Said the clock

Man, I hate working afternoon till close. It kills my whole day. Because I see work looming ahead of me and it feels like I can't do anything. Then I get hella sleepy for no reason even though I got over 8 hours last night. Then I try to nap but I can't. Then before I know it, I have to put on my damn uniform and the day is over. DEAD. FINITO. GONE.

See I was in a cool mood before work. But then I got to work and there were hella folks working already, and it seemed like I didn't have to do much, but then the newbies started slacking with the one other not-newbie, so I had to pick up the slack. But I sold a Plan! So pat my own back right here. Luckily, I was scheduled right on time that I didn't have to stay with them to finish up some stupid busy work. I got to leave.

So I had a delightful little conversation with my ma today when we were shopping for my dad's bday present. Well...not delightful. Just a conversation. Sum it up, FINISH SCHOOL SOON. Blah. My ma says that maybe as soon as me and my sister finish, they're moving. And I asked why? Why the Philippines? Why not Florida like white people? Haha. Blah. Dad is healthier in the Philippines, less stress. I guess living here is ALL stress, and I have to admit, I don't really try to reduce it, nor do I not try. So I guess they're better off. So the sooner I can pick my ass up and start doing the work, they can finally stop and chill for a second. I just want them to enjoy life. It seems like all they do is work. Pay bills. C'mon, they don't know how to have fun. I mean, my dad does, my ma knows nothing but work. This is why I hate going on vacations with my mom's side because they work so damn much going on vacation with them is like shopping at K-Mart. FUCKIN CHEAP. haha...and my dad's side, they smoke, they drink blah blah, they're hella fun. I think they understand "America." Yea.

Work to live, not live to work. Filipinos always get that shit confused. But then again, I guess we make that necessary, huh?

Fuckin gotta get up early tomorrow. IT'S MY DAY OFF!! But I have to bring my car to get an oil change. WHACK. Like 8 o'clock. Ugh, and then they have me OPENING at 6 OCLOCK on sunday. FUCK?! That's ridiculous. Ugh....Blahhhhhh.

My life is a countdown. I jump from one platform to another, avoiding the tracks. Next? College numero dos. When? three days, baby. Wave goodbye to my free-wheeling, boring schedule. No more freedom to say "No, I don't wanna hang." because I seriously won't have time to...No more weeknights of going out with Kim or random fries-onlys with Noemi. Or like, no more four hour naps! OMG. I'm reminding myself...

Save me or shoot me. Nothin in between.

Maybe it'll get better after two weeks at De Anza. I'll know how to hang with it. I miss days. I miss...I don't know. There's somethin I miss. Can't put my finger on it. But I feel like I'm missing something. Heh.

The SUMMER SONG. Dead.

S'all I got. Goodnight.