I had a really great talk with Donna today. We laughed and talked about boys and the suckiness of this semester and how we should get together after finals week. She told me she's considering taking some time off from teaching to pursue her art (which I think is a great idea). It sounds like in some ways she's in the same boat as me. Rrr. lol I didn't tell her about Ira (after all, I could totally see her letting it slip and saying something about him to me while I'm in drawing or something and he's around) but I did tell her about the issues I've been having with Ryan and how Cory has been acting. She seriously wondered if I'd never date Cory. Funny how people don't get that sometimes I don't like people....I just find it fun to mess with them. No, I am not a tease.
People at Subway are beging retarded. So are the customers. Oh my gosh, I was seriously ready to kill about half of the people who walked through the door. One woman was super snotty when I asked her about her veggies and was like "I want it the same way as the other one!" at which point I had to clarify to her that I had not made her previous sandwich. I had just come onto my shift and the MALE to my left had been the one who had made her sandwich. Had her head not been so far up her ass she might have made that connection without my assistance. So, yeah...If I could work at Girls Inc. I totally would. At least I could deal with people I relatively like and not these morons who don't appreciate what you do for them. I mean jeez, on one had you've got customers bitching about this that and the other whereas on the other hand you have little girls hugging you and saying they love you. Yeaaah seems like and easy enough decision to me. Damn my lack of wheels, though. Never the less, Subway days may be coming to an end soon. I'm beging to remember my reasons for quitting the first time around.
Don't get me wrong, I don't believe in signs. But if I did, wouldn't you say that me being in one car and a potentical love-interest randomly being in a car beside me and me turning one way and him turning the other would be a horrible sign?...or that after weeks of searching high and low for citrus tic tacs (which have a certain connection to someone), my mom suddenly sees some at a grocery store we frequent and buys them for me just when I've given up hope (hope for someone, not for tic tacs)?...luckily, I don't believe in signs...
Oooh, also, Ira played some freakin' awesome music in class on Tuesday. Stuff by Andrew Bird as well as The Boy Least Likely To. I've become entirely addicted to the latter, and cannot wait for some cash to grace my palm so I can snag one of their cds. Here's one of their music videos:
