRITER'S BLOCK!

...to my American friends. Sorry I kinda forgot. :P Hope everyone had lots of turkey!

(And send me some, because I haven't had turkey on Thanksgiving in like a million years. kthx.)

 Okay, guys, I know it's fabulous that there is no class tomorrow and it's super fun to get really drunk and puke in the hallway where we all have to walk, but seriously? It's Tuesday night. We still have class after tomorrow. They won't clean the hall till Sunday, and no one will want to walk in that shit for the next five days. Especially since we're doing that crazy house challenge thing, trying to use less power, and so our hallways are like pitch black for the next two weeks. I don't not want to have to use my phone to try and not step in stuff.

And please, shut the fuck up about that concert tomorrow. You got tickets, we didn't. We get it.

Everyone in this building is sick.  Urgh. DO NOT WANT SWINE FLU.

 Me: I don't get it.
Elizabeth: What don't you get?
Me: Everything.
Elizabeth: Whoa. Did you see-?
Me: Yup.
Elizabeth: I can't deal with this anymore.
Me: I think we're going to starve till the Olympics are over.
Elizabeth: McDonalds, then?

I was all ready to post and then my internet failed. This is what I get for stealing wireless instead of going downstairs and using the family computer, isn't it?

Back to school tomorrow. I am kinda excited, despite midterm hell that awaits.

I have been exposed to swine flu. And I have killer cramps today, causing me to be violently ill. So I tell him, and he responds with something about me being crazy again and how I should really stop it. Plus, something about bacon and referencing that Heritage Moment about the burnt toast. Well, thanks. Thank you for caring when I actually need someone to care.

Sorry for being whiny, guys. I just haven't felt cared about in a while.

 Drunk guy: Yeah, I understand why you don't drink. I mean, one time, I tried tofu and it was gross. so I don't eat any more. I totally understand where you're coming from.

 I'm losing my mind. There is nothing there, it means nothing, stop freaking out.

There will be no repeat of last year's collapse, fall apart and heartbreak. Nonononono.

 It has officially been forever since I posted. Or even checked lj - I blame my messed up internet. Graduation soon!

Exams are done. :) Welcome to second semester.

To celebrate, I'm going prom dress shopping tomorrow. And I cut all my hair off again.

House last night: Cameron. I want to look like that. Pretty.

CHASE!

I got a package today and in it was a fabuolous necklace from enigma731

I love it! Thank you so much!

No snow day.

Crappy day.

So we did a snow dance in chem (a class that I love yet absolutely hate) in hopes of working our magic from last year. The 111 classes were so awesome at snow dances last year - we had ten or eleven snow days and got one every time we did it.

Please let there be one. I got to calc and realized that my break was not one at all. NEED SLEEP.

Plus, I need to work on that essay.

Ahem.

They called me to Guidance today to get my official schedule for next semester.

( Every day, from Februray till June... )
Good thing about having two AP courses and no exemptions this year is that I'll only have to write two exams in June.

But the ones coming up...they apparently put Chemistry 121 and Advanced Math with Calc 120 one right after another/in the same time slot. Stupid. That affects just about everyone in those two courses.

Inventory of stuff I've eaten in the last few hours:

- chips
- four chocolate chip cookies
- two bottles of iced tea

OMG SUGAR.

I got the latest Margaret Atwood book. Life is now complete. :P

Plus lotsa Chapters gift cards.

I hope everyone has a happy, joyous day.

Blah, work. I hate Christmas, for real. Self scan sucks. Cash sucks. (I'm working cash every day till Christmas. Yippee.) People suck. Everything hurts.

But that may be because I went to the winter formal Thursday, and danced for three straight hours on like, four hours of sleep? And then went out with friends after. I'm so sleep-deprived, it's scary. I had to take many painkillers yesterday, because my feet hurt so much. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.

But it's break now! (I have lotsa homework, too...but I'm pretending it doesn't exist at the moment.) I have plans. I am going to have money. I have a fabulous end-of-calculus-with-psycho-teacher party to plan. I have a trip to New York in April to start getting excited about. It's never too early.

Plus, the best thing that happened this week: we were raising money and food at school for the Fill the bus campaign, which is basically filling a school bus with food for the food bank. We raised over 2200 kilos of food. Anyway. One of the fundraisers was a tricycle race between the teachers. The teachers that had the most money in their jars would race. The second-, third- and fourth-place teachers raced at lunch Thursday, and the first- and second-place teachers raced at the Christmas assembly. My psycho calc teacher came in second, likely because all the calc students dumped every last bit of change in her jar. The pricipal came first. So, two days in a row, we got to see her race on a trike. Honestly, it was one of the funniest things I've seen. She won both times.

Yay for vacation!

My dearest darling customer,

I apologize for not having the time to get this letter to you earlier. You see, after our encounter on Sunday, I had other important things to do, like my job and my schooling. But because what you did I still find appalling and behaviour I would not tolerate from my own children (if I ever have any), let alone a person who is easily my elder. I suspect you are around my grandmother's age. However, beside the point. (I was going to let that comment about your age slide, but because you seem to think that I can't do my job because I am somewhere between the ages of twelve and twenty, I'm keeping it. Your hair didn't fool me.)

To be honest, I was floored. I could barely open my mouth after that. I have never before been treated with such disrespect, and I put up with a lot of shit from people like you. (Please meet up with that woman who called me a felon. I bet you would get along famously.) To curse out the self scan cashier simply because you can't follow spoken AND written instructions is disgusting. To have the audacity to get pissy with me after I: a) helped you after that lovely comment; b) snapped your fingers at me (in case you were unaware, I'm not your fucking dog. I'm not even your waiter. This is not a restaurant, and you are not tipping me. So I feel no need to rush along when you ignore the mechanism for calling me and treat me like your slave); and c) felt the need to curse me out again.

Come back to my store, and pull that with me again, I am walking away again. In fact, I'm refusing to help you. I'll be going on my break or cleaning and be simply unable to assist you. Or I'll just report you. Which I can do. To be clear: you are not welcome to come to my store. I have several managers who will back me up.

Love,
Sunday's self scan girl

Stolen from kaitmaree77.

( Meme. )