I myself have an interview with the Rotary Club International to see about heading over to Italy...or wherever as an exchange student. I'd like Italy the best, I have no idea why. Maybe because of the Roman culture. I'd like to go back to Britian, but not nearly as much as i would like the go to Scotland. Italy is the winner so far, and I'm lucky that Italian is a good deal like Spanish. I'm quite fluent in Spanish.
I cheated AGAIN today. I'm just not having luck. I want to get through a whole week...then I'll reward myself. But I shoved a spoon down my throat again...at work. I ran into the bathroom and came out gagging and coughing with my face and eyes an unpleasent red color. The waitresses eyed me suspicously, as they have nothing better to do at the end of the day.
Busser Mark had been following me around all day, and when cleaning the bathroom, he threw the bag of trash at me, turned out the lights and locked the doors. It was eerie, having no light and being locking in a men's restroom.
"MARK! I'm gonna kill you!" I half screamed and half laughed. His own laughter came from outside the door.
Don't ask me how, but I managed to get out of the bathroom. I went into the busser's station, saw him standing at the sink, and I slapped him on the back, really hard. It echoed through the kitchen. Wow, was was proud of that. I didn't look at his face, but going by the fact that he didn't talk for a while, that it hurt pretty badly.
Then of course, he sprayed me with the dish nozzle....
I realized today that I'm very lucky about where I work. By this time last year, I had already quit my job. My boss is good to me, the waitresses are kind, the bussers are a fucking riot, and the hostesses are...okay, they're not great, but there are a select few I really like! The customers can be plain-flat assholes most times, but I can deal. I can bitch on paper and use this nifty little tool.
Everyday a young man about my age goes to the almost always vacant park kitty corner from my house and practices his basketball abilities. He's there everyday, stay there for about 3 hours, and I've only started seeing him about two months ago. When I'm bored, not at work, or whatever, I will often watch him from my driveway. I wonder if I should go over there and introduce myself, see how long he'll be here. Mum says I should.
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