Right. Haven't updated for a while. I feel a little bad about that. Well ... not really. I've been too busy to feel bad about not updating my journal. Feels like a lot has happened in the time that's past ... probably because a lot has happened, just over and over again. So, yeah, I got the job at Winn-Dixie, working at the deli/bakery ... and, contrary to what might be the popular thought about me, I'm actually LOVING working there. I do, seriously. First off, I get to meet all kinds of new people, and I feel kind of needed - but more importantly, my manager reminds me so much of Patti King (classmate) that the resemblence is uncanny, and working with her just makes the shift go by kickass fun. It's pretty much the same thing day after day, and I don't really know all of the prices and how to cook everything yet - but I'm getting there! I mean, today I baked and decorated my first cake! It was pretty. Chocolate buttercream ... mm mmm! I bought it, took it home to share off to all of my people. They were impressed. I'm a tired little boy right now though. I spend about half my time at work washing DISHES ... yes, dishes. Last week, I had to deal with these two thirteen-year-old girls that were giggling over by the cakes talking about "oh, let's go flirt with the guy behind the counter. He's so hot with two T's" ... or something like that. Go figure. Amy (the manager who reminds me of Patti) and I just laughed about that for a while after they left. It was fun. I'm having loads more fun there than I did at TGIFriday's. I feel respected and appreciated there, plus the people are more friendly and ... it's just more pleasant. Just more enjoyable. I love it. Of course, I've also been spoiling David and Shannon with the food I bring home almost every night. What else to talk about ... hmmm ... I went to see Pirates of the Carribean ... that was a kickass movie. Loved it. I highly recommend it. I can't believe Johnny Depp always thinks he does a crappy job. I think he's a great actor. What else? Hmm ... Talked about a certain someone in class today. The class was Contemporary Heath Topics. A group of four guys (who like to talk during other people's presentations) were leading discussion today - on Drug abuse - and were boring as fucking hell. It felt like all they talked about was Marijuana ... which, they pretty much did for about fifty minutes. And the class is an hour and fifteen minutes long. I just about shot one of the guys ... not only was he boring, but he was quiet (when all of us in the class knew he wasn't usually), monotonous (ditto), and read directly from the paper, as though he didn't have a clue what he was talking about - and he expected the class to be engaged enough to have a discussion over the topic? How ... sad. In the last fifteen minutes, they FINALLY asked us if we had any drugs we wanted to discuss, and, of course, I just happened to be sitting right next to the group - so I piped up. I wanted to talk about heroin. Which is very widely overlooked now. I just fucking went off on the guys, telling how pissed off it made me that drug awareness groups focus so much on things like smoking and pot (which never killed anyone) and don't focus on the drugs that are actually a growing problem in our society ... like heroin. There are groups that think heroin is cool, because of that anorexic, dark-eyed look that it gives you that's been popularized thanks to Calvin Klein and other ads like that. The reason why those people are so thin is because they can't fucking AFFORD food because they're too busy paying for bags of heroin - and it's a scary, scary, very fucking scary thing, to know that these people, in order to just function in their everyday lives, have to give up food just to buy a bag of heroin to make life liveable. And that's fucking ADDICTION, my friends. It's not so much for the high anymore, when you feel like you're going to fucking die unless you get some. I started a riot in class. There were people screaming at each other across the room about the DARE And Just Say No drug awareness programs and how ineffective they are. I had more people talking in five minutes than the actual group leaders had done in fifty. Sad, isn't it? And it's all thanks to that certain someone. *kisses her cheek, because she knows who she is* I opened quite a few eyes in class today, thanks to my inspiration ... hopefully, it will go far. I'm going to go talk to my muse now, because I love her so. Goodnight and blessed be. P.S. The word of the week is sanctimonious. It means to make a show of sanctity, affecting saintliness - hypocritically devout or pious (like many Christians I know). Feigning piety or righteousness. Synonyms include: holier-than-thou, pietistic, self-righteous. Feel free to use it in a sentence all this week. P.S.S. Just a little fun fact. Many of the pictures I use in this journal are of Lawrence from Boys Next Door. He's a 14-year-old heroin-addicted male postitute. ... coincidental? He does the prostitution thing because he doesn't have a choice - his boss will kill him if he quits, as well as he would be unable to afford the heroin he needs to survive.