"Won't keep holding back my conscience, realize there's a choice to not end up like you..."

So....

I've started really, really liking Chevelle. I don't know, it's different than A Perfect Circle and a lot of the other stuff I listen too. It's got a bit more energy, or something. It's good though. I'm obsessed with several songs. I just listen to them over and over and get really PUMPED. It's cool.

So, Friday nightI hung out with Zach and we watched Cannibal! The Musical. It was good. I thought Orgazmo was a little better, but it was still pretty funny and unexpected. It was a good surprise. Then I came home and ended up talking online until past six in the morning. I didn't know when I had to work the next day, so I set my alarm for 11 and figured I would call, find out when, and go back to bed.

Turns out I had to work at 11:30. There was no going back to bed.

I went to work and they stuck me on the concession stand. It wasn't too bad. I actually kind of enjoyed it, really. It was different, and it was nice to talk to people. It's an easy job.

I had one customer that didn't seem pleased with my sunny disposition and carefree attitude.

He came up with his wife and asked for a small popcorn and a soda. So I got him the popcorn and asked him if he wanted butter, and he said yes. So I put a reasonable, healthyish amount on it and he said "No. More. I want a heart attack from this." After that, I put a disgusting amount on there.

One of the things I'm paid to do at the theater is to get people to buy more. So, if you order a popcorn and a soda, I'm supposed to ask if you want candy. In this case, I asked him if he wanted candy, but I wanted to be clever about it. I ask him "Would you like some candy with this, maybe a little diabetes to go along with your heart attack?"

He looked at me, very sternly and said "She just found out she's diabetic, actually." The charisma he had before was gone. He was not pleased. I apologized and just rang them out and didn't say anything more. Oh well. He made a heart attack joke, that's just as inappropriate.

I came home from work and Anthony and I hung out for a while and played Need for Speed Most Wanted and got really bored of it. After a while I brought him home and came online and talked for a while and got confused and then went to bed.

I slept until 11 and my dad called me to come upstairs and help fix the hood of my car. By the time I got upstairs he was done with it though. So I stood around while we poked at the new belts and he decided that they're the cause of my squeeling, so I have to take the car in again to get worked on. Pretty lame, but I'd like a car that doesn't make a high-pitched noise every time it moves, so I'll do it.

I went back to bed after that and slept until about 4:30. I didn't really sleep well the first time, but I slept a lot better after that. I woke up and wandered around the house and then I called up Anthony to watch Ong Bak: The Thai Warrior, and that movie was awesome. No CG or stuntmen, just crazy Thai people getting KICKED IN THE FACE. It was pretty cool.

Along the way, my car stereo decided it didn't want to work. At all. So I drove in total silence. And that was weird. I didn't like it. It's depressing to ride in silence, and it's even worse to ride with a high-pitched squeeling noise, so it was pretty terrible. After it warmed up for a while it finally worked, so I took off the face of it and I'm going to keep it inside. I think it was just too cold.

Tomorrow I'm babysitting, and Tuesday I'm skiing. Good stuff. I'm looking forward to the cash and then completely destroying myself at Gore. I want to go all out. Crashing won't matter. I just want to go really fast. My cousin gets really hardcore into jumps and stuff and it makes me excited and I get really pumped. It helps me forget my fears of hurting things.