I'm tired. I'm working a lot and hardly have any time to think. I'm working a wedding tomorrow night with an old friend that I met through catering. I'm excited; I haven't seen her in ages. It should be a good night. With cake :).

My feet hurt. My manager and two of my coworkers have been out of town this past week (the two coworkers are coming back tomorrow night. Then more coworkers are leaving and my manager's out for a month). I'm not used to working so much, and it's tough with school at all hours. Jeremy's been out here for 5 weeks or so now and we haven't gone on a date at all. Unless you count cramming our faces at Subway during the half hour we're given for dinner on class nights. The tough part is, my schedule's not letting up anytime soon. We're planning to go backpacking in mid-August when we finally have a bit of a break. We're thinking we'll go to either one of the San Juan islands or we'll go over to the Olympic Peninsula. So I'm excited for that. Pizzza.

Went for a run earlier. Too bad I'd drank that diet root beer a little bit before. I had a terrible stitch throughout the whole run, haha. At the end, Jeremy told me to push it and accelerate; I wanted to kill him. However, now I'm quite glad I went and feel accomplished and satisfied. I didn't do too much else today. Went to work for the usual 2 1/2 hours (gotta love those lunch shifts!) and spilled hot and sour soup all over the counter. Genius. Oh, this is great: my coworker almost quit the other day because our boss keeps yelling at him for washing his hands too often. We work in a restaurant, I mean, come on! His restaurant, no less. It's so absurd. My boss is just... too much to handle most of the time. In order to feel productive, he starts bitching at us as soon as he walks in the door. It doesn't matter that he doesn't know what's going on in his restaurant and that we've been handling it perfectly. I realize this isn't a unique situation, unfortunately.

My manager, Tam, is leaving for Vietnam for a month next Saturday. Tam works 6 days a week, open to close, so we're really going to feel the difference without him. I think we'll be ok, but it might be hard to put up with our superiors otherwise. We'll see. Oh, and Uncle Ve (our appetizer man and dishwasher) has taught me how to say two phrases in Vietnamese: 'thank you' and 'I'm sorry,' though I can't spell them. Uncle Ve is my favorite!

The terrorist attack in London earlier makes me hate George W. Bush even more. What a jackass. We cannot rid the world of terrorism, but we (and our allies) can acquire more enemies in trying to do so. Obviously. I'm just hoping that everything about this ridiculous war comes out and we can impeach that monkey bastard. Who knew he could do so much damage in 4 1/2 years?

If you haven't, visit www.johnconyers.com or listen to Air America on the radio!
How long can Bush and his administration possibly run from this?

I'm so totally exhausted. Last night, everyone and his mother called me. My old catering boss called me and asked if I could work a breakfast for this morning (which I did). My friend Ester called to ask about a homework assignment for tomorrow's CNA class. Gabe called me to ask me to tell Jeremy to call him, haha. Then later, at 12:30am when I was trying to fall asleep after pinching a nerve in the expanse below my collarbone, my high school friend Emily text me to tell me that her boyfriend and Jeremy's and my (partial) friend Miles is in town and they want to see us. The last time I spoke to Emily, roughly two months ago, she was about to come back home for summer and she and Miles had broken up (for the second time). He had a bit of a nervous breakdown (not unusual, either) in April and had been harassing her. She swore him off, wanting nothing to do with him. Suddenly, the two are back in the throes of... love (?). Or sex. I think it's the sex.

Long story short, my pinched nerve kept me up all night. I got up at 5am after maybe 3 hours of sleep (and that's generous). I'm exhausted. The 1 1/2 hour nap I took after returning home did not prepare me for the 5 1/2 hour skills class we had today for nursing. Grr. But, Matt, my boss, is a darling and he paid me $40 for 2 1/2 hours of work. Lovely.

every time you read sedition you breed sedition.






hopefully your sedition and mine will make pretty babies.