Life goes on... Note to Self: Check and make sure that when an entry is private is really is on private. Yeah, everytime I actually get brave enuff to type down things that I truly feel and pop off random thoughts and feelings out in a journal some boy always gets ahold of it. Poor Dallan he's seen a lot that he prolly wishes he hadn't. Yeah, everytime I write a slightly negative entry about any boy, yeah they get ahold of that entry and -only- that entry. My Army Nate dude did and Dallan...and now Derek. haha I was kind of in shock, well that's an understatement of the word 'shock' when I found out that Derek had read it. I couldn't remember everything I wrote in it but of course things kept coming back to me and that potentially embarrasses me. I don't know if I'm glad he read it...or not...I mean, then I didn't have to say it all and you can't get much more detail out of me unless you get to my journal. After reading that one...you can't get any more into my personal life so they all might as well read everything else I wrote huh? I mean, I don't mind if strangers read this b/c I could care less....but ppl I know that actually ask about it or treat me differently b/c of what they read in my journal....yeah then it matters to me. Anyways, I should stop complaining about ppl seeing my journal. After all it is public...mostly. And it's too late now, they've all read and life moves on. *scratches at herself viciously* Gaaaahh! I knew that if I complained a lot about doing Small Satellite this Wednesday night then it wouldn't turn out so bad b/c I would expect the worst and complain about it, and then it would turn out better (positive). So I expected to be out like by midnight and be in so much pain the whole night and messing up everywhere. Well...I wasn't in pain with my shoes until like after we were done serving b/c I didn't have much time to think about my feet or legs. I lifted up trays and carried them all! I did the 6 salads on a tray, one hot plate tray and 8 desserts on a tray. Weeee! I feel so strong an' all. The only mess I did was drop a fork and spoon on some lady. I kept saying sorry which you should of course, and she says, "Oh...*cringe* you didn't mean to..I guess so it's okay." And I juss smiled sweetly. *smiles evily* I seemed so concerned about her shirt but really I could care less..it was a stupid fork. I hate ppl. I guess Wesa was right, I'm not going to get very far in life. teehee. Now she knew how I felt having to pick up everyones dirty plates an' stuff. I didn't drop anything else tho! Even trays! And Michael didn't yell...like at all...he's like calm in really hecktick situations or something? Maybe he had enuff help? *shrugs* Anyways, he seemed almost...pleasant and ...human for once! When I first walked into work today to help set up of course, what music was on...MOULIN ROUGE...yeah... teehee! Yay. Of course they were apart of Michaels CD collection. Ironic. It was cool b/c earlier that morning Derek and I were singing the Elephant Love Medley together...and yes, he was actually singing it. It was cute. hmmm....Singing boys can't get much hotter esp red heads...*scribbles out Rykers face with a magic marker and smiles sweetly* Yes, hot red head singing... I had another root canal today so I was a lil' numb at work today. I noticed I got my mouth back around 8 o'clock that night. I didn't eat much tho...I had half a PB&J and a bowl of cereal...and then three shrimp and some cheesecake. I wasn't really hungry. Mutti told me to go shopping with her morrow in the morning for like underwear so she could help me get some good deals. Haha.. Yay...underwear shopping, now you all know. I need a new bra...if only they had sizes under A that weren't 12 year olds training bras or something. And apparently the neighbors dog didn't die while I was gone. Dang. But Yoda almost got killed...by that dog. haha. I wonder if the neighbors yard or plants are dying? Hmm...I'm so responsible. I juss got out of the shower. I feel so nice now. mmmm. I don't smell funny anymore!I'm not too tired either. I should watch TV until I'm tired. I don't have to work anymore this week! I getta go to the Fair with Nattie and have a sleepover. Minnie Mouses Bday ish morrow. I should get her something and then attempt to be home on Friday when we celebrate her Bday. I wonder what she wants. I need to go to the bank. I'm thinking about applying at Fung Shuig or whadeva that place ish here in Smithfield. They actually have hours and pay more than once a month. *shrugs* I should try it. I noticed my sentences are becoming run on sentences. I won't shut up now. I should stop. I felt very poetic today while at work. All the sights and smells sent me into a world of words that felt I had to put together but of course, I didn't have time nor the energy. haha... I don't really feel poetic much anymore...this was unusual...and I liked it. I hate writing. MMMmmmm.....cheese cake...A shower...no more work and sleep...the best things ever, oh and pickles.