Ok, so. My wrist is killing me. And now is confined in a wrist gaurd. One my lil brother had from when he played football. Maybe I should go buy one that is not so bulky for work...

Yeah... I'm going to go buy one for work...

There's my news.

Wow, ok, so I'm happy.

Yesterday I got to spend some time with Isa. Major plus. Met the new boy, and I like him. And I like how happy Isa is around him. Now that I know everything with Jason, I understand it better. And I find myself siding with Isa on this. Jason was being insensitive, and if he ever calls me back like he said he would I will tell him that.

Doubt it though.

Got mom a mother's day gift. Mom gets home and informs me that I'm getting grandma's car for a few monthly payments. Ok, not car, van. A seven seater van. Monday Grandma and I are getting the title and such switched to me and new plates. Then it's all mine! This will be the first car that is fully mine. In name and all. I'll also be getting my own insurance, which means that I'll be getting as little as possible. Just enough to make me street legal.

Tom's going to put a tape radio in there (because the factory one does not work any longer) and a CD player with a tape thingie for me to listen to CD's with. As payment for knowing I got screwed when I traded him cars that time a while back...

So, yeah. Me now going to veg....

The change is my Xanga can be thanked by me watching VH1's 100 of Rocks Most Shocking Moments. Yeah... So, like... Rock is being a big influence on me right now... LMAO. Go figure.

Watching Smallville at the moment. It's been so long since I've actually sat down and watched TV. It's... weird...

And I'm really getting sick of seeing McDonald's new Asian Salad. It's annoying.

Ok, back to Smallville.

Well, my little brother went to Prom last night with a cute little girl. He looked so slick in his tux. which is something I can only remember him being in for a wedding when mom still dressed him.

I was in a pissy mood last night because they made me work closing. 10pm is my bed time. I didn;t get home until after 12:30am. Good thing, I got to be awake for when Tom got home at 2am, bad thing. Again, pissy mood. Tonights not all that bad, I guess. I only work till 9:30pm, but still. I'm a daytime worker. And I hate working with Donna because she's one of those ghetto mother types I had to deal with at the Day Care. There where a bunch of times where I should have went off on her, but as I always do I just kept quite and did my work.

God, I'm still tired...

Ok... Me and working on 4 hours of sleep... it's not good. Thank good I barely got to actually put up with Cass today. Hmmm... I don;t think I told you all about what happened when I worked with her on Wednesday. Cass is, well, horrid to work with when Carol is not there, and Carol has been on vacation all this week. And on Wednesday Cass, Susan and I where making burgers and such during the lunch rush. She hands me a chicken box with two tabs pulled down and that had mayo on it. I asked her which one it was suppose to be. She told me the one that did not have mayo on it. So we had to toss it out. And then as soon as it is tossed out she';s like, "Oh no! Spicy." So I looked at Susan and held up my hands as she shook head. Cass does that a lot. And Cass saw and yelled at me! I mean, yelled. She was like, "If you think you can do my job better, than do it!" I say nothing because fighting at work is a baaaaad idea. But what I wanted to say was, "Of course I could do your job better. Anyone could do your job better."

So, yeah. Drama in the work place, how fun. Dad told me I better not let her get away with yelling at me again. That it would be better to yell back and put her in her place, even if the managers have a problem with it. LMAO. He told me to tell them where they could stick it if they had a problem with me yelling  back. "McDonald's is not a good enough job for you to sit there and take crap like that."

Me and dad are so much alike in actions it's not even funny. I may look like mom, but I act like dad. Seriously. We where sitting outside under the garage on Wednesday talking as I waited for the repair guy and we where even sitting a like. Scrunched down in the chair, legs sprawled out before us and hands clasped and resting on our stomachs. Scary, that.

Ok, bath time.