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Also, I hate how I write! It goes from feeling like "warmest regards" to "formally yours" throughout.

"Certain motherfuckers think they can fuck with my shit, but you can't kill the Rooster. You might can fuck him up some times, but, bitch, nobody kills the motherfucking Roster. You know what I'm saying?"

I am getting increasingly frustrated with my inability to use words to communicate. This isn't usually a problem for me, but it's been coming up so frequently in my life that I can't help but think about it.

I am wasting my life away. I think I hit rock bottom last night when I watched Ugly Betty until 4am.

It's the finalllll countdown.

Flight Of The Conchords


Albi The Racist Dragon



Friends!

If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
Cos I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands

If I give my heart to you
I must be sure
From the very start
That you would love me more than her

If I trust in you oh please
Don't run and hide
If I love you too oh please
Don't hurt my pride like her
Cos I couldn't stand the pain
And I would be sad if our new love was in vain

So I hope you see that I
Would love to love you
And that she will cry
When she learns we are two
Cos I couldn't stand the pain
And I would be sad if our new love was in vain

So I hope you see that I
Would love to love you
And that she will cry
When she learns we are two
If I fell in love with you

KABOOM!

Done with school!


Foreva. Maybe.


I have to get a full sheet pan! I want one... too bad Restaurant Depot is so far away.


I'm so glad that when I think of working, it's not really working. It's gonna be like school only I get paid now. Fun fun fun.

Girl you need to be patient, the day's gonna come. You'll leave your old baggage behind. No more excuses, no more denial--you're tired, and you're drawing the line. You're nobody's lapdog, you're closing that door. You're not you, you're not you anymore. You're not you, you're not you anymore. Oh, no.

I'm beginning to think this was a terrible idea.

Actually, I'm at the end of my thought, and know it was.

Luckily, I'm young. I can pull out of this.

Getting home so late (by my standards) reminds me of working until 3, sometimes 4 in the morning.


I kinda miss the quiet nights.

This is why I was storing up sleep.


I'M GOING TO DIE OF SLEEP DEPRIVATION. How do people run off of only 5 hours?

Someone find out where I can buy puff pastry! I really wanna use some but I don't feel like actually making the dough. It's way too much work to do...


Help me out!

My soul = sold for minimum wage.



Man, I love their cool poses.

Only 4 hours of sleep. What a bad night to toss and turn.

Some days are harder to wake up to than others. It's not the lack of sleep, it's the lack of energy. I'm good to go, but I just don't feel like dealing with people... it's draining me. All I really want to do is sit here and game/nap. Oh well. At least I still have tarts to look forward to today...

I am nuts for ever wanting to have waited on tables. Between front of the house and back of the house work, back wins hands down. The next time you guys go out to eat, treat your waiters like people, not like some damn slave people who you can contract leprosy from. I had to serve gigatribillionaires! Actually, my tables were just deans and their families. Oh well. It was an experience. If I could go back in time, I'd do it again. But if that Riverside job is like this in the future, I probably won't.


...I wonder if this counts as experience for getting a job as a waiter...

I love that baker's heart. It's flawless. I can't make a heart out of flour, mostly because I never flour my bench that much. Bread flour doesn't make a good heart anyway. Still, I think I'll keep trying.

Yeah, I can't frost cupcakes. I'm glad I can't though, it puts things in perspective. I mean come on, what was I thinking? Obviously I'm not a pro... yet. I will DEFINITELY go back, even if it's not for a job. I will stand there, pipe a perfect circle, and show her I can be passionate.

The lesson of the week was about peanut butter cinnamon rolls. Baking is all about looking around in your kitchen, and mixing in deliciousness. It's about taking a simple recipe and jazzing it up. You take an already great recipe for cinnamon rolls, incorporate peanut butter with your butter, and you've got yourself something new and delicious. I filled my bear claws with cinnamon sugar on accident. I made them my own. I'm a natural! Hahaha kidding aside, I really think I can do this. I need a lot more experience first. Two weeks and a bear claw doesn't make me top chef material, but it gets me two weeks closer to my dream job.

I feel like going on a baking frenzy! Time to look into ceramic tile prices.

Application submitted. A few more days, and I should have my answer.


I don't want to get ahead of myself, but this could be it.