Came back early. Mom's was trippin. Says I can't go to Alyssea's anymore, cus of all the niggas that be there and how she know Lyse likes to party && stuff. Not even true. But I know what she means, I mean, it do be a whole lot of different niggas at her house && it is always some weed, or hooka, or alcohol or [on good days] all three, in that bitch. But its never like the situation moms thinks it is. We hella just be sittin there. Last night? Woah. Let me tell you. Last night, we was up till....man, okay. So, I went to sleep at 3:30. We was sittin there doing not a damn thing. Like, the xbox wasn't on. We was just listenin to music. Lyse was braidin Tabe hair. Des was smokin a black. Quick was playin DJ. We was all just sittin there. Lyse wanted Des && Quick to do the dishes so she could cook. && it hella ain't feel as late as it was. I went to bed at 3:30. Woke up at 5 cus Quick had got in bed with me. This nigga play too much, I ain't get back to sleep till seven fucking thirty. But we didn't do anything, feel me? Like.....iono.

I understand where moms is coming from though, especially with my school situation. Like, I haven't really shown her that I deserve all the freedom that I have, so I'ma roll with her on this one. I'll respect her decision && not act an ass about it.

In other news. You know how I was worried about having to quit my job? Now these pieces of shit tryna fire me. Let me tell you. Cus like, we got a new general manager a couple months back, && this individual hates me. Like, honest to goodness, he does not like me. Everytime he sees me he's telling me I'm doing something wrong. && at first I was like, "well maybe he's just pushing us all to be better," you know, or some shit like that. But its not everyone, its just me. He insults me in front of my customers, calls me clumsy, and forgetful, which I'm not in any way, shape or form. He's just fucking irritating. I would've quit, but I really do love my job && i'm not bout to let some asshole run me out cus he has problems with me. I'm stubborn that way. Anyway, last Saturday, Me, Chase, && Keely are sitting around talking, && he walks by like, you guys should be doing something, so we do or whatever. On Tuesday, an assistant manager Jenni, gives me a write up slip, like Mr. Atchley wrote you up on Saturday. I'm like, for fucking what? Cus everybody talks when we don't have anything to do. But whatever. Ok. Jenni's like, "We're only doing one write up now, && then its employee counseling" [employee counseling being their fancy term for your exit interview]. So i'm like, alright. Come to find out, that even though there were three of us talking, even the write up slip says there were three of us talking, I'm the only one that got written up. Alright. I see you Mr. Atchley. I'ma lynch him, swear to God. But no, what I'ma do is just do what he says. I'm not so stubborn that I'ma lose my job off some bullshit, and if I do leave, I'm sure as hell not getting fired. I do not need that shit in my life right now. I'll put in my two weeks like a normal person. But I'm just really uncomfortable with the fact that he hates me. I don't like it when people don't like me. I really don't.

Other than that there's honestly nothing going on in my life right now. I feel kinda weird cus this is the first day in like 6 days that I haven't talked to Chase. I would text him, but I kinda don't wanna cus you know like, I'm not tryna look like I need to talk to him. I'll see him tomorrow.

I love how early the house shuts down once school starts. I got home at 9:33, everybody was knocked. Insane.

Anyway, I'll get at yall tomorrow most likely.
-A.