Exams suck. That's really about all I have to say for today, but I suppose I'll continue with my babble anyhow.

I've been sick because of being paranoid about being sick... I've screwed up yet another school year due to illness.... and I've lost my job. At least, I think I've lost my job. I'm still not sure, because I went in and my manager was like "yeah... they mail you that thing if you don't work for a while"... and they haven't given me any shifts for two months... so... yeah. Anyway, you'd think the liquor store would get busy for the Christmas season... and if it does, I should have my job back. I hope.

That's another thing: I LIKE my job. I like working... I like stocking coolers... I like dusting. I like wiping up spills. I like ringing people through. I like all of it. Ever since they stopped giving me shifts I've been a little sad, because I miss being there. Every time I walk by, or pass by on the bus, I look over at my work and let out a little unhappy sigh. Does that make me weird?

I like my summer job, too. Or at least, what WAS my summer job. Teaching sailing is fun. Mostly because you can sit in a coach boat and tan all day. Not that I tan - in fact, I burn like... hmm, not toast. More like a cherry. If cherries burned. But it's fun anyway.

I should be sleeping, but I slept from 2pm-6pm, then again from 10pm-2am... which is 8 hours if you add it up (I think - I never was so good with addition. Algebra, yes... trig, yes... even calc... but simple math? Beyond me). I might sleep another 4 hours from 5am-9am... since I don't have to leave the house until 11am... but I think I might go to school and get the whole study thing over with, instead. Then I can come home and go back to sleep

Anyway, I was cleaning my room (hence finding an old sketchpad and posting nigel's hat), so I think I'll get back to that. Love you all.

[faiora]