miyumi85

8 years ago- I tried to kill myself because I believed that I couldn't do anything but make other people miserable.

7 years ago- I got ready to go home for the summer hoping that it would be better than the previous year, because I'd been at boarding school all year.

6 years ago- I got ready to go home for the summer hoping that having graduated, I could finally have a good summer at home.

5 years ago- I got ready to go home for the summer hoping that having made it through the first year of college, they'd stop treating me like I couldn't live on my own.

4 years ago- I dreaded going home for the summer, having stopped hoping for a good one.

3 years ago- same as the previous year.

2 years ago- I got ready to graduate, praying that I'd find a place to live before the date, and that I wouldn't be dragged back to HHI.

1 year ago- I was saving up to move to OH so I could live with my love.

Spring was my favorite season when I was little. I want that back.

Happy Zombie Jesus Day!!!!

There are many types of love, and you can categorize them in many ways. I have a short time before work. There are the categories of friendship, family, and romance... within each of these are two of these three subcategories.

There is false love. This is love where you think you love that person, but you really just want to possess them. This is characterized by insane jealousy/protectiveness/possessiveness. Obsession is common.

Then there is true love and real love. This is unselfish, wanting that person to be happy, wanting to make that person happy.

True love is a type of real love. The difference is: true love cannot die, fade, or change except to grow. Real love, if it is not nurtured, can do any of those things. BUT, real love, if it does change because it wasn't nurtured, can be nurtured back to its former form and intensity.

Lots of people find real love. You can feel it for more than one person, and even more than one person at a time.

True love, few people find it, and never when they're looking. It is incredible, and very scary, because it feels like it will kill you just to feel it. It is always returned, but can be hidden, even from the person who feels it. When one acknowledges it, but the other denies it, it makes things difficult for both, and hell for the one who acknowledges it. How does one recognize it? If you are living through hell and would rather that than the person you feel it for be unhappy, then you feel true love. Especially if, despite the hell you're going through, you know it would be a million times worse if you had no idea what was going on with that person.

People who really love each other, but don't trully love each other, can be very happy together as long as they each nurture their own love. Unless one of them stumbles upon a true love. Not sure about then... I think that eventually the real love will diminish, because the person will always feel something is missing.

True love, is definitely in the romance... might be within the other two. If it is found in friendship, it must be incredibly rare. I think the bond between a mother and her child could be true love... but as my own bonds on that score have always been weaker than what I've seen in other families, I'm not entirely sure on that one either.

Anyway, those are the loves I have seen. Gotta go.

I tried to reach everyone. Really, I did. Lots did not respond... So, here it is, the holiday post.

On Christmas, I spent the time with Matt's parents. I called Giles, talked with him, and others. Talked to Jim for the first time since I was adopted, both of their wives for the first time ever. Talked a little later to Kellera for the first time since... I think I was 10? Emotional? Yes... but still not sure what emotion(s) that was(were). Awkwardness and confusion were definitely present.

Also talked to Mom, Dad, Alex, and Fred. Called Cayla, that was a fun conversation.

To everyone else: you were in my thoughts at least once both Christmas and New Year's. I hope they went well for you.

So, I wrote a couple awhile ago that I obviously never posted. Same main characters as before. I might pick this back up... I'll try to anyway. I'm rping her as Sevida in #gwing on occasion. Might start my own rp with her... we'll see what happens. Anyway, on to...

words: template, puzzle, key, bottleneck

the first one ended up forced, so I changed it. Here's the 'final' copy. RECAP: She has defeated her old master and secured her new master. This is a couple days later.

She placed her hand over his as he set it on her shoulder, and looked up to smile at him. He gazed at her a moment, then kissed her smile.

"What'chya doin'?"
"Making a web page."
"Using a template?"
"Nope."
"Good girl." He kissed her neck, and Sevida kissed his hair. Then she went back to work, picking up her drink by the bottleneck.

An hour later, she pushed her chair back and stretched. Standing, she turned around and stood motionless with shock at the sight that greeted her eyes. He was frozen, on his way to the kitchen. Taped to his shirt was a note, written in what looked like a foreign language. She kissed his mouth deeply and closed her eyes, letting the kiss take her mind into his.

He was chained quite thoroughly, with a gag in his mouth. The locks obviously all needed the same key, making her task easy. But her mind still raced. It had been an hour, so she had that much less time to help him. Strong humans could last two days, but he wasn't human. That calmed her down. She had plenty of time. His mind watched as she pulled up the memory of what happened, snarling at the woman who had done this. Some of his feathers had dropped in the struggle. Picking one up, she inerted it into the lock on his mouth. It came undone, and he smiled at her. She concentrated on unlocking his hands so he could finish freeing himself.

"Damn that woman!"
"Who was she?"
"I'll tell you when we're done."

Half an hour later, they were seated on the couch in the living room. Exhausted, they had grabbed up peanut butter and crackers with grape juice. After a bite or two and a long gulp of juice, she started.

"My master had many servants. Carla was one who wished to be greater. He liked me best and wanted me most often, which made her insanely jealous. It didn't help that she wanted me for her own, along with all his others. I bet she found and captured the rest first."

"Why?"

"Power. She's not as powerful as me, and with me able to take on my old master, she knows she needs backup."

"So a master gets the power of their servants?"

"In the demon world, yes."

"And angels?"

"Their only master is God, who gives them their power. Which is also the case in the demon world." He was shaking his head. "In the demon world, the power of both sides is increased. The master adds the natural power of the slave, and the slave gets half the natural power of the master added, to keep the abilities unbalanced. If the slave has their own slaves, the master gets that much power added as well, but the slaves of the slave don't benefit unless they go directly in the master's service."

"I see. How does this apply to us?"

"You're not human, or demon, so... I don't know. You can definitely access mine no matter where we are... I don't really get your power, just your protection. As long as you are still alive, no other can claim me."

He was nodding. "So we put protections up."

She shook her head. "We need those, yes, but I need to find and destroy Carla. That woman won't rest until she has me, or has killed me."

"Do you go on your own? Or do I come with you?"

"That's up to you. I can handle anything she throws at me."

"Then I could as well.. still..."

"You're feeling that we shouldn't split up?"

"Yeah."

"It's your call Master."

He looked in her eyes. "Neither of us feel comfortable splitting up. We'll stay together for this."

She smiled, and they packed swiftly. Two light bags fitted on their backs around their wings. They sent out their bills early and locked up tight before heading to the roof of their apartment building. They took off, and headed east. As the night deepend, they aimed their flight down towards some hot springs. They circled above them until two in the morning, when Sevida sent some Hellfire into the churning pool. The two followed it down, and an abyss opened under them. They flew into it, hand in hand, diving into the blackness below. A jold of pain laced through them and they were there- just outside Hell, the land where demons roamed. Sevida led the way to her old master's temple; the House of Death. As he lifted a fist to knock, the door opened.

Just inside the entrance, Sevida paused a moment to take in the subtle change. By the feel of it, Carla had rearranged where demons stayed based on their color. She had to hold back a laugh at the rainbow that the side doors concealed. Catching her thought, her master smirked. They approached the throne, where Carla sat, completely at ease. Despite her confident smile as they drew near, they could see in her eyes that she was desparately trying to figure out the puzzle of how they broke her spell so soon. Her master motioned; Sevida walked up to the throne.

Carla rose and walked towards her, trying to put her hand on Sevida's forehead. But the mark there blazed, and Carla was forced back.

"I will never bow to you, Carla. Must I destroy you as I did him?"
"Liar! You could never have defeated him!"

Sevida pulled out her sword, from which rays of light danced out, causing wreckage whereever they touched. She put the sword away when Carla was cowering in front of her. Carla straightened immediately.

Her master spoke. "I am willing to leave you alone, but I cannot trust you to leave me be. So I leave with this warning: if you ever try to touch me or mine again, I will destroy all that is yours. If you try a third time, I will kill you, slowly, painfully, until you beg me to send your soul into the abyss. Do not mess with me."

"I beat you once..."

"You didn't come close to beating me." Carla winced. "You surprised and chained me, but I broke free of those chains. You will not get another chance. Leave us alone."

With a yell, Carla threw herself at Sevida, and he threw a black lance through her chest. Her eyes grew wide as she collapsed into herself, leaving her frozen with only a black feather to show where it hit her. He stepped towards her, and looked in her eyes, then drove a feather threw her mind. She screamed in agony, and fell writhing on the floor. They stepped back, and he looked around at the other demons present.

"Anyone else to challenge me?"

After a pause, he saw that they had not the courage, but didn't believe he was her master. So, he looked into her eyes. "Try to disobey." She nodded. "Kneel." For ten seconds, she slowly sank to her knees, obviously fighting it the whole way. The mark on her forehead blazed brightly, and her eyes were filled with tears. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes Master."
"Can you disobey me?"
"No."
"Do you want to?"
"No."
"Why am I your master?"
"I asked you to be."

He took her hand, and raised her to standing, her body obeying even unspoken commands. Together, they walked out, leaving the stunned demons to sort themselves.

You hear a lot about women witholding from men (you know what I mean), but almost never about a man witholding it from a woman. It is thought this is because women don't "need" it as much as men do. The truth?

When women need it, their tempers become such that you need to walk on eggshells around them. Anything can set that woman off. That's why men fear "that time of the month" so much- women need it, but can't have it. The difference: when men need it, they become submissive.

So, when women get it, they become submissive; man becomes dominant (and loved). When men need it, they become submissive; woman becomes dominant (and feared). Giving it to a man is giving him dominance. Women can use this threat effectively because, when witholding it, they are usually already angry at the other, so they don't notice that they need it as much as the man does. There are many many implications and thoughts that could come from the first two sentences of this paragraph. But those are not what I want to explore here. If you wish it, tell me in comment, and I will ramble to your heart's content.

It is a rare relationship where the man witholds it from the woman and remains dominant. That is usually a case of the woman granting him dominance despite the natural tendency. But that man still needs to watch out- a woman who needs it is very fragile, and likely to have radical mood-swings. For some women, having it witheld causes spurts of rage, for others, spurts of depression. For many, it can cause both, alternating or at the same time.

So there you have it- one of life's little mysteries solved. Or clarified.

The four words this time were (in order):
weirdness, fish, treasure, weapon

There's a bit of stiffness in one part, but again, no edits in this post. Just the raw writing.

****

She woke up feeling slightly off. Looking to the side, Sevida smiled at her new master. A pang in her forehead, and the world seemed to drop out from under her. Deciding to shake off her weirdness with a swim, she set out.

A quick flight took her to the lake just outside the city. She dove in, and swam for a good half an hour. Two great wingbeats from under the water sent her shooting out of the lake to rest on the grassy shore. Laying back in the sun, she had a soft smile on her lips as she thought of her master, a smile that faded as a familiar shadow covered the sun. Opening her eyes, she glared at the shadowy figure.

"I killed you."
"And that poor boy. You didn't think it was that easy, did you girl? No matter..." He stretched his hand out, but she rolled away and gestured before pulling the flaming sword, her angelic weapon, from the air.

"What's this, new tricks? Come now, I defeated you once. What power do you have without me?"
"I am not yours anymore."
"My death freed you, but it will be just as easy to have you again."

Quick as lightening, he was on her, but he jumped away, his hand scarred

"So soon?"
"I thought you dead many times, and tried for years. You took too long this time."
"No matter. I'll just have to kill him."

But when he tried to move, he found himself surrounded by pillars of angelic flame. He threw himself at them, only to find her sword burried deep in his chest. He grabbed it, despite it obviously burning him.

"You are my treasure, mine!"
"Never again!"

She twisted the sword and pulled it up, cutting straight through his heart and head As it popped out the top, she flipped it around to cut his head off his shoulders as his body started to dissolve. soon, nothing was left but his head, which she sealed with angelic fire and picked up Carrying it deep into the forest, she burried it in stone, surrounded by more white flames. Then she went back to the lake and, despite the lack of blood, bathed until her love came looking for her. He saw the scorched earth, and she answered the questions in his eyes with a kiss.

"I beat him again. This time for good."

He smiled at her. "Completely sure he can't come back this time?"
"Yes," She looked him in his eyes. "Thank you."
'For what?"
"Accepting me. Breaking his hold on me."
"Told you I'm a thief."
"Well, I'm glad you stole me from him."
"Liar." She kissed him again. "Ready to come home?"
"Two minutes."

He looked at her curiously as she dived back into the lake, and grinned when she flew out again with a fish in each hand and one in her mouth. She landed lightly next to him, clothes dripping. Handing one fish to him, she took the other in her hand and they walked side by side, back to the city.

So at the gas station where I work, it is really rather dead. I have a lot of time which later will be used for homework/preparation, but as I don't start classes until next week, I've been using it to do some creative writing. As always, I use the creativity book's random words page to choose two random words to write from. Except, I've been using four this set, and have been trying to keep a continuous storyline. I have two done, and one that I'm working on. I'll post the three finished ones here, in separate posts, so I can edit them in comments. Feedback is appreciated.


Two Words: chord, smoke. This actually kept leading me back to heaven/hell, which made me think of that one rp character I had. I kept coming back to that idea, so I decided to base my new character on her, just with a few changes to her history. This would be why I went to the four-words idea.

second two: square, pebble

As always, this is exactly how I wrote it (minus anything I scribbled out while writing). It will need some serious editing so those who have never seen me play the one won't be too lost, but that comes later.

*****

She restlessly paced the four walls of her square prison cell.

'I had perfect balance. What went wrong?'

Her toe hit something, and she bent down to pick it up. Then then her cell door opened and someone walked in.

"You're lucky. There were video tapes like your friend suggested. We're looking into it.
I have to say, finding you with innocent blood on your hands. Not easy to believe. We haven't had problems from you in years- not since you found the angel in you. But we can't deny that you were in full-demon form that day, Sevida. So, whatever you did, whatever happened, you better figure it out."

The kind old deputy, who used to work for the mob and who knew her history, smiled at her with his irish green eyes. His white head stayed facing her until he was turned towards the door, then he nodded, and looked away, locking the door back behind him.

'Video? Shit...'

Her mind went back to that day. She had just eaten one of the best steaks in her long lifetime, when a boy walked up to her and shyly asked if he could sit. Partway into the conversation, it was revealed that he was older than he looked, and also of part-angelic heritage. He was looking for her to help him sort out what was going on, now that he was in his twenties and the angelic part was taking effect. She agreed, and they paid for their meals and left for his place. On the way, she had warned him of the demon, so he opted to take her to a nearby gym that was always empty this time of night.

They entered the gym, and her mind went blank. Next thing she knew she was chained and being "escorted" to the police station, blood covering her hands, and her mouth filled with the tangy taste of it.

'Something triggered the demonic side, but what? I need to see that video.'

She stubbed her toe on something again, and bent down to pick it up, the tips of her silver, feathery, angel wings brushing the ceiling as she did so. It was the same thing as earlier, and she inspected it in the dull light, knowing better than to try using powers in the cell. That would be considered an attempt to escape, and she had no desire to do that.

Soon, the same man came back, while she was contemplating the pebble.

"Sevida," his voice sharp to get her attention, "you want to see this."

He led her out of the cell and to a room, lights brighter but the walls were just as stained. He led her to a chair, then chained her to it.

"No chances," he said. She nodded, and he played the tape.

A man waited in the gym. As soon as she entered, he spoke three words, then "Kill." On the video, as he spoke the firt three, she changed to demonic form, and knelt at his feet. When he said kill, she became a streak of purple, quickly dispatching the man who waited, who shriveled to dust while the boy pushed the panic button. Then the purple blur tore through the boy, ripping him to shreds and lapping up his blood. Then the police came, and left, barring the door until chains could be found to contain her. Blood-lust satisfied, she quieted under the chains and they led her out.

"You know the rest. You are free to go." He unchained her, grateful that she hadn't reacted to the video of the man She sat, staring at the video in stunned silence.

"You may leave," he said, and she looked at him. "Go on, go home."

"I am free."

"Yes, I know, I just told you to go."

"No, I mean, I am free"

He caught and held the sobbing blue woman as tears of relief and joy flowed from her eyes.

Her friend came in and gave a curious look to the deputy as he took the officer's place. The man shruged and left the two alone.

"What is it, Sevida?"

She looked at her friend of many decades, the one who named her Love when her angelic half was revealed, and smiled.

"Tunae kanshi lokad, tomin shanna lak. Pelor Sevida tunis."

He smiled, and kissed her deeply, and his mark blazed for a moment on her brow, fading to a white scar on her blue forehead.

****

Finally! Dang, that took an hour... I think I'll wait till tomorrow to post the next one. I need something to do while I wait for my parents and the iTunes stuff to download....

This may seem really random to others, but it is not as random as it may appear. I have been thinking a great deal during this move, and I realize that over the years, every move I make leads to losing friendships that were dear to me. This time, I pushed people away all throughout the year. So I wanted to say this:

To anyone who has ever been my friend, and to those who consider themselves still my friend. To those who have looked at me as a friend, and to those who still do. Thank you. Thank you for all the good times, and all the support through the rough times. Thank you for your prayers, your advice (however badly I took it), and your concern. Thank you for any time you allowed me to help you, any time you just sat there and listened, and the times you shared your life with me. Though I may not find time to talk to everyone individually, that doesn't mean I've forgotten about you. Though I may not think of you all the time, any time I do it is with a prayer for your continued health and happiness.

The other thing I wanted to say was that I always welcome news from any friend. I am keeping my gmail account open (those who know how salem emails are created, that's what the part before @gmail.com is.). I check it two and three times daily, and I do look through the spam to be sure I don't accidentally delete something important. That is not likely to change, as I have a number of very important things tied to that account. If you have me on facebook, I do read the messages on my wall, and I sometimes respond there. I may not be good about making first contact, but I will reply to your messages, even if it takes me a week or two. And yes, I do read the comments sent on my livejournal, and appreciate them, even though I rarely reply there.

Please know that most of why I don't stay in touch is a matter of time. I was preparing for this move, and then settling in, and now I am about to start classes on top of working as many hours as I can... I don't get much time for me. And you all know how much of an introvert I really am... I need most of the time I get to myself. I'm living with a roommate, so unless he's at work, I don't really have the place to myself. Time for meditation is tricky to find, outside of Mass.

I have not given up on my dream of being a teacher. I am starting classes in mid-July on a scholarship that requires recipients to finish a five-month program and then teach math or science for at least two years in a high-needs school district. I plan to teach in a high-needs school, and get settled. Once I'm established, I hope to start something to help foster children. All of that will eat up a lot of my time, except in the summers. I hope to pick up writing again- which means I'll be looking for writing prompts everywhere. And expect some friends-only posts with scenes from my memory written out- friends only because I won't be bothering to change the names until much much later. Who knows, maybe I'll actually write enough scenes to publish that novel everyone keeps urging me to write. =P

Anyway, I must go back to cleaning up the apartment (since we have to clean off every shelf before we can use it), and getting things sorted. I really do wish everyone the best.

For those who check without logging in, friends only post has my new address.

I am moving on the 7th. I do not know my exact address yet. My phone number won't change for now.

Those of you on my friends list, log in for more details.

Seven years ago last night, I tried to kill myself.

If you're on my friend's list, you probably know the story. I was deep in depression, convinced that every problem in my family was my fault, that all I could do was cause pain to those I loved. Convinced that I was a parasite, and would never be better than that. Convinced that the only way they could be happy was if I died, so they could move on.

My plan was to sneak to the kitchen at night, get a knife, then go to the bathroom. I would lock the door, undress, get in the bathtub, and cut my neck. But I had to wait for Mom and Dad to go to sleep.

They fought that night. I could hear them in hoarse yelling-whispers, speaking French. The little I understood involved a lot of "she", and I figured "she" was me. They stop. I wait ten minutes, then get up. I open the door, and Dad is just coming out of the bedroom. He said something to the effect of "why are you up?" and I replied that I had to use the bathroom. Nothing unusual about that; I often would get up halfway through the night for a bathroom trip. I went to the bathroom, forced myself to go, and went back to bed. I waited until I heard him go to bed for real, my heart thumping in my throat. It was fifteen minutes till two am. I told myself I'd go to the kitchen at two. Adrenaline up, looking at the clock every two minutes, I look at it at 1:55. I blink, and it's 6am. Dad's getting up, I missed my chance.

My first question was "How?" The answer came: "God stopped me". Immediately, "why?" The answers: "because it would hurt more than it would help. because He loves me. because he has a plan for me." "What plan?" "wait and see"

Seven years ago today I woke up with Important Questions. Questions that meant the difference between life and death to me. Those were the only answers I got that day. Other answers would have to wait.

Seven years ago today I put my life in His hands.

Next week, due to Christmas, the schedule is a bit odd. Might be odd the week after as well, but once we're through the holidays, I'm sure it will go back to normal.

Next week:

Monday: 1pm-6pm
Tuesday: 10am-3pm
Wednesday: off
Thursday: 3pm-11:30pm (which means I'll be back somewhere between 11:40 and midnight)
Friday: 2pm-12:30am
Saturday: 2pm-12:30am
Sunday: off

Total calculated hours are 39.5, so it'll be anywhere between that and 41 hours. Instead of the usual anywhere between 40 and 42.5 hours.

I guess it's gotta happen once in a while... one of those days where everything just annoys the heck out of me.

Main annoyance:

Tuesday, I couldn't get to sleep until 3 or 4 am, and had to be up for 7am. There was one day, last week? this week? sometime within the past eight days, where I was operating on 6 hours of broken sleep. The rest of the time, I've gotten about six or seven hours of sleep. Yesterday (or was it the day before?) Connie calls me at 9:30am. The phone wakes me up despite being on vibrate (It's not loud at all on vibrate, unless it's resting on something hard) in my pants pocket. My pants were on a rug about ten feet from my head. And the phone still managed to wake me up. Connie wanted me to move the Christmas tree to be sure no one took it before her husband's ex could come get it. I asked if it could wait, since I doubted I could lift it, she said "well it's not that hard, just drag it". She was clueless, not realizing that I was incredibly dizzy and didn't really have the strength to lift more than the phone, having been wrenched out of a dream. I mean literally, as I came out of the dream the feeling was of being yanked away from something I was clinging to. Five minutes of confused conversation later, I went back to bed. I don't even remember the conversation clearly...

Two minutes later, the phone rang again. Again, it was her. "Nevermind. Don't worry about moving the tree." Well, that was the gist of the conversation. I actually had to have her repeat it twice because she wasn't making it that simple and was saying it in a really roundabout way that my still-asleep mind couldn't sort out.

Yesterday morning, I woke up at 9:30 and couldn't get back to sleep, despite not having been able to get to sleep until 2:30/3

This morning, I went to bed around 1:15 (*gasp* I was actually that tired!?!) Connie came in three times. 1- "Did you write this?" (wasn't me, was her husband... and I *always* leave my name at the bottom of a note for her. And make the note clear enough that she understands. Not just a name and a phone number) 2- ten minutes later- "and please clean your room because *garble garble garble* 3- "I really need you to get up and go to the bank, Kenny's gonna be home soon and I need groceries"

At the third one, I had no choice but to get up. I got up, and yelled "you're driving" as a wave of dizziness hit me. she was about to argue that, and I glared at her and said "You want me to drive when I can barely stand?" Glared at her some more, then cursed as I fell. She got the point then, but only after I fell. I could tell that she was going to argue it more until that.

I guess what's really galling me is that, when she leaves me alone, something else gets in the way of my sleeping. And the days when I might just possibly get the sleep I need, she won't leave me alone. She doesn't trust me to do what I say I will, and she's the type that, if I say I'm going to do something on Monday, if it's not done by lunch Monday she assumes I've forgotten about it. Even if I'm obviously still asleep... On the one hand, she says she's trying to treat me as I am- a renter. On the other, she's treating me like a teenager, and interfering with me getting the sleep I *know* I need.

So, the past two days at work I've been running on caffeine. It's the only way to get through them when I'm this short on sleep. And the "garble garble garble" on number two- his daughter's coming over tomorrow, and won't understand me having my room messy when Connie forces her to keep her room clean. It's going to be awkward enough that the room I'm renting is the one the kid used to stay in... But cleaning will have to be tomorrow. If I can get enough sleep tonight. Friday means work until 1am...

None of the other annoyances are enough to rant about. This is the main one- because it leaves me so tired... too tired to think properly without expending way more energy than should be necessary.

I need to put this somewhere... may as well be here.

Tomorrow:

-Call Subbing HR make sure I don't have to get a new health certificate
-Pick up the target gift card
-See about the last TXLC Paycheck
-dishes (unless I do those after work tonight)
-work at 5
-update accounting (again, unless done after work tonight)

Alright, these are keywords for some good memories involving my biological mother. If you'd like me to expand any of them, post a reply with which one. No one else will see a reply, and I'll post on the ones you're curious about.

-sun tea
-cookies
-playdough
-sewing
-maraschino cherries
-gardening
-jam
-bell choir
-shortening bread (fav song)
-corn
-scrambled eggs
-groceries
-green, her dog
-green bean casserole, macaroni casserole, sloppy joes

May as well post what my schedule will be. Starting next week, I'll be working the following hours:

Tuesday: 5pm-11:30pm
Wednesday: 5pm-11:30pm
Thursday: 3pm-11:30pm
Friday: 3pm-12:30
Saturday: 3pm-12:30

In all actuality, I have up to half an hour after the scheduled ending time to finish all the closing chores. Which is good, because recently I've needed the full half hour. I'll figure out a way to not take it every day... somehow... I'll ask for advice. I've already cut it down to 10 minutes before I absolutely have to be out of there.

Other work news:
Sub training is this Tuesday, from 8:30am to 12:30 (four hours). I'm guessing it goes over, but that's fine, since I don't need to be at work until 5.

And that's about all I can think of.

This is just a post to let everyone know that I'm doing well. Laundry day today and possibly tomorrow, groceries tomorrow after work. After tomorrow, I'll actually be able to eat something other than ramen without it being given to me by someone else! =P

I have internet in my room now.

<3

Same as last week, except I have Sunday Morning/Afternoon off.