....has ruined my sleeping pattern.

Its 5:23 in the morning. Now, if I had school, that'd be perfectly acceptable, because I don't have to be there till four. I could go to sleep at 6, wake up at 1, psh, thats seven hours of sleep, people wish they got that much sleep in the world today. However, tomorrow I have work - Thats an entirely different can of worms, seeing as I'm very, very, very seriously considering putting in my two weeks tomorrow - and I have to be up for work in two hours, and out of the house in 3. Plus side? With the way things have been going recently, I'll probably only be at work for 3 hours. No wait, stop. Lets think about this. Really, lets think about it. I'll get up at 7:30, leave @ 8:30, be on the bus from 8:40-9:50, clock on a 10 && be there till one. It'll then take me between an hour & an hour & a half to get home, so i'll get back home between 2 && 2:30. Stop! Cus if you calculate that correctly *counts on fingers* seven thirty to ten is 2.5 hrs isn't it? plus the 1.5 max it'll take me to get there? Yes, children thats correct. It'll take me longer to get to && from work, then I'll actually be at work. I make 7.95 an hour. 8x3 is 24 minus .15 so in net pay i'll make 23.85 tomorrow (this is all theoretical, I'm actually half asleep right now). After taxes that'll come up to something like 17.05. IMADOALLTHISSHITFORSEVENTEENFUCKINGDOLLARS. man. && this is my only day on the schedule. The only one! Yo. Like. I haven't worked since last saturday. I'm not going to work again until this friday (MAYBE). I KNOW I'm not working until at LEAST next Friday. Keep in mind that I'm still the only person in this house with a job, you tell me the fuck I'm supposed to do with seventeen dollars. These people make me fucking sick yo. I know I kinda randomly fell into this but I really need to let it go.

yes, I'm a sensitive person but these assholes hurt my fucking feelings. I pride myself at being damn good at shit I decide to do. So you tell me why the fuck this new manager comes in and decides he's going to pick on all the shit I decide to do? ALLOFIT. No matter what it is, or how many other people do it, he picks on me. I'm trying really, really, really hard to not think this is racially motiviated (I am, however, the only black person that works there) I mean, I want to believe the best in people, so I'd rather just think my GM's an asshole, not a racist asshole, cus thats just too much.

I'm gonna hate myself for typing this when I'm fully awake cus its a gramatical nightmare. Not that yall give a shit about grammar anyway. Yall use words that don't fucking exist. With the exception of Jay Adams. Jay Adams uses fucking punctuation. That nigga knows proper semicolon usage && shit, its beautiful. Don't ask me how I wandered off there. Now you see what people who actually talk to me have to deal with, this is what I do, people. This is actually what I do.

Back to what I was fucking saying. I'm considering putting in my two weeks. I told a coworker (Chase, who really no longer counts as 'a coworker' thats my Chaseface [justfriends]) that I was putting in my two weeks today because they FUCKINGPISSMEOFF! man. I just don't wanna quit till I have another job. I've gotten used to my money && shit. I'm tryna make plans. Going to LA in October. I need a new laptop battery. I'm tryna save for my braces. lol fuck my car. Our medical does not cover anything orthodontic. OMGSH @ THATS ACTUALLY A WORD THAT I SPELLED CORRECTLY. But you know, braces type shit. They cover none of it. Its despicable. So I'm going to have to pay for my own braces cus, pshka, I'm the only one with a job.

So i'm in a shitty position cus I can't afford to quit the job I'm at, but I can't afford to stay either. MAN! WORKING FUCKING SUCKS. Okay, if I'm going to continue this blog, I'ma need to start typing like I have some sense, cus I'm pissing myself off right now.

Don't read this. I mean, you're fucked at this point, cus...you've read all the way down here, but like....if for some reason you're skimming the blog before you decide to read it, catch this part, don't read this. I'ma highlight the word don't. You really don't even need to do it. When I start using Caps lock excessively, thats when you need to be ignoring me, cus I hate caps lock, actually. It drives me fucking insane. Like, what, over the internet, could you possibly need to say that involves you hitting that fucking button. You're letters being bigger is not going to make me respond faster. If anything I'ma sit there longer wondering what possessed you to think getting loud with me was gonna make me agree with you more. Like shit, turn your font size down, please.

I'm done with that little rant. So basically: Night school fucked up my sleeping pattern so when I go to work in a couple hours I'll be fucked and not really paying attention which sucks because it could very possibly be the day that I put in my two weeks notice so I don't wanna be seen acting like a fucking idiot, even though it'd be what they get for stressing me out the way they have. That was the purpose of me writing this blog.

I wrote another blog last night (tee hee, circa 7 hrs ago) about some other shit that I was pissed off about, but I'm not even mad at that anymore. You can read that though, if it floats your boat. Its prettier, and much easier to follow than this blog here. This blog here is bullshit. I'm rambling. Like majorly. I think you figured that out though. You're smart that way.

Saddest thing I just realized. The other blog? I posted it at 9:46. Its now 5:41. Nigga. I have been laying in bed on my damn computer doing absolutely nothing for 8 hours. Thats longer than I'm at school. Thats longer than I've ever been at work. Thats longer than some of my whole days. If I'd have gone to sleep right after I posted that blog, and woke up now, I would've gotten a full 8 hrs sleep. Like. Man. Thats just amazing to me. The way I just waste time like its nothing.

Okay. Hella done talking. Drifting away. I'ma take a catnap before my mom starts screaming at me.

Wish me luck && shit.

-A.