burnbright

i would like very much to not be sick.
like ever again.

not going out tonight (despite the fact that i missed seeing some of my favorite people last week for various reasons and i missed going to TBS with TM and i was very sad about that because i heard he squealed like a girl when atreyu came on). my stomach cannot stop this mean rampage it's on. i'm wondering whether it's because i waited a long time between meals. i got stuck spending my entire dinner break standing in line at verizon so that i could be told my phone really was dead and then have to buy an entirely new one because the warranty's out on both my original and the replacement i was given, like 5 months ago. greeaat (all of this while verizon guy is telling me how one of the girls from hot topic comes in there a lot and everyone always stares at her??). so then i didn't get to eat until i shoved some delivery in my face after break was over.

and i did really well for awhile, but then i got home and started playing around with my new phone (hello, geekdom.) and started to feel really gross.

so i got a hold of ML who was at barnes and noble studying, and i went and got her because she had walked there in FLIP-FLOPS! we scanned the bar parking lot and after deciding it wasn't worth it, headed home.

now i have soup and crackers and gatorade. i'm going to eat my soup, chill the gatorade, and get into PJs and pray that i don't spend tomorrow like i did last friday.


now that the bitching's over... i realized today that part of me really, really, really does like my job (and i think this happens every time i'm convinced i hate it). regular customers have been coming in more and more and they're starting to come to me because they recognize me. and i love some of the people that come in because of the random conversations that happen. i must have had a 20 minute conversation about video games with some random kid.

oh. and my part-timer and i both got asked out by the same guy who was doing a little experiment to try to rid himself of the fear of approaching girls. it was an interesting way to go about it, i think. i wished him luck but kindly told him that i was "not looking for anything with anybody"... because that's more honest than lying and saying i'm with someone and it's nicer than saying, "i'm just waiting to find someone interesting, but i don't think you're it..."

right. utterly pointless.
couch. PJs. shrek 2 (which was bought solely for puss-in-boots. i am such a sucker.)


and i almost forgot: happy birthday punknitemike.