|Current mood:|| restless|
|Current music:||"Basketball" by Jimmy Fallon|
I closed and opened at work=exhausted. I believe I got 4 hours of sleep. That's almost close to my norm of 5 a night. Yay for nap time. So the show was pure madness. Many people, lots of people. However, this means that aside from the nasty 40 year old musicians that normally come by, a strapping young fellow was playing. So the audience was more visually pleasing. I was supposed to have a visitor, but he was too "busy"... Oh wells. Disappointed. It snowed and the official JJ dance was made to accomodate the snowstorm by adding a jump! That was exciting! I haven't seen Flannery in ages, so it was also cool to catch up with him. He's hotness in a clothing factory. Then Rob was his normal awesome self --> coolest guy that I would love to be my brother. The flann man and roberto give my guy advice that I hold near and dear. One the voice of logic, one of hormones. You can figure out which is which. Regardless, they are cool characters. Rob is dick bruiseface, despite his rejections to it. He also put on my cell phone banner: "I like blacks". Rob is black...
Tonight I had to have a family dinner. This means my rich aunt, and my dad's fam that's right out of a trailer. No joke. My uncle works at a harley store and his wife doesn't work at all b/c she claims her back hurts too much. My cousin wears shirts that say "hottie" and "princess..." and she's about 2 years younger than myself. That's just wrong on so many levels. Anyways, around family I always get cocky and just blunt in everything that I do. They think I'm confident, I think that I'm bored. I was rescued by a phone call.
I started working on an essay and such. Then I realized that the amount of work that I have to do is too overwhelming to attempt. I gave up and went to sleep at 2.