| | Got about another three hours of sleep last night. Wahoo. Had to be at work at 7:00 this morning. I was a zombie for quite a while. But I opened up the lab and everything and then did price changes and the discontinued items bulletin (I know you don't care), and by 9:00 I had accomplished much. I was happy about that, however... it was only 9:00 and I had finished everything that needed to be done. So then I was bored for a long time. And I'm telling you, DO NOT pray for God to keep you busy... seriously... He answers. He passed that test with flying colors today. (Just like He always does... one would think I might learn, eh? I'm sad to say that I'm not that bright, apparently.) It got crazy busy, and every time I would get finished with customers and thougt I was okay, more would come. I'm not exaggerating when I say that maybe half a dozen times, the second I knelt down to check in a delivery, someone else would walk up to the register. I reached a point where when I saw someone walk in the store I just got mad. Well, that's no good. So I forced myself to sing. My heart wasn't really in it, but I made myself do it anyway, and eventually I was doing it without thinking, and my mood lifted. Try it sometime. Unless you can't sing, in which case do it when no one else is around. When Mauro heard me singing he said, "girl, you're in the wrong business." Haha... whatever.
Michael and Holly's graduation was tonight. I understand that most of you don't know who they are, but that's okay. A lot of us went out to eat afterwards, too. Lotsa fun was had.
At the reception at the school, Rachael and I were cracking up (read that: c-r-a-c-k-i-n-g U-P!) because of a long trail of comments that came from me commenting to her about a certain guy in the room being "HOT." And I don't usually use that word when referring to a guy, so trust me... it fit. I was trying not to stare at him, but he was so darn beautiful. lol... I told Rachael that I've seen a lot of cute guys, but rarely is there one who captures my attention like that, and the only intelligible thought in my mind is, ".....dat pretty..." So yeah... poor Dad. Didn't know what we were laughing about, but he kept looking at us like we were nuts. (Which we are.) After I pointed pretty-boy out to Rachael, the conversation just got funny.
(So if any of you at the church/school know a tall guy named Ryan {Rach watched when he signed one of the yearbooks. lol}, who has really, really dark hair, and happened to be the one you noticed me staring at... that was him! But it would be just my luck that one of you would actually know him, and send him to this site.
EDIT: So, I have been informed that his name was actually Bryan. Okay. It sounded Ryan every time she said it.)
Then my thoughts drifted back to that guy at work who was begging me for my phone number. I honestly don't understand having guts enough to do that. Even though he is quite possibly the most beautiful specimen of the male species I have ever seen in my entire life (yes, I just said that), there is no possible way I could've walked up to Ryan and started talking to him (I wouldn't know what to say, for one), and asked for his number (or given him mine or whatever). I don't know how some people do it. You're either brave or stupid.
Matt C.- don't worry, Darling. We're still getting married. That is, if you can forgive me for all that I just said... 
I need sleep. But I also need a shower and to wash/bleach my lab coat, so I don't see sleep happening anytime soon. Oi. And I'm all stopped up and have been sneezing a lot... my allergies are HORRIBLE right now for some reason. I just thought you might want to know that.
Oh, WESTON FARRIS- I'm still mad at you for messing up my ice cream cone! Jerk! ( ) |
