These Times They Are A'Changin'

I finally got a new schedule. I beat the hell out of everyone and got my top pick. So, new days off: Saturday and Sunday. I'm gonna be a normal person again! No more being a ghost in this world! It's going to be weird, coming back into reality again. Right now I'm literally this shadow that lurks around by itself. I don't even feel like I am seen at work. It's going to be weird, being in the light again. It's going to be like a culture shock for me and my sleep schedule has to totally reverse itself. I hope this all goes well and I am also hoping my new coach turns out alright. I have my old senior, so I'm super excited about that. :D Yip, yip, yip, yip!

I would explain what coach and senior means but it isn't worth it because you, my plentiful audience, wouldn't care. I wouldn't.

I want to see Twilight really badly. I should be able to see it on Sunday. I don't care what people think, I'm like the first movie a lot. Fuck people. Like what you like and fuck everyone and their opinions.

I cannot believe turkey day is next week. I am not excited about working Friday. From the sounds of it, it is going to be a nightmare. Oh well, I have to work the same amount of hours that day no matter who calls in.

I have started painting and drawing, lately. I got drunk and painted the coolest thing I have ever painted and I do not really know what it is. I put it in a frame and hung it on the wall. Other people might not like it but I do, for whatever reason. I also painted a big picture of this cartoon character I draw from time to time. I painted her with a red balloon and hung it in my bathroom. It has occurred to me just recently that I am strange.

I repeated my pizza the other night. Holy shit, it was more amazing this time than the last time. I've got my sauce down to an art. The secret is totally the fresh jalapenos as toppings. I made a pizza with the canned ones, instead, and it was nasty. I couldn't get fresh mushrooms and jalapenos because when I was at Wal-Mart they were waxing the floor and they had the produce section totally blocked off. That's what I get for my shitty night schedule. I literally go to that same Wal-Mart nearly every night after work. The sumbitches get all my money. haha

Alright, time for a shower. I'm going to wash this buzzed head of mine.