icky poo poo caca.

so, the last few days haven't been good to me. i've been working all the time, it feels like. last night, on my way to work, i was in a fender bender. fortunately nothing happened at all to either car, but i was still late for work. this morning, i took my sister to school, watching out for all the crazy high-school drivers, and everything was fine. then, 2 hours later, i go to the garage to go to work and my car won't start. I think "oh, it must be me". so i sat in the car for a minute, making sure i was in park and all of that good stuff and try again. still no. i call my mom, who's at work and tell her. she comes home ( sorry mom!) and tries to start the car. still nothing. she drives me to work, where i'm late AGAIN! i had called ahead to tell eryn, the girl i was working with, what was going on and she was cool about it. we have a good time at work, long hours but productive and such. around 3:15, one hour and forty-five minutes left in our shift and we get yelled at by a customer. not just chastized or something. YELLED AT. now imagine yelling at two girls, roughly the same size and build being yelled at by a middle aged woman who was trying to use her coupon illegally. whatever. i didn't need that.

the minute i came home, i changed and fell asleep for 2 hours. since then, i've been good. i've gotten into "so you think you can dance" and i'm currently kabitzing about it with mary, one of my dance ladies. we also think that cabaret should have a kit kat / cast / crew commentary. oh celine. also, somone should have taped our rehearsals with (cue hand motion) mz. hall.

well, that's all. congrats to little pam.

i want to dance (how much longer until summer dance starts????)

i'm peachy.