Sunday, September 25, 2011

Early Sunday Morning.

I have an wonderful announcement!

I have received a promotion! I am going to be transferring stores at the end of the week to become a Supervisor. I'm excited for more money, as honestly, in my current store, I am already doing the same work.

The non-exciting part is that my current store doesn't want me to leave, therefor they have decided to make my last week horrible in the hopes that...well, I don't know. In hopes I will stay, I guess.

I've been up for the past several hours writing an essay. With this said, I also have a split shift tomorrow so it looks like I just wont be sleeping.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Friday Night.

I am starting to realize that I flourish under deadlines and pressure.

Oh, and also, dinner was delicious. I strongly recommend Peruvian food.

Sunday, September 18, 2011


I just finished reading "A Tale Dark and Grimm" by Adam Gidwitz.

All I can say is WOW.

The entire book is written in third person, such as any age old fairy tale. It follows Hansel and Gretel through multiple fairy tales that intertwine and weave their coming of age stories together. Though merely children, Hansel and Gretel aren't given any mercy (which is yet another reason to live Grimm's fairy tales), and the entire novel is filled with incredible challenges that the reader can't help but wonder, "How in the world will they get out of this?"

Gidwitz also does a wonderful job of balancing dark with light with hilarious commentary throughout the entire novel.

Please Adam Gidwitz, write another one!


Every day,
Remains the same.
I want the change,
but I wont change.
Oh opportunity,
please come to my door.
By the time you arrive,
I wont live here anymore.

Monday, September 12, 2011


Today marked the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. I was at work for most of the day. My company provided us employees with buttons we could wear commemorating the event. Saying that we wont forget. Ever. That we will use our time to remember and improve ourselves and our lives in the name of those that died.

I was the only one wearing one of those buttons. In fact, I was wearing 6 of them.

It actually made me a little upset. One girl that I work with said that she "forgot" which day it was and that she "meant to celebrate." I asked her what she wanted to celebrate. She got red in the face and said, "You know what I mean."

No. I don't know what you mean. You want to celebrate?