Friday at last. Thank the Lord Jesus Christ! amen. It felt like this day would never come. My back and legs are aching from all the shovelling and playing last night. I'm really out of shape. I don't know why I did this, but I stepped on the scale and holy moly, I just about crapped my pants when I saw those three numbers spin by 1.....5.....4. Stepping on the scale is like plauying video lottery, you know what numbers you want to come up, and you see them wiz by and then it lands waaayy off. You loose. What happened? I thought I was doing so good, eating better, walking more.....Something must be done because I don't think that the beached whale look is in this summer. Uhg, the diet starts tomorrow. No more take-out, greasy, buttery, sugary, salty junk. That means x-nay on ickory sticks-nay and the beloved cadburry cream egg...It's alright though because I'm like a camel. I stored up all those goodies in my two humps (the big tire that sit aroung my waist) so I wont have any withdrawl symptoms for at least a week or so.
What a nice lax dayt at work. I cleaned up and organized my work space for like 2 hours and with the remaining hour and a half of my shift, I went shopping around working on my project. I stopped by the M.A.C counter to say hello. Cathy was there and said that I will get a call this week comming up for a follow-up interview. Holy crap they're calling me back. I'm one step closer to my dream job and I'm scared outta my mind. Actually, I'm not going to talk about it anymore because I really don't want to jinx it. So this will be the last time I mention it here UNLESS I hear something else.
I took a noon-thirty train home and Lucas was arlready here. We watched "Detroit Rock City". Which has some major cute boys in it (Edward Furlong and Giuseppe Andrews). Basically for those of you who don't know, it's about a group of pot head boys who are trying to get tickets to go see KISS in detroit.... lots of physical comedy and head-banging metal anthems. I love it. It always makes me want to go on a road trip, but then I remember that I I hate to travel and get car sick....
I'm so tired now. I meant to go to bed early-ish to at least be able to catch up on my sleep without having to sleep in until 15h00, but Lucas and I got caught up in the ol' hockey. All I can say is that I'm the worst looser (worse than Chris) and the best winner. Naturally he whipped my ass. I don't get it, I can play real good against the computer and then Lucas comes over and humiliates me infront of my own playstation....how embarassink.
Arright folks, I can't fight it anymore, my back aches and I can hear my bed calling out to me saying " Suuuusie....SuuuuUUsie, come cuddle with me....I'm all warm and cozy.....commmmeee to meeee...."
Goodnight.