2004-12-03 - 8:26 p.m.
What is wrong with me lately? I've been being so weird and I can't help it. I don't know what the hell is bothering me but something is.
I kinda freaked out a little bit about something pretty personal, but its no big deal because I know nothing is wrong, everything IS fine, and I'm being a tard for no reason. I'm not even that worried about it, its just been in the back of my mind a little bit.
I don't know why the hell I even attempted to write about this crap, I can't spit it out because I still can't figure out whats up with me.
I'm bored. Waiting for Mitch to get back from his house cause I didn't feel like going for the drive. *sigh*
I never realized how popular the nickname "Mitchie" is. Mmmmm.
What am I trying to say?
Egh. I hate my new job already. It's so boring. I can't believe I have to be there nine hours tomorrow. I'm going to die. I literally get paid to stand around and do nothing. And at 6.50 an hour that doesn't sound like such a bad thing, until you're stuck there day after day bored out of your fucking skull not allowed to read, write, do homework... "you can't properly greet customers unless you're at the front of the store at all times" So I stand in front of the store all day, with nothing to do, because nobody wants to buy clothes there. *rolls eyes* I actually somewhat miss MacDonalds. At least I didn't have to stand around all the time and count the minutes until I got to go home... I actually did something to pass the time. Mind you MacDonalds is an extremely shitty job, there was always something I could do that didn't involve rehanging and refolding clothes a million and one times, twidleing my thumbs, examining belly lint, or sweeping a frigin floor a hundred times. I'm definitly looking for a new job after christmas. I can't take much more standing around... I need someone to actually give me something to fucking do.
Whatever.
*looks around* I'm bored. I wonder if Mitch got frustrated with me for not wanting to go with him for the drive to his house. I just really didn't feel like sitting in a car, I'm too antsy. I should be in bed. I don't know what to do with myself.
I reeeeeeally don't wanna go to work for nine hours tomorrow. I'm going to die. Die. Die. Die. Die of sheer fucking boredom.
I guess we're not going to the mall anymore, considering now he'll have his memory card, and the mall closes in 20 minutes.
He'll still wanna walk all the way to the video store though. And prolly invite Ryan over cause he was supposed to go to the mall with us for a little while, and he's only been waiting like 40 minutes for us to go.
Yea.
Whatever. I'm done.
