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Wednesday, September 29th, 2004..Where to start… Been really tired lately, in fact after I get done with this update I’m going to take a nap. We got our replacement chef, Chef Zaldjhfjkhekjshg (some really long name that’s pronounced “Zachesky” but defintely not spelled that way) .. All the immature little bitches in my class are treating him like shit, he’s really not bad and at least deserves a chance. The only thing I’m pissed about is that Chef I isn’t our theory instructor anymore, it’s chef Z. wtf.. It was admin that decided that one. BULLfuckingSHIT.
Another real fuckarow was that the new superintendent cut Pro-Tech, which has made me into somewhat of an activist. Okay, not somewhat.. I started the whole damn thing. I wrote a letter to her and I’m getting people to sign, I’m also trying to get in touch with the other teachers in charge of Pro-Tech at the other schools.. So far I have the Wilcox Tech teacher’s number. We have a lot of signatures now, though, and alot of people are involved. Me, Joan, Rui, Tarshelle, and Stacia. Funny, Mr. Traverso thinks its a good idea. He used to scare the shit out of me, cos he’s so hard sometimes, but he likes what we’re doing. Hey, whatever works. So I’m real busy with that.
I’m working Friday night and Saturday night, which is real cool.. the only thing is I don’t know when Sean and I are going to be able to celebrate… omfg.. He’s getting me a guitar for our anniversry… I told him I didn’t want him to spend all that money on me, that I want him to save his money, but he said he doesn’t care what I say, that he’s getting it for me. >>; So.. wow.. lol … He came over yesterday, which was awesome cos I’ve missed him so much (and now I miss him all over again) … <33 … Unfortunately.. all the stuff he had left at his mom’s house is gone, because the guy who bought it let people go in and clear the house out.. and apparently they went through all his stuff and took whatever they wanted because he said a few of his things were strewn all over the lawn, but they were ruined from the rain. So now he just has a few pairs of clothing and the few things he took with him. He’s pretty pissed about it.
Argh.. that and Sandy’s fiancee is an asshole — wait, sorry, I’m stating the obvious — he flat out said no, that the three of them can’t move in together… ha, even though they don’t know where they’ll be staying when they get back up here… That and she tried to say that she’s seen the way Sean lives and it’s horrible, even though the way that his mother’s house was WAS NOT HIS FAULT, and she made a comment about him not having a job. I told her he was looking, but she didn’t seem to care. I wanted to say to her that she and Bearrin wouldn’t have jobs here at first either, but.. ..Whatever. I’m just waiting for them to come back.. All I know is, if Bearrin starts pulling the shit he used to pull, like crying and whining whenever Sandy is supposed to hang out with me, he’s gunna get a piece of my mind. I hate him. There’s so much shit.. I just -hate- him. If I hear any more about him treating her bad… Argh. I fucking hate him.
Well.. I’m gunna go take a nap. So tired…
Kate, I think I’m gunna have you meet me after work on Saturday. How’re you getting here? You and Jo, or you and Aunt Gayle?
