Hello Darlin. Nice to see ya

It's been a long time. You're just as lovely as you used to be.

It's been seven days since my last post, which was pathetic. No interesting thoughts or stories or observations.

The simple fact of the matter is that absolutely nothing has been going on with or around your dear Amanadoo. No job. No school. No major upheavels. I'm like jonesing for school to start over here. I've applied just about every place this town has got, but evidently I'm an undesirable. All the college kids have all the summer jobs anyway. No worries though.

This weekend may prove to be blog-worthy as BF and I may or may not be sojourning to my hometown, where he would be meeting my family for the first time. It very well may not go down because his parents (under whose control he's pinned...remember, he's younger than me)

I think perhaps I'll visit the fam sometime soon regardless. Some really heavy stuff has been going on around these parts. By "these parts," I mean 'inside my head,' but that counts. I could use some brotherly love and grandmotherly wisdom. Not to mention that nice 6 hour drive.

BUT THE POINT IS, GENTLE READER, THAT I SHANT NEGLECT MY BLOG ANYMORE!!! Not for a whole seven days anyway. Unless I'm overcome with bronchitis again, like I was for the last 8 or 9 days. I'm which case, screw the blog, I've got some antibiotics to become accustomed to so that the next time I get sick, it'll be harder to treat the disease within and I'll be sicker for a solid 8 or 9 days. A little bitter.

More later, my lovelies.

Wake up, wake up---it's the first of the month....

So, school still rocks it hard. At least it does compared to toiling away at "real college" or sitting at my parents house day dreaming about foreign countries yelling at my Moms to get in the kitchen and fix a sista a sandwich......The two girls that had seperated themselves from the rest of us at first have warmed up. Turns out they're pretty cool. Though the one chica really can't stand some of the girls. Can't win 'em all I guess.

Yesterday I called musky Husky and told her I can't work there anymore. She was cool about it, but she kept trying to extract info as to why I was quitting. I didn't tell her anything. Screw that...just gimme my check so I can get new tags and cease driving illegally. I'm grateful that they gave me a job when no one in my own damn town is hiring, but I'm also happy I don't have to drive all the way out to the stinkin' west side. Also, I'm deep in regret for not heeding Derek's advice (check out yesterday's comments). Wise as his wisdom is, the best idea I ever heard for quitting a crappy job came from some comedian guy on Comedy Central...He said that the next time you leave a job (cause you know when you're going to get fired, and you definetly know when you're gonna quit), you should go into work with a pocket full of glitter. And when they tell you to leave or you tell them you're leaving, throw some in their face, say "glitter!!!" and run. Cause you get to go home, but they have to walk around all day covered in glitter. That stuff is hard to clean off.

Shhahahaha!