exhaustion
I HATE the 'princess' type! I spent all of stagecraft busting my ass painting (i was working so hard that i broke a sweat), while little miss princess leaves class adn doesn';t come back until there is only 15 mins left.

Ever have it that you find you need substance food horribly, but there is nothing in the fridge except, like, cheese, so you slice some, grab the crackers but are so starved for protein you end up eating only the cheese? No? Oookay....

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Lisa's friends broke into my house at lunch time and didn't see anything creepy/wrong about it. I almost had a heart atack where i hear the talking in my house and know that Lisa isn't home. I open the door, and they were like "There was a back door open" all chipper and crap. I wanted to shout "Get the FUCK out of my HOUSE!" They fully don't care about Lisa - there are two who i KNOW gossip REALLY badly. I know because they are just like i was.

I am a firm believer in "What goes around comes around", and that goes for all those would-be writers who can only plaigerise essays. One day they will get theres......I remember when i got mine. It hurt like a bitch. BUT i can admit that i had it coming. so, to all your gossips...watch out. It will come to bite you in the ass.

...mmm. Protien. I ran out of crackers and I am SO STARVED for real food (though the pie at lunch was great....

I love this song. Seal - "Kiss From a Rose". I have such memories associated with it. From Batman. No - the memories arene't from batman - the song is.

well, i am out of cheese and things to say. Except that the last piece i ate was bad, so i spat it out and the dog ate it. I have the taste of mouldy cheese in my mouth.

"But did you know that when it snows me eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?"

ta

Religion
This is the best quote on religion. I agree with it.

"There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God, as if Ulitimate Reality, as if the sustaining frame of existence, were something weak and helpless. These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy begging for a few [dollars], walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, "Business as usual." But if they percieve a slight against God, it is a different story. Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.
These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart. Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defense, not God's, that the self-righteous should rush."
Yann Martel, "Life ofd Pi; A novel"

Work Tales
1) This lady comes in and is totally talking monotone. She's just rattling off the things that she wants, and I have to intterupt her to ask her what bread she wants her sandwhich on. Well, she stops and looks at me as though I've just completely thrown her off and now she'll never be able to remember anything, and how dare I? She says she wants it on a 'big' sandwhich. No problem-o. Well, the bill comes to 10 dollars or so, and she complains. I explain the bill to her. She says "oh, the meal-deal doesn't come with the BIG sandwhich?" I say no. She says "oh, then I only want a little one". Some people are stupid.

2) This woman comes in on one particular day. Our interac is down. There are HUGE pink signs up that say so. She doesn't notice them. She gets to the front of the line and says 'why isn't is working'? The girl on till goes "I don't know" (and why would she?) Well, the Soccer Mom from Hell says that this isn't good service and if she could just hold her place in line. The girl on till says "aaahhh no, sorry, you can't." The SMFH grunts and moves off to get cash. She comes back and stands in line, and then yells at the girl on till. Then proceeds to yell at me. I didn't do anything. It's not MY fault she's angry. I oonly made coffee. Well, then she moves to the next person who is the manager. I am rather angry at her by now, because she blames me for things I couldn't help. The day passes, and the next day comes, and I'm SURE she expects that I don't recognize her but I do. I don't CARE what our policy says -we do NOT depend on her, and she doesn't get a warm smile and friendly service.
What I learned that day: If you're really mean to someone on till/a waitress - they will remember.

I've run out of stories that are just "right there". SO...I'm going. Ow. Hey - to K who is at the CDIS program - have fun and good luck! If there is anybody who will succeed - it's you. ^_^

ta