and i know it the hottest day of the year. Its like 84 degrees outside (but not that humid) and i have been shoveling multch for the past three hours. Nope no more. I am done.

So i have a pretty  cute tan going on. Everyone loves tan lines.. Expecially retarded ones like i have.

But anyways so today is Friday! yay the most awaited for day of the year. I seriously am so excited about going out tonight. I havent been out in forever.. yea its sad i know.  But summer is like just around the corner.. and i cant wait. We have like two more weeks of school left. Like 12 days to be exact. I am psyiced!

i wish i had things to write about.. for some reason i never have things to talk about on fridays. Just the fact that its the weekend!!

have a good one

 there are no such things as miracles..

Friday friday friday.. what will tonight bring me this week? So i have to work from 5-11.. not to bad i guess since its normally longer, and then i plan to go out. Its been beautiful the past two days and i want to enjoy the weather as much as possible. ah i love warm weather!

anyways.. so this really cool thing happened to me. I was at Saxs Fifth Avenue the other day, and i was in the makeup because i wear clinque face powder and was in desperate need of a new one. The lady helped me, make other suggestions, stuff like that when this really i mean gorgeous lady comes around the corner, with some of the staff, dressed to a  T. She was a knockout to saythe least and she walked right up to the Clinique section where the other woman was ringing me up. I couldnt help but compliment her clothes and sence of style. She belonged in that store. She said thank you, and said I like that your using clinque make up. I told her naturally blushing that it was awesome, and that i couldnt use anything else as far as foundation. Then she told me who she was. She said Her name was Janett with two t’s and that she was a makeartist for clinque. She workeds at Sax’s in Chicago, and  was currently working to get a job in Harrods. Harrods is the biggest, glamorous, department store in London. I was soo jelouse.

The point of my Story:

I continued to talk to her a little bit about make up, and she tried to con me into buying the mascara. Now me i buy the $5.00 cheep stuff from target because i really dont care all that much, but i listened to her anyways. I mean she is a professional. She told me that black great for every occasion, waterproof prevents desasters, and she said always dip, swirl, and pull your mascara brush from the tube. Dont ever pump your brush. At that second i thoguht wow crazy. This past summer when i went to paris, i took part in a fashion makeup expirement  in a mall, and was told the EXACT same thing. Who would have known 3000 miles apart, the same jobs, and the same advice! At least i know it lagitament.

i told her thank you, and said good bye, after spending way more than i ever want to on make up ever again. I wonder what is liek to uphold her life style every day… crazy

anyways.. enought boringness. ill write again tomorrow

So its Easter moring at like 8:30 at my house. Everyone is up because they are leaveing for a week and well.. i cant sleep throught one family member.. much less three. So i got up like normal.. wishing i was still asleep even tho i went to bed around 1:00,which is normally early for me on a saturday night… and went into the living room where i find my crazy mother and her stupid easter basket hunt. OK so ever since i can remember my mom has given me and my brother easter baskets… and she hides them. Like “the easter bunny” would. cheezy.. anyways i hate this because the last thing i want to do is look all around the house for some stupid basket. And as always we are not allowed to eat breakfast (that by the way is amazing) until we find them. Give me a break! it takes me like 45 minutes to find my basket and by that point i am just pissed. Whatever. i should have a good easter. Church. The gooooooodddd italian cooking for my easter meal! yea i know kinda weird combo there but it all works out.

So i hope everyone has a good easter… ill write again soon.

so im getting better.. not so sick anymore.. but i tell you what i ahve had a constant non-stop headache for the past 2 weeks. Like i really dont think it has completely gone away.. just gone from really bad to hardly noticable.. but still there.

So i am sitting here doing some homework in the library..its so hard for me to do homework.. at home! its like i never get shit done until i come to school. I can get anything and everything accomplished in half the time i would if i was sitting at home on my couch watching tv.. yea thats the problem. But anyways. So i have never been a huge coffee drinker and i can smell the Star Bucks from the first floor and it is making me craaavveee a cup. I started drinking it here recently because it gets me through my long days. But is so bad for me i dont know what i should do. At least im not a smoker.. so i can just add to a problem. Caffene is not any better tho. I will always be at work and my boss will make a pot of coffee and finish  it in no time. I am like no way, i could not do that but at the rate i am going.. yea ok.

And this weekend is easter. Yes so that means i dont have to work my gruling 12 hour shift that caused this horrible coffee addiction along with the long late nights on the weekends. I am a night person. Totally. I never go to bed before 12 on the weekdays, and on the weekends its allways really late when i get in. My job is a night job since its a resturant and well, we dont ever get out until likw 12:00 anwyays so, of course its going to be late when i go to bed. And all i can think about is coffee hahahaha.

in addition to easter is church on sunday. Ok so i feel like sort of a hypicrit.. or how ever you spell it. I go to church maybe once every year and its usually on easter and christmas. But as i say this.. there are a million of americas who have faith and do not go to church just like me. So should i feel this way? not really i guess. religion is all in what you make it in your life. Its your decision how you incorporate it into your priorities. I guess its a way to pay my respects. My boyfriend is the same way. he will be with me anyway.. maybe  so i know i wont feel but so alone.

 il write again tomorrow or something.

schools back in.. i wish it wasnt since i was sick all spring break and i have been for like a month now, ugh.

 so i dont really know what to talk about. I have had so many weird things happenen to me over the past couple of days. I worked non stop without considering my health school or anyting.. just that i want to move out. and i am almost there!

so my best friend got sent away. Yes well i cant say shes mybest friend but one of my closest friends got sent away and her life taken from her.She is younger than me, much younger and the only person i know this young that i can fully trust. this is the girl that had the full ride for softball, who could always make me laugh, we cracked all the jokes at practice, had the best times on the weekend, who always was the laughing stock in the room, and would make sure no one else had a bad time kind of girl. Monday was her last day. Her last day of freedom. Drugs have claimed a lot of my friends. Its sad to say that but its true. How i can be in the middle of all these people without these problems at all. Shes gone.. for 7 months to maine. No graduation, no senior softball, no scholarship, no prom, no beach week, no nothing. I feel so bad, yet she brought it on herself for letting her get caught in school. Its the dumbest situatuion in the world. I hope she is okay because i have no means or way or talking to her. I love her tho.

speaking of bad thoughts.. my good friend jessica works at her boyfriends resturant A Taste of Italy..(which is my boyfriends cousin) and other family resturant. There is a buss boy that works there. has for a while now and just the other day he died. Yup so it was his spring break from school and he was on his way home for spring break from north carolina when he was hit and killed in his car by a tracker trailer. Jessica told me this horrible news this weekend and i didnt know what to think. I never met him, only heard about him because he has worked with my boyfriends family for so long. never did i think that something like that could have such am impact on me. What really made me lose it today was the fact that Jessica had never been to a funeral. She told me all the things, all the details of it describing only the bad. not the good. I guess thats the vibe we get when we go to celebrate the dead. Everything bad. Times moves on but i feel like i too have lost someone.. even tho i never met them. i keep thinking wow.. what if this had been someone i knew… i really care about.. I dont want to think about it anymore.

My heart goes out to his family.. he was only 19.

and to my good friend.. my heart goes out to you too.. Straighen up so i can see you pretty face one more.