The latest?

No more Vie De France. No more visors, no guacamole on my shirt, no second generation immigrants, no mall drama, no creepers(hopefully). I'm happy, but its bittersweet. I'll miss the friends I've made and those wacky regulars, but I can live without them. The boss is mad at me so he's trying not to give me my tips. Sucks for him that daddy is a lawyer. I primarily reserve that card for ex-employers. Moving away in about a month, and that has me scared shitless. I worry about the people I know. I hear stories from my parents of their old friends 'so&so' and 'whats-herface'. I hope that doesn't happen here, but I guess that's up to me. Being the flakiest person ever makes it probable. I've been doing what I do best under time constraints and stressful situations... Nothing. I've been glued to my DS for a week straight. It's time to get some stuff done. Sucks I was raised to believe the world would be gone by now and I'd be chillin' with wild animals so I didn't need to be worrying about trivial things like college or surviving on my own. If I were a good witness girl I'd be married to a thirty-something year old mechanic and popping out kids by now. How sad.


Ballet is really getting the best of me this year. We're dancing to some of the songs from the Lion King. Not the Disney version. They're great dances, but I've been slacking, so I'm pretty lost right now. I was told I was going to have a partnered dance but I think it got cut. Probably due to my constant absences. Should be fun anyways though. I'd rather not stress out about a single thing right now. My feet are already killing me and I've got enough on my plate as it is.

Dear old men

Please don't come to my work and try to flirt with me. Please stop the sexual inuendos. I'd appreciate it if you would stop trying to get me drunk in hopes that I'll look past the fact that you're old enough to be my father. When you see me having a good time with my friends, please leave it at that. Don't touch me. I don't know you and did not invite your attention.

What ever happened to personal space? I want mine back.