ok, unrelated, but important. You need to know who Lovedrug is. you don't know about them yet, but give'm a year or three, and they'll be all over the radio. or at least they ought to be. they're better than 85% of the junk on the dial right now anyway=_= think coldplay + radiohead before they sucked + maroon5 okay. i'm done. right, reality. relatively, of course. uh, job's come and gone. second day was today. first day doing something other than watching really bad flash animation training skits *shudders at the memory*. so. first day in reality ,right? right. drive thru. (0.0) i'm totally a perfectionist and absolutely petrified by the *thought* of failure, and they stick me on the fastest moving bit in the entire MickeyD's. cheeze... ...y'know, i actually kinda think i was getting the hang of it by the end of my shift. don't know if i'm gonna go to class tomorrow. we don't have an attendance policy, and we never *do* anything. really cheezes me. attempted to do the worksheet thing with the library girl. ended up like, dumping the worksheet off with her after almost wetting myself (not literally, but boy felt that way). that was tuesday, swung by today and was surprised she was there, think she leaves for class at 2. anyway, talked for like, a minute, all of, forcing myself to make eye contact. i really think she's beautiful, it's kinda odd, she doesn't have *anything* at all in common with my growing pile of ex's physically, facially. she mentioned the way people act in bars. so she goes clubbing? or does that have to be separate. my sister goes clubbing, i don't mind her...buuut i'm just leery of party-types b/c i'm such a shut-in by comparison. i can just think of a million other things i'd rather be doing than yelling at the top of my lungs at whoever is gyrating nose to nose with me just to be heard while choking to death, literally, on the cigaratte/weed smoke. i'd always rather be playing in the band anyway. i dunno. there's a girl at work who i *swear* looks an awful lot like library girl, like, could be a sister easy. but i'm *always* thinking people look alike that everyone else is like, what? where do you get this stuff? i dunno. oh, ending on an uncharacteristically positive note, the bank with my student loans called me. totally out of the blue. ya, they finally figured out i was back in school (thanks guys =_=) and so now i totally don't owe the 300 bucks right now anymore. thank. you. god. anyway, i really need to sleep. feel like i need to go to class, but at the same time... ... whatever.