my time not makin',
enough for me to survive..."
i can't wait...until it's the weekend.
i will meet a new friend,
and take [her] on a date with me...
these thoughts keep me alive,
when i'm down here 9 to 5.
i realise..."
insert him into the brackets tho and you have how i felt all day today. i was up until 4:30 a.m. talking to a certain someone. i set my alarm for 8:30 a.m. as i was supposed to be at work by 9 a.m. *cough cough* i slammed BOTH of my alarms off and slept until around 9:40 a.m. i woke up and freaked out and literally jumped into my uniform. then the doorbell rang and it was the store manager. he handed me his keys. he didn't say a word about being extremely late. that was probably because he screwed me over on sunday. i was supposed to work a mid-shift, but now the schedule reads "leigh: 9-5". and i'm going to be out at the mousetrap until oh, 4ish. grand. that is, if i finish my papers by then. school starts on tuesday and i don't know yet where i stand. to go back or not to go back. that is the question.
i used to have a diaryland and this used to be there, but i decided to move all of my entries here.
