c/o neilson tam
YOU CHANGE ALL THE LEAD SLEEPING IN MY HEAD TO GOLD. AS THE DAY GROWS DIM, I HEAR YOU SING A GOLDEN HYMN, ITS THE SONG I'VE BEEN TRYING TO SING: Good things come to those who wait? I know that its been a very long time since I've updated, and I know that it doesn't really matter because I have two friends on this jam, but whateva eva. So I do have quite a lot to catch this jawn up on. Basically, I've been running around like a maniac for the passed 2 weeks. I started a new job at Finger Lakes Coffee Roasters (and have already maybe been fired for sleeping through my alarm and obviously, my shift yesterday, I'm still not sure), I have been working on large format cameras, and I may or may not be "dating" Jeff Haschmann finally (more on this later because I'm sure its the only thing that you cats care about).
Uhmn, lets see. So I have been working at FLCR now for a couple of shifts and I do really like it but the hours are killing me. Most mornings I have to get up at 4:45 AM just to make it there on time and park my car and walk to the hospital (the cafe is located in the hospital, I forgot to mention...charming, isn't it?). Its really not what I want to be doing as far as being a barista goes, but everyone has to start somewhere, and if I have to start by wearing a dumb ass hat, huge pair of khakis, and a ridiculous bright blue shirt that says EMERGENCY CAFFEINE on the back of it, then so be it. Really, I hope to just be working at a cafe where I can wear whatever I want and work at noon. Baby steps, girl, baby steps. My boss seems cool enough. I can't tell what age she is (maybe 30+), and she says, "...what you want to go ahead and do..." too much, but occasionally I like her.
We've both been sick lately, so we're keeping to ourselves. It turns out he does like me a fair amount and we've made a deal that we're "not dating, but don't do anything with anyone else." I think that is basically called a relationship. This concept is a little foreign to me, but I can deal with it. I guess I'm finally getting what I wanted, right? I couldn't ask for more really, I don't know what I'd ask for. He has been taking care of me these last couple of nights because I'm a little more sick than he is, given that I've also been stressed and therefore haven't eaten a proper meal in 2 weeks (see my meal list below). The diabetes has been coming in pretty full force lately, maybe due to the lack of food consumption. I'm not sure, I just know that I completely lost my appetite from the little sleep and lot of work both school and finger lakes. With that knowledge, please enjoy my "workout plan". It's called the "I'm a fucktard and I drink too much coffee and don't eat for 2 weeks so I lost 16 pounds" diet. Enjoy.
Workout Plan: start by getting the flu and then get up every morning at 4:45 and walk from your car to work (10 minutes), run around at work for hours (6-8 hours), run from work to your car (5 minutes), run from your car to class (10 minutes), drink 9 cups of coffee a day, smoke a pack of cigarettes, ride your bike to the studio (15 minutes), drink more coffee, smoke more cigarettes, go to bed at 1 AM, and repeat. If you need to eat, graze on dry lettuce leaves. If you are stressed and tired enough, the look and thought of good should make your stomach absolutely turn. If your stomach growls for long periods of time but doesn't "hurt", you're doing it right. (don't do this, it sucks).
KILL ME.
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