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Blargh. School starts on monday, and I'm taking more classes than I'm used to. This could get ugly. Going to have to cut down on my hours at work, 'cause I sure as hell won't be cutting out my partying time.

Went to sing karaoke tonight at the Atomic Cantina... Several ruptured eardrums later, I think it went alright. Sang three songs (Simultaneous, by Chef; Secret Agent Man, by Johnny Rivers; and Love Gravy, by Rick James with Ike Turner), and did...oookay. All in all, it could've been worse. Of course, I'm still drunk from singing, and my opinion could still be a bit slanted by...
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Thank God the holidays are pretty much over. If I hear another fucking celebrity Christmas song, I swear I'll puke up a garland. At least there's still New Year's to look forward to...

Sigh. Two different hotties wanted to hang with me tonight, and my dumb ass went and blew it all off because I was too exhausted from a twelve-hour shift at Saggios. I suck.

Well, another hellishly long day at work, serving up pizza to the hungry masses. Now it's time to head downtown and get freaking blitzed so I can have a nice hangover for my all-day Christmas Eve shift. Going to check out this new club called 'The Library' if it's not completely packed with sweaty frat guys. Cross your fingers.

Finally decided to break down and actually write a journal entry. Just did my Christmas shopping today, at that festering boil of human degradation known as the Coronado Mall. Thank God I got out of there alive and with a low body count. Now I'm even poorer than before, but at least it's done (Mostly).