The waterworks hit today. The last week or so, I've randomly teared up thinking about Wednesday, but today, everything really started. This morning, I went to 8 a.m. Mass as usual, and although I knew that it would be Peter's last Mass before leaving, a couple of things didn't really hit me. Talking to them after Mass, I noticed Mrs. Smith looking rather unsettled, so I asked if she was okay. She shook her head and said "Today's kind of a last supper kind of thing." Then it dawned on me that not only would this be Peter's last Mass, but really his last family breakfast afterward...the last time so many of them (more of the Smith children were about than usual)would be together before his departure...the last time for many, many months that my Bear will sit down on my left and put his arm around me or accidentally almost launch me off the bench. We were sitting in the living room when I just kind of started shaking and it hit...followed of course by the coincidental movement of several oblivious people into the living room. No one said anything though, and I was buried in Peter's chest, as I often am, so maybe most of them didn't notice either. Work was horrible too, so when the song "Lucky" by Jason Mraz came on...I just about passed out. For those of you who've never heard it...the chorus is "Lucky to be in love with my best friend, lucky to have been where I have been, lucky to be coming home again...,"etc. Now...that wouldn't be so bad...except it's a duet, and the guy is singing about missing his lady across the sea, and vice versa. It was possibly the worst thing that could have happened at that moment...I don't want the last couple of days he has to be riddled with random outbursts of crying from me, but it hurts like hell. I'll be okay when he's gone for the most part I think...but the departure is going to tear me apart. I guess there's nothing to do but try my very best to make him happy until he goes...luckily for me, Peter happy=Alex happy.

It's a beautiful day! So far I've gotten to spend it getting more tea, picking up a new sketchbook, and spending time with Peter that I didn't think I'd have. It was nice. He leaves on Wednesday morning and I'm not really sure how to feel. Of course on one hand, I'm upset that he is going to be gone for so long...on the other though, I'm excited for him to go. He needs this, and seeing him after so much time will feel so good. Also, Joseph is back! He's been in training (as I think I may have mentioned) for stuff before he goes to Baghdad in March, and came home yesterday. It's really very good to have him back. He's the kind of person who just balances everything out sheerly by existing. Tess returned yesterday too, with her friend Clara from school right along with her. Because of people being back and it just having been a great day, dinner was absolutely hilarious. I guess all of this helps with Wednesday. These past couple of weeks have just been so unbelievably good, and it's getting easier to think of the next few months in terms of what I need to get done and everything without the cloud of missing Peter hanging over it. The ongoing process of conversion and being around his family, as well as the distractions of work and school will help, but I've got plenty else to do too, and that makes this a good change as well. I think I'm just going to have to will myself to be optimistic...and pray...lots of that....

The days are looking up I think. I got to see Jake again on Monday, which was sweet because he leaves for Eau Claire again on Sunday. We meant to go to the movies, but completely spaced out on the fact that it was a weekday, so nothing was open by the time we got there (we didn't bother to check the times beforehand because we didn't honestly care what we saw). So....we spent about 3 or so hours in Pinecone. YES. Amazement. Twas fun. He was a little sad after though, when I was talking to him online...he's been getting that way lately. Hope he's okay.

I dropped my Earth Science class, which makes me sad on one hand because I heart the subject, but on the other hand, it was on my only day off and its inclusion made for 9 hours worth of class straight. Working 6 days a week + 9 hours of class = no thank you. I will be picking up another class though, just hopefully on a more convenient day.

Things with work have actually been going pretty well too. The coffee shop has become more fun as of late due to my strange affinity for really fast cleaning these days. The clinics aren't all that entertaining...actually, they're ridiculously boring, but it's good money and some of the people I work with make me smile. Some of the others...not so much...but hey.

February 4th is fast approaching, but things are going much better than they were when I ranted the other day. Talked to Joe again the other day too, which was cool...until he got kicked offline...grrrrr *bites facebook*. Yay for e-mail.

Oh, and Zach, if you are reading this; I only pointed out the whole plagiarism aspect of things because several comments had already been made, and your status seemed rather indicative of the idea that you had, in fact, written the thing. If I just wanted to be a jerk, I'd have posted the link in your comments, and let other people find it themselves.

It's funny how someone can come out of nowhere and make you feel better. Joe, Peter's brother, who is away for more Army National Guard training started talking to me online out of nowhere. I didn't mention any of the concerns of my previous rant (aside from Peter's leaving), and yet he still managed to console and encourage me immensely. Such a lovely gentleman.

Honestly..."home" is becoming insufferable. Amber and I were supposed to be moved in about a week ago now, but aren't because the contract we are signing is still going through legal stuff and, although he hasn't cared for the past year and half, her father recently decided that we should stay out of the house, where half my stuff is I might add, until everything is ready. Now, this would have been fine had it been the whole time, but he chose to enact this about 2 weeks ago out of nowhere. Today, I was told by my father that he's not trying to be mean, but that Peter and I can not be in the house when no one is home or if he/my mother/both are asleep. They also decided to do this out of nowhere. And what event spurred it, you ask? Were Peter and I caught behaving inappropriately? Did my mom complain about being uncomfortable? Etc.? No. The other day, my dad came upstairs, and Peter and I had fallen asleep on the couch. Not even curled up together, because my dad previously complained about how much we cuddle. On opposite ends of the couch, we accidentally fell asleep. So Peter basically gets kicked out.

Now why does all of this even matter? Peter leaves for Navy Basic training in 2 weeks. So we went from having two places to see each other to having none in these past couple of weeks, and it was getting hard enough to see each other on a fairly regular basis as is because the poor guy has about 20 people to see a day to say goodbye. Ya know...I could be out having sex with any number of people, doing drugs, coming home drunk...I'm not having sex, I don't do drugs, and I can't even remember the last time I had something even remotely alcoholic...I have two jobs and am a full-time student, manage a high-budget credit card without ever missing a payment...and this is not good enough. No, I get freaked out at over cuddling. Awesome. Makes perfect sense.

So it's 2 weeks til Peter leaves, and we have nowhere to go. I mean, I see him all the time still with his family and at Mass, etc., but there's something to be said about seeing someone alone, especially on the rare occasion that you are actually close enough with said person to feel comfortable allowing them into your personal space. The funniest thing is, apparently my dad likes Peter, and yet allows him fewer freedoms with me than any of the many guys he has disliked. Also, we aren't even dating, so he doesn't even have the excuse of hating a boyfriend.

Sorry about the rant. I'm just getting sick of the whole, "if it's not one thing, it's another; just because" situation.

New Song. Untitled and Such.

He's got time.
Yes, he's always got the time
And he won't mind
Wasting it with you.

No, he's not mine,
But that's okay 'cause I've got time,
Yes, I've got time
That he can waste beside me too.

Oh, he sets the world on fire
Only when he thinks I'm watching...

But he don't know I'm tired
And I've had too little to drink
To think that hard...

He's got lies
And he will sing them line for line,
But you won't mind,
Just remember not to stop breathing,

'Cause he's kind,
But he will kill you with that smile,
And though you're bleeding all the while,
You just can't stop that heart from beating.

Oh, he sets the world on fire
Only when he thinks I'm watching...

But he don't know I'm tired
And I've had too little to drink
To think that hard...

Because oh, it's hard
When you know that it's just started...

And oh, it's hard,
Because you know that it gets harder...

He'll set the world on fire
But my time is already up,

I'm already up in flames.

So. I haven't posted in quite some while, but yesterday was CRAZY. I guess my story should begin with Saturday night. I chilled with Peter for a bit, and we ended up watching a movie. We usually are out til all hours of the morning, but since we had to get up early for Sunday, we didn't want to be up too horribly late. We watched our movie, and it was......strange and then just kind of talked for a bit. By the time the movie was done, it was only about quarter to 1, so we weren't doing to badly. Then we fell asleep for like 2 hours out of nowhere. We both woke up when I adjusted my arm around 3 because it was going numb under Peter's weight. We were both too lazy to go home for a bit, but realizing that we should probably get at least a few hours of good sleep, we left. I got home/ready for bed/in bed at about 4:30 and set my alarm for 6:30 figuring that 2 hours of sleep should be fine. Normally, it would have been. However, since I'd gotten a bit of a second wind from that couple of hours of sleep, I couldn't get to sleep til about 6:10....

Now that you understand the amount of sleep I was on, let's go to the events of Sunday. I got up and showered at 6:30 as planned, got dressed, ate a couple of pieces of bread/butter, and waited for Peter to come pick me up in time for 8:00 mass. Yes mass. He'd invited me to come sometime last week and I thought it would be nice, so I accepted. Besides, I knew his family would be there, and they are pretty much amazing. So we went and it was really lovely if somewhat awkward due to the fact that I'm not Catholic by any means, so I don't really do the whole kneeling/crossing oneself thing. I mean, I know how but I figure it would be disrespectful since I'm not Catholic. Other than that awkwardness though, it was really nice to be somewhere where I wasn't the only person praying, so I enjoyed it quite a bit.

After the hour spent there, Peter and I left to pick up some supplies for a flea market and rushed out to Holy Hill. The flea market was awesome, but I will spare the details for the sake of the sanity of any who have taken the time to read this. We chilled at the flea market looking around and helping a guy named Dave sell stuffs until about 2 at which point we left to try to make it to our friend Brianna's play at 3.

Now, that shouldn't have been a problem. It was in Beaver Dam, but Peter speeds like few people I've ever seen, so we really should have been in fine shape. Unfortunately, between the time we got to Holy Hill and the time we left, construction had begun for the day. After about 20 minutes of figuring out how to get where we needed to be in order to pick up Joe (one of Peter's brothers), we had about 5 minutes to make it to Beaver Dam on time. 20 minutes later we entered the parking lot to the high school the play was being performed at. At this point, it was just hilarious....in an attempt to find the door through which we should enter to get to the auditorium, we ran all the way around the school trying and failing at each entryway. It was then that we realized that we ran past the door (the first one we should have seen I might add). We got inside all tuckered out to find two women laughing at us because they'd witnessed our little hunt. They gave us our tickets and we bolted upstairs and to the auditorium, through the wrong door, the other wrong door, and then the correct one. To our surprise, we had only missed the opening song, so we were actually in pretty good shape. The play was A Chorus Line and if anyone is familiar with it, it's extremely....colorful....so here am I with two devout Catholic boys as a blonde woman sings a song featuring the phrase "Tits! and Ass!" OVER 9,000(!)times. Thankfully, I was with the only 2 Smiths that that would fly with, and we just ended up making fun of it. Brianna did a spectacular job though, so it was pretty nice altogether.

Immediately after the play, we started back to Watertown to make it home for dinner at Peter's house. We made it there at about 6:15, so 45 minutes late. Bless his family for being so patient, I swear. Dinner was great and afterwards the 10 of us (Mr. and Mrs. Smith, myself, Peter, and Peter's siblings Joe, Mike, Ben, Mamie, Betsy, and Tess (unfortunately Polly was out of town again)), walked down to Breselowe's for a box of Orange Cream pops. We arrived back to the Smith residence just in time for Joe, Peter, and I to leave, this time for the Dead Theologian's Society or DTS meeting at St. Bernard's at 7:00.

We walked up there in time to be a little bit early, so we helped Elizabeth Warpinski, the Leibharts, and a few others I don't know to set up stuff downstairs. Just for reference, this was another occasion to which I had been invited by Peter, and so I wasn't sure how things worked at all since again, I'm not of Catholic background. It turned out to be a lot of fun though-we all went up to the church's balcony as it began to get dark and sat in pews in a rather beautiful arrangement of candlelight. It's basically a history lesson/discussion period broken into segments. This time we learned about the origins of 2 saints, whose importance I won't go into, because this thing would turn into a novel. It was really interesting to learn though, since I'm unfamiliar with any of that. I was a little bit nervous throughout the meeting because you are supposed to be confirmed to go, which I'm obviously not, but the leader either didn't notice my lack of certain actions, or didn't care. Altogether, it was a really enjoyable experience, and being around the Smith family and the activities I've been involved in lately has really changed my perspective on Catholicism and such.

We were officially done with all that around 9 pm, so we headed back to Peter's house. There, I talked to Peter, Joe, and Tess for a bit, then left to go home and change out of the dress I'd been wearing all day. At home, Peter and I watched some stand up online and left to go to Mission Control to watch a movie. Now, remember I was still on about 20 minutes of sleep, so that whole movie watching thing? Not exactly-more like, Peter sort of watches the movie while Alex falls asleep through most of it...I do remember bits and pieces of Jet Li kicking ass though, so I can't complain. The night ended around 1(?) and I went home to the loveliness of sleepy happy time.

THE END.

P.S. Zach was camping, which is why I was with Peter the whole time. We are still together and happy and all that. Peace.

Once again, it's new song time ladies and gentlemen....I know I don't post the vast majority of them on here, but I figured, hell, may as well...as is the case with David, by the way, Twitter has been getting most of my actual attention. I still check here everyday though, just so you all know. Muah! Love you too much not to. Here we go:

Yeah...I'll think of a title sometime....


No, I don't want to sleep right through this time,
Am I? She screams, am I losing you?
And I don't want to leave these dreams behind,
Am I, or am I refusing to?

You bleed me, everything in you.

Sometimes, I can see right through that sky,
Goodbye! He screams as she's coming to.
And I will do anything to fly!
Goodbye, don't you know you bleed me too...

Don't you know you bleed me too?

Goodbye, you left me breathless.
I'd stay if you could catch this.
Diseased, I'm done pretending,
So put down that soul you're mending.
Goodbye, you leave me open.
I'd stay if I weren't broken.
Baby, you're so infectious,
Bittersweet, and who'd have guessed it?

No, I don't have to think it through this time,
Do I? There's not a thing I owe you.
Your eyes made the best of me go blind,
In time, you'll bleed me less too...

Goodbye you left me breathless.
I'd stay if you could catch this.
Diseased, I'm done pretending,
So put down that soul you're mending.
Goodbye, you leave me open.
I'd stay if I weren't broken.
Baby, you're so infectious,
Bittersweet, and who'd have guessed it?

I was on Facebook and noticed my religious preference's status as 'agnostic'. It really bothers me...I mean, the key element in most widely accepted definitions of agnosticism is the idea that an agnostic believes equally in the existence or nonexistence of God. I.e.- they don't know whether God exists, but don't rule out the possibility. A while ago, Jinto suggested that I use the term agnostic theist instead, because that suggests more of a belief of God than a lack thereof. However, every definition I've found of agnostic theism provides that there's no proof of God at all, but they choose to believe in one, pretty much just because. Basically...I'm trying to say that I can't use either of those, because they don't encompass even the basic idea of what I believe. I guess I'm just going to explain what I DO believe for the sheer sake of overriding the 'agnostic' status on facebook, so that it's understood that it's just as close as I've managed to get...if that makes sense. So here it is, the basest description of what I believe in a religious manner:

I absolutely believe that God exists. Not because I have tangible evidence, but because I feel it. I feel it in every ounce of my being. I have no issues with people who choose to believe that God does not exist, I just choose to disagree. Simply put: I don't believe that the existence of all the beautiful creatures around me is by chance alone. Here's where people seem to get confused, so I'll try to explain clearly. I 100% believe in God, but I refuse to attach myself to any strict religious structure because I just don't believe that anyone really knows. I mean, you can have all the faith in the world in your religions' teachings about sin and the afterlife, etc, but no one will truly know until they get to that point (i.e. death). Because of this, I can't belong to a religious grouping because I don't want to promote the ideology that any religious group knows more than another because frankly, regardless of what any combination of intuition and upbringing tell us , we don't ACTUALLY KNOW until we die. To belong to a religious organization would just feel arrogant to me, like I was turning my nose up at another person's ideas on something we technically know the same amount about. This is NOT to say that anyone who belongs to a religious group is automatically arrogant or undermining, just that that is how I'd personally feel.

Also, there are just base ideas that I can't bring myself to agree with that exist in multiple religions. For example, Islam, Christianity, many Native American belief systems, etc. suggest that God has a sex. God in Christian and Muslim texts is often referred to simply as 'He'. In some Native American systems, God is stated to be a 'She'. I honestly just can't bring myself to associate something like gender with God if there is only one God, which I believe there is. I believe that God is either genderless or comprised of the characteristics of both genders equally. To me (again, this is only an opinion, NOT an argument), it seems too unbelievable for something so beautiful and fantastic as what God is supposed to be for it to stick to such an earthly inhibitor as gender. Masculinity is only as definite as its comparison to femininity. If there is no counterpart, then the existence of the initial sexual identification seems useless and nothing more than a manmade need for identity that we, as humans, can easily understand.

There's a lot more, I guess I just wanted to get the basic ideas out. I believe in God, but am not a part of any religion. I believe that anyone's devotion to what they believe in is beautiful and hold nothing against anyone who chooses to disagree with my own beliefs-power to ya. Any questions on the details of my beliefs (because I really didn't offer much here) are perfectly encouraged.

This really did help. I think I'm just switching to other. Then no one has any basis by which to make assumptions...

Today was actually a fantastic day...work was really nice, and it wasn't too horribly busy throughout the day. Despite my initial reaction to be alone as posted the other day, it's actually pretty easy, and I rather enjoy. There is one thing, however, that made my day a little fucking lame. I was supposed to work noon to 5/close, meaning i'd get out around 6. not bad, right? not bad until you realize that the two people who worked before you did jack shit on the daily oh-my-damn-that's-a-lot-of-crap-to-do list. Basically, that means that Alex gets to do the 25 some odd closing duties plus what ends up being 20 more things that are supposed to be done before i get there. awesome. I got done around 8:05. Lame.

I really wanted to make it out to Milwaukee tonight. A girl named Marissa(sp) who Peter and I used to meet up with at swing dances is moving to Colorado to pursue further education as, I believe, a biochemist. She's an amazing dancer, one of the most genuinely nice people I've ever met, and stunningly pretty in a way it's hard to describe. I hope she does well. I guess her boyfriend is nearer to that area too, so hopefully things work well for them too. I'll miss her horribly...

What with school having just ended and such, I have considerably more time to (insert activity here). As in, I apologize Jinto for not picking up calls-you have a habit of calling while I'm at work, which is entirely not your fault considering that I work just about every shift available. Otherwise, I'm probably dancing. Unfortunately, a lot of times by the time I realize you've called, my phone dies because it's a piece of crap (ask pretty much anyone for proof. i'm impossible to get ahold of in most cases).

That said and off of my chest, because I feel awful about it, since we'd been doing so well in keeping up with each other, life is just dandy. I work every day this week, and have had/will have a lot of time to spend with Zach. Next week, I work every day but Wednesday, which happens to be the day that Peter invited me to go to Madison with him to see the lilacs and just chill. Note to self: don't forget to ask Jake what he needed to talk to me about last night...

If I focus on work in particular, I realize one very important thing-it doesn't suck. This idea is a little new to me, so excuse my amazement. Also, I like what happens on the rare occasion that we actually run out of stuff to do....we start slamming shots of espresso. Ohhhhh man, was I hyper last night...poor Peter, good thing we didn't dance. I'm pretty sure I'd have ended up flinging HIM around. Grar, in 40 minutes I start my shift. Normally, I wouldn't really care, but today is my first day alone.....for four hours.....meaning that if we get 800 people (holy exaggeration Batman!) in the store at the same time, I'm screwed. Eh, it was bound to happen. I can't train forever, right?

I hope Zach is doing better than he was last night. He's been having some issues with family, and they seem to be getting to him more and more lately. What's worse is, I can't even stay at Mission Control right now due to some worries on the part of Amber's ass of a father (both our words, so back off), so I can't offer a place for him to stay. Things happen though, and Zach's not one to take things heavily for too long, so hopefully some of the issues will get resolved peacefully.

Gah, my manga/anime intake came to a screeching halt a month or two ago for various reasons, and it's really beginning to agitate me. The worst thing is, I know it's not going to pick back up for at least a couple of weeks. LAME.

Oh, almost forgot another little nerve-wracking thing about work today...last night I worked with a girl named Nicholle til close. We were all set to get out extremely early until, as she described it to another girl, "we" forgot about the hose in the mop bucket and "we" flooded the back. According to her, "we" also cleaned it up. Yeah. Bout that. For the record, I was in the front, having just helped customers, when Nicholle came running around the corner going "Get back here! I need your help!" I ran back to see what had happened to be met with a LOT of water, much of which was seeping into the boss's office. At this point Nicholle is freaking out like no other, so I tell her to go deal with the front at which point I proceeded to clean everything up, including Carrie's office, so that we could get out on time. Normally, I wouldn't even feel it necessary to rant about something of this nature...however...Carrie likes to cut our tips if we screw up, meaning that if I get blame for something I had no part in, I don't get my tip money for the week. No. Right now, I really can't afford it. I wouldn't have even minded taking part of the blame if Carrie had confronted us about it. It's just that she automatically placed half of it on me that bothers me...eh. She was upset, so I can't really fault her.

It's funny the things you'd never expect. The way people are, and the way you never thought they were capable of being. I've had a lot of time to think lately, and I'm not sure how happy I am about it. Dancing helps clear things up though. And songwriting. Shitty situations always produce the best...ha. Well, anyway, I never post my songs here because I don't see the point. I post them on Myspace where it's less personal and more than likely no one will read them, but there will still be some record that they existed. I feel like posting this one though. If you have my myspace, yes, it's the same I posted earlier, so don't waste your time.

You tell me I'm fooling myself
Into something, and nobody else
Can deceive me quite like myself,
Will believe me quite like myself,

And you trust me, but you'll never tell,
And the lust feeds, relieving yourself,
No one tests me quite like yourself,
No one lets me quite like myself.

And the days go by,
And someone must have died
20 years ago to make this right.
It's so new to me to have to be the one letting go,
Let's make this right.
If i just close my eyes, maybe I can see the sky again...

Does it open for me like it used to?
Nothing opens for me like it used to.
If every tenth memory could be of you,
I'd prefer not to see,

'Cause I trust you,
And it's cutting so deep to be near you,
To be falling asleep underneath you,
When you're miles out of reach and chasing something that I'll never be.

And the days go by,
And someone must have died
20 years ago to make this right.
It's so new to me to have to be the one letting go,
Let's make this right.
If I just close my eyes, maybe I can see the sky again...

The days go by,
And I'm closing my eyes
Just to escape the heat of you,
Touch of you, tease of you, all lies...


And the days go by,
And someone must have died
20 years ago to make this right.
It's so new to me to have to be the one letting go,
Let's make this right.
If I just close my eyes, maybe I can see the sky...

Yesterday was pretty much the most amazing day I've had in a long time. I worked 7-10 and 3 middle aged women complimented me on the pink/blonde hair.

After work, I went home, showered/changed, and called my friend/partner for Race, Class, and Gender in regards to our gigantic presentation on Tibet that we were supposed to show the class yesterday. Turns out, the teacher got sick, so we didn't have class! Amazing.

I ended up calling Beau to find out where band practice was going to be and to tell him that I could make it at 3 instead of 4 due to class cancellation. We decided to go to lunch with a friend named David at Applebee's in Delafield, and I later broke into his brother's house when he forgot the key.

After dropping David off, we went to Jack's house for 4, count 'em FOUR hours of band practice. ^^happy. I came home and hung out with Jake until he had to go at 10.

The only thing that sucked was that I put off calling Jinto til later that night because I was starving around the time I was going to call him. Well, my phone decided to shoot itself in the face and not allow me to use it whilst it charged. LAME.

Otherwise though, it really was an amazing day.

Ever since I decided that I'd be quitting Pizza Hut, I considered putting the pink back in my hair. When I began my job at Latte Donatte, I asked Carrie, the manager if I could do it on a day I didn't work so that she could decide if I could keep it or not. I did that today, and.....*drumroll*.....she's letting me keep it!

#^_^#

Here's to my last night of freedom before presentation preparation panic begins! At least I have off tomorrow though. That really does help matters. Hopefully I will also be able to dance with Peter and such......I might see tonight since it should be raining for quite a bit of tomorrow.

Happiness! Amber and I will be re-cleaning the house over the course of the weekend. Gah. God knows it's about time. Oh me, oh my.

Jake is making a lot of strange noises.........

Anywho...the conference thing with my teacher went well today. We had to get together to discuss the paragraph and outline that was due in preparation for our final paper of the semester. It's a persuasive research paper and I've chosen to argue that literary censorship hinders expansion of thought/the ability to make decisions based on one's own findings as opposed to the limited selections of public libraries (like Watertown's....)that censor certain oh, I don't know, non-Christian reference books.

In other news, there wasn't much business at work today, so I ended up doing a LOT of dishes and mopping and such. Mmmmmm, bleach + coffee. Take in that aroma...

Yesterday and today were quite lovely. The weather, today especially, has been gorgeous. Also, I worked tonight so I smell like coffee^^.

Gah. I have a lot to do. I have a paragraph and an outline due for class in the morning. After that, I work from 1-4. From there I am spending time with Zach because he's leaving for a placement test out of town on Friday and won't get back til late Saturday. Not a big deal, but if I have time to see him off, I may as well, right? I will probably see if Peter wants to dance either Thursday night or sometime Friday. The nice thing about Friday is that I have no class or work...however, I have a gigantic thing I have to work on, due Monday, that will probably take at least a couple of hours. LAME. Eh, at least dancing will be involved at some point.

Speaking of dancing-one quite nice thing about warm weather reappearing is that I can exercise again...I usually start when it gets warm and then it dies off once it gets too cold...I'm going to try to NOT let that happen this year. It's really fun though because I do the normal stuff such as push-ups, sit-ups, etc., but only intermittently. Most of my exercising is done in the form of dancing. I figured that a)it's one of the best things for your body as it's extremely taxing on most areas, b)it will help build muscle to back up the areas I am trying to regain flexibility in and c)the practice is fantastic.

So....I should probably stop talking and oh, I don't know.....do my homework...Zach was supposed to call me quite a bit ago...he never forgets...hm...wonder what's up. Eh, oh well.

Today...was amazing.

I woke up around 8, go something to drink, applied to more schools, went back to sleep til about 1:00 (I'm EXTREMELY sleep deprived, so bite me^^).

Got up, went to school, got out of school early.

After that, I stopped by Zach's to say hi then left for Oconomowoc for band practice. Beau, Jack, and I hammered out some parts for another song and practiced the 2 we already have solidified.

Around 5:15 I had to leave to go back to Watertown for a staff meeting at Latte, which was strangely fun. That lasted about an hour or so before I headed home.

I called Jinto and we got to talk while I ate cake. I also talked to Amber and watched music videos to see if I could find some good dancing things to teach myself. On a whim, I texted Peter to see if he'd be available tomorrow for some dancing and he actually ended up being free tonight, which was pretty much epic.

I went to Zach's where we had our own celebration for my last night at the Slut. It consisted of Lucky Charms, beef jerky, cookies, and Bawls. Yeah. That's right. We are just that cool.

At 10, I picked up Peter and we drove to Brandt-Quirk park where we danced in the parking lot for about 45 minutes or so. There was also much singing, random acrobatics, and goofiness.

I am about to go to sleep for the sake of morning exercising practices, and I feel just lovely.

Tonight was officially my last night as an employee of Pizza Hut. VICTORY! It was an okay night, not bad money. Peter and I went out afterward since I couldn't get ahold of Amber. We had milkshakes the way we did when he quit and talked for some time. He seems to being doing well and I'm really thankful for his company over these past months. Even in his more trying times with things involving Amber, he was always a good person.

I saw Dan when I went to the movies the other day. I recognized his build and the "SECURITY" shirt before I realized it was him. This was mostly due to his hair, which has gotten incredibly long since I last saw him. All Zach heard was me saying "No way..." as I ran toward the ticket line. He bought his ticket and I attacked him. I met his girlfriend too-she seems really cool. He was all excited and stuff because apparently this Tuesday(?)is four months for them. I'm so happy for him. On the other hand though, I nearly started crying when I gave him another hug before they went to their movie. I miss him so much I can't stand it. He really is just one of those people who, after everything, brings a smile to your face because he's one of the best guys around. I really do love Dan, my big brother. The tears are welling up knowing how long it could be before I see him again. He probably doesn't even know how much of a friend he is to me.

In other news, Latte Donatte is extremely fun. I worked Thursday, Friday, and today, and apparently I'm catching on quite well. Natasha told me so after a pretty hefty rush today. Pizza Hut really has helped with a lot of basic skills, even if it was a pain in the ass. In this case, my knack for dealing with hordes of impatient people was put to work. So far I can work the cash register in every aspect of its glory, brew and grind coffee, as well as weigh and bag it. I can also make smoothies and two types of chiller. I already know how to do most of the cleaning/prep work, and I have been taught how to deal with the pastry case. Also, since most of our regulars are there every day, my waitress memory is coming in handy! On the 25, I'll be going to Alterra in Milwaukee to be taught the history of coffee as well as many facts about around,oh, 3,409,899 things. There is where I'll also be taught to use the espresso machines, whereupon I will return to Latte Donatte and learn how to make the rest of the beverages. I really adore this job and all the people I work with, most of which I've known for a while. I have a feeling I'll have this for a long time.

Didn't get to talk to Jinto tonight because of a fairly time-consuming close and mine/Peter's celebration. I will be calling him tomorrow after a staff meeting though, so it should be a good time.

*Love and Hotpockets*

Going to see "Run Fat Boy, Run" tonight. I'm all excited and things. Was supposed to be a LOT of us, but now it's basically down to Zach, possibly Beau, and I. Should still be cool though. Eh. I'd like for Luke to go, but I'd have to pay, and I don't really have much money right now. Oh, Peter may also be coming, but it's all a toss up at this point.

My first day of work is today...and I have an awful cold. LAME. Off to English now.

*Love and Hotpockets*