It seems I have slightly gotten out of the habit of writing. Not that anyone really cares. I just feel better about myself when I remember that all of my adventures have been recorded on some sort of public billboard. Yet I would like to point out that it isn't entirely my fault that my writing has become late and scattered, as compared to my previously steady progression. The largest highlight in my life as of now is my new job at Sonic. I never had any desire to work in a fast food place. In fact, I rather detested the thought. However, Sonic doesn't seem to horrible. All I really do is make drinks and ice-cream. I answer the register every once in a while, but I can't find any of the buttons, so I usually leave that for somebody else. That is to say, when I hear the high pitched note that squeals every time somebody presses the red button, I immediately busy myself with cleaning the blender or gather more ice. That can be someone else's job. I'll stick to my ice-cream, thank you. My hours feel like they stretch on forever. It drives me crazy when somebody comes in 5 minutes before closing and asks for an Oreo Blast. That just creates more of a mess. Not that I'm blaming people who do that. No, not at all. I agree that ice-cream always tastes better at night. I just don't enjoy this particular fact. I can't wait to become a car hop. It should be known that car hops on only make $5 an hour. You're correct: that is less than minimum wage! The rest of their money comes from tips. So! People! Tip your car hops! They're counting on you. Since I have class all morning, I am stuck working closing every time. It's not so bad, since I'm guaranteed an ending point. However, one thing freaks me out more than anything: going home. It's only a 10 minute walk from Sonic to my dorm, but that 10 minutes is terrifying. The scariest thing in the world to me is rape. And apparently, on the first day of school last year, a girl got gang raped on the very road that go home on. Terrifying? I think yes! Honestly... some of the things humans do is so discussing. How can a group of people be so... Ah. I just can't get over these things. It's probably terrible, but I do this thing where I beg God to let me hold the burden of humanity. I would willingly put myself in that situation if it meant the safety of the rest of the women in the world. And that's exactly what Jesus did... the difference is, the freedom I seek is worldly, and the freedom that He obtained was eternal. As a human, I just can't get my mind out of time. That's just the way things are...
I got to go home this weekend, and I was really excited. My sister was in a big school event, and I was going to get to see her. Two of my best friends drove down to pick me up. The ride was really fun. We stopped at this church field, and pretty much walked through time. It was to insane to describe. We got back to my hometown at about 4. I then proceeded to wake up at 7 so that I could go to my sisters thing. After that, I ran all over town, visiting people and doing as much as I could before I went back to college. Then I had to go to a football game, and was prompt to leave right after the half-time show. On the next day, I ran errands, and forced my friend to take me on a date. I'd never been on one before, don't plan on going on one for a while, and I just wanted to try it out. It wasn't much of a date, though. We pretty much just hung out. He did pay for my mini golf and fish food. Either way, it was fun. The entire weekend was so exhausting. The best part of it was the crapes my mom made Sunday morning, right before we left. I need to find an IHOP soon, so that I can have some every week. Gah, I love crapes.
I'm so tired right now. However, the internet in my dorm is seriously killing me. I haven't been able to watch a full episode of You're Beautiful in forever. And if I haven't even been able to do that, then it's no wonder I haven't written in a while! Work tomorrow. Sleep now. Plus, my iTunes is doing this really weird thing where it keeps playing the same songs over and over.
Is any of this for real, or not?
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