June is here. May was officially a bust as far as the site goes. It set a record witht he fewest hits in a month yet with 61. Even February had more than that. June probably won't be much different but I don't really care. This is more for just airing my thoughts than entertaining stupid people. Yeah, you're all stupid. And ugly. If there was a stupid and ugly contest you'd all win. Or lose. Whatever's funnier. HAHAHAHAHA. So I didn't do much of anything tonight. Got a shower. Sat around. Ate some noodles. Noodles are good.
I'm workin every night this week. Sucks ass. Weeki Wachee is next week though, so I requested Friday snd Saturday off for that. Not even sure if Friday and Saturday will be the right days, but i'm sure I could trade a Thursday or Sunday for a Friday or Saturday. Everyone wants Friday and Saturday off. Went roller blading tonight. It was pretty fun. I need to clean my bearings bad. The Abec-7s I have still spin better than any abec-5 would, but the potential is there for them to be spinning so much better. It's so freaking hot in this room. I hate turning the fan on because then I can't hear my awesome music, but I can't stand the heat. It's a real catch 22 situation. AHHHH, good old Fenix*TX. Gotta love them. The freaking Y was closed this afternoon when I went up there, so I was pretty pissed about that one. Threw my whole day off.
This week is really gonna truly suck all kinds of ass I think. The manager at the movies is gone, so the campout should be goin down this week, but somethin tells me the plans are gonna go wrong. Somethin will get fucked up and there won't be a camp out. I'll be pretty pissed if that happens, cause I'm lookin forward to just chillin for a night and playin some indoor soccer. What are you gonna do, you know?? Fuck it!! That's what. It's a good idea though. Well, it's pretty stupid actually, but from the fun side of it, it's freaking ingenius.
I get the sneaking suspicion that there's a ninja outside lurking around in the bushes. Just sitting there. Waiting for something. Anything. A sign to make his move and attack me, ninjitsu style. Well, you sneaky bastard, I'll be ready for whatever you throw at me. Except maybe Ninja Stars. Those things are serious. Well, Mr. Ninja man, you better bring your "A" game, because I'll bite you, you son of a bitch!
Woke up a couple times this morning after having some really weird dreams. The only part of any of the dreams I remember now is that some dude wrote somethin on my car, and I beat the living piss out of him. I felt pretty good about it when I woke up too, before I realized that it had never happened. I finally got out of bed around 1:15 when Sean called me and woke me up to see what time I wanted to go lift. It was back and biceps day today. DId the changing grip workout and not the circuit. I hate that fucking circuit. Tomorrow, well actually today, is leg day. It's a pretty quick day so it should leave plenty of time for some racquetball afterward. I hope Sean's been practicing, because I'd sure hate to beat his ass so bad again.
Work tonight wasn't that bad. We were really dead and I was first out so I was out of there by 7:30. It kinda sucks only working 3 and a half hours, but I really didn't feel like closing for someone yesterday. In retrosect I should have switched and possibly even gotten like 10 bucks out of the deal, but I kinda wanted to get out of there. If there had been hot waittresses I might have considered staying, but it wasn't that kinda night. I'm closing tomorrow and there should be hot waittresses so that's a plus. I just hope no one comes in after like 8 or 9. When it starts gettin to be like 10 and you hafve people coming in there, it really sucks ass. I'm pretty bored right now. Sure would be nice to not be freaking 80 some odd degrees in this room, I'm sittin here in my boxers boiling. Fuck the heat of summer. I'm gonna go play some playstation or somethin.
Yeah. I'm pretty freakin bored. I played some NHL 2002 earlier and had like a 12 point game with my own player, but either I forgot to save it, which is really unlike me, or my memory card is fucking up. I'm kinda pissed about that. I really wanna do somethin right now, but there isn't anything to do, or anyone to do it with. I wish I could get some sleep, but it's not one of those nights. Maybe I should get around to posting the pictures from vegas. I'm way too lazy to do that right now. I think I'll go watch "Haggard."
Woke up today at exactly 1 PM. I felt refreshed and pretty good. It's funny how 12 hours can change those things. I'm still pretty refreshed feeling, I'm just not in a good mood. I was pissed off all night at work for really no good reason, and am now bored as hell. Worked out legs today. Not much news there. My knee isn't really in good shape to be lifting lots of weight so I take it light on leg days for the most part. Worked a 5-close shift tonight. It wasn't that busy, but I was still pretty pissed for the majority of the shift. Tomorrow won't be any better. Game 5 is tomorrow. With my luck It's going to go to 7 games and the fucking Bolts will win. Fuck them. I'm so incredibly bored right now. Maybe some NHL 2002 and a couple popsicles would cheer me up.
Well, the game of NHL 2002 went pretty well. I'm too good at that game though. I'm really not a gamer by any means, but I can kick anyone's ass in that game, hands down. I'm still pretty bored but I can feel a tired shadow looking over me. Soon I should be able to get some sleep, I hope. Weeki Wachee is finally set in stone. I'm working next Thursday and more than likely my brother will be too, so we're going to head out there late Thursday night/early Friday morning and stay until either late Saturday night or early Sunday morning. Either way it's gonna suck having to get up, so we'll probably just stay through Saturday night and wake up really early Sunday to make it home before my 10 AM shift at the old Beefer. Yeah I can already tell that the Sunday morning double I have to work right after I get back from Weeki Wachee is going to suck all sorts of cock. I'm going to be in no mood to cook anything.
Since I'm going to miss 3 days of workin out I can't miss any between now and then, so no fucking around for the next couple days. I'm gonna have to take it hardcore too so I can make sure to get a couple of extra good workouts in before I go. I'm gonna try and make it to the Y on break Sunday, but I really really doubt I'll make it there. I'll have to make sure to take a couple extra pairs of boxers for when the canoe flips over, which I'm sure, will at some point. It always seems to work out that way. I think I'm gonna go floss and brush my teeth now so I don't forget to later. Might as well do it while it's on my mind.
So anyway, Weeki Wachee looks as if it's gonna be about twice as crazy as last year. Since last year we were only there for 1 day and 1 night, and this year is 2 and 2, it should work out that way with the math. Then again, there are always the intangibles such as how many times the canoes flip, and how many times I get my chair stolen when I get up to take a piss. Don't worry fellas, I think I'm gonna take the laptop so I can write some random updates at various times. I figure I need to force myself to sleep now. Til next time, Take it easy, keep it real, and don't screw anything up.
Well today was yet another waste of a day. I worked out for awhile, but other than that I really wish I'd never woken up. I almost skipped workin out too, but I realized that was stupid. Work was shitty tonight. I hate everyone right now. Especially this wiener kid Jeff, who didn't show up because he had a flat tire or some bullshit. I know the real reason he didn't show up, he was busy being a bitch for his annoying ass girlfriend, who happens to be a waittress at beef's too. They've been on vacation for the last couple days, so it's been pretty peaceful in the kitchen. Haven't had his gay ass around queering the place up. Now if he would actually have gotten fired for not showing up tonight, it might have been worth cooking a man short on a night when we really should have had 5 cooks total, but sadly, he won't get fired, or even suspended. I need a raise man, I'm gonna talk to Jim tomorrow because I've about had it with this shit.
It's been such an eventful day, I don't even know where to start talkin about all this shit. I might as well start when I woke up. Got out of bed around 1, as usual. I'd actually woken up at 10, 11 and 12, but didn't think I should get started yet. When I finally got out of bed I mowed the lawn. After that it was shoulder day at the Y. The power went out in the middle of my last exercise which freaked some people out, but Sean and I just kept on pushin. After that it was off to the work place for about 6 hours. I got out of there at around 9:30-10ish and went home for a shower. After the shower I wasted about an hour and a half until the week of Todd was to continue at the theater.
There were quite a few people there, most of them I didn't know. The highlight of the night was the best of 3 tournament of indoor movie house soccer. The teams were Jimmy, Trevor, and me versus Vasu, Sean, and Lamas. They barely beat us in the first game 11-9 in OT. The second game we pretty much killed them. It wasn't really close at any point. it was going to a first one to 5 game in which all bets were off. The problem with this is that they got to start shooting on the goal that was wider. We really needed to straighten the rules/boundaries out a bit. Anyway since they were shooting at the better goal, this gave them the hand up so they unfortunately won and took the series on 3 games. It was still a good series though and I'm proud of our team. Sean, Trevor, and I all got fucked up though. Sean ran into the goal post at one point, well I think I actually pushed him, Trevor hurt his toes doing something and I kicked sean in the knee with my shin, which hurt like hell. I alst kicked vasu right in the heel with the same toe that I broke 2 weeks ago playing. It made a definate "pop" this time so there's no question, that toe is fucked. I also got a big ass blister on my foot from running around in bare feet and had to stop playing before the end of the third game.
I sit here now with tape wrapped around my blistered foot, and a bag of ice on my sure to be broken toe. It was a pretty rough night, but well worth the price for the ammount of fun had tonight. One thing I learned though is that I have to try and curb my competative nature. I was about to start swinging a couple times because of this stupid game. It's ok to feel that way when I'm not playing a friend, but damn I really need to calm down sometimes. For now I'm gonna go play some NHL and eat some popsicles. LATER!
T-minus 5 days and counting until WEEKI WACHEE!!
Today, not unlike yesterday, I woke up several times before getting out of bed. At around 11 it was storming pretty bad outside and the thunder woke me up at one point. I quickly peeked through the blinds to see how badly it was storming and saw that the answer was...pretty fucking bad. I smiled at this (because I love sleeping during a storm) and went back to sleep til about 2 PM. When I finally got out of bed, I screwed around for 15 minutes or so and then got my ass down the the Y. Today was back and bicep day. The workout lasted only about an hour, but afterwards my arms hurt so freaking bad I could barely drive home. I could really use a break I guess. Weeki Wachee (as mentioned above) is only 5 days away, so that will give me at least 2 days, probably even 3, to rest my sore body.
I went to work sometime around 5 PM and for the 4th time in the last 8 days, we were short a man on my shift. This kinda crap has got to stop. I'm really getting tired of having to work harder for the same pay rate just so I don't piss off a few rednecks who got a cold cheeseburger, which if the fucking waittresses would actually do their job and run the fucking food, it wouldn't have been cold anyway. Fuck I hate work! That place is a vampire, sucking the life right out of me. After work I sat around and watched the end of the Stanley Cup Finals game. Fuck the Lightning and their bandwagon fans. I don't know how many times I've said that before, but fuck them both.
After work I kinda sat around here for a couple hours until I got bored, then went to the good old Walmart to get a couple bottles of fuel injector cleaner. I was contemplating getting the fuek injector cleaner/octane booster, but I figured "what the hell is the point of that shit? Just get the cheaper regular fuel injector cleaner." I chose the "STP" brand fuel injector cleaner because it's the same logo Eric Kretz of the Stone Temple Pilots used on his drum set on most of their tours. I've since then been trying to sleep for about an hour, but got bored and decided to write about some shit. Repetition is killing me. Repetition and someone with a gun when I'm about 35 I'm guessing. Yeah that's how I'll go.
T-minus 3 days and counting until WEEKI WACHEE!!
I think that's about all that keeps me going right now. I just got done watching Miracle. To those of you who haven't seen it, you should stop whatever you're doing right now and go see it. Wait, on second thought, keep reading then watch it after you're done reading. It was a really good movie with a good moral behind it. It did although, still manage to half piss me off. What doesn't, right? It was just the fact that I love playing the sport of hockey that much and I will probably never get another chance to play on a team that actually matters, not just some pickup team at the forum. That kinda pisses me off. I really wish I'd started playing earlier so maybe I'd be better than I am now. Wishing is really pointless though.
Work tonight wasn't too bad, I got out of there a little after 9, which wasn't too bad. As much as I hate that job, sometimes I still have to love it because of the fact that I could all but burn the place down and not get fired. Tomorrow: day eight of my 10 days consecutively worked streak. Woo Hoo. It's so damn hot in this house there's a good thing I have plenty of popsicles to keep me somewhat cool.
The Samoan owes me 40 clams, I can't forget about that cause I'm damn sure he's hoping I do. Fuck! I'm out of floss!! I have to go to Beef's tomorrow to find out what time I have to go into work. I could just call and have someone tell me, but I also want to have a "chat" with Jim about my status as an underpaid employee. This toothpaste burns. I really don't have anything else to say so I guess I'll just end it with....
It's been almost a week since I last wrote anything. I took my laptop with to Weeki Wachee with every intention of writing a few things while I was there, but as with most of my plans, nothing ever seems to go as I expect it will. I closed for Kyle last Wednesday so he would close for my Thursday and I would be able to leave early and make it out to Weeki Wachee a little earlier than expected. I got out to Mike's a little after 11 and we still had some time to kill before we could head straight there so we went to New Tampa Bennigans, saw Vicki, and ate some food.,p> We made it to Weeki Wachee at about 12:30 I'm guessing. I really have no clue what time it really was because in Weeki Wachee, you lost all concept of time and just go with the flow until it seems like you should leave. The next three days are pretty much a blur, but I do know I fell off the boat and dropped just about anything I touched Friday, earning the nickname "the dropper." It could be worse I guess. Saturday night Justin had the great idea to steal Josh's last hot pocket and replace it with a beat ass hot dog that I think was dropped on the floor a few times. Josh was not amused. I think this really set him off because fot the next hour and a half he just yelled at everyone about how no one appreciated Weeki Wachee and the river house.
I think I got to sleep at about 5 AM yesterday and woke up at what I thought was 8 AM. It actually turned to be about 8:30. I had to work at 10. I was nevertheless 45 minutes last to work because after the hour and a half drive to my brother's place to drop him off, I still had to get back to my house and pick up some work clothes. I worked a double yesterday which really sucks after a weekend of doing absolutly nothing. I feel kinda bad for eating Josh's pasta, but it was just sittin there getting cold. What can a guy do, you know? At least I didn't touch his hot pocket, I'd be in some deep shit then.
I went to bed a little after 9 PM tonight and woke up just before midnight. I don't know what it is, but I can't ever seem to sleep before 3 AM. I hate the fact that I can't get on a regular sleep schedule. My throat hurts pretty bad right now, maybe I'm getting strep throat or something. Maybe it's the Hanta Virus. HAHAHAHA yeah, that's probably it. For now I'm gonna go eat a pretzel and think about what I've done...
Today was much like most of my days this summer. I got up, lifted, washed my car, and worked. All in that order. Not too much happened today worth talking about so I guess I'll just write whatever random shit comes into my head. As you can see I've started this post with the current song playing I'll be updating it as I go along. Kinda like right now...
Yeah I figure this way you'll get to see that I listen to more than one song while writing this and stop periodically to just stare at the wall. I'm also no longer putting them in BOLD as you could probably tell because I think it takes the focus away from what I have to say. I got paid 10 bucks to close by myself last night, so I did it. I probably would have done it for free had the guy bugged me enough, but he didn't take that angle. Today someone called in so I had to close by myself again. I didn't really end up closing by myself though, the dude who paid me 10 clams to do it last night helped me out alot, so that's cool. He also switched shifts with me so I can have off Thursday and work Wednesday so I can spend time with my brother and sister on Thursday.
Really haven't been in that great of a mood since some point last night. I don't really know the exact point, but I'm guessing it was around 9:30ish. Yeah I really flipped out at a waitress for something really stupid. Sometimes though, you just have to do it. It appears I've picked up the reputation of being the "mean guy" at work. Yeah that makes sense. So I guess "The Mean Guy" can go on my list of nicknames along with "Frank," "Turbogoose," "The Goose," "The Dropper," and "Ranch Boy." The last two names I picked up this past trip to Weeki Wachee if I hadn't already told you about that.
Yeah, I'm pretty proud of myself for gaining 2 nicknames this trip, although Justin tried his best to steal "The Dropper" from me. Last trip all I did was set the record for fastest canoe flip. Too bad the canoe was stolen and I couldn't try to atleast tie that mark. I'm kinda bored now and really running out of shit to talk about so I guess I'll just go play some NHL 2002 or whatever while I let the virus checker do it's thing.
Well, I do believe this is the latest in the morning I've ever written a post on this website without having gone to sleep yet, excluding anything I wrote in Vegas because that's a different time zone, so 3 AM there is actually 6 AM here and that would be later than this.
Anyway, I'm really tired, but I can't sleep. I've been thinkin about tryin out for UCF's hockey team next year and after thinking that I'm really out of it and probably wouldn't make the team, I might as well not waste my time, but then I figured, "why the fuck not?" S yeah, fuck it! I'm gonna do it man. I just need to get a hold of someone who knows somethin about where and when I will be able to tryout and what kinda shit I'll be expected to do so I don't look like a complete idiot. In adition to all of that, the Beef O'Brady's beach trip 2004 is now scheduled for July 10-11.
Yeah, I know I won't be able to get off both of those days because that would mean that someone would have to work both of those days and I just know that's not going to happen. Everyone is probably gonna want to go there. Well I, being the feindishly clever evil genius that I am, have devised a great plan to make it so that I can spend both nights there and still work one of them and not have anyone bitch and/or complain about how I caught a break. I'll request the 11th off so I can stay out there all day Sunday and tell Brian (the guy who makes the schedule) to schedule me for a double on Saturday. I'll tell him to make me first out Saturday night though so I can get out early and still make it to the beach at night for some late night festivities. It really is a brilliant plan and with Brian's cooperation it will work extremely well.
Yeah, I still can't sleep though, and it's hotter than two squirrels having sex in a wool sock in here. Holy crap I'm workin up a sweat just typing. Not that I would use it, because it would drown out the sound of the music, but the fan has gone missing too. Some bastard will pay for that dearly. I'LL GET YOU, YOU BASTARD!!!!
Well It's been a couple of days so I've forgotten some of the shit I've done. Who am I kidding, I'm a lame-o, I don't do anything, ever. Didn't work Saturday night. I might as well have though cause all I did was go to Marks and watch Mystic River. My brother just got pissed for having read that. Who am I kidding? No one's reading anymore. I've seriously had like 7 hits this month. That's just sad. I'm pretty sure 2 of them were me too. Oh well.
When the Fall symester starts I should be gettin alot more traffic here because everyone is online all the time at school. Sunday night I went to my brother's and we watched 2 movies. One of the movies, Lucky, just happens to be the biggest piece of crap anyone has ever tried to pass off as a movie. The piece of shit stars this fat guy and a scraggly looking dog. The fat guy is a cartoon writer and a functional alcoholic who accidently hits the dog. The dog turns around his career by telling him what to write for his scripts, but also turns the fat guy into a serial killer. The fat guy ends up shooting himself and everyone else dies too. Except the fucking dog who kills people too and also apparently can open a refrigerator.
So the whole movie is shot in a haggard ass looking house with beer cans all over it because the dude is such an alcoholic and the guy just talks to the dog who just sits there looking innocent looking back, talking to him through telepathy. They couldn't even make it seem as though the dog's mouth was moving or anything. This was by far the worst movie I've ever seen. Even worse than the last movie I've said was the worst movie I've ever seen. I don't quite remember what movie that was, but I'm sure it couldn't have sucked as bad as this piece of crap. Man whoever wrote this shit should be shot in the fucking head for having created such a horrible, stupid movie (I mean really, it looked like it was shot in a camcorder from like fucking 1990 it was that grainy). My brother and I should also be shot for having rented it and Hollywood Video should be put out od business for carrying not one, but 2 copies of it.
After that crap, we watched The Whole Nine Yards. It was a pretty funny movie and definately worth watching more than once. Go rent it now mother fucker!!! Well, actually keep reading this but rent it after you're done. Today I took my grandma to the airport, traffic on I-4 wasn't that bad, but a dude in a white Civic almost hit me at one point. That would ahve completely ruined my day. After I got home I washed my car cause it had taken on quite a barrage of bugs over the last few days. It's looking great now, armor-alledthe tires, and trim on the windows and the rearview mirrors and shit so everything was shining like crazy. Too bad it'll probably rain tomorrow.
Work tonight wasn't that bad. There was really only 1 bad rush and it only lasted for about 20 minutes. I'll take that shift any day man. Got out of there a little after 10:30 because I was helpin Kyle alot with some of his closing shit. I'm a nice guy like that. So there are also plans in the works for Thursday. Mike, Collin, Shane, and I are going to get together, eat food, and brainstorm for "Cougarbear." It's sure to be an instant classic. I'm referring do the events of the night, not the movie, I'm sure the movie will be completely retarded and just a shade better than that piece of crap I mentioned earlier. I also invited Hoeksema to come over too and throw out some ideas. He said he would write down all the bad words he knows and then draw pictures of what they mean. It sounds like a great plan to me.
This is truly a kickass song. One of my top 10 favorites of all time. Anyway, Thursday night should be a good night for planning about shit. I'm sure that someone will get pissed (me or Mike) and someone will spill somethin (me or Hoeksema) and someone will pass out (definately Mike) but all in all, it should be a pretty good night. I told my manager, Trevor about it, and I'm taking alot of food from Beef's to Mike's so that should be interesting, yeah really interesting should he actually show up. I'm guessing that since Mike Lives even further into Tampa than he lived before, and Trevor is working Thursday night and most likely won't crash there, that he'll probably not show up at all, but you really never know. I've run out of shit to talk about now, so I guess I'm gonna hit the hay now or somethin like that.
Why not, you know??
I just realized that this summer is really flying by. I mean holy shit man, it's almost the fucking 4th of July already. That always means that the summer is soon enough to be over. I really don't want the summer to end either. Not really because I'm having way too much fun this summer, because this summer has blown compared to last summer, but more so because I really don't like school. Don't get my wrong, I like college, but just not the whole school part of it, taking tests, doing homework, waking up, it's just not me. Damn this is really a kickass song. One of my 3 favorite of all time. I love it. Anyway, I tried to go to sleep at around 2ish I'm guessing, but my stomach started feeling really crappy and I decided that I was not going to get any sleep at all in that kinda condition. I really feel like I'm about to throw up, but I know I'm not. I don't really throw up that often, sober atleast.
Ahh, yes!! Another great song. Not quite as great as Everlong, but still great nonetheless. Anyway, yeah so I got up and drank a bunch of water and took some Tylenol PM in hopes it makes me wanna go to sleep. Chances are I'll just stay here for awhile and after I run out of things to write about I'll just play minesweeper til I get bored and force myself to sleep. Those sort of "sleep aids" don't normally work on me. Shit man, nothing works on me except morphine, and it looks like we're fresh out of that. Not that I would take that crap, because it would probably make my stomach feel even crappier than it does now. Last time I had morphine it made me throw up in the morning, so that stuff is the devil. Although, it might have been the combination of all the other painkillers they had given me.
Yet another Completely kickass song. Also one of my 3 favorite of all time. This is like the 6th time I've heard this song today, and if memory serves me correct, it's still playing in my car's MP3 player. Gotta love the MP3 player. So anyway, tonight I went to some school really really really close to UCF to see Anberlin play with Phillip, his step brother, and The Samoan. As usual whenever The Samoan opened his mouth I was quick to make him look foolish for whatever he had just said. Anberlin put on a pretty good show, even though they didn't play that many songs, but hey, what can u ask for only 5 bucks?
Another great song. Man, I'm really hittin a good luck streak here. I guess that means I didn't win the lotto tonight, cause if I had, it would be all bad luck from here on out. Anyway, after the concert we all came back home, which took about an hour and a half, as it usually does on that trip. I ran out of conditioner tonight. I really need to get some more or my hair is just not gonna feel the same. Even now with the little conditioner that was left in the bottle my hair feels pretty grainy. Holy crap. I'm freakin out man. It feels like my arms are like 15 feet long and the keyboard is really far away.
That makes like 5 songs in a row that rock all kinds of awesomeness all the time. Yeah, definately still freakin out. I really wonder what makes me feel like this sometimes. The earliest time I can remember feeling like my arms were a million feet long was in 8th grade when I was up late reading a book on FDR because I had a report due on him the next day in Mrs. Rogers' class. Yeah, if this keeps up much longer I think I might ahve to just go back to my bed or somethin. It must be the lack of sleep, yeah, definately the lack of sleep. It's playin tricks with my head.
I dunno though, cause I've only been up for like 14 hours and I know I've been up for way longer than this before. Shit, I've probably stayed up for almost three times as long. Yeah, almost sure of it. Ok, I think I've got the problem under control now. Man, I just noticed that everything I've typed so far is exactly what I'm thinkin, I'm not even taking the time to edit out the crap and just type the good part. Who am I kidding? There IS no good part. Well, this has seriously been one of the most random thinking entries I've ever had. I'm pretty sure I'm done thinking now though, so I guess I'll just hit the sack for the second time tonight. Wish me luck, you bastard!
Well, It's been awhile since I've written anything. Not like anyone has noticed though, except you, Mike. I'm sure you've noticed. I've been working alot lately. Haven't really felt much like posting anything either. My assumptions were correct about last Thursday's gathering at my brother's place. Someone did indeed spill something (my brother dumping olive oil on me) and I did get very pissed about this. Am I a psychic? I'd have to go with probably. I started this week out having been only scheduled for 4 shifts, but after picking up a shift Monday morning and one on Saturday morning I will get at least 6 with a possibility for a 7th shift on Sunday night depending on whether or not there is anything good going on Sunday night.
Who am I kidding? There's never anything good going on ever. I might as well work, complain like hell about it, and possibly go into overtime for the first time this summer. I think if I stretch my shifts out I verywell could end up with 42-45 hours this week on top of the 50 bucks I was given to work this morning's shift. that would be a nice fat paycheck to go along with the 2 that I still need to deposit. I've come to realize that I am, in fact, not a very nice person. After my mom getting pissed off at me tonight and lecturing me about how I need to be nicer, I've decided that she is absolutly right.
I'm not a nice person, I may be fairly reliable and the type of guy you can always call when you're in a jam, but I am certainly not a nice guy. It's because of this that I'm pretty sure I'll live a long, miserable, lonely life and die sometime in my early 100s while sitting on the crapper or something embarrassing like that. I know deathclock.com only gave me until i was about 36 and a half years old but for some reason I think they're wrong.
I'm suddenly really tired. I think I should probably go brush my teeth and get to bed. Tomorrow is chest and triceps day. The Samoan is supposadly going with me. I'm not very sure I spelled that word right, but I really don't care that much. Later...