There is this really annoying noise in my room, and I can't figure out where it's coming from. It's driving me crazy right now. I wish I could play music loud to drown it out, but of course that would wake up the sleeping Emjo. Speaking of Emily, she has got to be the best roommate ever. I fell asleep on the couch tonight for 2 hours, and she put a blanket on me. How precious is that. She is going back home from Thursday to Friday to work, and her hometown is right by ISU, where Keri goes to school. So she offered to drop me off at Keri's and pick me up the next day to bring us back to DeKalb for the rest of the weekend. So now I get to see Keri again, sweetass bitches. The first thing Keri asks me - "Could you bring us some beer so we can pre-drink?" At least I'm good for something. Or have the right hookups rather. Either way, yes Keri, your big sister (because I am the older sister Jenn, by 15 months. Don't ever tell me again Keri looks older. Just cause she has bigger boobs, sheesh) will bring you some beer. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal. And a Happy New Year too. 15 bonus points to anyone who knows what movie that's from.
So I had that job interview at The Junction today. My would-be boss is George, a tall, hairy Greek man with a lazy eye that scares. I'm not sure if I'm going to get this job at not, but the prospects don't look to great.
George: Do you have a car?
Me: No, I don't.
G: How would you get to work each day?
Me: Either walk or take the bus.
G: Are you going to go home for Christmas break?
Me: Most likely. I have a job back home that I have to go back to.
G: Hmmm....and you've never waitressed before?
G: Why do you want to become a waitress?
Me: I love working with people, and I've always wanted to work as a waitress. (I can't think of anything else to say at this point) I'm not afraid to try it out.
"Not afraid to try it out"? What is wrong with me. I could have said anything else, but I say that. My shift would be 2 -3 days a week, from 5 pm to 2 am. That is going to really suck ass when it's the dead of winter, and I have to walk home at 2 am, because that's the time the buses stop working. My parents always bitch at me to get a job, and then when it looks like I might actually get one, they're like "2 am? Can you handle that?" Christ, do they know me at all? It's not like I'm ever asleep before that anyways. They don't like the thought of me walking home that late either, when I say, "Well how about buying me a cheap car then?", they laugh at me. Not like I expect them to anyways, but Jesus Christ, don't bitch about me walking home late if you're not going to help me out at all. George is supposed to talk it over with some people and then give me a call in a couple of days. So keep your fingers crossed for me, s'il vous plait.
I didn't go to the library at all today to start my journal, so now I have to do all of it tomorrow. I want to skip my night class, but I really should go considering I didn't last week. What really blows is that the Red Sox won today, (that's not the bad part, keep reading) so Game 7 is tomorrow. Tomorrow is when I have to be at the library all night to do the stupid journals. I want to drink and watch the game, and if I didn't wait until the last second to do everything, I could. Goddamnit. So anyone who watches the game, which you all should, think of me slaving away in the library. It should be good for a laugh or two.
I was watching the Fresh Prince of Bel Air earlier and they mentioned muffins, and it made me want some really bad. So I made a batch of blueberry muffins. It's delicious. 10 points for this movie quote, only because it's obvious, and if you don't get it Bill I'm going to be very disappointed.
Jenn, if you read this tonight, your phone must be fucked up, or else you're busy at work. I send you 2 text's back after your "Where are you?!" and I don't know if you got them or what. But I'm still up, and should be for awhile because of my lovely 2 hour nap earlier. I do have a tst tomorrow in Art History, but I'm screwed for it anyways, so I'm not even going to bother studying. Will it be pathetic if I fail this class twice? Probably. Why do I hate it so much anyways. Maybe because the teacher is a douche bag that made us by a $80 book that we never even touch? Probably. I wonder if it's too late for the pass/fail option? Probably. So much for graduating in 4 years. Hasta lluego, bitches.
Oh, and download Oh! Sweet Nuthin' by the Velvet underground. I'm obsessed. And it pretty much describes this post. Sweeeeeet nothing.