Pass the cake

So, I'm doing my annual birthday post an hour early because I got to go to bed soon. Lame to go to bed this early, I know, but it's the only way I'll be awake for work tomorrow. Work on my birthday??? I know: LAMER, but I don't work very often. That's ok; it's all good. I'm really giggly and excited about starting my last year as a teenager, nonetheless. As a matter of fact, I'm so excited about my birthday that I might as well be turning 9 instead of 19, but, people, IT'S MAH BIRTHDAY! The only thing redeeming me from my childishness is the fact that I have work tomorrow.

So, I'm just going to go out to dinner with my family. It's the best I can do with one of my best friends in another state and the other ditching me for tye-dye. I am however dragging her (not the one in Michigan, I have neither the strength nor endurance to drag her all the way to Chicago) to the mall with me next Saturday. Despite everything, I still gotta have my annual near-birthday August shopping spree. It goes along with the September poorness that follows.

My average thoughts of the day in a sensical order

6:05 am: F*** you, alarm clock.
6:59 am: I'm not late [to work]! For once.
8:45 am: I really have to pee, there's no time to pee, but I really gotta go pee.
11:00 am: I want to go home now. 
2:10 pm: I'm gonna sit here and look busy because I always finish early on Saturdays. I'll print the nourishment labels at 2:30. That only takes a few minutes.
2:32 pm: Printer jam. That's ok, I got it.
2:33 pm: Printer jam again. Oh boy.
2:34 pm: Printer jam. Dammit.
2:35 pm: Printer jam. What the F***! I only have 1 page printed! are you seriously going to do this to me printer?!?!
2:45 pm: I swear to God, printer, if you don't print these without jamming every other page I am going to take a hammer and smash you to little pieces!
2:46 pm: There we go.
2:47pm: Printer jam. *screams inside*
3:04 pm: Done. I gotta get outta here.
3:25 pm: Mushroom burger. mmmm. Tastes great, you know, with cheese, ketchup, mustard and pickles.
3:28 pm: Phone call from a boy or finish burger. Boy.
3:38 pm: Burger.
5:00 pm: Must. Nap. Now.
6:45 pm: Taco Bell bean burrito looks like poop. I want to smush it.
6:50 pm: I smush it.
8:00 pm: Phone call from boy again. Sorry. I don't feel like dealing with people right now.
8:34 pm: I don't want to be a vet.
8:40 pm: Phone call from Person! Ewww...that's a lovely dream (no).
9:30 pm: I should blog. I have nothing to blog about. Oh well, I blog anyway.

Don't be hatin

Today at work one of the ladies rolls in and I see she is covered in snow. I normally don't talk much, but I was trying to make an effort so I said, "Oh, is it snowing?" Then her jaw drops and says, "You did not just ask me that!" because she was obviously covered in snow and it was therefore a very dumb question. Then she passes me and I can hear her repeating what I said to everyone in the office. "No, an angel just threw up on me!" she offered as another alternative to snow that could have been a reason for me to ask that stupid question . The second time I heard her tell someone; I got frustrated, and I was embarrassed, so I shouted back (I could hear them even though I couldn't see them) "I was just trying to start a conversation!" She then says that she knows and she was just picking on me. I'm glad you can laugh at my expense, evening staff of Harper's ADS. 

Things I learned from work

1. It is not impossible to be somewhere by 7 am. I know that sounds crazy early, but believe it or not; people are actually awake and working at this time.

2. You always make mistakes. Even if you do everything right.

3. Six years of Spanish class gets you NOWHERE.

4. The more money you make- the more money you spend.

That's all I've got so far.

Squirt gun filled with fruit punch

I went ahead and bought a princess costume today. Not the one I mentioned before, but a still relatively high priced one. That probably wasn't the best decision since I also did not go to work today. That's ok, though because princesses don't work.

I also bought boots and a handful of other essentials (gloves, deodorant, sweedish fish). Again probably not a good decision because I took off work for tomorrow and told everyone I wasn't coming in on Friday, but buying all that stuff still felt good. It helped me break free from the suck fest my life has become.

I see the word shopaholic in my future. I'll take that over other problems that could arise from dealing with too much stress. At least I'll have a lot of nice stuff.

My week simplified

Just because I know you all really care about what goes on in my every-day life.

Sunday: first day working by myself=not fun, cousin's 5 year old birthday party=fun (princess castle cake)

Tuesday: English class canceled=fun, fire alarm going off twice in one class=amusing, but cold

Wednesday: no classes, slept in til 11:45= very fun

Thursday: English class still canceled= fun, trying to do math homework when I would have been in English= not fun, giving up on math homework and taking a nap= priceless


*through Thursday afternoon