maybe i should hate you for this...

Oh wait, I do.







I started work last night.
I was there from 4-11 ... then I locked my keys in my car ... as it was running ... while it was on E. Then I went to Taco Bell with Tyler ... where our total was $6.66. Then we proceeded to eat in my car while the lady inside the gas station stared us down as if we were about to break in and rob her store as she counted her drawer. Then ... we left and feared for our lives because of the 6.66. Then Tyler almost got T-boned and died; I'm thinking because of the 6.66 total thing. So this means I didn't get home 'til almost 11:30. I had to study for a psych test. Went to bed.

Didn't go to first hour. Took my test second hour. Went to third and fourth hour. Got a 40 page outline and worksheet on what I'm going to do to study for AP. And that's just the first one.
Got outta school, went stupid tanning for our cruise, got home, showered, set up some fafsa stuff for my mom, went to work.
Which is a whole 'nother story. And when I have time, I will tell it, though it will piss me off immensely.
To sum it up, I washed dishes, got home and midnight, have a spanish test tomorrow which I am skipping, along with psych ... I had to stay up 'til one to do my fafsa and another financial aid thing for Michigan ... and now I'm writing here 'cause I need to vent a bit.

Oh and ps...
it's friggin Valentine's Day.
Gag me.

Have a great one...