-headdesk-

Note to self:

The past is the past.

Myspace isn't important.

Just in case you forgot.

/note


Ha, I totally read my schedule wrong, work was from 10-2... but I caught it early enough that I wasn't late, just a little rushed. Got to make drinks today, it was fun, not as hard as I imagined. I got more practice on the espresso bar, Yuka more with the cold drinks, but I got to make a few cold drinks... I think Yuka mostly just watched on the espresso bar though.

It's funny, I think way too much... but when it comes right down to it, I do what feels right at the time, and a lot of the time all that thinking was basically for nothing. I know better than to plan because I can't know what'll happen, but I end up doing it mentally anyway.

Lot of stuff going on in my brain right now... not sure how to express it all... so I guess I'll leave it at that.

ahaha

So the little dot where my TB shot was... is just my body's natural reaction to being STABBED. Yuka was looking concerned, so I looked up what it'd be like if the test was positive... and my skin there is completely smooth and flat, with only the slightest redness, being as my arm is going BITCH YOU STABBED ME.

I started writing a sort-of journal on paper. Because I needed to get it out somewhere... and hell, maybe he can read it before he leaves. Yes, I'm being vague. It's okay.

;_; So. I'm gonna go to bed. I'm getting up at 6:30 to get my dad up to take my brother and I in to get our TB tests read, because I want to be home in time to hang out with Yuka and Egan before work.

Neener neener?

I'm tired anyway, so this is good. See ya.