Work

I came home for the weekend from Kent (much needed). Today  I had a doctors appointment this morning to get some blood work done because I'm a hypochondriac and think I have all these problems. The only thing though is that I hate needles. I can sew and all that, those are fine. But when I need to get a vaccine or have blood drawn, my body has these weird reactions. It all started my freshman year of high school when I fainted in front of the elevator leaving the doctor's office after getting my meningitis shot. Since then I get really sick and/or almost pass out every time a needle pierces my skin at the doctor's. Whatever, call me a baby, say its an excuse. I don't care. I know what happens. Today actually wasn't as bad as it usually is; I was surprised.

Mom and I went shopping after for a little. She bought me a new pair of heels and some new work shoes since mine looked horrible and got thrown out. Then we rushed through the grocery store. I bought the new Cosmo. So excited to read that.

Then I went back to work at Pine Ridge for the fish fry at 3:30. Honestly, I actually miss working. Its not a hard job, I get to talk to people all night long, and I get paid to eat good food :) My manager, who also doubles as a server sometimes, asked me to cover her serving shift tomorrow, so I'm excited to get some hours in. I really like earning money on my own, especially since I have to pay for school and I borrow money from my parents all the time.

Nick Zele came over tonight and we watched Hot Tub Time Machine. It was funny at some parts, but overall its not something I would watch again. Good idea, bad plot. Especially the fact that the time travel is done through a hot tub.

Now I'm skyping with Frank, the love of my life. He's being a baby cause he hit his head and has a huge mark on his forehead. He is trying to say what I'm writing, and he's actually right about most of it, but I'd never tell him. And if he ends up reading this, oh well. I keep confusing him so it works. I should probably actually talk to him though instead of letting him listen to me pound away on the keyboard.