Want some proof?
I would give anything to have this on a t-shirt:
Anyway...
Worked Saturday night. For something new, I had a - shock horror - really good night, even though there were so many fuck ups on the floor and in the kitchen. The boys and I work really well together, and our bar runs amazingly well. Even when we're all pissy with each other. That's why we rule over the floor staff!!! Well, that and there is really only three of us and any work-issues between three people can generally be worked out pretty quickly without too much running around, and really - we work in a 2 1/2m square bar - there's not much running that can be done!
Had some quiet drinks at Transport today with some of the crew yesterday. Was great to catch up finally. It's been so long - and everyone's been stressing about essays and exams and shit. But, it's pretty much all over now. There were some notable absences - Siobhan, who had to work; Alyssia, who's brother's birthday was today; Rachel, who apparently "had to work" but is really just a fucking whiny bitch who's been shitty with me all semester. Saw Em for the first time in fucking months, so that ruled.
My brain has turned to mush. I think I'm over tired.
I'm getting excited about going away, and really - who wouldn't be. I still have to pack. I'm not excited about the long haul or the stabbing myself parts. But seriously - after 24 hours on a plane, it's not cool any more, it's just sucky. Thankfully I'm a good flyer. I sat next to a woman on my way to Paris who was the worst flyer ever. We were both on our own, at one point she clutched my arm for no apparent reason. There wasn't any turbulence or anything... she just randomly freaked out. Weird.
I also met a boy. A really emo boy. We'll see.
I like to give the emo boys a lot of shit - but really, I love them. Mostly because they are hot.
i think you were right, it IS a birth defect!