Oh, such a good song. "For You" by HIM.
Let's see. Today I worked Sonic from 2:30-5. It wasn't too bad, if anything seemed to go by even faster than ever. I don't think the tips were as good because we weren't wearing short shorts. Hmmm...
Then I went and got gas. See, I'm not sure that dad knows that I'm actually paying for my own gas. He thinks he's paying for it. Silly old man. I'm not that much of a freeloader. Turns out if I'm about to hit red, $40 fills it up to nearly full. Good call, you gas guzzling tank. But I love my truck, so it's ok. It's got great butt warmers for the bitter cold Texas weather. YEAH!
Babysat in the evening. The kid is always pretty fun. Tonight, we played Lego Star Wars. We've played before, but tonight we actually went on missions and stuff, so it was fun. I like being the blue girl... Use my Force. But tonight he made me pick a guy with a gun so I went with Chewy. Ha ha, Scott. Jewbaca. Then we played Billy & Mandy and watched the Simpsons Movie. Pretty good night. After I got him to bed, I watched 3 That '70s Shows, part of Fight Club, half of Degrassi (Such a dumb show.), and Platinum Weddings.
As I sat there, I couldn't help but wonder. What'll my future be? I found a really sweet love note by the sink that came with some flowers. I wonder what my future will turn into. Ha ha, it better be alright, or I'll kick life in the face.
I looked for vintage prom dresses tonight. All the cute '50s dresses were really expensive... I guess I'll just stick with my red dress. If anything, I feel really fancy in it cause it was made by a pretty swanky celebrity designer. I just want to go find some good, high heels for it because for some reason, I feel so short in that dress. Well I'm just short in general. And small. Everything with me is small. Bleh. It could be worse, I guess.
And now I'm sitting here eating artichokes that taste too strongly of basil for me to enjoy them fully. My eyes burn, my hair is unruly, and I'm still wearing my blue guard jacket. But the amazing thing is these days, my phone's battery lasts until I go to bed. Like, I can go to bed with half my bars still up.
Who reads my blog? I wasn't aware it was ready by anyone. I don't mind, because I'll write whatever I want. Darren Shan said that the only way to ever get better at writing is to keep writing. I trust him, because he's sold tons of books and write successful horror series. I wish my life could be like that someday.
There's probably more to ran about, but... eh. I'll think of it later.
xx Contemplative Marz
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