So I'm here in BCIS for the next 45 minutes with absolutely nothing to do. We just had a senior class meeting. Yeah. That sucked. Dallas thinks I'm a bitch now. For what reason? You tell me. I'm just as clueless. I have to work 5 to close tonight. I am so sick of this fucking job. I'm sick of the people I work with and I'm sick of the work. Lauren. Wifey. Is Chili's still hiring? :( I'm off tomorrow. Then I work 4 to close Thursday and then I'm off Friday. Friday I'm going to go get my senior pictures taken. Anyone want one? I work 2:30 to close Saturday and I'm off Sunday and Monday for whatever reason. Then it's the same schedule for the rest of the week. Blah. Repetitive. Keith drove his blue Third Gen to school today. I'm fucking jealous. It looks so good. Mine's faster, but, looks shittier. A lot shittier. Soon enough Krystal, soon enough. I guess that's it. I need to use the rest of this class period to write my research paper for English. Word of the day: Whatever.