Juliane called me this week to see if I was still alive. That is when I realized I haven't talked to any of my friends in like 2 or 3 weeks. Maybe it is time for me to rejoin society. My math skills failed me, I was wrong. I work 17 hours both Friday and Saturday next week. I can't add numbers (as opposed to adding other things?). That is why I am an English major and not a math major. Seventeen hours. That's a lot. Welcome to the world of retail. I need a new job(s). And a nice piece of pie. A whole dinner at Mary's would be nice. Right now I am eating canned pineapple. I was going to cut my hair tonight but I am feeling lazy and homework is more important than trying to fix my uneven hair chunk problem. After work tonight I layed in my bed for an hour and stared at the wall. I love that time of day where it is starting to get dark out but really isn't dark yet. It makes my tapestry over my windows glow blue. Doing absolutely nothing was more satisfying than a nap would have been. It was the greatest thing I have done all day. Unless you count watching the new Harry Potter movie last night, because we left the theater at 2 am. So it technically counts for today. Technically. Oh, it was glorious. Two days of class this week, then freedom for five. Then back to the same old schedule, class, work, work, work, work, study, work, sleep....over and over. and over. I think there is part of a pork sandwich in my car but I can't find it. Not that I would eat it if I could. Mmmm I love pork. I really don't eat all that much meat, just turkey lunch meat and pork mostly. The pork is usually taken from my mom's fridge. Thats where I get most my food, I am a kleptomaniac. My mom made me and Jenny dinner last night. Pork burgers, actually. It was a candlelight dinner, complete with dessert, all compliments of my mom. A perfect date. Too bad that Wyatt Fisher guy is in the picture; he's ruining my chances. I tried to explain to a new guy at work (thats what I call them all now, "Hey new guy---") how I date all my friend's boyfriends. It is a benefit of being single. He didn't seem to understand the concept. I think he thinks I am a whore, but I didn't mean it like that. Sheila fell on top of me while walking home from the bars on Friday night and my knee is a little swollen and bruised. But it was pretty funny. Drinking with my friends usually is a good time.
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