I am a Swatch NINJA.
I forgot why. But that means something because I don't like ninjas! :::points to Reka icon:::
Things went relatively smoothly for me and Sara tonight. Turns out that it was Sara who was my secret Santa and she got me a wondeful book, about stuff to do while wasting time, full of useless facts and little games. It's beautiful. I LOLed really hard when I found it in my cubby. :D
Anyway, so we did fairly well. Everyone broke two grand on the day, which was phenomenal, and Krystina did 3500. I have no idea how (other than the fact that Queens is a morning store). So we went through closing really quickly, but, to make a long story short, because I'm obscenely tired and it's obscenely late, it was an agonizingly LONG process to close, and then to get permission to clock out -- since it was past midnight and all sorts of weird things happened because it was technically a new day -- and we left a half-hour late. We were scheduled until midnight-thirty, could have been out by ten after, but we left a bit past one. D:
And the train ride was dumb.
When I got in the car -- yay for Dad -- there was a delightful woodwind something or other on the radio. Dad was talking so I didn't hear whose work it was, but it's was SOMEONE'S Op. 56 No. 1, and now I MUST find it. It was all flute and clarinet and oboe and OMFG LOVE. I had a bandgasm. STUPID DAD TALKING. D:< (If anyone perchance knows what I'm talking about, please do not hesitate to share information with me! I NEED TO OWN THAT THING.)
Guillermo just showed me this, and I thought it was fantastic. One of you is bound to appreciate it as well! ^_^
G: our baby! 8D
G: our son ;3;
V: YES.
V: we'll call him florence.
G: florence of arabia ;O;
G: jr
V: XD
G: sr
V: the third
G: squared
G: and his middle name
V: you mean dr VON florence of arabia jr sr the third squared!
G: will be can of beans
G: Can Of Beans
G: otherwise known
G: as the Chosen One *-*
V: con-fucking-firm.
Merry Christmas Eve, I suppose. I'm going to hibernate now. See you fuckers Wednesday.
Things went relatively smoothly for me and Sara tonight. Turns out that it was Sara who was my secret Santa and she got me a wondeful book, about stuff to do while wasting time, full of useless facts and little games. It's beautiful. I LOLed really hard when I found it in my cubby. :D
Anyway, so we did fairly well. Everyone broke two grand on the day, which was phenomenal, and Krystina did 3500. I have no idea how (other than the fact that Queens is a morning store). So we went through closing really quickly, but, to make a long story short, because I'm obscenely tired and it's obscenely late, it was an agonizingly LONG process to close, and then to get permission to clock out -- since it was past midnight and all sorts of weird things happened because it was technically a new day -- and we left a half-hour late. We were scheduled until midnight-thirty, could have been out by ten after, but we left a bit past one. D:
And the train ride was dumb.
When I got in the car -- yay for Dad -- there was a delightful woodwind something or other on the radio. Dad was talking so I didn't hear whose work it was, but it's was SOMEONE'S Op. 56 No. 1, and now I MUST find it. It was all flute and clarinet and oboe and OMFG LOVE. I had a bandgasm. STUPID DAD TALKING. D:< (If anyone perchance knows what I'm talking about, please do not hesitate to share information with me! I NEED TO OWN THAT THING.)
Guillermo just showed me this, and I thought it was fantastic. One of you is bound to appreciate it as well! ^_^
G: our baby! 8D
G: our son ;3;
V: YES.
V: we'll call him florence.
G: florence of arabia ;O;
G: jr
V: XD
G: sr
V: the third
G: squared
G: and his middle name
V: you mean dr VON florence of arabia jr sr the third squared!
G: will be can of beans
G: Can Of Beans
G: otherwise known
G: as the Chosen One *-*
V: con-fucking-firm.
Merry Christmas Eve, I suppose. I'm going to hibernate now. See you fuckers Wednesday.