DEAR JOURNAL
i think i should start recording the shit i actually do cuz most of what i blog is just a bunch of thoughts that have already been thought a million times but i cant help what i feel. so here it goes. i suppose ill go over my entire week seeing as i never do this.
um. on monday i went to work. we have a new manager named marie. and she is a fucking godsend. i love her. she doesnt steal my money or adjust my clock-ins, literally robbing me of my time. gyu-kaku is a weird place to work. crazy drama that goes down. sometimes i want to leave, but by this point our relationship is in too deep. i also like drama. i love watching confrontations. i dont kno why.
on tuesday i have class all day from 10-8. i met up with bryson @ 5 and enjoyed a nice 22oz newcastle to calm my nerves before my 6 o clock class. this quarter’s pretty sweet. im taking a bunch of ge classes that i never managed to take care of because im retarded and have a huge complex with jumping majors. go figure.
on wednesday i slept in. had a dream of bumblebees. got really stoned in the rain which i love to do, and went with ivan and briana for pinkberry. was very pleased that a social movement has taken place to resurrect the milk crunch with peanut oil topping. and yes. i did email corporate pleading to them to address the issue. it is very important to me. im pretty satisfied with myself that i dont smoke cigarettes, though i spend about the same amount of money on all the medium coconut with honey roasted almond, cinnamon squares, strawberry and mochi that i buy throughout the week. i then went back home and cut toomgam’s hair—a routine that gets fulfilled about once a month for the past like 3 years. i dont even charge him. i am such a good friend.
today i have class from 10-6. its raining like a motherfucker but fortunately i am quite water resistant and all my classes are close together. theres a boy in my lame weight training class who ive been noticing on campus for years (yeah. fucking years. i am never gonna graduate.) and i think this is a message from the consensual-sex gods for me to engage in some serious interphasing with this dude. that’s what i tell myself in my head. then i never take action because i remember how incredibly awkward i can act when i know i have an underlying motive. after school i plan to meet with yoon and go bowling. i suck @ bowling.
tomorrow is friday and i do not work so i plan to take ivan out for his birthday which was on november 20th. if you dont kno by now—i am the ultimate procrastinator. but that doesnt mean that i dont take care of bidnizz.
the daily grind. yep.
