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I miss the Internet :( or I guess I miss having the time to sit around on the Internet doing nothing. I hate how it auto corrects “Internet” to have a capital “i.” tomorrow is Fancy Lunch Thursday and idk what I’m gonna make. Taking suggestions. I need to just collect a bunch of yummy recipes from tumblr and bookmark them and then decide and make a shopping list Wednesday night so I can go right after work Thursdays. I haven’t had a free, “sit around and do nothing ALL day” saturday for a long time. And I won’t for two more weeks. There’s a charity event that my choir’s singing at this Saturday and then hopefully the John Paul and the Apostles show later that night, then THE MUTHA FUCKIN WONDA YEARS the next Saturday. It’s kinda neat to be so busy, but I’ll be stoked when I get a whole weekend with nothing to do. Unless I end up being bored. That’d be perrrrfect. :|
Anyway, it was country day again this morning in the warehouse, and I can’t believe I survived. So gross. I’ve decided that the biggest oxy moron in existence is t “country music,” it’s “new country.” There’s no such thing as new country. None of it is new. It’s the same shit regurgitated. Also, its incredibly offensive most of the time. Today I learned how to be a “real man,” and that women need men to protect them. ~THE MORE YOU KNOW~ *rainbow graphic*

Okay, it’s late, I’m tired, I need sleeps.

Ps. Never rely on a Costco employee to do anything for you ever.

so, i ~technically got a promotion!! but i knew that it was going to happen before i even took the job, so it’s not as exciting. but it’s still pretty cool! i’m monday - friday now, so i get weekends off, and it’s my first friday night as lead merchandiser, and i’m going to spend it with my bed and fall out boy. couldn’t be happier (false, but it’s pretty close).

holy frick. not having internet sucks. well, coming back to the internet and checking everything is what sucks. damn.

i painted my nails tonight the way that alicia at work ~requested, but then i fucked them up big time so i have to do it again. i think i’ll just do the base tonight and the polka dots during my time off in the afternoon. 

super tired. this is my last weekend. i’ll work next friday, and then juanita starts weekends and i’ll be mon-fri after that. WOOOOOO! i get to meet her monday when she trains. i need to check with my mom and make sure she figures out a ride home monday night. luke told me today that he’s putting his 2 weeks in soon because he’s getting a better job. that’s gonna be weird. and sad and annoying and probably good for my mental health, but i’ll miss him. something tells me he’s about as good at making plans as matt is, so i probably won’t see much of him again. 

okay, nail time.

things that are abundant in my life:

• flowers
• flowers
• walking
• carrying flowers
• pulling petals off of flowers
• finding flower petals in my pocket
• getting water all over me
• mopping up other people’s spills
• picking petals and other flower debris off the floor

i dont even know. i’m exhausted. tomorrow’s my 5th 8-hour day in a row. i’m going to die. i don’t work until noon, thank goodness. but that just means that i have to break down all the displays, with the new girl, who is sort of driving me crazy. and that i can’t go see hit the lights with bean. :( but it does mean that im making heart-shaped waffles in the morning. i bought strawberries and im gonna make home made whipped cream, hopefully. haha 

choir rehearsal tonight was good. i hate singing in swedish, and i hate that it took us so fucking long to get to the words, and now i’m having trouble remembering them, AND no one’s pronouncing them right. probably including myself. why did we have to spend so long on the latin words and wait so long for the swedish?! at least latin makes sense. i’ve never been able to wrap my head around swedish and german and dutch and languages like that. the really harsh ones.

i fell asleep when i got home for work and woke up JUST in time to get dressed and go to choir, so i thought i’d be up all night… but i’m about to pass out. itunes isn’t cooperating, so farewell fighter’s new song is going to have to wait until tomorrow. :(

i told laurren about how i was sick and it was just the morning yesterday and i felt better in the afternoon so i got amy to cover my morning today and i came in and felt fine, and she goes, “are you pregnant?!” and i laughed, and said no, and then realized that she said it excitedly, and not sarcastically. so i said, “wait. you were joking, right? like, 100% joking. or maybe 98% joking? but joking.” and she says, “um, maybe like… 50% joking.” and i was like, OH MY GOD. no. that would be, like, no. it would be… the son of god. that would require actual male interaction.”
and now she probably thinks i’m a lesbian.

i went to walmart after work and got some stuff. i walked by the housewares stuff, like bathroom things and towels and laundry baskets, and i feel like i’m nesting, but like, instead of preparing for an unborn child, i’m preparing for a nonexistent apartment. i want to buy ALL THE THINGS. i’m so excited to pick out fucking towels and buy tupperware and pots and pans and shit. god. i want to be able to, so bad.

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