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Okay, OKay, OK, ok. Here goes journal entry number 2. So let's see here. I've got it. So I'm almost done with school. Since none of you know I'm a culinary student. I rock out the major yummy food for the big bucks Anyway. I'm working the server shift at the schools restaurant and I have to say, waiting tables is wicked easy. Yeah that was a wicked. This is the first time I have ever waited tables, and I have to say, being a cook is much harder and doesn't pay as well. Blah Blah, christ what the crap am I talking about. Shit, I don't even care about what I'm talking about. Somebody, save me from this crap!