A plague! On both your houses!

Mostly just the KoL one. Curse you, nightly maintenance! So I worked a double today, and I only made about $45. It's alright, though. I could have made more of an effort to seat people in my section this afternoon, but I was just too tired. I was supposed to get a 2 hour break, but that ended up not happening since they forgot to give me a break until I asked around 3:30. I finally got out of there at 4:15, but I had to drive my mom to the bayou house since she doesn't have a car now that the truck's in the shop, which brings me to my next topic: I hit a car the other day. Thursday, to be exact. I was just driving along (tra-la-la, la-la) when I see a light turn red. So, like any normal cautious driver, I reach for the brake and apply pressure in the expectancy that the car will slowly come to a hault. Unsurprisingly (it being the truck and all), the brakes didn't work. So I slowly came to the back of the little red car stopped in front of me. Luckily, it didn't harm either car, since the brakes worked a little, but I was still freaking out. Apparently the truck has been leaking brake fluid, and that's another thing we need to get fixed. At any rate, that thing needs to go. It's a good thing I wasn't trying to drive to the bayou house. I would have been going a lot faster. Work ends August 9th for me. Yay! I wish I would have told them I'd quit the 2nd, but I'm okay with occupying my time with work for an extra week. Anyway, that's all you're getting. Nothing juicy. I think that's more of a private matter.

So bored.

Scar: Life's not fair, is it? You see, I, well I shall never be king. And you, shall never see the light of another day. Hm hm, and you.
Zazu: Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?
Scar: What do you want?
Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa's on his way, so you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.
Scar: Oh now look Zazu, you made me lose my lunch.
Zazu: Puh, you'll lose more than that when the king gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia.
Scar: Oooo. I quiver with fear.
Zazu: Now, Scar. Don't look at me that way. Heeeelp!
Mufasa: Scar.
Scar: Hm, hm hm?
Mufasa: Drop him.
Zazu: Impeccable timing your majesty.
Scar: Why if it isn't my big brother decending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Mufasa: Serabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful. Must have slipped my mind.
Zazu: Yes, well as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother you should have been first in line.
Scar: Well I was first in line... until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son, and your future king.
Scar: Oh, I shall practice my curtsey.
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
Scar: Oh no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.
Mufasa: Rar! Is that a challenge?
Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity. Why not?
Scar: Well as far as brains go I've got the lion share, but when it comes to brute strength, I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.
Zazu: There's one in every family, sire. Two in mine actually. And they always manage to ruin special occasions.
Mufasa: What am I going to do with him?
Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throne rug.
Mufasa: Zazu.
Zazu: And just think; whenever he gets dirty we can take him out and beat him.

That's the first scene to "The Lion King". I thought about removing the names and trying to make you figure out where it's from, but then I thought it would make me too sad to find out that I'm one of the only people that would be able to identify it after the first sentence. I'm so bored.

Ah...

Last night I got a good 10 hours of sleep, making it the most sleep I've gotten in a single night all summer, as far as I can remember. The picture thing didn't work out so well, mostly because I've hardly had any free time in the past few days, but today is my day off, so they should be up by 3:00 tomorrow morning. I need to at least get them on a disk and off the memory card soon because I want to take more pictures and the card's full. Also, to Rachel and Ashley: remind me about the food pictures that are on your cameras. Great, I just poured the packet of cheese in with the macaroni and now the cheese is leaking out of the package. They should really make those things water-proof. DUMB. Anyway, I understand that a lot of people out there hate me right now, because Ross is a better person than me, but let me just say that I'm really sorry about everything that happened. I know that I'm a horrible person, I think I proved that back in December of 2003. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then eeeeexcellent, because I'm heartily sorry for what happened and would prefer to forget about it. As Rafiki says, "It doesn't matter. It's in the past." True, he's a monkey and thus eats and throws his own feces, but I'm still going to stick with the quote. Must... stir... macaroni. Anyway, try stop hating me, and if you can't do that, at least stop telling Ross to hate me. Revenge never solves anything. I'm sorry, I can't really do anything other than apologize.

Also, is it just me or does shaped macaroni taste better than regular?

Burn, baby. Burn.

I vow that from now on I will wear sunscreen. I have learned my lesson, and if I am to stay over an hour in the sun, I will have some form of sunblock to prevent a burn. Pictures will follow to further visually express my pain and suffering. I haven't worn sunscreen since sometime before I entered high school. It's just never something that I do. I almost never get burned, and when I do it's such a sissy burn that it turns into a tan the following day. I'd like to take this opportunity to express the extremity of my awe that Ashley can deal with this type of burn, and does pretty much everytime she goes out in the sun. The pain that I was feeling on Wednesday, the pain that prevented me from leaving the room until housekeeping kicked me out, is the obtuse pain that she feels each and everytime she gets burned. I mean, Tuesday night she started to blister up and she just said "Huh. I think I'm blistering." What kind of mad woman are you? The pain from my burn, coinciding with the pain induced by my blisters prevented me from even lifting my arms enough to put up my hair. I had the same hair for 3 days straight because I literally couldn't bring myself to reach up that high. It was absurd. At least the blistering has gone down by now. I'm pretty upset that the pain prevented me from going to dinner the last night. I would have gotten escargots, which I had been looking forward to the entire cruise. Alas, my lack of pain tolerance got the better of me. It's kind of weird that I can't tolerate that sort of pain anymore. When I broke my wrist in 10th grade, I didn't shed a tear until I reached the hospital and they started to fiddle around with it, at which point I demanded to be knocked unconscious. All I had said or thought about it was, "Gee, that doesn't look right." Anyway, my mom bought be a digital camera the morning before I left, so now I have a camera. Hooray! I'm now capable of posting my own pictures, and I don't have to steal them from other people. So I'll put up a few on the main blog once I get the software installed on the computer, and then I'll add to another picture page some of the more... different pictures. I have work in an hour and a half, though. I'll be closing so the pictures won't be up until sometime tomorrow, or possibly Saturday. I guess, whenever the computer and I are both available. I think I'll go physically cleanse myself, now.

Bon Voyage

Well, in the next 2 hours I should be departing for Galveston, where I shall then depart on my cruise. I'm not as excited as I should be. I'm going to miss a lot of work, and, as strange as it sounds, I like work. Alas, I have to go lay around all day in the sun, gorging myself on food that I don't have to pay for. What a drag. I'm really about as uninformed as I could possibly get about the cruise. I went on one with my Girl Scout troop back in ninth grade, but even then I was too preoccupied with how much I disliked my troop to enjoy the cruise, and I always said that if I ever went on another cruise it would be with people that I like, so I guess that self-promise went down the drain. Eh, just kidding. I'll be with Ashley, Rachel, and Sara, so I should have a really good time. Ross gave me permission to makeout with random boys on the cruise, so at least that'll keep me busy. I hope to come back with some form of a tan that doesn't involve the shinguard line I've had for the past 13 years of my life. Seriously, it never fully goes away, just like the mass of muscle in my legs; it just won't leave me alone. I thought that quitting soccer and not constantly sprinting would help, but so far it's done nothing. Anyway, I'll be gone until Thursday, and I expect an e-mail from everyone of you telling me how much you miss me. I should probably pack now... Yeah... totally haven't packed yet... nor do I know what I'm going to pack... and I need to shower... I'm definitely going to go now.