Sometimes, you just have to cry...

Today, for instance.
It's been a pretty decent day, overall.
I got to go to a bookstore with one of my friends, and I picked up the most awesome book with Werecats --that's right, CATS!!-- and I found a few others to put on my wish lists.
(THINK LORI FOSTER AND LISA JACKSON)
I made an omelet for the first time!! And, okay, so not all by myself, exactly, and it was kinda messed up in shape and form, but I DID IT!! And it was PDD (Pretty Darn Delicious, lol).
I made about forty bucks at work tonight, plus I got like five and a half hours on my next paycheck, so I'm all like 'SWEET!'
And yet, before I finished vacuuming and doing dishes and setting tables and all, I sat down in the banquet room, put my head in my hands, and wasted about five minutes crying for no reason that I could quite discern.
It just felt overwhelming and like the world was falling down around me...
But I couldn't tell you why, so don't ask.
Just pray that it gets better...
*sighs*

Totally crazy...

So most of you know my brother Jay; he's calm, cool, quiet, and relatively on the level and not flaky or anything...until tonight.

He didn't come home from school.

He wasn't at his friends'.

He wasn't hiding out in the barn.

He wasn't walkin' down the road.

His girlfriend hadn't talked to him today.

Or so she said.

About ten minutes after midnight, he showed up, escorted by the cops, and not really knowing just how worried we all were until we all clamored for hugs.

It seems that the girlfriend had kept him away from the phone, cuz apparently she wanted him all to herself. And she didn't care about the four messages we'd left, one from Mom, three from me, worried about him, crying (at least on my behalf) about him, just plain wondering where he'd got to. Probably, she'd planned to keep him to herself all night, but we'd given the cops her number, so she finally answered when she saw them on the caller ID.

It's kind of funny...

But we were so worried...

I was freakin' out, actually, and I couldn't sleep...

I still can't sleep, haha...

And I'm trying not to think mean thoughts about her, but until further notice, I'm not going to talk to her, even though we're friends.

Is that wrong?

Or is it okay that I feel completely justified in doing so?

Oh-so-slow...

We had two deliveries today.
No, three.
But one was from an old co-worker, and for some reason, she gets half-price, so the store doesn't profit.
There were no carry-outs.
No dine-ins.
The only money made was from a nickel I found under a table when I was cleaning up after last night's waitress...
It's kinda sad.
And I understand the economy right now sucks, but our parking lot was full.
FULL.
And they were all at Linda's Cafe...
If I were a mean person, I'd wish a curse upon them, but I'm not...
I just need to keep praying I guess...
It's hard though.
Argh...
Sorry to barf my irritations on you all...
=P

Note to self: Do Not Wear Long-Sleeved Shirts to Work!!!

Seriously it got super busy, and I only just got home twenty minutes ago!!! (That's 11:40pm my time) And so I was really hot and aggravated and I had, like, fourteen tables!! BUT, I didn't freak out --YAY FOR ME!!!-- and I got good tips that I can put towards...things...umm...whatever...lol, and I got a lot of hours for my next paycheck, too.
Sweetnes, right?
On another note...
I'M ALL OUT OF CRACKERS!!!
So, I've been riding my bike to work the past couple days, cuz gas is so EXPENSIVE, like WHOA (except Saturday, cuz it was raining big time) and I'm likin' it, though using muscles that have atrophied, lol.
(Another note to self: DO NOT BIKE RIDE FIVE MILES TO WORK WHEN YOU HAVEN'T BEEN GETTING ANY REAL EXERCISE SINCE OCTOBER!!!)
But I was hungry when I got home, and I noticed the crackers right next to the computer but I just ate the last one!!
Argh...
So, obviously I'm a bit crazy tonight. =)
Course, that's why you all love me...
But, I have another job interview tomorrow, so I better get some sleep!!!
Love you all...

Memories from way-back-when...

Pepsi really tastes bad
And it looks weird too
So I recommend
You drink Mountain Dew
But if you're not a thrill-seeker
And you want somethin' new
Drink Coca-Cola
Or I'll kill you
The sun would've shined
And the birds
They would've sang
But you didn't drink Coke
So you heard my guns bang
Coca-Cola was always fun
Until you decided to drink Pepsi One
... .... ....
Always Coca-Cola!

A little freak-out moment...

So last night I was working with this kid Eddie --though I shouldn't call him a kid, he's thirty, lol-- but anyway, so we got on the subject of relationships and all, and I asked him how many he'd been in. He had eight or nine pretty major ones, with a bunch of what I'm assuming are 'one-night stands' in between (SHAME, SHAME), and the girl he's with now, they've been together sixty-one months, aka five years --he has a thing for months, lol. And I said that's pretty impressive, when's the wedding, haha, and has he had other really long ones, then? And he said the others ranged from three to six months, except one that was initially three months, but then a few years later, they were together for about thirty-three (?) months, almost three years anyway, and I could only stare at him for a moment before asking "How can you leave someone after being together that long?" He laughed, shrugged, said, "I have no idea, really." And I stared a moment more, thinking how sad that was, saying how sad that was, and that I had to go do something else before I started crying.

He thought I was joking.

At least, he did until he came up behind me while I was trying very hard to concentrate on wrapping up the salad bar, and asked how many boyfriends I'd had. One word answer, "One," very easy, but my mood is off, so I'm struggling, and then he asked how long it'd gone on. I can't breathe, I'm not looking at him, not at the salad, not at anything, trying to calm myself, but it comes through as I answer brokenly after a moment "Almost twenty months." And he finally notices my tears, and is all shocked and asks what's wrong, to which I reply, "Nothing, it's stupid, I mean, if you don't care, why should I?"

But it obviously freaked him out as he only nodded and walked away.

He apologized later, though I told him it wasn't his fault I was so empathic (or pathetic, haha), but I think he's going to watch closer what he says around me, cuz I'm obviously an emotional girl and he can't handle emotions...

Typical guy...

Around the world in less than eighty days...

And I'm so jealous that I'm not with them...
My grandparents, that is.
They're going to all the places I want to go and more, and I've always dreamed of traveling but somehow I think that's not going to happen. I just have too much on my plate and my money is due for other things and it just really irritates me...
WHY??
Oh, I wish...
Never mind, I'm just going to pray for contentment...

I've done it again...

Relying only on the caffeine of Hershey's chocolate to keep me awake, I didn't get to sleep until nearly three, forced myself awake at six, wrote up a half-assed paper on Prince for my history of rock and roll class --that was due TODAY-- and ended up being brilliant once more.

Just think what would happen if I actually applied myself...

Hmmm...