Snow! At school! Ohmigodsopretty!

It's not the miserable, wet snow that we've had for the past couple of days either. It's the nice, confectioner's sugar type snow.

squeesqueesqeeee!

Pictures!

Is it weird to iron your underwear? Because i do and Tyrone says its weird and OC.

Finally.

After a week of smoking a pack of stale menthols I bought a new pack. Yay! I forgot how menthol-y fresh packs were.

It's so sad. I'm out of work and have no money. Woe. And a pack of cigarettes was 5 bucks when I left. Now they're 6 bucks a pop. O_o

I'M WATCHING SPAMALOT YAAAAY!


that is all.

So I finally got my new camera!

That means people get to finally see what I'm talking about when I say half my head is pink.



See? I like it. I just re dyed it last night so it looks more red.

I wish faking sick for work was as easy as faking sick for school.

Father is being a complete dork right now.

He just bought a flashlight that attaches to his HEAD. Like a miner. (Don't ask me why) He's completely delighted with his new toy and has just figured out that he can change the color of the light from regular while to red.

O_o

Now he's having fun turning off the lights and making the walls red. It's kind of cute, in a way though. But he's still a huge dork. Haha.

Also, random tangent. It was getting nice and chilly outside and now it's back up to 80 degrees. WTF. I want it to be Autumn already.

So I got fired for the gay place.

Apparently we're too slow to actually need a hostess.

Puta.

Finally.

After a month of hot gay men (not that I'm complaining)

A hot lesbian couple! XD They sat on each other's laps fed each other chips. It was cute.

Poetry and Prose has an opening for a barista.

::Is tempted to quit current job in favor of a nice, cozy, nook of a working environment:::

I might just do it, too. I'd make more there.

I HATE BEING AN ADULT.

My fucking god. I don't want to work. I don't want to balance my checkbook, and I don't want to take responsibility for my actions.

And I don't want to make up a plausable reason why I didn't go to work yesterday. Like he'll go for an "I felt like shit because I ate a whole pint of Ben and Jerry's"

Puñeta.

I'm not paranoid of the Russians going through my online shit anymore. My LJ is active again. Kinda.

<3,
lea

Wah.

I miss Lucky.





And my baby, Copper. :(

Yaaay blue hair! Purple hair! Blurple hair!

Work was fun. Got tipsy at around 5 on the leftover mimosas. Then Chef Steve made us all drinks when the owner left. Was positively reeking of alcohol when i seated people in the patio and upstairs.

If anyone's in the area, you should try brunch at the 17th Street Cafe on 17th and P in Dupont. We have a great brunch and I promise I won't card you for the unlimited mimosas.

Also, eventful day. It involved broken champagne flutes, a wet, unhappy dog, and wobbly tables. You do the math. Then Amy, our server tried to clean it up, and that didn't go well. It ended up being a wet and unhappy Amy, too. And hatred of the wobbly table. And histerically laughing gay men. And profuse apologies. And manager laughing her ass off. And more woe.

It wasn't that bad, though. The owner's still being a dick when we have lots of people, wanting everything done rightthissecond, but I'm willing to overlook that. Also, he's a cheap prick who though he'd just open up a trendy little cafe on Dupont with cool art and interior decoration and a hot staff to look cool. At least that's how I see it. At least the new server he hired looks like a blond Ricky Martin. I had him sit outside and just look hot to get more customers to come it. Worked, though.  And, like I said before. Alcohol to keep everyone happy. We all needed it after the huge lunch rush we had. I even abandoned my hostess duties to go play bartender, which didn't work out quite well because I kept having to ask Chef Steve how to make different drinks. And I had to act mature and of age to drink. Meh.

So that was today. Tomorrow promises to be more low-key though.

(Also, I want to visit the baby mouse! Where do I go?)

Went to the gym. Got talked into spending 200/mo on a personal trainer.

This better fucking work. I'm not even tired. La-la-la-laaa

So yes, Lea has no money right now. I could've gotten a digicam with that, Mrrrr.

Distracted by book. Shiny, shiny pubic library. ^^,

::is temporarily happy::

Really determined to dye my hair purple this time. Like, not the half hearted, I'll-buy-bleach-and-see-if-they-have-the-other-shit determinedness I had when I was trying to get Sammi to dye it.

Ordered manic panic bleach, white hair dye, and purple hair dye online. I should be getting it in a week. Hurray, credit cards!

Also, grueling YM session today. T-T I need moral support but I don't have any. Woe. I miss my puta. So very drained.

Didn't feel like working today, so I called and make up some half baked excuse about getting food poisoned. Was told to report to work in an hour. I basically fail at getting out of work. And I had to skip lunch because when your food poisoned, you can't eat solid foods. You can just drink sprite. I know I fail. Shut up, all of you.

First day of going to the gym. Bought cute shorts, tank tops and a hoodie pa. (Does someone have my black hoodie? Yes, I think you still do. Whore.) Someone pray that I won't die and crush myself under the weights or just drop dead in front of all the healthy-ness.

This is how I was able to find the place where I work weekends after I went and got lost during lunch. I work at 17th and P street, the strip where lots and lots of gay bars and businesses are. Basically, it's gay man land, where they all gather to frolick and dance amongst themselves. (The place I work isn't a gay bar though/ Although lots of gay people tend to kinda...take over the entire upstairs.)

Me: *notices a group of gay men and follows them*
Men:  *walking, walking* OMG!! Rainbows! We're on the right track!
Another gay dude: Yes! Just follow the rainbows!

Great advice. Either I follow the rainbows or happy, buff men holding hands, whichever comes first. XD I love my new job. The people who work there are interesting, and the people who go there are an absolute riot. I had a pair of guys go "OMG she's handing out cheese sticks!!!" and cluster around me eating them, while nagging the passerbys to grab a bite to eat inside because the food was utterly faaabulous. Their words, not mine.

It was hell to work from 9am-9pm straight, with a couple of minutes for lunch. My feet are dead, and they basically kept me happy by providing me with a constant flow of mimosa during the day while I worked. (We have unlimited mimosas for $7. Yuuum)

AND! Before I go.