November 18, 2003

• I still haven’t eaten any beef. Poor me. But my decision, right? I mean, seriously, any kind of beef just sounds disgusting to me right now. Even a cheeseburger sounds gross. I had a a piece of pumpkin pie and a butterscotch malt for dinner last night at work. AJ told me that the Vikings are gonna lose on Sunday. This is the game I get to go to. I’m excited for it. I love my Vikings, I don’t care wether they’re winning or losing. Seriously. Sure, it’s disappointing when they lose, but ya can’t win em all, you know what I’m sayin? Anyhow, I gotta work tonight. But not with Tabitha or Jeremy. That makes me sad. I don’t really like working with Alex. When we have a break time, he doesn’t really talk. And Kerstin talks on her cell phone, so whatever. Jeremy on the other hand, tries to get me to laugh when I’m depressed or sad. Same as Tabitha. And I haven’t worked with Dorothy at all this month except for once a long time ago. I’m sad now. But whatever. My nails are growing! I’m happy. And my hair is getting longer also. I have to find a poem for speech. I’m not really finding anything for my research topic for English. I mean, I have things, but it’s not much. It mainly has to do with the entire US, not just Minnesota. So grr. I love my new winter coat. Other people don’t like it, but I don’t care. Well, Miranda and Meagan and Lindsey think it’s cute. I have a test today in Spanish. I think I’m fucked cuz I don’t remember anything. I finally did my homework for that class. But I think my grade is still pretty low cuz I didn’t get credit for it, and it’s still the beginning of the quarter. I’m still tired, but I’m not allowing myself to doze in classes like I did yesterday. I think Mary will be mad when she finds out I didn’t get any iron in my system. OMG. Yesterday, Alexis was over, and she wanted milk, right? So Mary pours her half a glass of milk, and she says she wants more, so Mary pours her some more. Then she says she wants some chocolate to put in her milk. We’re like, Alexis, you don’t like chocolate milk. But she whines, so Mary gets her some chocolate. She insists on mixing it up herself. But then she gets done, and doesn’t take a sip! She then whines that she doesn’t like that kind of milk. And I’m like, child! We TOLD you you don’t like it..but did she listen?—no! She did the same with some olives. She wanted olives, but got out a can of black olives..that were crushed. So we tell her that’s not the kind of olives she wants. But again, she doesn’t listen. She makes grandma Mary open them. So when she finds out what kind they were, she didn’t want them! She throws the tupperware Mary was going to put them into to save away. She was acting like a little frickin snot. Then when she got the olives she wanted, she didn’t even eat them all. 3 year olds! I tell ya!!! 

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