Blah. I hate having to go to work on Saturday afternoons. I'm usually tired cause I've been out late for the past two nights, and I can't accomplish anything knowing I have to spend the evening at Red Lobster. What a waste of a day. Gah, I hate waitressing. Oh well. It pays the bills?...sorta?...
I fly home in a little over a week and the closer it gets the more excited I get. I've been looking at a lot of pictures and freaking out. Part of me is really afraid I'm not going to make it. I may make it to the airport, board the plane, and then die of impatience on the way there. This is the longest I've ever gone without at least a quick weekend at home. I really cannot wait. But you all know that.
So it was like 80 degrees yesterday. Ridiculous. Sometimes I hate Texas. It's not that I hate nice weather. I like it hot in the summer. I just hate the monotony. I think that's why people think Seattle's rain is depressing, or the wind in the midwest, or the damn sunshine (although it's cloudy today, SWEET) here in the Dallas Metroplex...we need change. It just stretches out, every day is the same. Days feel like that enough. It's nice for the weather to at least change it up and add a little variety.
I should probably think about getting ready for work. Blah. I could easily go to sleep for the next several hours. Tomorrow is a long church day. Yay for Christmas concerts. At least I don't have to work at Red Lobster. Have I mentioned I hate waitressing? Yeah, I do. I guess there are much worse ways to earn money...yeah yeah yeah.
songs: "Ups and Downs" Saves the Day
yesterday // life goes on
