Late on a Sunday Night

It is late and i am tired. today was a good day. things at work went even smoother than yesterday and i think tomorrow's greand opening is gonna be great. turns out i am working, 4:30-close, so hopefully ill make massive tips.

here are my PLANS FOR THE WEEK:

1. tomorrow, fail french. i have this french project i got assigned to do, but ive been so busy with work and uh...keeping up this blog...that i havent had time to do it. so maybe i can wing it. or get an extention.

2. tuesday, get up supra-early to have breakfast with rose. in order to get to school on time, i have to meet rose at like 6:50 in the morning. it definately wouldnt be worth it if it wasnt breakfast with rose.

3. nothing.

thats more or less it. hopefull,y i can do stuff next weekend. if not, well...ill have mucho dinero and the weekend after that is the ski trip (i think). and that will be amazing. yesson.

also on the agenda: elliott smith. there are so many things i can think about to say about him, but its hard to put them together in my mind. ill think aobut it. ill write about him later. all i can say now is: what a great man.

and yes, i know that yesterday i posted a peice of teenage poetry, which i said earlier i hated. let me explain: the kind of poetry i dont like is the vauge, metaphor-riddden, pretensious teenage poetry. the kind i write is the kind i like.


peace and love mah brothers and sisters

-dan