quoted:

"You want some of this kid? You want it?"
-me. I'm a hit with the kids

feel this:

"...when everything inside me feels like everything I hate, you are the hope I have for change, you are the only chance I'll take..." Switchfoot

I'm sitting in Stacy's room on her computer, but she's not here. Lame.
I am starving and really want to eat her Easter candy that's sittin in a basket on her desk. Mmmmm. Easter candy.
It turns out that I don't even have my lesson today, which is kinda lame, but kind of okay because I didn't have a great day tip-wise at work. I just keep getting phased early and it sucks. I want more tables people! So yeah, I don't have to pay $50 for my lesson. That's a plus. But Stacy and I so enjoy our once a week dinners that I drove over here anyways, and I'm watching Gilmore Girls with Ryna tonight, and she's right up the road.
Basically, I'm just feeling a little bored and awkward. (one of Stacy's suitemates and a friend are across the way in her room...she's probably like 'get out of here Stacy's annoying sister!') Maybe I should go over to the music building and see if Stacy is there. Hmmm.
I f'ed up my big toe royally today. I was downstairs still in bed when I heard the phone ringing upstairs. And our phone tells us whose calling and I heard it say "whitworth" so I knew it was Stacy and I jumped out of bed and ran upstairs, in the process catching the top of my big toe at the top of the stairs. I originally thought I'd smashed my nail cause there were jagged pieces hanging off, but it turns out that the jagged pieces were chunks of skin. I have it wrapped up right now and I'm afraid to look at it. It hurt like hell and it was throbbing while I was walking on it at work.
I hope it's better by Sunday for Bloomsday! Huzzah!
I have the next two days off. I get crappy shifts. Maybe cause I suck or maybe because we have too many servers. I'd like to think it's the latter, but at any rate, still get crappy shifts.
All right, I've had enough of this. I'm going to go and find that bi-otch who told me she'd be done with class by 3. Dirty liar.

yesterday // life goes on