Note to self: Even though your mouth may like the Olive Garden's Paste e Faguil soup, your tummy doesn't. Ehh...

Dinner was fine. Small family outing, only 8 people.

Still haven't found Ocean's Eleven. Am getting really pissed.

Didn't really do any homework. Okay, so I didn't do any. But I will do my French before school, and that's all I really had.

I can't believe I still have a MONTH left. Last day is June 14th. What the fuck? Seniors have about 6 days left. Bastards.

Really need to look into that job tomorrow...before Mama gets angry at me. I just...I have phone issues. Like, anxiety issues. I've mentioned this before, but I haven't had to call strange people since probably STUNTS in December. I don't order pizza, or Chinese or anything else by myself. I have other people call. Hell, I don't even use the drive-thru. If I want something, I go INSIDE for it. I'm so much better face-to-face. I mean, I can call most people without a problem. Friends, siblings. But even today, I made Cici call our brother Dave. I don't even know why. He's my fricking brother, I should be able pick up a phone and call him.

So yeah. That's basically why I haven't gotten a job yet. It's sad, really pretty pathetic.

I should go to bed. I'm sleepy.