I'm at Serissa Caté again and I just completed my French composition (780 words as opposed to 1000, but oh well). The girls sitting across from me are loud, obnoxious, and immature. I know I was never like that when I was their age.
Last night, I had a dream that I was at work. Chapters now has a new clock-in system where, instead of swiping a card, you log into an account on a computer instead. Somehow, I dreamt that all the computers in the store had a special store password that we all shared, but had forgotten it and couldn't clock myself in, so I paged Scott, our general manager, and he informed me that he had no idea what the mysterious password was. I ran around the store, I can't really remember why, attempting to log in to all of them, but to no avail. By this time, 15 minutes had already past, so I was hence, late. On top of that, I went to work accidentally wearing one of my pink tops, which is inappropriate. Somehow, I was trying to chase down co-workers around the store, but I would miss each and every one of them. Finally, Kevin found me and helped me log in (always helpful, Kevin is). Then, I woke up.
This morning, Kevin really did call me to do a last minute evening shift. :D
Bonnie, of course, was disappointed I'm not going karaoke after all. I honestly thought it would take me longer than it did to complete my composition, but I was able to complete it within an hour, even with the ruckus the juvenile, high school girls were making.
I'm just biding my time, waiting till I need to go to work. What I should be doing, though, is memorizing pg. 234 in my textbook for my dictée tomorrow, and I shall do that after I get off this thing.
A couple of days ago, Paula from work showed me a clip on YouTube of these two men in the 70s reuniting with their once-domesticated lion, Christian. I say once, because after they realized Christian was just too big to care for in a city like London, they asked George Adamson, a.k.a. the Lion Whisperer, to rehabilitate him into the African wild. It was a beautiful story and their reunion was extremely touching. I cried the first and second time I watched it.
Maisa sent me a message on Facebook. I miss her so much. :( I don't remember the exact day she's coming back from Israel, but I know it won't be till sometime in mid-April. Time has been flying by. I can hardly believe we're already in the middle of March, but at the same time, April is forever looming by. I spoke to Eileen on the phone yesterday, and we're both extremely nervous about the incoming JET letters. I know I should be concentrating on school to keep my mind off it.
Last night, I had a dream that I was at work. Chapters now has a new clock-in system where, instead of swiping a card, you log into an account on a computer instead. Somehow, I dreamt that all the computers in the store had a special store password that we all shared, but had forgotten it and couldn't clock myself in, so I paged Scott, our general manager, and he informed me that he had no idea what the mysterious password was. I ran around the store, I can't really remember why, attempting to log in to all of them, but to no avail. By this time, 15 minutes had already past, so I was hence, late. On top of that, I went to work accidentally wearing one of my pink tops, which is inappropriate. Somehow, I was trying to chase down co-workers around the store, but I would miss each and every one of them. Finally, Kevin found me and helped me log in (always helpful, Kevin is). Then, I woke up.
This morning, Kevin really did call me to do a last minute evening shift. :D
Bonnie, of course, was disappointed I'm not going karaoke after all. I honestly thought it would take me longer than it did to complete my composition, but I was able to complete it within an hour, even with the ruckus the juvenile, high school girls were making.
I'm just biding my time, waiting till I need to go to work. What I should be doing, though, is memorizing pg. 234 in my textbook for my dictée tomorrow, and I shall do that after I get off this thing.
A couple of days ago, Paula from work showed me a clip on YouTube of these two men in the 70s reuniting with their once-domesticated lion, Christian. I say once, because after they realized Christian was just too big to care for in a city like London, they asked George Adamson, a.k.a. the Lion Whisperer, to rehabilitate him into the African wild. It was a beautiful story and their reunion was extremely touching. I cried the first and second time I watched it.
Maisa sent me a message on Facebook. I miss her so much. :( I don't remember the exact day she's coming back from Israel, but I know it won't be till sometime in mid-April. Time has been flying by. I can hardly believe we're already in the middle of March, but at the same time, April is forever looming by. I spoke to Eileen on the phone yesterday, and we're both extremely nervous about the incoming JET letters. I know I should be concentrating on school to keep my mind off it.
giddypet the puppy