My U-Lock broke yesterday. I looked like someone stealing a bike, and having a LOT of difficulty with it. Luckily, I ran into a good friend who saved my life by somehow outsmarting my obstinate bike lock and then letting me borrow his U-Lock, so that I wasn't stuck at the ghetto fab bar, walking home by myself with my tip out money.
Which leads me into my next thought. I get to serve at work!! Bussing is great. I do not have talk to any customers, I can joke around with everyone, get dirty, lift a lot of heavy things, clean up puke....okay, those tasks got increasingly disgusting, but really, bussing is not that bad. On the contrary, I think overall I'll enjoy bussing much more than serving. However, serving gives me a break, some more money [Penn kids, never thought I'd say this, but come back soon so you can tip me cash jawns], and a generally more well-rounded schedule (and potentially more material for my blog).
Also, my idea of being a professional blogger may be dead. New York, and soon other places, are starting to cut down on laptop user hours in coffee shops. Where else am I supposed to be a 52 year-old bitter, sardonic, sarcastic old lady, sipping tea and blogging about the young man who did not open the door for me earlier (how rude).
I wish I'd just get mono already. I know - totally random - have you met me? Why I want mono:
1. so I can sleep all day in bed with a doc's note
2. so I don't freak out anytime I'm tired and think I'm getting mono
3. let's get it over with.
For example, today I slept from 4:30-9:30 (5 hours) and 12:30-5:30 (5 hours) for a grand total of 10 hours of sleep. I'm sitting in class wondering how the eff I got here cuz my body is tired and hurts, and wondering if I can make it to Dunkin Donuts and back during our break. My main worry is that Dunkin Donuts won't be open that late. So, now I'm worried that I'm getting mono. I wish I knew what it felt like so I could be sure I didn't have it.
For this, I think my grandparents would turn over in their grave. Seriously. A baby doll that breastfeeds? Please. This doll comes with a halter top [read training bra] that has daisies that the baby hooks onto to feed. One of the reasons I find this disturbing is because I never want my kids (or God-kids since I think I will forever not enjoy children clinging to me all day long, every day, for years) to ask me if they can have a breastfeeding baby. Hell, the baby better poop, pee, cry, and bite if they are going to get it. Give 'em a real experience, instead of further making babies something teenage girls do for fun.
Okay, I'm out.
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