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Depressed. Sex stuff. Stupid Danny.

We have secret santa at work today. I have to get something for one of the girls. I may just get an American Express gift card. Impersonal, but she'd appreciate it because she could use it for anything. Blah. And I'm going to the gym with John. And I just want to curl up into a ball and die.

But somehow I made an A in Writers' House.

So I took my stat final Monday night. There were several things I just had no idea about, probably at least 18 points worth (on a 150 point exam). I can miss 30 points and still scrape a B, so I'm really hoping I didn't miss more than that. The problem lies in the questions I thought I knew and any mistakes I may have made in calculations etc. Plus a couple that I didn't really know but I'm hoping my guessing took me in a direction that will get me some points. Ugh. Well, here's hoping. I think I'll make a low B in that class. I'm praying it's better than a C but I can't really know right now; he's the one teacher who gave us no way of checking our current grades in any form.

I took my Comm final this morning at 8. It only took about 45 minutes to complete. I'm worried because they put so much value on the researchers behind each theory... once again researchers were at least 20% of the exam, and this time five of those questions were based on where those researchers came from! Like I know. I went mostly with the country their last name seemed to fit best, which likely isn't a great method, but I had nothing better to go on. So the hyphenated name that included "Neumann" went to Germany, the "Sir ____ Gibben" went to Britain, the Baxter went to the US, the "Ting-Toomey" went to Hong Kong, and the only man who wasn't a Sir went to Jamaica (because I remember there being a man from Jamaica). Funny how I remember their names now.

My French final is at 11:35, just a 7 minute oral. In a minute here I'll review for that. And nap. Sweet napping.

Oh, well I worked yesterday morning, got cut early, and so ended up making $91 in 4 hours. Can't ask for better than that! I work Friday night and Sunday morning as well, and I'm going to try to pick up a Friday morning so I can double instead of risking working until 2am and then getting up at 8am to go back to work x_x;

Okay so. As far as school goes... I finished my French homework today and looked into the questions for the final a bit. I know I should prepare at least a bit. My French isn't too bad for my level, but it still takes some thought to put it into words when speaking aloud.

I've been working on my HONR239F final. There are three parts; I just completed the first part. I'll probably at least start on one of the other two tonight, but I also have tomorrow.

In Comm, I figured out that because of my low midterm, I'd have to get pretty much 100s on the three remaining grades (including the final) to get an A. But I will make a B easily assuming I don't fuck up on the final, and I assure you, I will be studying hardcore.

I'm expecting an A in my honors seminar. This will be my last honors seminar, I already applied for my Honors citation, and assuming I'm right about the A, I'll have gotten an A in all my Honors classes. The only thing I'm a little worried about is the participation grade, which is 200 points. I missed a number of classes when other kids were doing their presentations because he doesn't seem like the sort of teacher who takes attendance, so I don't know. But the days I was there should make up for something, I did participate.

I'm also expecting an A in French, probably in Writers' House, and even probably in Theater despite my poor quiz scores. At least, from what grades I can calculate currently, I've got an A in that class. Have to worry about participation in that one, too, though.

In Statistics I'm hoping for a B. I got As on the first two exams and a high B on the third, so if I do well on the final I should make a B, I think. Even accounting for the one homework assignment and one group thingy I missed.

So maintaining a 3.2 or better shouldn't be a problem. If my guesses are accurate and I only make the two Bs, I should make a 3.647. Dean's list! I think.

( Now for work shit. )

I got a private message or whatever from fungiblefun asking me to friend him/her/it because he has been lurking around my journal and enjoys reading about the struggles of other writers because it gives him 'hope'. Now, if I remember correctly (and I'm not positive I do, but the username sounds very familiar in this way), this is the guy who messaged me when I first started at Hooters and wanted to pay me to keep a journal everyday about the life of a Hooters Girl. Freaking weirdo. I messaged him back pretty rudely and I'm hoping now he'll leave me alone.

My dad also added me as a friend, but I ignored it, and he hasn't said anything about it yet.

Weirdos on the internet. Bah.

Well I made $147 last night and got cut early because I sold $90.65 in merch. And I managed this despite the fact that the kitchen was short two cooks, Juraj looked like he was about to go out of his mind with stress, and the simplest orders of food were taking at least thirty minutes. My tables were very understanding and tipped me well despite this. And Danny and his parents came in, which helped a ton with everything, especially the stress.

But that'll have to be it for now because I overslept and I still need to work on my French project.

So I have 12,291 words right now. Which is still slightly ahead of schedule, but not as ahead as I'd like to be considering I doubt I'll have more time to write tonight since I work in an hour.

But that's okay because I'm still going strong!

And god, stuff to do this weekend. x_x; I hope I'm not scheduled Monday night so I have time to finish my outline for my honors seminar. I can do it Sunday, but I'd rather not have to.

ETA: Got cut way early at work because it was dead and wrote some more. Technically it's the 8th now, but shhh!

13,092 / 50,000 (26.2%)

I'm starting to really miss Danny. It's not really that he's in Vegas; when I think about it, aside from a little extra time on Sunday, I really wouldn't have seen him that much yet anyway. Sunday night through Wednesday evening I probably won't see him at all, usually, which sucks to be honest. I imagine I'll be naughty and stay a couple Monday nights too in the end. But anyway, what makes it so hard is not being able to talk much. And when we do talk, it's mostly him, because obviously what he's doing is more exciting at the moment. He's in conferences all day, and when he gets done I'm probably asleep since it's three hours earlier for him. These things run late. Tonight he won't be done until 11, which will be 2 for me. Blah.

So it's getting to me a little. I got my first genuine urge to draw him something in quite a while. Since February. That was when I drew the picture of us kissing as Zelda and Link. At the time he just didn't seem to care much. Actually, in retrospect it still doesn't seem like he cared much. He said he wanted it framed but then he just forgot about it. And I would drop hints but it never came to anything. It made me so upset. Finally I just went and got the frame myself. And I seem to remember I wanted him to hang it, but it just sat for a while until I got very upset and was tempted to just throw the damn thing away. He finally hung it because I kind of blew up at him (which for me unfortunately means tears; I hate that my temper makes me cry). So yes, I had no urge to draw him anything after that, which means I had no urge to draw. Drawings, for me, usually mean gifts.

Trouble is I don't know what to draw him. The sketchpad I bought today is little and the colored pencils are only 12 different colors, which means it'll have to be something simple. But that's okay as long as I find something good. I'm thinking maybe something that involves dice, you know, very Vegas. Perhaps a lowcut boob top. Something playful but serious. Maybe a close up of a girl playing videogames (just boobs and hands holding controller) wearing a lowcut Vegas-y top that says "I miss(ed) you". I may try it, depending on how it comes out. If not, I'll probably return to the tried and true superhero/videogame character route. Haha.

So I was downstairs doing laundry. I came up here to shower while I wait on the dryer, but then I realized my only towels are in the dryer. Hurray. By now they may be dry though, I'll check in a couple minutes.

But I need to get checks for Chevy Chase. I have $270 in my purse right now, roughly. I hate carrying that much cash. Plus, I may have a lot of money, but I still feel broke if my checking isn't pretty high. Blech. I bet I'll make money this weekend though. I really hope so, because I want to start saving hardcore again. It's funny how spoiled I am already. I make $70 and I'm like, meh, I guess that's okay... But 2 days of $70 and 2 days of $100 in a week makes $340, which I was hardpressed to make in TWO weeks at Starbucks. Not to mention the fact that I actually made $130 or so yesterday night, and my other three shifts are hot nights this week, so I could well make around $500. We'll see.

Soooo. I worked my first double Saturday and made $162, which was good considering it was pretty slow for a Saturday; I only had three tables in the morning, though one of them was a big draft party. Sunday was also very slow and I was afraid I wouldn't make much, but I made $62, which pleased me since it was double what I was optimistically hoping for. Plus I sold a T-shirt! And then today...

We started off ridiculous slow. In an hour and a half we only had maybe two tables come in -- and no one at the bar, which is extremely unusual. After that we started getting business, but nothing ridiculous. No real lunch rush. I wouldn't buy food for myself because I was worried I wouldn't make any real money. Then some guy at the bar gave each of us girls a twenty for no reason. And then one of my tables tipped me twenty because of how slow it was... "to make up for" our lack of business. I really appreciated it. Aside from that, I'm not sure where all the money came from, because I made $132 dollars.

I had a couple of moments that annoyed me. Like when a group sat down across sections, one table in Nina's section and one in mine. At that point I had almost no business so I hated having one of my tables taken up, but I don't guess it would have made a difference since I still had four tables open. And then I helped one of Nina's customers at the merch station because she wanted to get her son a T-shirt, and part way through me helping her Nina noticed, showed up, and took the sale. I mean, they were her guests, but I was helping them before she even noticed they wanted a T-shirt. It bothered me because by all rights she should have let me make the sale. But she's a sweetheart... I mean, the guy at the bar who gave us all twenties gave them to Nina to give to us. She could have just kept them all for herself but she didn't, and I really appreciate that. So I guess it all balances out in the end.

School starts tomorrow. I'm excited. I also have to work, and I have to try to get to work on time when class ends at 4:45, I'm due at work at 5:30, and the straightest route there is up Route 1, which is always ridiculously trafficky. Plus all but one of the very upper level of the Hooters corporate office is coming tomorrow, so the managers are freaking out about us girls being perfect. So I really don't want to be late. Meh. I have to try to find an alternate route.

Danny and I want to get iPhones soon. Really soon. Like we might have today, but the AT&T store by his work closed at 5 because of the holiday. We might get them Thursday. I don't know yet. Maybe even tomorrow.

Gotta go do dishes.

I'm sick. I couldn't sleep last night because of a sore throat. My throat feels better now (due probably in part to Danny forcefeeding me disgusting DayQuil) but my muscles all still ache from the constant tossing and turning and not getting any rest in general. And my stomach had that empty ache, but I think it's starting to turn into just hunger.

At least I don't work today.

Well anyway. Dennis and Heather brought over his mom's cat because she's out of town. He's fat but cute, very polite compared to a lot of cats. He seems to like people, he's only very very mildly skittish. You'd have to actually startle him to set him flying... if you approach him, he'll sit and let you pet him. When I was eating lunch yesterday he was sitting on my feet sniffing at my sandwich. I gave him little pieces of turkey on my plate to keep him from sniffing and/or licking at the sandwich itself. =)

I need contacts. I'm wearing my last pair and it worries me whenever they act up because I don't want to lose them.

I only made $27 Sunday morning (it was dead, I only had five tables). And I only made $62 yesterday. That's not SO bad I guess. Thinking about it, since I was cut early it was about $10 an hour tax free. I didn't sell any merchandise or Blue Moon or anything like that though. I work my first trivia night Wednesday night, hopefully I'll do better then.

Okay so naps and stuff. I was hoping to pick up my parking pass and maybe go to the gym on campus today but I have to feel better first.

So I did UFC last night at Hooters. It was insane -- they want to fill every seat in the house, so they seat strangers at the same table. The guests understand, I guess it's always been that way. I had a great time. It's chaotic and busy, but a ton of fun. I got a hundred dollar tip from one couple. I also got a dollar for letting someone feed me a cupcake. At the time I was starving, so it was win-win: free cupcake AND a dollar.

I made about $400 this weekend, which makes it around $500 for the week. I'm pleased.

But my car decided to break yesterday morning, and repairs cost $800. My mom put it on her credit card, but I feel bad putting so much on her card when she's trying to pay it off.

La la la... I guess that's it. I've been letting my roleplays sit because of how busy I've been... but they'll understand I'm sure.

I picked up a shift tomorrow morning (technically today?) and I have to wake up at 8:30 now (so why am I still awake?). I'm pulling my first double on Saturday by picking up Stephanie's shift, and there are no other doubles scheduled so I should get to go home first Saturday night. Probably around ten or so. Which is good since I work the AM shift Sunday (if you can call it that, it starts at 11am).

So I'm going to watch My Boys with Danny, it's the season finale, and then I'm going to sleep. I don't have to be at work until 10, but I try to give myself time to eat breakfast and get dressed and such, plus time to make the drive with room to spare. This is a job where you need breakfast, after all.

We went to Hooters after Danny got off work with Arty and Andy. Our waitress was really off. No coasters, no set ups (plates, wet naps, forks), little attention. I don't know her that well but I've worked with her before... I hope she was just having an off night. We tipped her 20% anyway but I thought that was a little generous.

Meh. On the way back Danny and I were in the back seat of Arty's car and he 'reenacted' the night he first told me he loved me... not that he really remembers it, haha. It was sweet though. Fond memories.