My week after my fainting fiasco went well. Nothing really big happened, other than I laughed in September's face, but not really on purpose. It was actually really funny, but if you weren't there then you probably think that I'm a huge bitch, which I totally can be, at times.
Last week I was really angry and being mean to mostly Steven because I felt like I didn't have any friends anymore, but now I am totally over that and feelin' good. I finally think I have a job, and I say think because "You're hired" was never really said. I got another e-mail back from Sage after I sent a 'please don't forget about me' e-mail. I'm meeting the owner and head hancho on Thursday. But I don't know why. I don't know what this meeting is about. What am I going to wear? It's cold out. Still. Can this be over? I'm ready for spring. I want to wear my Tom's full time again.
Last night I went on a celebratory dinner with my parents at my absolute favorite restaurant ever, The Palace Cafe. This was a Yay you got a job (we think) and happy Valentin's Day because we'll be in Vegas dinner. I had roast chicken on top of green apple polenta, a green salad, goat cheese, and a cherry glaze. Oh holy crap it was amazing. Also, who doesn't like herbed butter? If they don't they are crazy because its bitchn'.
This weekend I have to stay shut up in my room or the Law Library (which is far superior to McFarlin) to study for my two exams, two papers, and a lot of reading. I'm on cup of coffee #1. I suspect at least three or four by the end of the day.
I have also worked out everyday this week (except Monday, because, hello, I fainted). I'm thinking of doing 8 minute abs and buns today. Oh those instructors and their tight blue pants...
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