Uh lets see. Yesterday, I don't remember at all. Except for parts of last night. Alex invited me to go to the Olive Garden with school people. But before I went I drank a lot and smoked with my cousin's friend. I remember ordering chicken parmisan, something about unicorns, and being pestered about if anything was wrong. If I did anything wierd, oh well.

Today:
   Being a cashier is easy. The hardest part is telling fruits and vegetables apart, which by god, some people are born to fail at. I'm not looking foward to being bitched at by old jewish women over expired coupons and a difference of 5 cents.
But hey, its money. And all the girlies working the cash registers love me.

yeah whatever i dont feel like writing.