death is not the battle; it's the anticipation that kills you.

i am officially a sales associate of Forever 21, San Francisco.
i already know i won't like it, but whatever.
one of the top three in the nation.
150+ employees.
25 million dollar store.
$10/hr.
let's see how long i last. i hope i won't get fired after:

- i want to go home for a whole weekend the weekend of october 18;
- i want to go to santa barbara for halloween weekend;
- i'm home for 5 days on Thanksgiving;
- i'm home for a MONTH for Christmas;

but they have seasonals for that, right?

the second i find an on campus job, sorry people. no discounts for you. i'm quitting.

anyway, last night was absolute death.
i keep forgetting i can't handle 9 shots of vodka.
i don't think i'll be drinking for a while.
my champ status to down them is back, but my ability to hold it in is not.

and i'm officially homesick. i know that the second i come home, i'll be happy, but if i'm there for more than a month, i'll go crazy. i love being away from home, but then again, not. i don't know what i want right now. i guess i just miss my mom and dad because i haven't spoken to them since saturday. i'd be a mess without them and i realize it day after day. eek, once the bills come in, i'll be pretty stressed.

Thank God it's Thursday.