FUCK YOU FINALS!

After 17 hours straight at the Dome (starting at 4:00 yesterday until the wee hours of the morning), two packs of Camel No. 9s, two trips to Starbucks, and one trip to Jack in the Box (only because we don't have 24 hour grocery stores...I wanted a no-carb alternative but the final god was not on my side)...I can honestly say I passed all my finals with an "A".

Only if I put this much effort into my other tests and schoolwork during the entire year, I wouldn't be so stressed out. But I didn't...lesson learned. I'm not afraid to go into my finance major. After last night, I felt I could tackle any subject.

I got home at noon and passed out. I just woke up a little over an hour ago. I went to Subway since I had no food in my apartment and found out that the $5 Foot Long deal is no longer there. They stopped giving them out yesterday.

OK, first of all, if you have that sign up advertising the sub...take that shit down. Second, I don't even like Subway, but since subs were $5 for a 12 inch, I went. And the Chicken and Bacon Ranch sandwich is tasty. However, I didn't get a 12 inch sub. I was sad...but I thought about it: I shouldn't be eating that much anyway.

I was supposed to work tonight, but I'm so glad I'm not! I don't know when I'm working anymore. Hmm...

I haven't gotten paid for my time there. Well I got one check but I am looking out for 3 more. AND I NEED THE MONEY. I sent an invoice through mail and for some reason I feel they didn't get it. It's irritating.

I had a missed connection yesterday. I was at the bar having lunch with the ladies. I was turned facing the game (fuck Utah) and this guy walked in front of me and as he was walking he said "hi". I was kinda irritated because he blocked the game and then I looked over and he had the most amazingly beautiful eyes I've seen in awhile. He was eating alone and I was with my girls. He kept looking over at me a lot...and I was looking at him, but he never came up to me. Then my friend said he's eating lunch by himself and you're with a bunch of girls shouting profanities at the Lakers game. It's a bit intimidating. I should've talked to him but I am a shy person when I'm sober. And sometimes you never wanna be bothered when you're eating. Then again, he's at a bar...

I regret it now.

I need to go back to bed. I'm only up because Gossip Girl is gonna be on in 30 minutes.