Yesterday was a decent enough day, customers were cheerful, I was cheerful back.
I wanted to put misteltoe up on the 3rd floor (the floor dominated by us gr 12ers) as part of the decorations. Then reconsidered. I wouldn't want to kiss any of the guys in my grade. Ew. Eweweweww. However, putting up misteltoe in produce sounds like a fine idea. I don't even know why I like produce boy so much. Maybe I just like the idea of liking him, if that makes any sense. I don't know.
Très très excited, for we're having a Christmas dance on Thursday. It's semi formal, so that means that people will be dressing up
like sluts with a touch of class. Still don't know what I'm going to wear. But I want to bring my camera... I want pictures of everyone looking, ah, classy.
la fille danse
quand elle joue avec moi
et je pense que je l'aime des fois
My friend's had my Damo CD for months now, and I just got it back... I'm making up for lost time with a vengeance.
Nothing says Christmas like egg nog. lots and lots of egg nog. and turkeys, oh... frozen turkeys that like to slip and crush my hand as I scan them at Safeway.