I'm A Workin' Girl

Worked three days in a row and I'm finally getting the hang of things. Tonight I even got to host by myself for a bit! Felt really good :)

I've been staying up super late finishing homework and I've been waking up exhausted and hating the world. Good thing is that it's over! Tomorrow is my last day of psychology :( I'mma fail that test for sure. And I'm gonna go to the dodge ball tournament to watch Mr M, as he put it, "beat the shit out of high school students". That should be fun!

And I'm WAY confused. I feel like everything's kind of... flipped. Like when we're in San Antonio for BOA and I'm making a waffle. Everything's ok until you flip the waffle machine and then magic happens. Well I wouldn't call this magic... maybe a miracle, maybe some stroke of fate. There's gotta be some explanation for all of this. Something is either working against me or with me... Though I don't know why. My horoscope was true! 2010 is a giant 180 degree turn for everything in my life.

Thinking back to what Heather and I talked about earlier, it would be really funny if I was right. Even though I know it couldn't possibly ever happen in a million years, it's still a thought that made me smile and laugh. Like when I was working earlier, I saw this young couple walking with their arms around each other under their umbrella in the pouring rain. I smiled and it brought back memories. So did the sound of that sigh! That's all I do at work... is think. Remember. Create. Destroy. Plot. Anything relating to the thought process.

And balls! How is it that the two of them text me at the SAME time every night and have the SAME conversation with me? It's weird. Looks like I have three, possibly four, boys oogling over me and it's kind of annoying. I need to find someone awesome. I'm, once again, the odd one out for two reasons. One, which is obvious but others would rather not have it known because it would exploit them and then two, I'm the one with no boyfriend. Whatever.

xx Holding Onto The Phone, Holding Onto This Glass, Holding Onto The Memory Of What Didn't Last Marz