Haha, I just realized I haven't updated in over a year (on my journal at least) so I figured perhaps it was time I did.

Mrmph...where do I start?
Well, things have been ridiculously busy, for one. School and work are eating up nearly every spare moment I had (the boy likes to tease me by telling me all the time how he's sold his soul to the U.S. military and STILL has more free time than me). School's been fun for the most part, despite the ever increasing number of creepy guys who are showing interest in me, despite the fact that I've got a boyfriend who could easily snap them in half. Huh. Go figure.

And work's been a bitch. For Christmas, we're doing this absolutely stupid Pictures with Santa event. Mind you, I work in a PET STORE so it's for cats and dogs. Who don't give a damn about Santa, and are merely scared shitless by the scary guy in a big fuzzy white beard. Why would you torture your poor pet like that? It's absolutely beyond me. These people are psycho. I mean, I love animals, but I don't dress mine up and force them to sit with someone they're scared of while they nearly choke to death pulling on their collars.

I'd like to write more but I should probably finish my work for tomorrow's class...meh.

It's 12:40ish in the a.m. and I should be sleeping.
But I'm not.
I don't really do that sleeping thing much anymore.
I do all my sleeping on Saturdays.
Except this past Saturday.

I actually got up EARLY.
At 9:30.
Homigod.
I know.

For me, that's early.
I usually sleep until like...12 or 1 on Saturdays.
Cha.

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I've been watching too much Scrubs.
I cannot, for the life of me, stop saying 'frick!'.
And it's driving me FRICKIN CRAZY!

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Blehhhh...
I'm eagerly awaiting my upcoming b-day.
Why?
Because I will be 18.
And other then being legal, what does that mean?
I can finally get back on AFF.net!
Woohoo!
*parties*
They started some lame ass thing were you have to sign a legal agreement that you're actually 18.

Normally I'd lie and say I was, but I'm paranoid that since it's a REAL, legal thing, I'd get found out.
So I've waited.
A whole year.
Yup.

Yes, so I gave up Perry Michael last Wednesday. A girl on my bus who was thrilled to have her evil little baby simulator asked me if I was sad to give it back. I laughed. And laughed. Until I nearly cried. Then looked at her in all seriousness, and said no. That thing...was a horrific experience.

So anyway...today in the anime club at my school, we watched Howl's Moving Castle, which is one of my favorite movie EVA. Howl is such a drama queen, but I love him. And....he has a nice ass. A very, very nice ass. My favorite quote out of the entire movie will, regardless of how many times I've watched it, always be: "I give up. I see no point in living if I can't be beautiful." ~Howl. XD Haha, that gets me every time, it's so pathetically funny!

And continuing on a positive note, I'm going to destroy my boss. Why? Perhaps I'll write on that later...I'm feeling quite lazy right now.

Or at least they will be, when I finally lose what's left of my sanity after this damn religion project.

Today I was burdened with...I mean, given...a baby simulator that I chose to name Perry. The little thing decided to keep quiet until right when it was time to leave and I had about 3 minutes to get my stuff and get to the bus. I had to use the key to shut it up, and hold it in from nearly 20 minutes, during the span of which I opened my locker with one hand, got my stuff, and barely made the bus.

It's cried only once since then, around 6:30, but it took another 10 minutes of waiting with the key in before it finally made this bizarre cooing sound and I could stop. It hurts my hand. I cannot wait to return this...thing.


And....I think Miyavi really DOES need to get taken away. XD

Awkward and frightened at first, because my name, the real me, SHOWED up. Then I realized it was only records from a track meet I did a few years ago. It was just the listings of the racers and their time and place.